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<"Urgent order to take down the bandits."

Requested by: Representatives of each organization

Reward: 30 gold coins (with a top-up reward)

Location: In the mountains near Farren (hiding place unknown)

The request: To take out bandits attacking merchants and travelers on Farren Road and in the suburbs. If it is difficult to defeat them, gather information on their hideout, number of members, and armament types.

We think there are about 20 bandits in the bandit group, but we don't know the exact number or where they are hiding. In the defeat, we do not care if the bandits are alive or dead. Please secure as much evidence of their defeat as possible, but please put your own life first.

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Now, this is where the merchants were last attacked.

"He was attacked two days ago. He managed to escape with only minor injuries by abandoning his cargo. Two of his guards, the adventurers, lost their lives, though.

After receiving the request from Shazar, Virum and the others immediately bought the minimum amount of supplies and left, despite the fact that they had just returned from work.

The sun was beginning to set when they reached the place where the last sighting was reported, but Vilm and the others showed no signs of fatigue.

The bandits are likely to be resting in their hiding place after the success of this raid. Let's get this over with tonight.

'But how do we find the bandits? There's no way to find it in a mountain of information, you know?

Miselio's doubts are also valid.

Even if you are able to search for signs of the surroundings, it would be difficult to find the bandits in the wide mountains in a short time.

You can't worry about that. I'll summon a reassuring ally from now on.

The three of them distance themselves slightly as they realize what Virum is trying to do.

O white souled one...

A near-transparent white magical power flows out of Wyrm's body.

I, I seek you, I seek you (from the earth).

White magic begins to swirl and flow around Virum.



It became a whirlwind of dust.

Return the enemy to the dust...

It grew as it took in the wind around it.

''Advent ''

The white magic that turned into a giant tornado blows up all at once and begins to converge while moving erratically.

"The wind disappeared as it popped off with a "pashin'".

At the center of it all stood a petite little girl.

Her skin was clear and white like Alpinot, and her hair was thin and flowing and shiny white.

Her eyes sparkled like emeralds, and the ears that stood on her head and her bushy, wagging tail further accentuated her cuteness.

The soft animal hair on her arms and legs is all over the place, and the slightest hint of hiding is a sharp claw that gives the exact opposite impression of her atmosphere.

''Brother Vee...!''

The moment the young girl's gaze catches Virum's, she disappears with a "huppah" sound.

''What?''

Ah!

Gone?

The three of them were upset when they failed to catch the little girl's movements.

The little girl in question was dressed as a piggyback by Virum and was rubbing her cheek against him.

It's been a long time since I've seen you, Suu, brother Vee, and the smell and feel of you. I'm not sure what to do. Sue, ha. Definitely the real thing.

Huu, long time no see. You don't smell like sweat after work, do you?

"...but it's better.

Apparently, he has a severe odor fetish.

"Um...

Huh...

"Oh...

The three of them are dismayed to see the strange behavior of the summoned little girl.

Virum, who noticed this, begins to introduce the piggybacked little girl by patting her head over his shoulder.

''None of the three of you have ever met. This child is Fumil. He is a wolf spirit animal that controls the wind. As you can see, she's a spoiled brat, and my sisters and I treat her like a little sister. Be good to her. ...Huu?

'Hm. Huu is a Huumil. I've heard about you three from my sisters. No one will ever take over Brother Vi's sisterhood.

Hmph, Master Fumil, I presume. My name is Meldina. It's a pleasure to meet you.

This is Cunnalia. Hi, nice to meet you.

It's Miselio! Be good to each other, Huu!

Fumil does not move away from Virum, even though he is encouraged by Virum to introduce himself.

Both Meldina and Cunaria are in such a state, yet they are pressured by the intimidation that emanates from her.

''Hmm, you two are stiff. It's fine to be a poof, like Miselio. If brother Vee approves, then Fuu approves.''

"Oh, just call me Mio then! Meldina is usually too reserved. They still call me "genie-sama". It's a good idea to call me Mio, because I don't know who the genie is, and I would like you to call me Mio.

Miselio's unreserved attitude towards everyone is probably a strength as well as a weakness.

''Hmm, nice to meet you, all three of you.

Just as Hoomil's greeting was over, Vilm cut to the chase.

''Well, when the introductions are over, Huu. I have a favor to ask you, okay?

"Hmm, I'll do whatever Brother Vi asks of me.

'You're happy to be relied upon,' said Hoomil, his ears and tail busily twitching.

'Thanks for the help. I heard there was a fight between humans here two days ago, can you trace the scent of blood?

"...

The moment he heard the request from Wyrm, the expression slipped from Fumir's face.

''Oh no... Even though I'm full of Brother Vee's smell and happy...''

As soon as he mumbles, Foumill collapses from his knees and is in the very ORZ (despair) position.

''Uh... I'm sorry, Huu. I won't ask you to force yourself if you don't want to, so don't be so depressed.

He is visibly upset, which is unusual for Virum these days.

After all, since he's called his brother, is he naive to his sister?

''Ugh..., I want to be useful to brother Vee, so I'll do my best. But if you can do it right, I want you to mark the scent of Brother Vi's scent on it...

'Uh... okay. If that's okay with Hoo, I'll do it.

'? I'll do my best! Promise!

Húmir's eyes lit up and motivated as soon as the request was passed.

Immediately, he sniffed out the remnants of blood heading in a different direction from Farren's and crotched on Virum's shoulder, pointing in the direction of the scent.

'That way. Maybe thirty-two. None of them have washed up. It stinks.'

The three of them, other than Virum, were surprised by Foumir's prediction of not only the direction the bandits were in, but also the number of people, but they were somehow convinced by the fact that they were spirit beasts (Virum's family).

After looking at each other's faces and nodding to each other, Virum and the others started to run in the direction that Foomir had indicated.