The fourth level adventurer party, "The Wind and the Dancing Swallow", is a group of six men only.
　They are Damien, a swordsman and leader; Arnaud, a heavy warrior with a large shield and a spear; Edgar, a thief and former scout; Rainer, a dwarf archer; Ivo, the oldest and most experienced sorcerer; and Johannes, who specializes in recovery magic.
　The name of the party is not a deep meaning, just the name of the leader, Damien, taken from his favorite animal.
　The guild has asked him to investigate the safety of the vicinity of the imperial capital.

''Is it because the defense of the imperial capital and escorting travelers and merchants is a knight's job? It's a good argument, but that attitude isn't right.''

　It was Edgar who complained.
　He complained, rooted in what he had been told by one of the knights he happened to encounter who was responsible for the defense of the imperial city.
　They had come about an hour's walk from the Imperial City.
　Edgar is moving his mouth to vent his frustration, but he is firmly wary of his surroundings.

''Rumors that the knights look down on us adventurers, it seems to be true.

　He was answered by an archer, Ryner.
　He is a dwarf, a dwarf who says he can anticipate the movement of the wind, and he has a far-sightedness.

'There are many different kinds of knights. It's unimpressive to think that just seeing two or three of them is all that's left.''

　It was Ivo, the oldest of the young men, who tended to them.
　He was fifty years old and still had the physical strength of a young man, and his experience and thoughtfulness came in handy at the party.

'But Grandpa Yojo: ......'

　Edgar protests subduedly, since he is dealing with Ivo.

The only person I've ever met was Barshmiede, the previous president of the First Order, but he's a very friendly man.

　Ivo spoke with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

'Grandfather, you've met the head of the Order? I'm surprised that way.'

　Edgar rolls his orange eyes.

'It was a long time ago now, but...'

　Ivo said that and didn't say the rest.
　They suspected that there was a reason.
　The sorcerer Ivo is a heavy-spoken person, and he refuses to talk about things he doesn't want to talk about.
　He is a trustworthy old man to whom you can confide your secrets, but that's why he decides it's impossible to make you continue what you just said.

'Maybe it's time to take a turn. Let's go get the leaders.

　Edgar said.
　Leader Damien and the others were now resting under the shade of a tree.
　The unbalanced formation of scouts, archers and sorcerers as guards was a sign of their confidence or a sign of their carelessness.
　It's a very good idea to have a good selection of places with few obstacles and good visibility that are hard to take by surprise, which is different from the low-ranked adventurers.
　Just as Reiner was about to call for Damien, Damien joined the rest of his friends.

''Oh, I was just about to call out to him: ......''

　The archer looked doubtful, to which Damien replied with a questioning look.

Yes," he said, "but I had a bad feeling about it. Yeah, but I had a bad feeling about this. I thought it was time to join you. I'm sorry, but can we take a break for a bit later for you guys?

...... Damien's breaststroke is usually a hit. I don't blame you.

　Edgar clicks his tongue, Ryner sighs, and Ivo silently holds his wand.
　Their complaints were not directed at Damien.
　It's about the unforeseen circumstances that might come.

'Mm, space wavers. Mmm, space wobbles. ...... It's a sign of shifting from the south.

　Ivo unexpectedly opens his mouth to alert his companions.

'Transition?　Witchcraft?

　Damien checks with the sorcerer as he looks south.

'I don't know. I can't tell them apart that well. I'm sorry.

　Ivo ranted, and Arnaud laughed.

'Don't apologize old man, I'd be grateful if you could just feel the transition.

Hey, you're lucky you didn't catch me off guard.

　Edgar also says.

(They're good friends. I wouldn't let them die if I could.)

　Ivo thought sincerely.
　He was prepared for the deaths of his friends as he continued to be an adventurer, and his calm self thought, "How sweet.
　Still, he didn't want to lose his friends who were as old as his son and grandson.
　Space warped languidly in the direction he had expected, and a thick, black web of nanica spread out.

'They're coming, alert!　I don't think it's witchcraft.

　It was at this point that Ivo finally saw that this was a transference that could be classified as a natural phenomenon.
　But that doesn't mean we can't be careful.
　Not all powerful demons use transference magic, and the possibility of being caught in a natural transference phenomenon is not zero.
　What came after the transference was a single gargoyle.
　It was an ugly-looking demon with large wings, and its skin was known to be as hard as stone.