It's getting deeper at night, and it's time for those who were having a party to start wrapping up, saying it's a hindrance to tomorrow's work.
　At a time when the dates were about to change, a man appeared under them... exactly at the bar where they were now waiting.
　From the looks of it, it would seem that the drunkard would have gone to the bar if he hadn't drunk enough.
　The man comes to the counter with what we call a staggered trot.
　However, the walking speed itself is faster than normal.
　At first glance, they seem to be moving unsteadily because they can't balance their legs.
　Then he clung to the counter and stopped moving, and he opened his mouth to the man in front of him.

"Ajas moved."

　The word is not a voice that a drunken man can utter.
　sharp and cool words
　However, the bar clerk who heard this nods without a sign of surprise at the man's words across the counter.
　No wonder. The man who pretends to be drunk in front of us is a colleague of the clerk... a member of the intelligence force.
　I was still in a position to say exactly that I was an apprentice, but there is no doubt that I belong to an intelligence unit.
　The clerk places a glass of water in front of such a man and goes straight to the back.
　Then he enters one room and nods softly to Dahl, who was there.
　When Dahl sees the nod, he tightens his expression.
　It's not the soft expression Ray had in front of him, it's the stern expression of an intelligence force.

"I'll let you know, Mr. Ray know. Please gather as much information as you can now."
"All right,"

　Dahl heads to the room...the room where the Reys are staying, watching the people in the room move around.

"Excuse me, Dahl," Would you mind a little?"

　When Dahl knocks on the room, he immediately hears a voice saying he can enter the room, and opens the door.
　The first thing Dahl saw when he entered the room was Bune sleeping with his hands on the table as a pillow.
　Next we're talking, Ray, Marina, Vihela.
　And Ilze who keeps silent.
　Entering the room, Dahl opens his mouth, drawing attention other than Bune.

"It looks like the ajas are moving."

　The moment Ilze was told so, he reacted violently.
　It's only natural that we can avenge our family.

"Did you leave the inn because you had moved?"
"Yes, but I still don't know where I'm going. But in view of the situation, perhaps..."
"Well, then, please give me more information. If they try to get out of Gillum with the woman they've taken away, they'll definitely stand out."
"Yes. I'm collecting information at the moment. So I'd like to ask Ray to prepare for something that might come out at any time."

　At Dahl's words, Ray and his colleagues nod.
　Vihela was beginning to wake up Bune, who was asleep.

"Well, I'll get the information together at once, and I'll excuse myself."

　As soon as Dahl sees the Ray's getting ready, he leaves the room.
　As Ray saw it off, he reasserted himself to the climax of the day.





"d*mn it, I'm not saying anything wrong... Why should I be so blamed?"

　a bar
　Melan was complaining over a drink in the bar, where the number of customers had dwindled.
　There are only melans on the table and no other guests around.
　There are still guests a short distance away, but no one nears the table where Mellan is sitting.
　It's a situation where you feel completely isolated.
　In fact, at first some people looked at her and talked to her, but she got drunk and got involved.
　I'm saying the right thing, but as an adventurer, the right thing is not everything.
　Quite a few of them are behaving in a manner that is almost as criminal as a crime.
　For that reason, there were not many people who could agree to Melan's legitimate opinion.
　Those who cared for her gradually moved away from the table, resulting in her drinking alone.
　Fortunately... or rather, in today's guillem, there is no need to worry about work due to the extension work.
　It's not impossible to pay for alcohol.
　But it's not a good situation for bars to have no customers around Melan.
　"However, the date was already changing, and it was about time for many guests to leave, so I thought it was unavoidable today, so I looked half resigned."

"Well... how I'm to blame..."

　While drunk, Melan stands up to pay the bill.
　After leaving the bar, Melan stopped when she tried to head to the inn.
　If you go back to the inn, you may meet Ilze.
　I recall what Ilze told me at the bar, and I can't move.
　I'm right. It's Ilze who's wrong.
　Even with that understanding, Melan, who had never been so blatantly described as flimsy in front of her, was deeply touched by words from Ilze's mouth.
　It's only early evening on Earth, even though it's time to change the date, but the vast majority of people in Elgin are already asleep at this time.
　Of course some are still making noise in entertainment districts and bars, but at least on the street where Mellan stands, there is only as much light as moonlight and starlight.
　In the midst of all this, there are some prostitutes waiting for customers.
　Basically, prostitutes work in brothels, but if they don't like to socialize with people or can't work in brothels for some reason, they sometimes look for customers in the streets of the city.
　Stopping in the aisle, Melan looked like a great customer for such prostitutes.
　He is still young and has good features.
　It's only natural that prostitutes want to be hugged by a well-featured partner if they're to be hugged by someone else.
　A prostitute in her twenties called out to Melan.

"Hey, honey. Would you like to hang out with me? I'll keep it cheap."

