As he watched the sunset coming through the warehouse window, Bosque turned his gaze to the four objects in front of him.
　Investigations were being carried out at the Silwa family estate this time after the attack at Spear Frog last time.
　There are three dead bodies and one body that resembles a cactus.
　Ray and Elena met in a dungeon.
　and the bodies of those who could be clues to those who produce the abnormal species.

"...it hurts that I couldn't catch him alive at all." If I were alive, I would have pulled out the information by any means possible."

　Other than Bosque, Saints and several adventurers heard the words.
　They are all Bosque's trustworthy people.

"But, brother, these men committed suicide by poisoning themselves immediately, as if they were bosses and organizations, and I don't think they would have been able to extract the information alive."

　When the adventurer says so, another adventurer nearby shrugs his shoulders and opens his mouth.

"You shut your mouth because you thought you couldn't stand interrogation or torture, so perhaps you could have pulled out the information if you had caught him alive."
"Oh, crimson isn't as good as you think?"
"No, it was during the Spring War that the nickname originally spread. In other words, fighting power is the reason, isn't it? It's possible that you're not used to this kind of catching alive. And I've heard that he's only been a newcomer for a little over a year. Well, there's a lot of unbelievable things about being ranked B."

　Saints, looking at the adventurers who are having conversations like that, coughs a little.

Everyone doesn't know, but basically item boxes can't store living things. So if we had captured these people alive, it would have taken a lot of time to get them out of the dungeon. I don't think their actions were so bad, given the possibility of escape at worst."
"Oh? Really?"

　Saints nods softly under the gaze of adventurers who know little about the existence of item boxes.
　Next to him, Bosque nodded in the same way.
　I knew I couldn't put life in the item box even if I was a bosque. But it was nevertheless as useful a clue as it could have been, so it would be no use complaining that even if you knew it was difficult, you wanted it caught alive.
　If you think too much about it, you reach for a dungeon card near the men.
　I don't remember the men's faces or the names on the cards.

"Well, it's only natural, but it's either a fake name or a counterfeit. -- Saints, if I remember right, was there anything about it that had been seized from the Levisor family?"
"Yes, we have already secured what the guild has done."
"Call them and ask them to find out if they know anything about them. Tell them to correct themselves for taking the initiative in committing fraud by guilds who are in charge of controlling adventurers."
"All right. as soon as possible."

　Saints bowed gracefully and saw him out of the warehouse, and then ordered the other adventurers to look for something the corpse wore that might give him a clue to his identity."

"No, brother. All I have is stuff that's sold everywhere, and there's nothing that shows who they are and who they are."
"... well, it's only natural, but it's thorough." But would that mean they had been trained accordingly?"

　Whilst he clapped his tongue, Bosque angled inwardly.

(Not from the Maaschel family? They employ people, but, unlike our family and the Levisors, there are not many men, most of whom are servants, not adventurers. at least they should not be able to train themselves to move systematically.)

　A bosque that thinks that far and frowns uncomfortably.
　Because I understood what my idea meant by my idea.

(In fact, if the Maaschel family is not secretly forming some kind of organization, then there is a third party, is a third party? That's troublesome.)

　Bosk had expected that the Marcher family were the only ones pulling strings behind the Levisor family, but the reality at hand denies it.

"And..."

　mutter and look from the corpse of the adventurer to the corpse of the cactus.
　Bosque himself often fights in front of his younger brothers and is also an adventurer, and is a high-ranking adventurer with a great talent of rank B.
　Therefore, of course, I know the monsters lying in front of me. ...no, I knew it.

"I can't believe a cactus can make such a difference. It's a strange species. It's a strange name to say."

　It is much larger than what Bosk knows, and the needles growing from his body are also sharp and long and sturdy.
　Considering that the needle would be flown countless times, it was easy to imagine that if you fought against a normal cactus, you would die without a doubt... luckily, you would be seriously injured.

"What do you do with that cactus?"
"Well, how many of our fellows are safe?"

　The Silwa family was originally famous as a military faction. Naturally, there were a lot of people who were mainly engaged in battles, and not many of them were engaged in research.
　In the midst of all this, the storehouse where Spear Frog was kept was attacked. Many of the few researchers have lost their lives...

"Only a few people who happened to be out of the warehouse at that time of day."
"... well, I suppose." Come on, contact the guild and have a strong guy sent to this field. It's the same with guilds in terms of being attacked, but the number of people they have is different."
"Hey!"

　The adventurer walks away, nodding to Bosc's words.
　Looking back, Bosque felt depressed about Egzil's future management.





"...what? Won't you come back?"

　Hours after three dead bodies and cactus bodies were brought into a warehouse in Bosk. In a room in the Maaschel estate west of Egzil, where the sun has completely fallen, Oriqueur frowns uncomfortably at the reports from his men.

"Yes, considering the time I entered the dungeon, I should have gone back a long time ago, but I don't see it anywhere. I had the gatekeeper check with me from the front. It's been confirmed that you've entered the dungeon, but it hasn't been confirmed that you've entered the dungeon. ...perhaps."

