The sun sets and the surroundings are enveloped in darkness.
　In the meantime, the fire kept the light outside the forest.
　If this is a routine request, we'll talk to each other until a certain amount of time, and then we'll leave a lookout and sleep.
　But the face here is different.
　From now on, rather than during the day, the full‐scale investigation will begin at night.

"...I've heard about it. Are you sure you're coming? You went into the forest during the day, but you didn't see any monsters at all, did you?"

　One of the adventurers muttered as he gazed at the forest of Trent in the face of a bonfire.
　Clouds float in the night sky, completely covering the moon.
　There were few clouds during the day, and warm sunlight fell from the sun.
　Despite the spring weather, there was something fishy about the sky now that night has come.

(It might feel all the more so to be near the forest of Trent.)

　Another adventurer near the disgruntled adventurer looks around, muttering inwardly.
　A short distance from the forest, there are now several bonfires.
　Each of them is gathering in a party unit or a team unit that has acted during the day and is on a bonfire.
　The number of bonfires will inevitably increase because of the number of people in the number of bonfires will increase.
　At first, there was an opinion that a huge bonfire should be lit, but the situation turned out to be the present situation because of the question of whether the fire could be put out immediately in case of emergency.

"Well, what do you think, to be honest? I don't trust you very much."

　The adventurer, dissatisfied with the forest of Trent, once again asks the man he was set up with, if he didn't like the man he was talking to kept silent.
　This team has six alchemists and five adventurers.
　Exactly, two and three adventurers are working together.
　Of these, the alchemists are not here to exchange views with other researchers, and some of the adventurers are not here to exchange information.
　As a result, one of the two parties here was left here.
　The adventurer spoken to opens his mouth with a touch of annoyance.

"I don't care what you think," Given that there are people who have actually been attacked, it's certain that there are enemies. -- well, it's not always there."

　I don't really think so, but the moment I say that there is an enemy, I feel the man in a bad mood, and I hasten to add.
　The grumpy-looking man, perhaps feeling a little better, speaks again, gazing into the woods of Trent.

"...do as you please, in a habit of knowing nothing."

　A short distance away from them, Slasha mutters her anger after hearing the conversation.
　If there is nothing wrong with the forest of Trent, then what have you... and what have you been attacked by?
　Slasha becomes uncomfortable because she is the one who is actually attacked.

"Calm down. ... Here, drink this."

　Reno, who was sitting next to him, gave him a glass.
　What's inside is tea.
　However, as long as the tea is drunk in such a place, it is not made from tea leaves.
　It is a small pot placed on a bonfire with tea leaves in it.
　The tea seems very unacceptable to those who really enjoy tea or tea…but it was still a common way for adventurers to enjoy tea to the full.
　It is true that more people prefer alcohol than tea or tea.

"Thank you,"

　Slasha drinks the tea she received, but she still doesn't completely contain the anger she has felt towards the two of them a little further away.

"Calm down. If you put so much effort into it now, you won't be able to show your strength at times."

　One of the adventurers on the same team calls out to Slasha.
　Slaisha is the lowest ranked among them.
　It's only natural that they don't have the rank to participate in this survey.
　That's why other adventurers are also looking out for Slasha.
　Of course, it was definitely influenced by Slasha being still a young woman.
　If this had been a cheeky man in Slasha's shoes, that would have been noticed in a different way by other adventurers.
　...however, it would be difficult if such a person could have bowed to him and acted with him.

"I know," I know... but I can't help but...

　I guess he calmed down a little after being approached. Slaisha mutters over a cup of tea.

"There are idiots like that everywhere. People who can't see reality as reality, people who think their common sense is absolute. I can't say that he's suited for adventurers."
"Oh, my God!"

　You might have heard an adventurer talking to Slasha.
　An adventurer who had just said that there were no monsters in the forest of Trent screams at the sight of the Slays.
　Having heard the conversation over there, it must have been well conceived to hear the Slays.

"Calm down, you know, you stand out. Don't you know what happens if you stand out in such a place?"

　Semi-provocatively, the adventurer who was encouraging Slasha.
　But even though the tone is provocative, what you're saying is not wrong.
　If a problem arises in the middle of making a request, it will be considered a problem in the guild.
　What's more, this request is directly from the guild.
　There is a good chance it will also affect the assessment of the rank-up.
　Even the ranting adventurer may know about it.
　But for a man with a bloodshot nature, it was better to do something about the person who provoked him now."
　I stood up and tried to walk towards the bonfire where Loono and Slaisha were located. . . .

"Ugh!"

　Suddenly my neck aches and I stop moving.
　Did someone from the same team do something?
　With that in mind, he glared uncomfortably at me, but there was a man's face in amazement.
　At the very least, the man who determines that the man didn't do anything to him tries to remove something that strangled him.
　But it's so tightly entangled around the neck that you can't put your fingers in between.
　With a knife or something, the man is suddenly pulled back.
　It was also a very strong force, and it was hard for the man to keep his feet.

"d*mn!"