　The reason why it was unfortunate for the prostitute at this time was probably because she didn't know the character of Melan.
　And Melan, who usually doesn't even speak out against prostitutes, today was Ilze's attack... No, he was deeply damaged mentally by the verbal attack.
　As if to vent his anger, Melan blames prostitutes for selling themselves.
　Naturally, even prostitutes get angry when they say such things.
　Then the word becomes the word of sale, and the prostitute leaves.
　Melan watched the prostitute disappear in the alley, drunk and half-intelligent... and saw a prostitute walking in the alley suddenly blocked her mouth and forcibly taken away.
　The moment Melan sees the action, she steps into the alley.

"Wait!"

　Mellan's mind was already sober, perhaps because of the shocking sight.
　I screamed out into the alley, but... the sickness disappears from my head, but it never disappears from my remaining sickness never disappears.
　The first few steps were able to keep up with the momentum, but more than that, my legs got tangled and fell.
　Melan rolls on the ground as fast as she starts running.
　Then I found a man with a fainting woman on his shoulder and another looking at Mellan in wonder.

"...what is he going to do?"
"You're a man, aren't you? It's a woman who collects them, so there's no point in taking them with you."
"Oh, that's right. Would you kill me then?"

　a word that comes out plainlyIt was evident in the way the killer looked at Mellan that it was no threat.
　It's hard to resist someone who is trying to kill you in this drunken situation.
　Melan understood this and still tried to get up... but he was drinking more today than usual, even unable to walk properly.

(If I hadn't drunk this much!)

　I regret it when I see a man, but I have to deal with him somehow now.
　With that in mind, Melan was looking for a way out...

"Don't do me any favours in killing such a fellow." Plus, it's almost time for the deal. If possible, I want to secure some more women."
"Well, are you still going to collect it?" Isn't it about time you got it? You don't expect that much from us, do you?"
"Maybe so, but you'd better obey the orders from above as much as you can. That's in our interest, too."
"... well, I see. Then at least I'll get his weapon. That's all right, isn't it?"
"Oh, let the rest pass out. That would be the smell of alcohol. You look like you're in bed drunk."
"Well, then I'll make good use of your weapons." Good night, then."
"Wait!"

　Wait a minute!
　Mellan probably wanted to say so.
　But before he could say the word to the end, Melan would feel the shock of his pigeontail and pass out.
　The man who was looking at Melan, who had lost consciousness, asked the other man again.

"Are you sure you don't have to kill him? He looks like he's a troublesome guy."

　I muttered so because I saw a prostitute who was arguing with Mellan coming to help him, knowing that he was drunk.
　A strong sense of justice sometimes leads to more things than expected.
　The man asked me if I should have him here because I understood it, but... the other man shook his head.

"I don't want to cause any trouble today as much as possible. You know what will happen if the body of the fellow is found by the guard, while the others are moving?"
"Ah... I see. Is that why you faint and make him look drunk and asleep.
"Oh, the man who is being killed, the man who is drunk and sleeping. You don't have to think of which would be a disturbance to the guard?"
"... well, I suppose." But...

　He was convinced of the story, but when he saw that he still wanted to say something, the other man leaned his head.

"What's the matter?"
"No, I agree with your idea, but I wonder what others would think." Jars in particular has a lot of blood, doesn't he? He could cause trouble with the guards to gather women."

　The words remind him of the man's usual appearance.
　The man who was convinced of this nods immediately.

"Well, let's get women together as soon as possible before any unnecessary disturbances arise. for, in the event of a disturbance, the police will be tightened up."
"...as long as there is no prospect of adventurers, I thought.

　Unlike in the daytime, the patrols of Gilm are conducted only by guards.
　That's because, although the number of people going out in the middle of the night is overwhelmingly smaller than that of the day, a security guard who is used to dealing with it can pass it if he gets involved by someone who is drunk, but an adventurer can't rule out the possibility of a brawl.
　Of course, a security guard would not necessarily be able to calm down a drunken man who was causing a disturbance, but in terms of getting used to it, the security guard had the advantage of the day's experience.
　That's why men in the dark are more likely to be active at night.
　However, not many people go out at night, so if you move poorly, it's easy to be found by guards.
　At any rate, the two men decide that it is a waste of time to talk here any longer, and leave with the woman unconscious and the long sword taken from her.
　and half an hour after the men had left him... before long Melan wakes up.

"I... am in the city? What? Why..."

　"I woke up not to the bed of the inn, but to the city for some reason.
　It's also close to what should be called an alleyway.
　I wondered why I was sleeping in such a place, so I looked around...

"Slip!"

　groan at the sudden pain of one's body
　Ironically, however, the pain in her body reminds Melan of what happened here.
　The drunken self and the prostitute argued, and the prostitute went down this alley... before long he was attacked and knocked unconscious by two men.
　When I saw it, I thought of running to help myself, but when I was drunk, I couldn't do anything about it, and I lost consciousness.

"d*mn it,"

　They scurry for their weapons, but there's nothing around them.
　Knowing that he had been robbed, Melan had set out to recover the prostitute and her weapons, even though she was not yet completely sober.