"d*mn it! Why, why should we run away like a goblin?"

　With tears of frustration, the adventurer continues to run toward Gilm.
　Another adventurer running next to him... a man in his thirties who has more of a veteran than a man in his twenties who opens his mouth yells at him.

"Noisy! Now, just give priority to going back to Gilmoo! If you waste your energy here, you'll catch up!"

　Being a veteran, the man understood the badness of what was going on.
　Normally, a goblin is no match for an adventurer working on a guillem.
　But... that's just one or two of them.
　If you deal with five animals at the same time, you'll get hurt if you're careless.
　The more they do, the worse the injury they suffer...
　When dealing with more than a hundred goblins at once, it's hard for even Rank D or Rank C adventurers to survive.
　There is no problem in terms of pure ability, but as long as you are a living creature, there is a limit to your physical strength.
　And exhaustion will slow down the movement and ultimately make it harder to win even in Goblin.
　That's certain unless it's some exception... unfortunately, these two adventurers were not.
　As a result, the remaining comrades are told to inform them of the Goblin affair, and the two are heading to Gillum, leaving their comrades at the expense of their lord.
　It must have been a rather simple request to find Harpy's nest in a forest a short way off the road... but in fact, it was attacking me in danger of half-destroying the party.

"I saw it, Gilmoo!"

　We could see Gilm where they were based, a veteran man shouted, and a look of joy appeared on the other man's face...

"I'm sorry.

　I looked aside at the strange voice which I suddenly heard, and there was a man with an arrow growing from his forehead.
　A veteran adventurer would fly from behind... but it's not surprising that he could handle an arrow shot by a goblin.
　In fact, it's true that men also had that much ability.
　But... the emotional agitation of seeing so many goblins, the shame of running away from the goblin, the responsibility of having to take care of a young man at a party, and the reassurance of seeing Guillum.
　All of them were mixed together and... they couldn't avoid the arrows fired by the goblin archer who was chasing them from behind.
　In front of the man, the light disappears from the man's eyes, who had been encouraging me so far, and falls to the ground with the force that I ran.
　The man who stayed until the end couldn't stop looking at it.
　Because there were goblins chasing from behind.

"d*mn, d*mn, d*mn!"

　He screams out of frustration that he was the last one in the party... and that it was Goblin who killed anyone but himself.
　Luckily for the man, he would have been able to approach the highway by continuing to run.
　Then there are some adventurers on the road, and the Goblin pursuers, who confirm this, decide that further pursuit is dangerous and leave.
　...this would not be possible if it were a real goblin.
　The goblins attack the enemy in front of them, and if they lose, they run away without a hitch.
　That's how they can't measure their strength, and they attack the Gryphon without pretending to run away.
　However, once they are shown their power, they run away in all directions.
　To pull up a goblin halfway, judging it to be dangerous, is an event that can only be called abnormal.
　Some of the adventurers on the highway have noticed such a goblin.
　It's only natural that he was wary of a group of goblins after the man.
　Realizing that he was literally saved by a hair's breadth, the man, doubting the state of the goblin, sets foot on the road and runs towards Gilm.
　The man, who is the only survivor of the party, continues to run straight without notice of the people on the road looking at him saying something.
　When they arrive at the main gate of Gilmoo, they grab hold of the guards who are going through the process of entering the city.

"Listen!"
"Wow! What's wrong with you? ... Oh, the procedure is over, so you can go in."

　The guard, who had been in the process until a few seconds ago, turns to the man who grabbed him.

"Goblin, a group of goblins has appeared!"
"... a group of goblins?"

　If this wasn't Gilm... if it was not a frontier but an ordinary town, what would you have thought of as a goblin?
　But this is a remote guillem.
　When I hear of the appearance of a group of goblins, I can think of it.

"Who is leading you, the superior or the rare?"

　The look on the guard's face is quite different from what it was when he was doing the procedures for the other party who had just entered the guillem.
　You understand that there's so much danger going on.

"Probably a goblin leader. There were more than a hundred goblins."
"...a hundred?"

　The look on the guard's face softens a little when he hears it.
　Having heard of the appearance of a large group of goblins, he had anticipated a swarm of thousands or tens of thousands.
　Of course, even a goblin-sized monster is sufficiently threatening when it grows to about 100 monsters.
　That's what a skilled high-ranking adventurer could do, but it's a hopeless existence for low-ranking adventurers and peddlers.

(Well, it's a hundred animals, and as he said, it's a goblin leader. I'm glad the top or rare species appeared, not an oak.)

　Both goblins and oaks breed using human women.
　However, individual strength is very different.
　That's just one ordinary oak and a few goblins... and even a dozen or more if you're bad at it.
　Given the dimwits of the goblins, the gap can open up but never close.