　Pulling the long sword from the waist sheath almost reflexively, it flashes unseen.
　From the feeling that comes back through the blade, I realize that the one I cut was of a certain thickness.
　It's been a few seconds since I decided something had wrapped around my neck.
　The accuracy of judgment around here may be the reason why the man was able to participate in this rank‐limited request.

"An enemy attack! An enemy attack! A monster is coming out of the forest of Trent!"

　As he watched the series of movements, Reno exclaimed, most of the people around him had already pulled out their weapons and were ready to respond.
　The strangled man turns to the forest with his long sword in his hand.
　Then the man finally learns the true identity of his strangulation.
　That's ivy.
　However, even though he was cut off in the middle of the battle, he is still snaking on the ground like a snake.

"d*mn it!"

　A man forcibly removes ivy, which was still wrapped around his neck, regardless of whether the skin of his neck was scratched by his nails.

"Dangerous!"

　The man who hits the ground with the remains of the ivy wrapped around his neck immediately jumps away with his voice.
　This kind of judgment is instantaneous, so even if it's short-tempered and quick-tempered, it's probably proof that they have the ability to accept this request.At any rate, something falls where the man had been for a moment.

"What!"

　He looked at the sky screaming, and what he saw was... a huge flower that stood higher than the tree in which it grew.
　If Ray had seen the flower, he would probably have shouted, 'Mukahoi!'
　In fact, the flowers closely resembled mukahoi.
　But naturally, there are many differences.
　In the first place, Muko-aoi is not as huge as this.
　What adventurers are looking at now is about 10 meters tall and the flowers are over 3 meters in diameter.
　And there was a seed in the flower... that seed was something that had just fallen.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Before you knew it, you didn't have such flowers during the day!"

　If it's too late to avoid a few moments, the man who would have hit the spot screams impatiently.
　What the power of a species is and what happens when it is planted... with that in mind, it is generally predictable how dangerous the species is.

"There's another one!"

　As one of the adventurers screams, Trent appears as he sews his way through the trees.
　The number of Trents was considerably high for this forest, which was named Trent's Trents.
　Moreover, many ivy trees, like the strangulation of a man, have sprung up from the woods, as if they were sewing among them.

"Look! Trees are growing rapidly from the ground!"

　Another adventurer cried, and as the adventurers around him instantly looked at the ground, the trees were growing at a rate as fast as they could see from the ground.
　an unusual but unthinkable rate of growth
　The sight of Trent's forest spreading at such a rate.
　But, albeit surprisingly, what adventurers here need to do now is not observe the forest of Trent, but deal with the various monsters that come out of the forest of Trent.
　...however, leaving the adventurers alone, the researchers are each consolidating and observing the forest of Trent with interest.

"Behold, growing at this rate means that you must be using the magic that is flowing to the earth."
"I understand that, but what about that monster?"
"Isn't that a huge flower that's shedding that seed? Isn't it growing to that extent with the magic that's flowing to the earth?"
"Well... but the magic power of a forest of this size? Well, at first it will work out, but won't it still dry up?"
"...for any other reason than magic?"
"Now that you mention it, some adventurous parties are missing here, aren't they?"
"I think it's a bit difficult considering the number of people".

　Adventurers are frustrated by researchers who engage in such conversations while they are fighting.
　Some people, especially those who remain here to guard the researchers and are not involved in the battle, wonder what to talk about….
　However, given the true nature of the researchers, it would be honest to say that each of them wants to go to a place of interest and take action such as observation and sampling.
　It's safe to say that we're cooperative enough because we're putting up with it and making it easier for adventurers to guard.
　...whether or not the bodyguard approves it.
　As the adventurers of the escort struggle or feel frustrated, the war gradually turns to the adventurers.
　because adventurers from some distance are coming to escort.
　Originally, this request is limited in rank, and the participating adventurers have relatively high ability.
　That being the case, monsters coming out of the woods, including Trent, have nothing to fear or surprise.
　Even one monster of the size of Trent would be equal... no, most of them would be able to compete more than equal.

"Come on! If our auxiliaries come at this rate, there is no doubt that we will win!"

　One of the adventurers screams, destroying Trent's torso with a hammer.
　Other adventurers take it for granted.
　But... one adventurer shouts to block it.

"We have high military strength, but we don't know how much military strength our enemies have! We should act with a view to endurance, not a short-term battle here!"

　Shouting, the man wields a cane with a spell.
　What was released was a needle made of stone.
　More than thirty stone needles pierce Trents emerging from the woods and ivy crawling like snakes.
　He is a wizard famous for his specialty in earth magic.
　The way he slaughtered the enemy with a magic trick that is low in magical power can be said to be a skilled wizard.
　At the wizard's cry, the adventurer, who just shouted something powerful, screams grumpily.

"If you're blown cowardly, back down!"
"...what do you think?"

　With the cry, a shadow passed by the man who screamed wields a huge weapon.
　That alone cut Trent off his torso and crumbled to the ground under his own weight.

"I don't think it's wrong to preserve strength rather than a short battle, given the unnatural nature of the forest.

　A huge weapon... he muttered, carrying his death-size on his shoulder.