Adria, who is led down the high street by security guards, is apparently quiet as if she had already given up.
　The guards on the left and right were holding their arms tightly, and there were guards on the front and back, keeping a sharp lookout so they wouldn't run away.
　If he were to escape in this situation, it would be such a tight haul that Adriatic would have to do something about it from the outside.
　In fact, the guards who were taking Adriatic to the station were wary of Adriatic movements and of the surrounding situation.
　Watching both inside and outside could be distracting, but having served as a guard on the frontier of Gilm, where many adventurers, including high-ranking adventurers, had naturally experienced this kind of situation several times before, and had taken Adriatic to his station in an accustomed manner.

(I think it's about time for the crimson and princess generals to leave.)

　Adria murmurs inwardly, confirming her surroundings only by her eyes, without moving her face.
　There was no serious expression on his face, and he seemed to enjoy the situation.
　The eye movement itself is a skilled way of looking around, keeping out of sight by the guard holding his arms.
　At first glance, the move seemed a necessary skill for robbers, not warriors, but it was a skill that was more than necessary for warriors not to let their opponents read their own eyes.
　Adria, who had been checking the surroundings with such a move, takes action when she determines that she is well away from Ray and Elena.

"Do you have a moment?"

　Adriatic, speaking lightly, the guard holding his right arm opens his mouth cautiously.

"I beg your pardon, but I'm not going to listen to your demands. If you have anything to do with it, please wait until you get to the station."
"No, no, that's not what I mean. I just wanted to ask you something. Now that you have taken me so quietly, may I speak to you for a moment?"

　The guard immediately thought of dismissing Adriatic's words, but he had learned from his previous experience that he could get important clues from casual conversations.
　That's why she speaks, alarmed by Adria's movements.

"I only listen to it until the station."
"Hey!"

　The man holding on to Adriatic's left arm screams sharply at the words of the guard holding on to Adriatic arm.
　However, the man holding the right arm glances at the guard holding the left arm and opens his mouth to Adriatic.

"And what do you want to hear?"

　The guard warns Adria not to move strangely and asks her, as if she would never let go of her arm when something happens, but Adria even smiles and opens her mouth.

"I'm holding my arms like this. How soft is it as a woman? Is it attractive? For example, it makes me want to sneak into my bedroom at night."
"...what?"

　For a moment, the guard's mouth utters a stupid voice, not knowing what he said.
　It's only natural. I never expected you to say this in this situation.
　If this had been said by a prostitute, dancer, or a woman proud of her charms, she would have reacted with some surprise.
　Adria, however, was in the opposite position to the glamour of women.
　I couldn't say exactly how my leather armour looks, but I still had that kind of figure that I could only recognize as a woman by looking at it up close.
　Still, my hair is cut very short, perhaps because it's a hindrance to my movement.
　I don't expect such a person to give me a woman's opinion, and not only the guards who were talking to Adriatic, but also the guards who were surrounding me were dumbfounded for a moment.
　The momentary break is what Adriatic wanted.
　an even more precious moment than silver or gold
　It was only for a moment that the guards were dumbfounded. There was no doubt about it, but for Adriatic, the moment was perfectly fine.
　The first thing I did was to deal with the guards who were holding my right arm.
　However, it doesn't mean I'll kill you when I say it's disposal.
　Relax your body and move your arms to match the movements of the guard holding your right arm.
　Feeling the move, the guard reflexively concentrated on Adriatic's arm... the next moment he was used the move the other way around, and the man holding the right arm fell from himself to the ground.

"What!"

　When his comrades suddenly fall to the ground, the guard holding his left arm tries to press him to the ground, but when he thinks of a slight impact on his chin, the guard also falls to the ground.
　And when the guards before and after Adriatic tried to move, Adriatic had already taken a crystal ball the size of a finger tip from his pocket, cast a magical force on it, and struck it to the ground.
　The moment the crystal ball is destroyed, smoke overflows.
　Smoke that envelops the surrounding area is of course not just smoke, as it is a magic item created by Zubos.
　As long as the smoke was produced by magic, it was only natural that the smoke contained magic.
　It wasn't that much of a magical power, but it was such a magical power that a wizard could easily produce, but magic is still magic.
　If any of the guards could sense the magic, it would have been impossible to find Adria at once.
　Furthermore, with smoke covering the surrounding area, it was not only the guards who suffered the damage.
　It's evening, and many people are walking around the city, and they are naturally affected by smoke.
　This might have been possible for adventurers, mercenaries or soldiers who were accustomed to rough situations to some extent, but there were many residents of Guilm who had nothing to do with rough situations in the city.
　It was only natural that such people would make a fuss, and the surroundings were completely panicked.
　Adria runs seamlessly through those people.
　With smoke making it difficult to distinguish the view around them, people wrapped in smoke could only feel that something might have passed.

