"... Hey, stop it. I tried to break the mud wall, but I couldn't. On the contrary, I couldn't get rid of the garbage with useless red cloth. Besides, I lost sight of a hired guy called Grande?"

　The calm remark stiffens the man who brought the report with tension and fear.
　If you don't say something, you don't know what your boss will do.
　But at the same time, if you say something bad, it could end badly.

"Hey, hey. If you're so useless, there's no point in using you, is there? That's what I can do to change you to a different one? Of course, I need you to be punished accordingly."
"Wait a minute!"

　I have to say something, but I can't say anything bad.
　He thought so, but at this rate he would definitely face punishment and would speak in a hurry.
　As someone who once saw a colleague peel off all his fingernails as punishment for the man in front of him, I never wanted to be punished.

"What? Do you have anything to say?"
"Yes, let's see...."

　I interrupted him in a casual way, but I didn't talk because I had something to say.
　While I didn't like it as it was, I felt my boss's eyes gradually sharpened... I suddenly remembered that there was only one thing to talk about here.

"In relation to the building owned by the Viscount Cobbs, it is now under surveillance by Guillum's guards."
"... oh,"

　The sharp gaze softens a little.
　It's clear, however, that that's not enough to help.
　The question was how to get the boss interested in the situation...and bring the story to his advantage.

"That's what happened yesterday, today, and I think it's probably from Grande that the information was leaked. There were about a dozen people who used that place to give instructions, but the most suspicious thing is..."
"Grange, you are a pretty good person, especially good at covert activities... you know? I remember receiving reports before that you were pretty good at it, but you betrayed us so easily. Or didn't you think of selling us just by focusing on your arms?"
"That's... I'm sorry, but I don't know, but the guards don't realize that we're on guard. If you take advantage of that, you can do some damage to them."

　with a pinch
　The boss's man pauses for a moment when he says he'll be harmed by guards.
　Then, with a smile on his face, he doesn't say anything, but just looks at him and urges him to move on.

"Gillum's guards are well known as elite... well, they often deal with adventurers in Gillum, so of course they do... that's why it's not easy to replenish."
"Well, I suppose so. ... To be honest, Gilm's guards are among the best in the kingdom of Milliana."

　There is no doubt about it.
　Guillum's guards, which are packed with skilled adventurers, are undoubtedly one or two levels stronger than those in other cities, villages, and cities.
　Reducing the number of guards is not part of a man's job.
　But if it turns out to be beneficial to the man and to the people behind him, what his subordinates said was worth listening to.
　While the irritation I've had so far seems to have subsided a little, I think of a force that I can move now.

(There must have been some leeway for the remnants of the red cloth. I've reserved them for poor soul quality, but they'll be enough for a disposable soldier.)

　In the boss's mind, a piece that can be used as a military force is calculated immediately.
　Other than red cloth, there are so-called war potentials, but we have decided that it is no longer time to use them.
　That's why I was the first to think of using the right red cloths as disposable weapons to be disposed of.
　Damage to Gillum's guards was in line with the men's purpose, but that doesn't mean they should do it until they exhaust their original military strength.
　Above all, as Gilmoo's guards are strong, there is no doubt that their military might be exhausted if they do so.

(However, if you let the guards catch the red cloth, this information could be leaked. ... Well, that garbage knows very little about this information, so I can't say that there's no problem with that, but I'll be careful, and I'll get rid of it if I can't use it.)

　When he quickly gathers his thoughts in his head, he opens his mouth to his men who manage to keep their anxieties from expressing themselves.

"All right. Do as you like. There must still be some red cloth left to fight with, so use it."

　There were some, not some.
　It was clear from the words what the man regarded red cloth as.
　However, my subordinates didn't care at all about how Akafu was treated, and on the contrary, I didn't want to say something and the anger of my boss was directed at me.
　In that case, there is no problem with using red cloth as a disposable military force.
　Most importantly, the boss's opinion that he had only inferior souls that could not be used for ceremonies was the same for his subordinates.
　If you think about the trouble of arranging drinks and meals for such a person every day, it would be less troublesome to have them disappear immediately.

"Yes, I'll do that. ... If I could use the collar of a slave, I wouldn't have to worry about information leakage."
"Don't be silly. Slave collar is quite well managed. Of course, if you want to get it, you can do it. It's too good to use it as a red cloth."

