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I Married the Dragon I Killed Chapter 96: Gold Rush

Chapter 96: Gold Rush

Stephan⁠‍ spoke passionately and‌ only then regained‌ the breath he⁠ had been holding​‍ back.

His‌​​ face was drenched​‌⁠ in sweat, and‌⁠‍ droplets were also‌​⁠ falling from the​​‌ fists he kept‌‍‌ tightly clenched.

Herman⁠ silently watched Stephan.​‌⁠

Herman‌​​ Pascal.

The‌ man who would‍‍ whip him even‍ if he missed‌‍ a single question‌‌ on an exam,‍⁠ and who acted‍​ like a tyrant‌ saying that one​ must never let⁠⁠‌ their guard down‌​ around numbers.

When⁠​​ he opened his‍​⁠ mouth again, he⁠‌ said this.

“Then⁠‍‍ do it that​‌​ way.”

“…Huh?”‍‌‌

Stephan​‍ blinked like an‍​⁠ idiot.

Was‌‌‌ this not like​‌ fully preparing for​​⁠ war only for⁠‍ the enemy to‌ suddenly surrender?

“Wait‍⁠ a moment, Father.​⁠ I-is this really⁠ going to end‌⁠ that simply?”

“What‌ do you mean⁠ simply? What exactly‌⁠ were you expecting‌​‌ me to do?”‍⁠

“Doesn’t⁠ it feel strange‌ for it to‌‍ end like this?⁠ If you plan‌⁠ to scheme behind​‍‍ my back—.”

“As⁠​ you said, I’m‌​ just an old‍‌⁠ man locked away⁠​‍ in the depths‍ of the house.⁠‍⁠ What could such⁠⁠ an old man⁠ possibly do? I told you to​⁠‍ do whatever you⁠‍‍ want.”

“Until​ just now you​ acted as though⁠‍ you were going‍ to devour me‍​‌ if I didn’t​‍‌ let everything go.‌‌ So why are​‍ you allowing it‍​​ now?”

“Didn’t⁠ you ask me‌ earlier?”

“That’s‌⁠‍ right.”

“And​‍‌ I simply told‌‌ you to stop.”‍⁠

“What’s​ different now?”

“At‌​‍ that time, you‌⁠‌ were asking as‍‌‌ an employee. Just‍⁠⁠ now, you informed‍​​ me as the‍⁠ owner of this⁠‍ place.”

Herman‍ turned around.

“If​ the owner does⁠​ not want it,‍‌ what could I possibly do?”

He‍‌⁠ said that and⁠ disappeared.

The⁠ heavy air once‌‌​ again pierced deeply‍‍​ into Stephan’s lungs.​​

“Hah.”​‌

Everything‌‍ felt empty.

As‍​‌ though a massive‌​‌ explosion had detonated‌ near him and⁠​ his ears were‌‌ still ringing.

“The⁠‍​ owner…?”

Stephan​ repeated those words⁠‍⁠ from his father‌ in his mind.⁠

Then‌‍ he saw something​ on his desk.‍‍‌

Two​ apples that had‌ rolled to the⁠​ floor when he‍⁠‌ slammed the table.‍‌​

There⁠‌‌ were two things‍⁠ he needed to​‍ hold.

But​​ only one hand⁠ to do it‌‍‍ with.

“Haha…”⁠

Suddenly,​‍ an absurd thought⁠⁠​ crossed his mind.‍⁠

No.‍⁠

It‌​‍ was not absurd.⁠

Stephan,‌‍‌ who had always​ lived under pressure,‌ had just had‌⁠ the smartest and​ brightest thought he​‍ had ever had.‍

He‍‍​ picked up the​⁠ two apples with‌⁠‌ both hands.

“My‍⁠ hands were originally‌‍ two.”

Then​ he placed them‍⁠ back onto the‍⁠⁠ fruit tray.

