"Ten!　Pee-pee!　I'm going up!

　Barrier Reef was enjoying a sightseeing tour of the royal capital, shaking off his pursuers who called themselves guards.
　He wandered around the city, stopping at interesting stores, looking for food and crafts unique to the kingdom, and even though he was alone, he was bustling with activity and buying things with gusto, making everyone he went to smile.

　It would be a lie to say that he doesn't have any intentions of getting people to like him in the capital, but he keeps his alias, and more importantly, he doesn't dress like a prince.
　It would be hard to imagine such a noisy royal retreat, but even so, his identity as a prince had not been exposed.

　He had an innate charisma, I guess you could call it, and he was that kind of person even in his hometown.
　He played and had fun as much as he wanted, and everyone laughed because of his enthusiasm.

　That is the charm and essence of the Barrier Reef.

　In fact, even though my stomach was full from all the food I had eaten, my hands were still full from all the freebies I had received.

"Geez, that old lady in the capital, she's so violent with her freebies!

　Laughing with amusement, Barrier Reef strode about with several yakitori skewers clutched between the fingers of both hands. It was like a claw.

"So...

　As I swallowed the meat with the sauce, I suddenly realized.


"Where am I?


　It's partly because I don't have the slightest idea of the geography of the capital.
　Partly because I don't have the slightest idea of the geography of the capital, and partly because I've sent out a bunch of guards in the name of protection.
　I've walked from one interesting store to another.
　The last one I went into was a very underground restaurant (I was kicked out because it was full of grilled chicken. But even that was a funny exchange).

　To put it mildly, I was lost.

I was lost, to say the least. "Oh, no, really? I'm a 22-year-old boy, one meret, 88 cells tall, 80 pounds, with short cherry-red hair.

　A narrow, narrow alley with no one around.
　A narrow alley with no one around.

It's like, "Nassie, collect the blanket, escape to life, SAY!　This alley is also for when you get into a fight with another country. If that's the case, it won't be used anymore, and people who live on the streets will accumulate. I wonder if Lila is thinking about that.

　What's bothering me, though, is this strange scent of trouble.
　It seems like something happened just a while ago in the vicinity of Barrier Reef.
　It's getting worse," he said, squinting.

It's still good when it's cold. Moccha-moccha.

　Munching on a skewer of grilled chicken, muttering something about wanting a drink.

　Barrier Reef suddenly stopped walking.

　At the same moment, a man blows past Barrier Reef standing in front of the T-junction.

I'm trying. I'm trying, I'm trying.

　If you look into the blown man, you will see that he has been hit in the face with a blunt object and is dying in an unbearable manner.
　Barrier Reef lightly offered up a prayer in his own country's style, and turned around to look the other way.

　There, surrounded by what appeared to be many "assassins," was an elderly man fighting back desperately.

　He is armed with two iron axes. I see, he's the one who killed that man, but he's probably been fighting day after day, and his fatigue is showing.

"Oh no. ......

　He ate a whole skewer of yakitori.

You're too old to be working so hard.

　Barrier Reef started to run.


Is that a new trick?
"Whoa!

　The older man turned around as if in a panic and struck him with an iron axe.
　I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea.

It's a little dangerous. I'm going to help the disadvantaged.
"Helping ......?

　I'll help you out on the disadvantageous side." "Helpful?" An elderly man, breathing hard, wields an iron knife and leaps from one assassin to the next.
　The Barrier Reef, which slid around his back, fluttered away from the assassins' attacks with a flurry of "buzz," "blah," and "yuck.

"What are you a target for?
"He wants my child!
"Okemaru Shoukai Yocho Maru

　In a futile move that shows absolutely no martial arts foundation, Barrier Reef evades every single one of the assassin's daggers.
　And...

Want some?
"Aah!

　He thrusts a grilled chicken skewer into his mouth, incapacitating one of them and creating a path of retreat.

"Escape towards the raw!
Oh, thank you so much!
"Night of the Pool!

　The man, who seemed to be nearing his limit, immediately started running down the path he had created.

Don't let him get away!

　The two of them scattered the shouting men through a series of intricate paths.

　As long as they chase one by one, they can fight two against one.
　The more they fought, the more their pursuers realized that their odds were against them and withdrew, giving them time to catch their breath.

"Ha, ha, ha. ...... Thank you, thank you, thank you, .......
You're welcome. I'm a guy who can't fight at all.

　A man leans against a wall and sneezes.
　This is a great way to get the most out of your business.



"So, that sword on your hip is ......?

　I didn't pull it out from beginning to end.
　I thought it might have been because I didn't want to waste the grilled chicken, but I was in the middle of a life-and-death exchange.
　But we are in the middle of an exchange of life.

"Oh, this?　I'm cursed. I'm cursed, I can only use my weapon once more...
...... Goodbye, sir?
"Yeah, yeah. "Contracts are scary, aren't they?　Like that!　Is that why you were trying to feed me?　What?　You can't do that unless you're trying to stab me.

