Val returns to his daily life as if nothing happened.
　He doesn't try to be prepared for any unusual event that may occur at any time.
　The residents of the neighborhood are simple and unpretentious, but they might sense a small change due to the length of their relationship.
　So Bal does his usual day job.
　Today, he is collecting medicinal herbs.
　It was not the high-class medicine that the residents of the nobleman's quarter and first-class areas would buy, but the cheap material that the common people of the second and third-class areas would buy.
　Since it was a job that anyone could do, it was not well-trained, and no one with any skills would bother to take it.
　That's why Baru makes sure to take it regularly.
　The delivery was to the town's apothecary.

'Thanks for the help, Val. It's hard to find anyone who takes such a modest, low wage job so seriously.

'Because if I don't take these jobs seriously, I can't make a living.

　He smiles humbly at his apothecary father who expresses his gratitude.
　Of course, it's a construction project.
　The amount of money paid to him as part of the Eight Divine Brilliance (Levatain) is even more than the pension that the royal family receives.
　He uses it to pay for his charitable activities while he himself leads a modest life.

It's complicated. I'm old enough to know better, but I can't afford to lose anyone who can do this kind of work.

　The apothecary's father folds his arms and says, "How's the son of a b*tc*?

"How's that son of a b*tc*?

　My dad makes a reluctant face at Val's question.

'No,' he says, 'I can't. He said he can't be the town's poor apothecary, that adventurers have more dreams. I scolded him to stop talking nonsense and we had a big fight.

The Adventurer or .......

　Val agreed to a point.
　If he could get customers in the first class area, he would still be able to get customers in the second class area, but he wouldn't make much money doing business in the second class area.
　The apothecary's father was poorly dressed in a worn-out shirt and apron.
　Adventurers are at risk of dying, but if they succeed, they can rise in the ranks of the nobility.

I'm tempted to say that the creation of the adventurer system was superfluous, even though His Majesty the Emperor is a fine man.

　The apothecary's father blurted out, "That's why my son is having strange dreams.

Apparently the original intention of the adventurer system was to create a group of adventurers who were skilled but didn't fit in with the group activities, or for whom organizational order was stifling, so that they could be controlled at a minimum.

　Val speaks up in defense of the Emperor.

''Well, well, we don't want people who have been in the army before to go free and become bandits or do bad things.

　The apothecary's father said with a nod.
　He doesn't want to deny the adventurer system altogether either, apparently.　

(Apparently he still doesn't know about the information that demons have started appearing in the area.)

　Val decides that the people of the imperial city still don't know about it, as there is no mention of it at all.
　The demand for medicines would naturally increase as the number of battles with demons increased, so there was no way the apothecaries would not know anything about it.
　The adventurers' speed of information transmission should be seen as still in its infancy.
　However, it would be a problem if the emperor's information network was defeated.

''Bal, can you do something about it, too?''

You won't find me very convincing.

　Val chuckles at the apothecary's father's request.
　His son would listen to him divinely if he was speaking as one of the Eight Divine Brilliance (Levatain).
　However, it's unlikely that he would take the words of the udderless old man seriously.

'Hmmm,'

　The apothecary's father decided it was plausible and did not ask for more.
　Val finished his work and slowly made his way home.
　He was casually groping for the safety of the entire imperial capital and the surrounding area, but no one would notice.
　If anyone could notice, it would be a member of the Eight Divine Light (Levatain) or someone of equal ability.
　But they are now scattered throughout the empire, and the only forces left in the imperial capital are the imperial kinsmen knights and the knights tasked with defending the imperial capital.

(...... demons are approaching from the sky. The number is around 200. They've been summoned en masse from a few kilometers away.)

　Bal sensed the presence of the demon while behaving as usual and analyzed it more sketchily.
　He was still the only one the Imperial City had noticed.