Everything​‌⁠ that had been‍​ pressuring him disappeared.‌‌

Stephan‍ smiled in relief.​

***⁠‌⁠

Herman⁠⁠ left the main⁠‌ headquarters and climbed⁠ into his carriage.‌⁠‍

Inside,‍‍ a muscular man​‍‌ was already seated⁠‌‌ there, someone who‍ looked twice as‍ large as Herman.⁠​

Merchit‌​ Pascal.

Herman‌⁠ looked at him‍‍​ and said,

“Let’s‍⁠ go home.”

“Yes.”‍

Merchit⁠​ gave the signal,⁠‍‍ and the carriage‌ began to move.⁠

Noticing‍ that Herman seemed​ different than usual,‌‍⁠ he asked,

“Did⁠‌⁠ things go well‌⁠ with my younger‌​⁠ brother?”

Herman‍‍‍ nodded.

“I​ didn’t like it,⁠⁠‍ but it was‍⁠‍ satisfying.”

“Ohh.‌​ So now Stephan‍ will become the​⁠‌ president?”

“I⁠ still need to‌ observe him a little longer. If⁠⁠ I hand it‍​⁠ over too quickly,⁠‍⁠ he’ll end up‌⁠ relaxing.”

“Haha!‍‍ I never thought⁠​ I’d see that​ bastard earn our‌‍​ father’s recognition.”

Merchit⁠‌⁠ burst into amused‍⁠ laughter, and Herman​ clicked his tongue.‌​‌

“Watching​‌ him yell at‍​‌ his father like‍​ that makes me​⁠ feel like I’m​‍‍ seeing a rebellious​⁠⁠ teenager who hit‌ puberty far too⁠ late.”

“It’s‍​ not puberty. He‍ always had a strong personality. Aren’t⁠ we all like​‍ that in the⁠‍ Pascal family?”

“Then​​ are you really⁠‍ fine with this?”​

He‍ was referring to​ whether Merchit was​‌ truly willing to⁠ hand the Pascal‌⁠ Guild over to​ Stephan.

Normally,‍​ the family business​ was inherited by⁠ the eldest son,​ so it was‌ an awkward situation.‍​

But​ Merchit waved his‍‌⁠ hand and laughed​ carelessly.

“The⁠​⁠ mercenary company is⁠⁠ enough for me.⁠‌ I don’t have‌​‍ the head for​ moving numbers around,⁠ right? I’m the⁠‍⁠ body, and Stephan⁠ is the brain.​‍ Better for him‍​​ to think for‍​​ me so my‌ head hurts less.”⁠‍

“Really?”‌​

“Though​‌‌ it’s not like‍⁠‌ I lack ambition‌‍ either. Looking at‍⁠ how my son⁠ behaves, it seems⁠⁠​ he inherited his⁠ mother’s brain. If​‌​ I train him​⁠ properly as a successor, in the⁠ end I’ll recover​‍ everything anyway.”

“Are⁠‌ you planning to⁠ sabotage his life‍‌‍ so badly that‌ he can’t even‍ get married?”

“Hahaha!⁠‍ I wish there‍ were at least​​‌ something to sabotage!​‍⁠ He has no‌​⁠ eye for women​⁠‌ and no initiative​‍ either! It’s pitiful⁠ to watch! His‍⁠ mother is even‌ begging young noble​ ladies from good‍​ families to pay⁠‌ attention to our‌​‍ brother!”

It​‌⁠ was impossible to‌‍ tell whether he‍‌ truly wanted to⁠ take everything from‌‌‍ Stephan or hand‍‍ it over to‍‍​ him.

“Even‌⁠ so, I think⁠ that bastard should​‍ at least open‍‍⁠ a path for⁠ me to live‍ better. Father, you‍⁠ should do something⁠ about it.”

Herman‌‌ shrugged.

“Talk‌​​ to the owner.​‌​ What would you‌ gain from talking‍ to me?”

“Hah.‍​‍ Judging by the‍​ way that bastard⁠ has been using‍‌ his head lately,‌‌​ even yelling at‌‌ him would be​ pointless. I’ll definitely‌‍⁠ have to make‌ my son smart‌‌ enough to take‌‌ it all back.”‌‍

Herman⁠‍​ let out a small laugh.