　For the boss, the collar of a slave was more valuable than those in complete red cloth.
　We can't afford to waste money like that here... but it's a great disadvantage to lose the collar of slaves at the same time as the red cloths.
　Originally, he accepted his subordinates' suggestions with the idea that while disposing of useless garbage such as red cloth, he could inflict even a little damage on the guards.
　Men don't have the option of disposing of their own expensive slave collar to do so.

"Well, that's right now."

　When his men say so, they rush out of the room.
　I understood that even though I felt a little better, my boss was still dissatisfied with the situation.
　That's why I wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible where I could be in the room with my boss for some reason.
　Above all, the boss is as strong as he is, and his subordinates understand it.
　If the boss wants to kill himself on some whim, he's definitely dead without knowing anything.
　...however, considering his superior's character, it would be no mistake to be killed without his knowledge.

"Hmm,"

　The man snorts at the sight of his men leaving the room in a hurry.
　Naturally, men understand what their subordinates were thinking.
　I understand... that makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but I won't do anything with that.
　For us today, there are not many pieces of hand that we can use.
　Reducing it for no particular reason was an impossible option for a man.
　...in other words, if there is a reason, he will do such a thing.

"I don't know how much damage can be done to Gilm's guards when the red cloth moves? Well, it's better than not."

　muttering, frustrated by the fact that things didn't go the way he wanted... he reached for a glass of wine on the table.





"Everyone, line it up! If you interrupt, it's soupless!"

　the demolition of the gigant turtleneck taking place right next to the guillem
　It's lunchtime at the scene... ...where Ray was serving the soup he had bought in the dining room.
　It's not Ray who's handing out the soup, it's Guild staff.
　Ray provided the soup and didn't bring the dishes...many had soup in cups, but for those who didn't even bring it, Ray put soup in a cheap cup he bought at a nearby shop.(That would be quite convenient if there were paper cups or something like that... how do you make paper cups? Do you just have to stack many sheets of paper thick?)

　With that in mind, Ray also drinks his own assorted soup a little further away.
　Paper cups were commonly used in Japan.
　But if you're asked if you know how to make it, the answer is no.
　That's why you can use things like TV, but you can't even understand the structure.

"It's delicious, isn't it?"

　Vichela muttered deeply, having been drinking soup with Ray.
　The reason why his face is in a good mood is probably because of the morning battle with snow monkeys.
　Although lower than Snow Cyclops, the snow monkey who cooperates well with his friends seems to have been a satisfactory partner for Vihela.

"Yes,"

　Bune also mumbled in Viehla's words and drank the soup.
　The soup, full of ingredients, is probably even more delicious because you work in the cold.
　In fact, I'm not shivering with cold because I've been fighting against the Cobold and dismantling the Giant Turtle.
　Some of the workers are even sweating.
　...and it's actually guild workers who are shivering with cold.
　Guild officials instructed the disassemblers to watch for materials and meat, or to inform the guards of the approaching monsters, but they did not actually move.
　That's why it doesn't warm up, it stays cold.
　I've just brought some heating magic items, but I can't warm my whole body, though not quite.
　The reason why they don't complain and distribute soup to the working people is probably because they are proud to be guild workers.

(If we run out of soup, we might as well pass him another.)

　Looking at the guild staff serving the soup, Ray thinks about which soup to serve.
　Ray and Seto had been looking around and shopping, but, of course, the soup was not only distributed by the guild staff, but also purchased many more.

"Hey, Ray. Did you make any progress in the morning?"

　While eating soup, Vihela asks Ray.
　It would have been easy to predict that Ray's appearance had made no particular progress.
　Still, what I dared to ask Ray was that something might have really happened.
　...and it was denied that Ray shook his head.

"There hasn't been any particular progress. If there's any progress, they'll have contacted us through the guild. If there isn't, we can't expect that."
"I thought so. ... But what are you going to do in the afternoon? Do you want to go see the mud wall again?"
"Oh... no. I'm going to go look for emails with Marina. It's troublesome to go to see the mud wall every time, and I'm going to use spirit magic to let you know if there's anything wrong with the mud wall."

　Both Vihela and Bune nod in agreement to Ray's words.
　Given that we eat at Marina's house almost every day, we understand how substandard Marina's spiritual magic is.
　Marina thought it would be easy for her to do exactly what Ray had told her to be easy.