　I'm not going to be able to do that," he said.

I'm Wind Earth Note. I'm Wind Earthnote, and I'd like to thank you when this is all over.
You don't look like you're eating. You don't look like you've eaten anything, do you want something to eat?　All we have is yakitori!　But it's so good, you're really a god, aren't you?

　A man from the Barrier Reef handed me a few yakitori skewers.
　The man, Wind, bowed deeply and took a bite of the yakitori.
　It was very cold.

"Oh, ......, that's good.
Oh, is so good." "Oh, man, that's so cool. I'm really jealous of the locals, they're the best in the capital!
Hey!
What's the matter?

　Wind, who had been savoring the meat one by one, looked up at him. What's your name?

"What's your name?
"Oh, me?　...... Ah.

　You can't say barrier leaf.
　Scratching his head, he said, "Ocean.


"Ocean. Ocean Big Wave. Keep up the good work!


　At that answer. The Barrier Reef didn't miss the way Wind's eyebrows lowered. But he didn't know why ...... he was making that face.


















You can't expect a single "unemployed" person to be able to explore this huge city. All you need is information, guesswork, and a weak hand.

I've got a lot of other things to do, so that's not all I need. I can find him much more efficiently than you can run around King's Landing like a fool.


　Futa and Pasta entered the headquarters of the Orba Chamber of Commerce.
　All they had to do was show their faces to the executive named Dries.

　It seems that Pasta and Beatrix M. Orba still have a strong influence in this business association, and she herself seems to take it for granted.

　As soon as Pasta entered the room, he began to have Dries gather all kinds of data, while Futa was staring at the map on the table.

"Where did you get such an accurate map?
"Of course I had it made. I have them update it every year.
Okay. ......

　A detailed map of King's Landing.
　The amount of information spread out on the table was enormous, not only did it show where the stores were, but it also listed the owners of the buildings.

　There were so many descriptions that Futa couldn't understand that he felt dizzy.

"Use that brush.
"You mean I can write directly on it?
"Yes. I have a copy.

　As he flipped through the pages, Pasta pointed to the brush in Futa's hand.

"Good?　First--

　Pasta began looking through the ledgers.
　First, the reports of the people from the Chamber of Commerce who are out searching. A list of shoppers at the Chamber of Commerce branch. Yesterday's sales in each area.

　Information rushing through Pasta's brain.
　--Searching outside of King's Landing, but no information.
　--Shoppers at the Chamber of Commerce, busy as usual yesterday.
　--Sales are good at night in the south. Lots of foot traffic.

　--No sightings of the dead in the fray.

South all clear. You can cross out the northwest near Main Street.
Oh, ......, okay.

　Huta's brush ticked off the map.
　He didn't ask why. When I looked at her, her eyes were darting across the ledger. She must have her own definite reasoning.


　Then it would be distracting to ask now.

"Northwest, sector seven. Section 8. I want a perimeter around the northwest, sector seven, eight, 12.
"Here.

　Those three areas are adjacent.

　--Multiple blankets being sold to vagrants in all three areas.
　--Nightly sales in this area are moderate. Street population not so much.
　--The street population is a little higher than average. And buy one.

　--Could be a displaced vagrant.

Exfiltrate perimeter blocks three through six and nine.
Got it.

　-They're moving all the way away from Orba's headquarters.
　-Wind likely doesn't want to bother the Chamber of Commerce.
　-Exclude the high street section with the Chamber of Commerce branch.

　--And there's been multiple purchases of flying artillery in this area.

It looks like the assassins really are after us.
You didn't think so.
I'm pretty sure you're not lying. It's possible that you've been deceived somewhere, though. Don't assume that your information is correct.
......

　I could have retorted that Prim would never lie to me.
　I could have retorted that Prim would never tell a lie, but I couldn't deny the possibility that she was being deceived by someone.

　It is one thing to get information, it is another to confirm it.
　That's what Lilac is doing, and that's why Huta nodded silently.

"Clear the seventh compartment.
Copy that.

　--While narrowing down Section 7, we found the guard's food purchases from last night.
　--It's not a clean-up day, so they're not here to collect vagrant corpses.
　--Probably an assassin-related death.

　--All in all, the fight is over here.

Clear 12.
Copy that.

　--If there's a fight in Sector 7, we're at an impasse in Sector 12.
　--Wind knows all the geography of King's Landing.
　--Then they'll head for compartments 8 through 11 and 14.

　--So...

Start the search in sector 8. The easiest way to find them is to head for Section 11.
Copy that.　Great.
Yeah. That's a lot better than leaving me here and running around from east to west, north to south. Save the praise for later, ....... We'll have enough of that when they find us.
Oh.



　--Wind Earth Note, Section 8.

　The prediction had been spot on.