One‌ way or another,‌ the battle over‍‍⁠ the succession of‌‍ the Pascal Guild​⁠ had ended.

And⁠ so, the carriage⁠⁠‌ continued moving back‌​ toward the mansion.⁠​

***‍

“Did​‍‍ you hear that‌ news?”

“Judging‌​ by the way​ you’re talking, it‍⁠⁠ sounds like you‌‌​ heard about the​ Dandolo Guild.”

“That’s‌‍‍ right. Who would’ve⁠‌‌ imagined that the‍​⁠ Dandolo Guild would​​ end up in⁠ someone else’s hands?”‍‍⁠

“Rico‍⁠⁠ Dandolo died, and‍‍⁠ Henri Dandolo renounced‌ everything. Nothing could​⁠​ be stranger than‌‍‌ that.”

“And‍ wasn’t it that​​‌ Perda from the​ eastern frontier who⁠‌​ received everything? He‍‌‌ definitely used some‍ kind of trick.”‌​

“There‍ are suspicions, but​‌ Henri was already⁠ famous for not‌⁠ enjoying his work‍⁠‌ long before this,‍‍ wasn’t he? The⁠⁠⁠ moment his father’s‍ yoke broke, he⁠‌​ simply abandoned the‌ guild.”

“Even⁠⁠ so, didn’t he‍‌ give up too‍ much? Why would​‍ he abandon a fortune enough to​⁠⁠ live comfortably for​ the rest of⁠ his life?”

“There‌​ was probably some‍ sort of deal⁠ among the big‍​ players.”

“You​⁠ can’t ignore prestige‌⁠ either. All those​​​ executives voted unanimously‌ in favor. They‍‌‌ must have considered​​ him the right‍​ person to hand​‌​ it over to.”⁠⁠‍

“I’d‌​​ support Regent Perda‌⁠ too. They just‌⁠⁠ discovered western mines⁠ and rare earth‍‌​ veins, so everything​​ is on the‌‌ rise. And now‍ they’ve also gained‌⁠ that rising star⁠‌‌ called magitechnology.”

“So‌​ the Dandolo name⁠⁠ will still exist?”⁠

“How‍​⁠ could it? They‌‌ say they’ll change​‌‌ it. It’ll become‌​‌ the Hestia Guild.”​⁠

“Won’t​​ it be Valdrova?”‍‍‍

“If‍‌​ they keep using‌ the name of‍​ that terrifying evil⁠ dragon, people believe‌ it’ll bring a curse. So they’ll‌ use the name‌​ of the village​ they’re building instead.”‍‌

“The‍‍ village is called‌ Hestia? Sounds like​⁠ a woman’s name.”⁠​⁠

“And‍‍ that’s exactly why​⁠ it’s good. Jejeje.”‍

“But‌​‍ if so many​ people and so⁠​‍ much money are‌⁠‌ gathering in the‌⁠ Grand Duchess’s territory,‌ is the Empire‍‍ really going to​ sit by and⁠​ do nothing?”

“There’s​ the excuse of⁠​‌ conquering the eastern⁠ frontier. Besides, Lorga‌ declared his support‍‌⁠ and announced they’ll​⁠ build a village​ to accept adventurers.”⁠⁠​

“Adventurers?​​ Why would they‌ go to a place like the⁠ eastern frontier?”

“It​⁠‍ seems the Adventurer’s‌​‍ Guild plans to‌‌‌ seriously explore the​⁠⁠ Demon Lands.”

“What?!⁠‌ Do they actually⁠​ have the power⁠‍‍ to enter the‍ Demon Lands?!”

“Apparently‌ they found a method to resist⁠​ demonic energy.”

“Then⁠‌‍ that means there’s⁠​ finally a way‌​⁠ to extract the‌‍‍ eastern mysteries!”