(I think it's good to just be a leader.)

　Higher leadership individuals...that's the kind of generals who lead a thousand goblins, or goblin kings who lead a thousand goblins, sometimes knights and guards besides adventurers have to take off.
　The Oak King settlement, previously located not far from Gillum, was smaller in number, partly because of the small number of oaks in the settlement, but partly because goblin and oak originally had very different breeding power.
　Compared to Oakking, a unit commander-class goblin leader is within the reach of a certain number of adventurers.
　It may be difficult to do anything at a party, but it's not impossible, given the skill of the adventurers in Gilm.
　The report would have to be raised above, but the idea was that it would not be such a big problem.
　When the guard decides to do so, he checks the man's guild card and quickly completes the procedure.

"I'll let you know about the Goblin. But I think the guild will probably deal with it."
"I know! I tell you, I don't think you're just a goblin leader!"

　They must be in a great hurry. Spit it out briefly, and the man goes straight into the guillem.

"...Goblin, is it?" I hope it doesn't bother me."

　Goblin leaders do not appear frequently, but they are still not uncommon.
　But, for some reason, the guard had no choice but to have a bad hunch in his mind.
　Think we need to make sure that he's not just a goblin leader, as the man said.





"A group of goblins has appeared!"

　Entering the guild, the adventurer heads to the counter and tells the receptionist so.
　Fortunately, it's daytime now, not a guild-crowded time zone.
　This enabled the man to speak to the receptionist at once, without standing in line.

"A group of goblins!? How many are there?"

　Lenora, organizing the papers, asks the man in surprise.
　When I turned to the man, I realized that I knew him.
　He is still one of the young adventurers, Hester.
　A little while ago, he entered the flowing clouds of the Rank D party, and his name was beginning to be known as an up-and-coming adventurer.
　However, there is no atmosphere to call him up-and-coming.
　He seemed to have escaped for his life.

"More than a hundred. ... All but me."I see.
　Lenora understands why Hester is creating this atmosphere.
　This is what will happen if all the parties we entered are destroyed.
　Despite the pain in the man in front of her, Lenora, the Guild's receptionist, had to do her job.

"A hundred? So is it a goblin leader?"

　You'll answer yes to that remark. Lenora thought so, but Hester hesitated to nod.

"Mr. Hester?"
"No, I know that the leader of the goblins is the only one who leads a hundred goblins. But the goblins were strangely smart for that."
"Are you smart?"
"Oh, for example, when we were chasing, we realized it was dangerous because it was close to the road, and we cut it off halfway."
"That's..."

　Lenora also has a lot of knowledge about monsters, as long as she works as a receptionist in this guild.
　That would be better than a bad adventurer.
　I've never heard of a goblin acting so intelligently for Lenora.

"By any chance, a higher-ranking... a goblin general... but I still can't believe that he would act so intelligently."
"Renora, why don't we just report it to you now? If the goblin does that... if you don't do that, you could be a rare species of goblin leader."

　Kenny, listening next to Lenora, says so with a slightly serious look on his face.

"Well, you know. We don't know, but our elders... worst of all, guildmasters might know something."
"Yes. You've lived that long, so it's no wonder you know that much."
"...are there any thorns?"
"Is that so?"

　With that kind of interaction, Lenora stands up.
　Go straight down to the boss inside the counter and tell him what happened to Hector.

"I see. It's right to think of him as a goblin leader. But... I mean, that's why."

　Men in their fifties groan uncomfortably when they hear Lenora's explanation.
　From what we've heard, it's certain that a goblin leader has occurred.
　However, given the behavior of the goblins on the highway, it is far from a goblin leader's decision.

"Don't bother me a little. Is there any adventurer who is free and ready to move?"
"Even if you say so..."

　Now that it's daytime, most adventurers are out to handle their requests.
　There are adventurers in bars, but only those who are taking a break from the party or today.
　There are a few adventurers on the side of the request board who are about to accept requests, but most of them are not that good.
　This is the real crisis...if Gillum is to be annihilated, it is possible to summon skilled adventurers around the city, but with a goblin leader and a herd of a hundred goblins, it is not that important, it is impossible.
　Fortunately or unfortunately, this guillem is a remote area, and there are many skilled adventurers.
　That's enough to make you think you'll find it after a few minutes out of the guild.

(Well, it might be difficult because most adventurers are on request now.)

　Unless it's that urgent, in the worst case, you have to ask the adventurer who came back after finishing his request in the evening to investigate.
　Lenora thought so, but just as I was about to say it... I heard a familiar voice coming from the counter.

"Oh, Ray! I heard you went to Solrain, but you're back!"

　Friends... no, Lenora thanked Heaven for his leadership at the sound of bad friends.