Chapter 11 – I Decide My 3 Stars (6)
Noon.
Numerous people gathered in front of the adventurer’s guild, and they were all talking about one topic.
“Why did the bastard Little Lord come to the guild?”
“Aren’t you here to find fault with the guild? You secretly went out at night to drink and heard the adventurers swearing at you!”
“Then he must have been a damn thing right then and there? How could he have stayed still? He must have been absolutely disgusted right then and there.”
Little Lord of Permaten.
Why did someone who was best avoided leaving the castle suddenly appear?
And that too from dawn.
“What’s going on?”
A woman with her silver hair down to her waist cautiously approached the people.
“Ah, now the minor lord of Permaton… Hehe?!”
The young man, who did not notice her approach her, tried to answer naturally, but was started when he saw the woman.
“Oh, the girl of the sword!!”
“She’s It’s not a girl!” She’s a virgin!”
“What are you talking about yourself? Just call me ‘Sword Maiden’!”
“…”
The female knight, a silver-haired woman called ‘Sword Maiden’, glared at the young men in front of her with her sullen face.
“I asked the guild what happened.”
“Oh, well, that is…”
“Everyone would be surprised if the ‘Saint of the Sword’ from the 50th floor strategy team approached her like that.”
A somewhat grumpy looking blond man clung to the female knight.
“Hehe… !”
“Even ‘gold tanning sun’…!”
“Hey, don’t keep calling people by their second names right in front of you. I have a name called ‘Jackson.'”
The man named Jackson gritted his teeth, raising his dark glasses with his middle finger.
“What’s going on in the guild?”
“Oh, well, that is…”
“The minor lord of Fermaten is currently talking to the guild leader.”‘
“What? That bastard? Hey, what do you think?”
“…What do you think about when you sleep?”
The silver-haired female knight still glanced at Jackson with a sullen expression.
“I am not even a saint.”
“Then?”
“…Just a prosecutor.”
“Ah, I see. I understand, the beauty of the sword.”
“You’re not listening to me at all.”
Sigh.
The guild door has opened.
Soon, a man with short blond hair came out wearing a white suit, and with a frown on his face, he immediately left with his attendants.
“What’s with your hair? Did you copy me?”
“It’s very different from you. You just shaved it short, and So Young-ju left the top part and shaved the side part.”
“Really? Um… That’s okay. If I copy it, will I get criticized for imitating Youngju So?”
“…At least, that’s true for the current Little Lord. But…”
She tilted her head as she looked at Youngju So, who lived here, leaving.
“That guy, was his original gait like that…?”
“Gait?”
“She used to walk crookedly, with her hands in her pockets and her back bent.”
“Hmm. How much interest have you always had in Youngju So’s gait?”
“…I only ran into Lord So often. The only thing I’m interested in is the sword and the infinite labyrinth. Let’s go inside.”
The female knight pointed inside and took a long stride, and Jackson entered the guild, pushing aside the crowd that was splitting up due to the female knight.
“Hey, old man. Why did Lord So visit?”
“…Did she come back alive and safe?”
“Of course. Going to the 50th floor is standard now. But what happened?”
“…You made a request.”
The guild leader, Bernhard, pointed to the newly posted poster on the bulletin board.
“Commissioned by the Little Lord Rouge Permaten in her personal capacity. Read her details for yourself.”
“What is this? …Collecting items and recruiting collectors? What do you mean?”
“There is something you are looking for, and you are willing to hire someone to find it?”
“That’s right, Serica.”
The silver-haired female knight, Celica, secretly smiled at the guild leader’s words.
“What do you mean by something you are looking for?”
“…It’s a jewel.”
“Jewels?”
“Yes. Lord So…He said he was looking for ’12 jewels.'”
Guild leader Bernhard licked his lips as he stared at the notice with his arms crossed.
“I am looking for 12 very special jewels from the Infinite Labyrinth, and I will give a huge reward to anyone who brings me these jewels. And I will hire adventurers directly from Count Fermaten to dig up these jewels. That’s what you said.”
“…Jewel?”‘
“Yes. It seems to be a gem different from other magic stones. Why? Are you interested?”
“…I’m more concerned than interested.”
“What?”
“Hiring people from Fermaten. If the ‘rebellion birds’ start running rampant again…”
“Ugh?!”
Jackson screamed as he looked at the announcement.
“Aren’t you trying to hire people by recruiting jewels?! Damn, what are you going to do if the empire sends someone again…?”
“…The rebel warbird was here.”
Celica shook her head at Jackson’s fuss.
“Do you think just hiring gem collectors from Fermaten will lead to a rebellion? Right, guild leader?”
“…That’s right.”
“..?”
Celica frowned for a moment at the guild leader’s somewhat hesitant answer.
“Why are you doing that?”
“…Kuhmm, it’s a bit awkward to say to you…”
“If you said yes, do you mean you will tell me?”
“…Those collectors are not ordinary collectors.”
“Of course! I knew that would happen. Damn it, if the Empire tries to block the labyrinth again-“
“They are fitting models.”
“…Yes?”
Celica and Jackson couldn’t believe their ears.