“There‌​‌ are strange things‍ there in both⁠⁠ medicine and magic.⁠​‍ It seems we’ll⁠‌‌ finally be able‍‍ to see with‌ our own eyes‍‌⁠ things that previously​‌⁠ only existed in⁠ legends.”

“Grrrr…‌​ It can’t be!‍⁠ I’ll have to​⁠ change my caravan’s​⁠‍ route!”

“You’re‌ thinking of going​ to the eastern⁠‍ frontier?”

“Where⁠ people gather, money⁠ gathers! How could‌​⁠ I not go?!‌‌⁠ I’ll try selling‌‌⁠ food and whetstones⁠‍ there!”

“Ohhh,⁠‌ then let’s go⁠ together!”

“Brother,‌ save a place‌⁠ for me too!​‍ I want to‍‌‌ come with you!”​

***‍

A wind called the​ gold rush was​‍‍ blowing through Hestia.⁠⁠​

It‌ attracted people, and‌​ even the stagnant⁠‌ winter began to⁠‌⁠ move in search‍⁠​ of a place⁠​ to settle.

With⁠ so many people​ arriving, the streets‍ came alive.

“Come‍‌ on, come on!‌ Only for today!‌‌ Thirty pieces! Thirty‌‍ pieces of the‍​ famous roasted western‍​ catfish!”

“Bracelets⁠⁠​ that bring good⁠​⁠ fortune! If you⁠ wear this bracelet,‌ you’ll have eternal​‌‍ health! Luck in​⁠‌ everything! And not‍‌​ only that! In​‍⁠ exactly one hundred​⁠‍ days, you’ll receive‌​ an enormous fortune!”⁠

The⁠ spaces that should‍⁠ have been empty‍ were now filled⁠ with street stalls.‍

There​‌‍ was work there.‌‌

And⁠‍ where there was⁠ work, people gathered.⁠

And⁠‍⁠ where people gathered,​ money began to‍ move.

Street‍ vendors ignored in‍​⁠ the big cities⁠​⁠ began settling there⁠ one after another‌⁠‍ and making money,‍‍⁠ so everyone started​‌ copying them.

The​‌ refugees, even though⁠ they received money,‍ did not have⁠⁠⁠ much to spend‌ it on, but​‍ the street stalls‍ at least allowed‌ them to slightly‌​ improve their quality‌ of life.

“A​⁠⁠ huge number of​ people are gathering.”⁠

Isabella‌​ observed the place​‌​ from afar as‌​ she spoke.

She‌⁠‍ was not merely⁠​ reviewing it through‌​ documents; she was​‍ evaluating it with‌ her own eyes.⁠‌‍

“Expand‌ the streets a little more and⁠​ regulate the wandering⁠⁠ merchants.”

“Yes.”​‍

“Do‌ not forget to⁠⁠ properly collect the‌‌‍ stall fees. And⁠‌ while this is‍‌ still unstable, do‌‍ not try to‌‍ enrich yourselves unnecessarily.”​

“Yes!”⁠⁠

It‍‍ was a warning‍⁠ not to accept‍‌ bribes disguised as​‍ stall rent.

If‍‍ it were an​ ordinary administrator, they​​ would ignore her⁠ with disdain, but​‌ she was a Dragon Spawn.

Her⁠‍ meticulousness was terrifying,‌ and her strength‍ was exceptional as​‍‍ well, so no​⁠​ one dared line​​ their pockets in⁠‌‌ front of her.⁠

The⁠ tax collectors began‌‍‍ moving, and a man in armor‌‍ stopped before her.‍

He⁠​⁠ wore half plate‌‍‌ armor and had‍ an insignia on‌ his shoulder that⁠​​ read “Captain of‌ the Guard.”

It⁠⁠‌ was William, the‍⁠‍ cavalry cadet who​​‍ had led the‍ refugees.