　I wouldn't say it to the end, but Oriqueur knew immediately what the man meant.
　In other words, there was some kind of trouble.

"Are the others safe?"
"Yes, those three are the only ones who haven't come back."

　The words give Oriqueur a little relief.
　If they had known who they were, it was because they decided that not only those three, but others, would have returned as well.

"Where are they going?"
"It's on the 13th basement."
"Thirteenth basement... Oh, cactus?" So it was 3-2-7 of Chaos, wasn't it?

　It is very painful for the Orioles that they are up to date with the results of their research and that they are missing.
　But the most painful thing would be having no idea where the three missing people are.
　Knowing that we were shadowed, we absolutely wanted to avoid revealing ourselves.

"How many can you move?"
"About ten," Several people were traveling to God's house during the attack on the warehouse, and the injuries sustained during that time have not healed.""…10?" Then it would be dangerous to interfere with the Silwa family."
"Think you've been captured by the Silwa family?"

　Oriqueur shakes his head slightly at his men's words.

"I don't have any proof, but at present it's the worst thing to do to be captured by the Silwa family. The Silwa family, however, is a place of considerable military concentration in this Egzil. At least 10 people won't be able to do anything about it."
"It would be impossible to attack with ten men and destroy them like it was in a warehouse, but wouldn't it be possible to make sure that these three were captured?"
"Don't underestimate him. At first glance, he looks like a reckless man, and although he's a true man, he's foul sense of intuition. He's the kind of man who can see through it with intuition, even if he's scheming. Try sneaking into the place where such a fellow is. I'm sure you'll find out soon."
"...so far?"
"Of course, when the young man assumed the office of head, the Silwa and Maaschel families were equally powerful, and the Levisor family was not worse than they are now. But now that you think of it as such, you can understand it."

　A third person's voice reverberates in the room, which should have been the only one with a subordinate man and Oriqueur.
　The moment the man hears the voice, he tries to pull the knife out of his waist sheath, but Oriqueur stops it.

"Stop it. . . . . eavesdropping is not a very good hobby, Mr. Pri."

　The words echoed laughter through the door.

"Hooray, eavesdropping, everything that has been done in this house in the first place is on my ear."

　The door opened and a middle-aged woman in her 40s entered through it.
　They wear jewelry everywhere, including earrings, hair or necklaces, forehead ornaments, rings, bracelets, and ankles, with dolls about 30 cm in their arms.
　Pri Maaschel It is the lord of the Marcher family where Oriqueur is staying.
　Oriqueur frowns inwardly at the appearance of the mistress of the mansion, but opens her mouth with a smile.

"I beg your pardon. What an ex-gil wizard you are you?"
"Master Descala, Tozendes."

　The words of Oriqueur seemed nothing but flattery, but the doll in the arms of Pri muttered proudly.
　The voice was as hard to hear as ever, but Pri herself smiled without seeming to care at all.

"Huh! I'd be glad to hear you say so. Well, let's not bother the Silwa family, anyway. at least now."
"... why?"
"Because, let alone you, I am not going to be hostile to Bosque in earnest. Even the Silwa and Maaschel families should be at odds with each other when the Levisor family has already lost its power. There is a high possibility that all three families who rule Egidil will be punished by the government for not being qualified for it."

　Having said that, Pri's expression has an unpleasant color that makes you wonder what he was in a good mood a few seconds ago.

"That's... but then what is our purpose?"

　But perhaps she couldn't stand Pri's words, so the man next to Oriqueur seemed to say something in spite of her.
　Pri opens her mouth with a smile on her face when she hears the words.

"Oh? Maybe the original purpose of the religion is to confuse Egidil? Oh, my God. We have to deal with this properly as the ruler of Egidil."
"Wait a minute!"

　As soon as Tyroli and Pri lick their lips, Oriqueur screams instantly.
　The subordinate man didn't understand why the boss suddenly shouted, but suddenly he noticed a cold sensation touching his neck.
　When I just move my eyes, I see... I really have a doll about 30cm on my shoulder, and the knife that the doll is holding is sticking to my neck, cutting off a piece of skin, and bleeding from it.
　If Oriqueur's voice had been delayed for a moment, he had no life. The fact that there is no mistake suppresses the fear inside, and turns to Pri again.
　There was no doll in my arms until just a few seconds ago.
　That's natural, isn' The doll is now holding a knife to her neck.

(Before I knew it...)

　The man, who could not feel the doll moving at all, spouts tension sweat from his spine and forehead the next moment.

"…I am to blame for the handling of my subordinates." Will you forgive me?"
"So may I conclude that your aim is not to throw Egidil into confusion?"
"Of course. I have no intention of doing so."
"I'll believe that word for the present,"

　When Pri smiles, the doll, which has a knife pointed at the man's neck, jumps back into Pri's arms, kicking him lightly on the shoulder.
　Then, stroking the doll, he left the room... paused for a moment and opened his mouth to the Oriqueur.

"What troubles me is that the country intervenes because of the growing unrest. In other words, if the fuss is small... you know?"

　I told him that, and he left the room.