“Fitting model…?”
“Yes. They say they collect jewels and are recruiting models that fit the jewels. Look down there.”
“…Conditions. A beautiful adult woman? Ha, perhaps…”
Jackson twitched the corners of his mouth.
“Well, are you trying to find jewelry and make a set for your future wife? You say you’re recruiting fitting models, but you’re actually going to have them dress up in all kinds of outfits? You’re recruiting human mannequins. Hehe. And then the model becomes your wife. …Hehe.”
“Maybe so.”
“… Ah, I see. Well, the time has come for that nobleman to see his successor.”
Jackson scratched the back of his neck.
“The fae looks pretty good… Hey, Celica. You can’t go here. You’re the ‘girl of the sword.'”
“Not a girl. Not a saint.”
“Oh, yes. …Huh? I think I said something more… ?”
“Guild leader. I have a question.”
Celica raised her hand and pointed to the girl standing stiffly next to Bernhard.
“Are you new?”
“…I’m a new recruit. It’s a good thing. Celica. I have another request from the Permaten minor lord. Would you like to hear it?”
“Request?”
“Yeah. What I mean is…”
* * *
“Lord So. Why didn’t you bring that blonde rookie adventurer?”
“Huh?”
The man who followed me and asked a question, Sir Lambert, a knight, quietly spoke.
‘The empire’s spy.’
Lord Lambert.
He has been knighted by Permaten since the time the former Earl was alive and has been serving as a knight of Permaten, but in reality, he is from the Empire.
Hound of the Empire.
A traitor who is ready to bite my head off from behind at any time if someone who can be said to be the Empire’s Fermaton is secured.
If you ask him why he is a traitor, he will reply, ‘Loyalty can be bought with money.’
-Are you asking me to break my loyalty?
– It was too much money to say that.
Same situation.
“What if you say you’re a blonde newbie?”
In fact, there are many people like Lambert, but I can’t help but smile and talk to them.
“This is the girl who was squatting in front of the guild earlier.”
“Is she a girl? …She was an adult.”
Isn’t it a bit much to call an adult a girl?
Of course, she is a little smaller than that of relatively cool adult women, but it doesn’t feel that way to call her a girl.
Someone might oppress them by saying they feel uncomfortable just because of the word ‘girl’.
“She was a woman who could handle herself well. It would be a bit unfair to call a woman like that a girl.”
“Ah, yes… “
I know I shouldn’t point out things, but I feel like I’m muttering to myself, ‘As soon as another Fermaten comes out, I’ll stab you in the spine,’ but still, I can’t be a girl .
If I were a woman, wouldn’t there be no pressure for me to get drunk?
“I will hire her, but she only has one life. Since I cannot’enter’her her her her infinite labyrinth her her her separately her, I have asked her guild leader to find her her her her one adventurer who can be her her mentor her her her of. Yes.”
“Mentor… “Do you mean?”
“Yes. I also hire someone from Permaton, but I don’t want to hire someone who will die before even going down to the third floor. Would you hire someone so ugly who knows where the gem I’m looking for is?”
Jewelry.
I expressed my sincerity to Guild Master Bernhardt, but externally, I needed a special ’cause’ other than the Bunny Girl Cosplay Knights.
“Jewel… Are you looking for a magic stone from the Infinite Labyrinth? A special magic stone with tremendous magical power?”
Ah.
Maybe it’s because there’s some kind of filtering in the eardrums, but it sounds like this.
-Are you trying to secure extremely strong magic stones and make weapons using some sort of alchemy? An automata-like doll that doesn’t listen to human commands? Dangerous. This must be stopped.
I don’t know if it’s Rouge Permaten’s intuition or my background knowledge, but I feel like everyone is my enemy.
It would be nice if it were an illusion.
It would be nice if it was a preconceived notion.
At least here, there is no one I can trust right now.
Therefore…
“A magic stone? You can buy that kind of thing with money. What I’m looking for is a pure, brilliant, and beautiful gem. A gem suitable for the person who will become my wife.”
“Oh, yes.”
I play a person who is crazy about vanity and luxury.
That’s the way I won’t be suspected right now.
“Twelve colorful jewels! How beautiful would it be if you crafted them into jewelry and then made love by changing them one by one every month?”
“You…You’re not saying that the jewels are twelve women?”
“What?”
“Are you going to make twelve rings?”
“…I was thinking of making twelve for each person.”
This man.
As expected, he is a playboy.
Later, he gets injured while stretching his legs like an octopus to several women, but I just treat this man as an enemy.
‘Something like a 2-star guy.’
I am not interested in people like this.
“Well, I still take your words to heart. There are twelve women. Huh, just thinking about it is thrilling.”
12 full-length 5-star female characters.
It’s really the best.
Of course, the standard of 12 people was based on ‘mythical fossils’.
“Then, Lord So. Let’s go to the lord’s castle…”
“There are still places left to go?”
“Huh? Where else…”
“Magic Tower.”
I pointed to the tall, towering spire toward the sky.
“I need a ‘witch’ to be my teacher. “I will hire a witch from the Magic Tower as a tutor.”