“Administrator.‍⁠‌ William, Captain of⁠⁠‍ the Guard, reporting‌‍‍ patrol duty. Aside‌ from three theft‌ cases, there were⁠ no major incidents.”‌

“Good⁠‍‌ work, Captain. I thought there would‍⁠‍ be problems with⁠‌ so many people‌ arriving, but it‍‍‍ seems nothing happened.”‌⁠

“That’s​‍ correct. We ordered⁠‍ the guards to‍ organize the flow‌​‍ of people to‌​ prevent problems, so‍ nothing serious should‌‍​ happen.”

“Excellent‌ work. Then there​‌ is no need‌ to give further‌​ orders.”

William​⁠⁠ walked beside Isabella‍⁠ and asked,

“Um…​‌​ Administrator Isabella…”

“What‍⁠ is it?”

“Is⁠‍ it really okay​‌ for me to​⁠ be the Captain⁠⁠ of the Guard?”​‍​

Isabella‌ adjusted her glasses​ and answered,

“Of‍ course. I imagine⁠ you may not‍‌​ be satisfied with‌​ a rank lower‌‌‍ than cavalry cadet,⁠ but the Regent⁠‍‌ said he will⁠‌ consider granting you‌‌ a knighthood later,‍‌‍ so there is‌ nothing to worry⁠⁠​ about.”

“No…‌​ that’s not what‍​ I mean…”

For​​​ William, this was‌⁠​ complicated.

Being‌⁠‌ a cavalry cadet,‍‍ having achieved great‌⁠ merits under Duke​‌ Yurei.

All‍ of that belonged​‌​ to the past⁠ now.

William​‍ had arrived in‌‌⁠ Hestia prepared to‍‍ live as a refugee.

‘But…‌​‍ Captain of the‍‌⁠ Guard…?’

What​‍⁠ Exactly Was a Captain of the⁠ Guard?

Practically​ the second-highest position‌​ of authority after⁠ the administrator.

He‍ commanded the guard⁠⁠⁠ and, if necessary,‍ could legally exercise​‌⁠ force within the​‍ village.

Because⁠ of that responsibility​‍​ and privilege, it​⁠⁠ was far too‍​‍ important a position‍‍ to hand over‌ to just anyone.⁠‌‌

“It‍⁠‍ was the Regent‌ himself who appointed⁠ you, so the​‌ only thing I could do would‍ be dismiss you.‍ But personally, I also think you​​‌ work well, so​ I have no⁠‍ objections. And besides…”​⁠

“And‍ besides?”

“If⁠ you resign, I’ll‍ send you straight⁠​‌ back to Duke‌ Yurei, so don’t‌‌⁠ even dream about‌ it.”

“Ugh…‌‍​ those are such⁠ cruel words…”

That‌⁠ alone was enough​‌ to make him‌⁠⁠ turn pale, yet‍‌‍ he did not⁠⁠⁠ feel bad.

The⁠‌ woman known as​‍ the ruthless witch‌‍⁠ was saying she⁠ needed him, so‍​‌ it actually felt‌ embarrassingly pleasant.

“Then‍ I’ll go draft​‌‌ the report. Good⁠‌ work.”

“Yes,​​​ good work.”

The‌⁠‌ village was stabilizing‍⁠ thanks to the‌‍⁠ guard.

But⁠ if only everything⁠ were good news.​⁠‍

Where‌ there is one⁠⁠ person, there is⁠ one concern.

And‌‌‍ where there are⁠ a hundred people,⁠ there are a hundred concerns.

Isabella​ forcefully suppressed the‌ urge to sigh.⁠

“Hey,‌‌ little horns.”

An⁠⁠ arrogant voice caught⁠‌ her attention.

“So‍⁠ you abandoned the‍ Magic Tower just​‍ to end up⁠ cleaning up after⁠‌‌ humans? Well, maybe‌⁠​ you’re doing that⁠‍ because they kicked‍ you out.”

Although​ Isabella was rational,​‌ she was not⁠⁠⁠ a saint capable​​ of listening to​ insults against Dragon​ Spawn without getting⁠ angry.

“How‍⁠ insolent—?!”

But‌‍ just as she​‌ was about to⁠​ explode in fury,⁠‍⁠ she turned around​ and her expression‌​‍ changed.

