It was Bune who reacted sharply to Elena's remark that the Marcher family was involved in the affair.
　For Bune, there must have been many things to think that the Marcher family would be involved in this case.
　Vihela opens her mouth in place of such a veneer.

"The Maaschel family? How can you say that?"
"I can only say that I met the head of the Maaschel family in person...."

　In response to Vihela's question, Elena shrugs her shoulders slightly before continuing.

"Of course there is some circumstantial evidence. For example, the Levisor family, which had been involved in the case of abnormal species, had already killed all the researchers by the time the Silwa family went to the institute. In the midst of the strife between the Levisors and the Silwa families, there is not much force in the world that can imitate them on such a large scale?"

　There are, of course, several other organizations behind the scenes besides the three families. It's only natural to consider that it's a maze of wealth.
　But still the most likely and dubious was the Maaschel family.
　In the first place, the Marscher family is descended from a wizard among the parties that found the dungeon in Egzil. Of course, they are still one or two steps ahead of the rest of the house in terms of magic, and if you look at it as a matter of course, they can be the first to be suspected of producing abnormal species.

"And this may be a little too much of a stretch, but... there was a laboratory for the production of abnormal species in the slums. And it was near the slums that Esetus were attacked this time. We cannot deny that the slums are just right for this kind of thing, but Vihela's statement that there is a connection between the abnormal species and the attack is convincing."
"Then at once to the Maaschel family!"

　Esetus, who was listening to Elena's words, stood up and... stopped by Nact, who was sitting next to him.

"Calm down. This is nothing but speculation. There is no conclusive evidence."

　While telling Esetus so, Nact regrets that he could somehow catch one of their attackers.

(and I could have drawn the information somehow, and passed it on to the Silwa family for a good cause.)

　It was a nact murmuring like that, but Vihela said, as if it had nothing to do with it didn't matter.

"Now that we have reached an agreement, shall we move on?"
"Where are you going?"
"It's a rule, isn't it? for the information of the one who attacked you."
"No, so I don't have that information..."

　As Nact tries to continue, Vihela shakes her head and stops and smiles.

"You stopped by before you came to this inn, didn't you? I asked a familiar informant to tell me what the men were like and gather information."

　Hearing the words, Nact recalls Vihela stopping by saying she had something to do before heading to the inn.
　It's the same with Esetus, who opens his mouth with a look of surprise at Vihela.

"That shack!? But I can't believe it was moving so fast..."
"Of course. The sooner things like this, the better. though the informant is not me, but Bune's messenger."

　Vihela, smiling and looking at Bune.
　However, as for the person who looked at him, he still drank fruit water slowly without showing any concern.

(In the first place, how did Bune communicate with an informant by saying 'n'?)

　All of a sudden, Ray's innermost doubts arise, but he stands up as if he can't afford to spend time here.
　There was only a matter of time before Tivia survived, and Ray had no reason not to move here if he could solve the problem of the abnormal species as soon as possible.
　However, it is true that Ray himself is a little tired just coming out of the dungeon.

"But if there is anything unusual about it, you may have a lot to think of, but it would be better to give the Silwa family some information."

　Tell them so, look around, and immediately shake your head.
　She, Elena and Vihela are the main militants in this group, and Bune hates the Silwa family. Esetus and Nact decided that they would never get out of the way unless they headed for the rescue.

"One of us doesn't have to go, does it? We can ask the staff of this inn to give us a message. "This is a high-class inn, and they should be able to deal with such a thing, wouldn't they?"
"I thought about it, too, but isn't it a little dangerous?"

　On the way to the Silwa family, there is a possibility that the enemy who attacked the Esetus for fear of spreading the information...
　But Vihela shakes her head at such Ray.

"There should be a bodyguard in this kind of inn, of course, who is proud of his skill. It is a good idea to have them go with you, or to have the bodyguard go with you."

　Eventually, the idea was adopted, and the party left the inn after writing a letter informing Bosk.





"It's quite noticeable... is this all right?"

　As I walk around the city, Esetus mutters, worrying that the eyes of the people around me continue to be directed at me.
　The party is certainly conspicuous and attracting attention.
　However, the gaze is not malicious. No, it could even be said to be more friendly.
　though nearly half of his gaze was directed at Seto and Yello, and half at Elena and Vihela.
　It's only natural that the former is an incredible sight to behold, and the latter is an incredible beauty in appearance alone.
　However, in the case of Vihela, perhaps because many people had conflicts for some reason before, there is a slight sense of awe.

"And where is the informant?"