(Now that I've been found here, you won't be able to go back to your father's shop, will you?) If that's the case, both my father and my husband should have left the shop by now. I've told you about the meeting place before, so I'm sure you'll be able to get there without any problems... but I hope the crimson ones don't step in before I get out of the shop.)

　I'm tired of thinking about the meeting place, but I still feel like putting up with the pleasures that I'll be waiting for.

(I've got this much motivation, so it doesn't pay if you don't let me have a little more fun.) and they might be able to enjoy themselves over there.)

　Recalling the joys of joining the crowd, Adrias continues to run through a smoke-filled section.
　In addition, a block of smoke wrapped in Adria's hand only regains its composure after a few minutes when the smoke disappears cleanly.
　And no one here noticed that Adria, who had been following her since she was handed over to the guard, had followed her away from the smoke.





　Ray and Sett, who gave Adria to the guards, and Elena and one of them were coming in front of a shop selling magic items.
　It shows Viehra, Bune and Azimov watching to keep someone out of the shop.
　Vichela opens her eyes wide at the sudden appearance of Elena, and Bune reveals her surprise, albeit somewhat, which is unusual for her usual expressionlessness. Azimov was simply stunned by Elena's beauty.

"It's been a long time, Vihela," I'm glad that Bune is as well as ever."
"Oh, you've had a couple of conversations with each other. I don't think it's been a long time since I thought about it."
"It's different to meet in person with a pair of oves."

　a smiley exchange
　Elena and Vichela, who have the beauty to say that no one can be more beautiful than them, bring a gorgeous atmosphere to the people around them as if they were blooming in a big circle, even though this is a back alley.
　The person who feels it the most is Azimov.
　She was usually less interested in women, and although her research was more important than women's and she only occasionally went to brothels, she is now fascinated by Elena and Vihela.
　With Vihela alone, Azimov felt something, but he hardly pretended to show it.
　But the moment Elena joins them, they lose their consciousness as if synergies had occurred, and they can't take their eyes off them.
　Seeing Azimov, Elena turns to Ray for an explanation of who this person is.
　I guess the gesture was natural because he was the only one I didn'
　Looking at Elena, Ray opens his mouth to Azimov.

"This is Azimov. I'm an alchemist, and I'm getting a little help in this matter."
"Well, then, thank you very much. I am Elena."
"Ah, oh,"

　All Azimov could say was a somewhat pointless reply, as Elena caught his eye.

　Although Azimov was basically ignorant of the world and didn't even know the nickname Ray's crimson, he still knew the nickname Hime Shogun.
　Ordinarily, he heard the name Elena, and by looking at her appearance he might have known that General Hime was in front of him, but Azimov could not understand that.
　After such a greeting with Azimov, Elena turns to the shops that Vihela and Bune had seen.
　Then he frowns on the bones of the goblin hung by the door, and opens his mouth with a fine, unpleasant eyebrow.

"The skull of a goblin?" It's a bad taste.""They sell magic items, so that's probably the relationship. "And did anyone come out of the shop?"

　Vihela shakes her head in response to Ray's question.

"I asked Bune to look into it just in case there might be a back door, but this is the only entrance I heard."
"Well, I wonder what's inside, then?" I wish there would be an alchemist about it."

　As long as there is a woman involved in the alchemist, I hope she has some clues.
　With that in mind, Ray opens the shop door.
　The eyes of the goblin skull beside the door shone for a moment, but the light was so misguided by the sunset that no one noticed.

"...nobody,"

　Ray peeps into the store and tells me.
　The tone is so mixed with doubts and mistrust.
　The woman... since Adria came out of this shop, there must have been a shopkeeper in this shop where Ray had met before.
　However, when I looked around the shop like this, there was no one in sight or even a hint.

"You kept a good eye on this door, didn't you?"

　Vishela and Bune nod back to Ray asking him to confirm.
　Of course Ray doesn't seriously think he missed the shopkeeper sneaking out of the door.
　That was just a question for confirmation.
　Viehla and Bune both nodded quickly because they knew it.

"Then I can only imagine that there is a way out of the way that no one knows."
"But at least there's no hidden door on the wall of this building, for Bune has looked it up, I'm sure."
"Well, I can't think of a hidden door that I can't find in Bune,"

　Ray also trusts Bune's skill.
　She had been diving solo into the dungeon until she joined Vichela.
　As a thief, there is no doubt that he has a certain skill.
　If there were hidden doors that Bune couldn't find, it would be something that Ray couldn't find anymore.

(You might be able to find Seto's five senses)

　Thinking of his partner, Ray points to the ceiling and asks Bune.

"Did you check not only the wall but also the top?"
"Yes,"

　Bune replies briefly, as if to take it for granted.
　Given that it is a one-story building, it is not difficult to climb up to the roof if you are as competent as Bune.

"The wall is no good, and the top is no good." If there is no magic team to use the metastatic stone... this is probably the only place left."

　Ray would kick the floor lightly and show everyone that it was here that had a hidden door or an escape entrance.