Even‌ without horns or‌​ a tail, that‌⁠ elegant face was‌‌ familiar to her.‍‍⁠

She​ had worked under‍⁠‍ her for centuries.​​

There‌‍⁠ was no way‌⁠ she could fail⁠‍‍ to recognize her.‍‍

“Lady‌‍​ Erika?”

“It’s⁠⁠ been a long​​ time, Bella.”

Erika​‍ Iorga.

She‌⁠ greeted her cheerfully‍ with a wave‍⁠ of her hand.⁠​

Isabella⁠‍​ quickly scanned her‌⁠‍ entire body with⁠‌ her eyes and‌‌ asked,

“Are⁠ you enjoying some‍‌ sort of game?”​​‍

“A⁠⁠‌ game? You speak‍​ as if I’m⁠​ wandering around for‌ fun.”

“You’re‍ acting like a human in a way that does‍ not suit you.”‍

“What‌‍ nonsense. I’m not‍‌ spending my time​ playing around, you‌​‍ know? Even if​ it doesn’t look​⁠‍ like it, I came here as​⁠​ platinum adventurer Eri.”⁠‍⁠

Erika‍ showed her adventurer’s‍​‍ plate.

A badge granted only‌​​ to those who‍ possessed top-level achievements​ within the Adventurer’s‍ Guild.

“Are​ you not ashamed‍​‍ that someone known‍‍ as the Wisdom⁠‍‌ of the Twelve‌ Expeditionary Group is‍ acting among humans?‌ These days, that‍‌ would be called‌ newbie slaughter.”

“Anyone​ listening to you‌‌ would think I’m​ some complete scoundrel.⁠ I only ended‍​‍ up like this⁠‍ while solving problems.”‍

Although‍⁠⁠ she claimed it‌‍ had not been‍ intentional, the pride‍‌ she felt while⁠‍⁠ holding that plate​‌ was obvious.

Erika‌ felt slightly uncomfortable‍‌‍ and decided to‍​ change the subject.‍​⁠

“How⁠‍​ have you been⁠⁠⁠ lately?”

“I’ve⁠‍‌ been well. It’s‍​⁠ pleasant hearing fresh​‍‌ things instead of‌ the complaints of‍​ those old men.”⁠

“Fresh​‍​ things? Did you​⁠ just call Valdrova’s​​‍ maids that?”

“Is⁠ there a problem?”​‍

At⁠ that response, Erika‍ spoke as though‌ she were stunned.⁠‍

“Do‌ you realize that‌‌​ girl is also⁠‌‍ several centuries old?”‍⁠

“But‍ she’s still younger⁠‌‌ than me.”

“And‍‌​ what about the⁠ title Frost Giant’s⁠‌‍ Nightmare?”

“I​ understand it perfectly.⁠‍⁠ That delicate beauty⁠​ alone is enough‌‍ to destroy anyone’s​ mind.”

Isabella​‍‍ murmured with a captivated expression.

“Ahh,‍‌ if only I could hug her​ tightly just once,‌‍‌ all this accumulated⁠ exhaustion would disappear.”‌

Erika‌ stared at her⁠ in disbelief.

There⁠ was something in​‌​ her words she‍​​ simply could not‌​⁠ ignore.

“But⁠​ you said things.​‍ Is there someone‍‌‌ else? Another fresh⁠‍ one?”

“A​⁠ girl named Morida.⁠ A beautiful young‌ woman who looks​‍ as though she⁠ stepped out of⁠‍⁠ a painting.”

“And‍‍‌ you do not‌‌ touch her either?”‍

“It‌ seems the damned⁠⁠ witch residing in‍​ the castle is‌ keeping watch over​​ her.”

Isabella‍⁠ spoke with a face full of‍ jealousy.

Even​‌‌ Erika, who had‍ spent centuries alongside​‍​ her, rarely saw‍ so many emotions‌ gathered together.

“…Does‌⁠‌ the Regent know​ you’re like this?”​

“I​ think he vaguely​‍ suspects it, but⁠ he doesn’t seem⁠⁠‍ to care.”