　When Elena asks if she is already paralyzed after years of similar glances, scraping up the golden hair of a vertical roll, Vihela also opens her mouth completely unconcerned by the acclaim and awe directed at her beauty.

"I've just gone a little further into the back street from here." Now that you've acted so conspicuously, you should be able to find out which way you've headed at least. Then we can proceed with the investigation centered on the direction of his escape."
"But, as long as they run away, don't they deliberately take a detour thinking about it?"

　As the sun is moving westward, Esetus asks, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his arms in the same heat.
　But what returned was an expression of surprise.
　It's not just Vihela. Elena, Ray, and even Bune, who rarely moves his expression, have his eyes wide open.

"What? Is it strange if I use my brain so much!? Let's go faster than that. I'm worried about Tivia."

　throw up as if one were disappointed and rush ahead

"Calm down, sir. You'll only please the other person if you rush here. I'm sure they're still looking at me from somewhere."
"...really?"
"Perhaps, you know, if they try to do something, they'll be able to get ahead of us without any trouble."
"Glu?"

　Gently stroking Seto's head, Vichela continues to walk calmly down the street.
　Rather than heading down to the informant, it's as if you're wasting your time looking at the shops around you.

"Yes,"

　Viehla's words, muttered Bune to mean so, and the party slowly went down the road into the back street.
　About twenty minutes later, I found myself in a block of back alleys, almost empty of people.
　Although he was the largest of the party, he was lucky to still have enough room to walk freely.
　Unlike back alleys near slums, the reason why people feel lonely is because there aren't as many streets as there are slums.
　In the midst of all this, Vichela and Bune follow their directions, until they reach the shack that is about to crumble.

"... here?"

　As Elena asks, Esetus, who has stopped here before heading to the Golden Pavilion, nods.Nacht has not changed his expression in particular, and he has an attitude of having no problem in particular.

"Yes, I wonder if there is any."

　An elderly man in his fifties shows his face through the door at what Vihela says, patting on the door.
　The shabby but well-dressed man doesn't look like he lives in a shack that is about to collapse.
　When such a man sees the other person's face, he bows his head with a happy smile.

"Welcome to Miss Bune, and to Mr. Vihela... they were Mr. Esetus and Mr. Nacto." And... oh, that's rare. Even crimson and princess general."

　But the words that come out of his mouth twist the faces of Vihela and Bune, and all but Seto and Yero.
　Ray and Elena were more precisely known not only as Ray's crimson, but also as Elena's nickname.
　Then Esetus and Nact realized what Elena was with Ray.
　Even though I didn't know her face, I knew her nickname, General Hime. No, no one who lives in or near the kingdom of Mileana knows the nickname of General Hime.

"Hi, princess... Shogun?"
"The Duke of Kelebel..."

　Elena breathes a little sigh and opens her mouth to the gazing hard enough to make a sound.

"There is no need to fear so unnecessarily. for I am not now Elena Kerebel of the Knights of Kerebel, but I am here as just Elena."

　Tell Esetus and Nact, who were about to kneel down, and breathe a little sigh before turning to the man.

"He certainly seems to be a good informant,"

　Elena's own background has been stopped in the guild, nor has it been extended in the Silwa, Maaschel, or Levisor families.
　Some adventurers I know should have been inadvertently told by the guild not to spread it.
　Of course, not all those who said that would be completely silent, but only a small number of Elena's information would have spread.

(Or, as long as he is an informant, he may have known me at first.)

　mutter inwardly, and turn one's gaze to Bune.

"Yes,"

　Bune muttered a word and nodded, as usual, to Elena's gaze.
　At least it was a happy event for Elena that Bune herself was not behaving like the Esetus.
　Convinced by a word from Bune's mouth, Elena turns to the old informant.

"And I understand that you know my background, but what about the attackers?"
"Yes. Of course I've checked. "However, I understood the hideout, but in this short period of time, I couldn't tell what it was." ...but I can see some of them heading for interesting places."
"Funny place?"

　The old man nods and opens his mouth to Elena's words.
　If you're sensitive to other people's feelings... no, with a hatred that you can't help but notice if you're insensitive to those feelings.

"To the Maaschel's, the great house west of Egzil,"
"Well, is this definitely the case with the Maaschel family?" So, was the Shaffner's move a pre-empty?
"I don't know," I don't think circumstantial evidence is wrong, but..."

　an old man who manages to suppress the hatred that oozes from within himself
　Because I understood the hatred, I thought it was dangerous to conclude.
　an inordinate level of hatred for a mere informant Elena was curious about it, but before she could open her mouth, Viehla looked at her and ended up shutting her mouth.
　It was not because of his desire to fight or fight, but because he had a look of entreaty.