“Then⁠‌ I suppose there’s‍‌ no problem…”

Isabella⁠​‌ decided to change⁠ the subject of‍‌ “fresh things.”

“Leaving‍ that aside, let’s​‌⁠ talk about something‍‌‍ constructive.”

“Did‍ Lady Erika come⁠​‌ here as an‌​‍ adventurer?”

“I‍‍ felt I needed​ to personally check⁠‍​ how the Adventurer’s‍ Guild situation is​⁠⁠ going. What do⁠ you think about​ the adventurers who‌​ arrived here?”

“They’re⁠​‍ the worst.”

Isabella‌‍‌ sighed.

“The​​ ones who think​‌‍ they have spirit​‌‍ are simply immature,‌ and the adventurers‌⁠ of the rank​‍ we actually need‍​‍ do not even⁠ seem interested in‍‍⁠ coming near this‌ place. Rather, it⁠⁠‌ seems they came‍ here to behave​⁠ like gangsters.”

“After‍​⁠ suffering so much​⁠ to climb the‍‌​ ranks, it’s normal​‌ for them to‍⁠ act like that.”‍‌

Accumulating⁠⁠ merits was difficult.‌​

Dying⁠ only took an‍‍‌ instant.

So​ once they reached​‌​ a high level,‍ it was natural⁠‌​ for them to‌​​ become cautious.

“I’ll⁠ have to speak‍​ with the central​‍‌ guild. They need⁠​ to awaken a sense of urgency‍ in those golden‌ idiots.”

“Do⁠ you not think​​⁠ there will be​‌⁠ opposition?”

“Then‌ let them protest‍​ if they want.​​ Do they think​​‍ I have no⁠‌‍ right to speak‍​ after risking my‍​‌ life countless times​​ to help save​⁠⁠ this continent?”

Erika‍ bit her lip‍​ and let out⁠ a curse.

“Damned​ bastards. I don’t‍‌‌ pay them to‍‍ sit on their​ asses and stuff⁠‍‌ themselves with expensive‌ food.”

“Lady‌‍‌ of the Tower,‌⁠ mind your dignity.”‍​‍

“What‌​‍ are you saying?⁠‌‌ I’m not Erika,​⁠​ I’m Eri, platinum‌⁠‌ adventurer. I don’t‌​ need dignity. I can say vulgar‌​⁠ things anywhere. Want​‌ to hear a vulgar girls’ talk‌‍ from Eri?”

“At‌‌ moments like this,​ I truly feel‍​ proud of having⁠‌ abandoned the Magic‌​‍ Tower.”

Erika​⁠ let out a playful laugh.

“Is‌ the Regent here?”‌‍

“He’s​‍‌ probably still in​ his office today​​‍ as well. Do‍‌‍ you wish to‍ see him? I’ll‌​ send a message.”⁠

“It‍‌ feels strange showing⁠‍ up without warning,‌‌ but I bring‍⁠⁠ some good news,‍ so I suppose‍‍ it’ll be fine.‍ Can you notify​​ him?”

“Understood.​ I’ll inform him‌‍ beforehand so he‌‍ can prepare himself.”​‌

Just⁠ as she was‌‍ about to send‌‍‌ the message—

Ding!⁠ Ding! Ding!

The‍ alarm bell installed​​ in the center⁠ of the village⁠⁠‍ suddenly began ringing‌‌ violently on its‍‍‍ own.

Everyone​ stopped and looked​‍ toward it.

Erika‍ also raised her​ gaze.

“What’s⁠​⁠ that? An alarm?”​​

“…It’s‌ connected to a monster detection device.‍‍ It rings automatically⁠​ whenever it detects⁠ something.”

“That​‍​ means…”

“That⁠‌ if it’s not⁠‍⁠ malfunctioning, then a monster has appeared.”⁠

The‌​‌ alarm continued ringing‍‍‌ without showing any‍ sign of stopping.​⁠‌

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