'What the hell, you guys ......?'

The knight who drew his sword looked at me and Prine quizzically.

'Do you know that this is the daughter of Rey Blanco Nogueira Franca, Lord of Franca?

A knight shouted and pointed the tip of his sword at me.

I drummed my fingers on the stick in my hand, trying to remember who the lord of Franca was.

He was a great nobleman from the south, I believe. Like Martina's, he was an adventurer. A first-class adventurer, I'm told. A lady and a knight. Pretty nasty. .......

My inner clown flipped a switch.

'Well, well, well, Franka. I'm so sorry, I didn't know that.

He takes his hat with his left hand, spreads his hands wide, and makes an exaggerated bow. With his right hand he has just repositioned his walking stick. For easy hooking.

He raises his head and puts on the hat. At the same time as he does this, my stick swoops out and catches the knight's sword, holding it in place.

What? You ......!

He didn't see the move. That's not much.

The stick with the T-shaped handle hooks the knight's sword and doesn't let go. When he pulls his sword, you push, when he pushes you, you pull. This knight may be an adventurer, but so am I.

Don't underestimate my swordsmanship level 27.

Well, well, well, knight. Will you put your sword away for my trifling tricks?

He takes off his hat again, keeping his right hand fastened. A white dove flies out from inside.

The gallery, which was surrounding the commotion from afar, cheered.

'Oh ......! Brilliant ......!'
'Look, it's a clown's trick. You're so lucky to get to see it for free.
Well, it's true. But why is he pulling out his sword? Is this part of the entertainment?'

'd*mn it, ......'

The knight looks around as if annoyed. I close one eye and put my hat back on.
The lady watching calmly behind me opens her mouth.

It's true that he has soiled my dress. What about responsibility for that?

I can't believe I just made a mess. ......! I was just sitting there, and when you walked by me, the edges of my dress only touched a little. ......!

When the beggar raised his voice, the lady raised her eyebrows in surprise.

'You've become so bossy as soon as you gained more allies,' said the beggar. Do you think you'll be forgiven for being a beggar?
'--Excuse me, Miss Franca.

I interject.

'If this man is to be believed, your actions are against the law of Sukuk. Will it also affect the lord of your estate?
Oh, your father is in King's Landing. So this trifle is nothing to worry about.
'But don't you think that's the case with the people around you?

There are many noblemen in the gallery. The name of the lord of Franca is now well known, since the knight of the Ucker knight has come forward. The rumor will spread that his daughter has made a trifling fuss over a beggar.

In a country where people are relatively peaceful, force is rarely used in conflicts between nobles. Dr. Diego told me that most of them are settled by political means.
There is nothing more frightening to them than bad rumors spreading among the nobles.

The young lady, perhaps sensing this, did not speak out against it.
Instead, she simply said

'......Who are you? Do you think you are from a strong enough family to give me your opinion?'
Do you have to say it?'
'Don't be silly. Of course not. Do you think that someone who is neither a nobleman nor a great merchant can have a conversation with me, a great nobleman?

The only reason he did not look disgusted was because of his clown job.
Noblemen do not have to listen to the words of commoners, no matter how true they may be. There are still many aristocrats who think this way.

It seems that there are many people in the gallery who think so, too, and I can hear voices such as 'that's true,' or 'I wonder which family's clown he belongs to,' or 'it's strange that a mere adventurer should resist him.

Oh, no. I'm just an adventurer and the son of an innkeeper. I don't have any family...

Lamode.

A voice came from behind me. It was a voice I had heard many times before, but it was the most dignified voice I had ever heard.

What is it?

In response to the young lady's question, Prine says again.

The family is Lamode, a merchant family that deals in spices, mainly sugar. I am their daughter, Prine Lamode.

--You can't say that, can you?

I turn around in surprise, but it's too late.
The gallery has heard about Prine's family and is talking about it,

'Well, you must be the daughter of Lamode.
The pastries over there are very tasty.
'We have sugarworks at home, made of Lamode sugar,' he said.

Prine tells Franca's daughter. Sneakily grabbing the edge of my suit.

'I'm an adventurer now, to get to know the world.

The tables are turned.
When the person making the right argument is the daughter of a wealthy merchant, well known even to the nobility, you have no choice but to listen.
Now the gallery is waiting for Miss Franca's reaction.

The young lady, who has received the attention of the others, lifts her chin and looks down at Prine.

'Well, ...... that's good. I'll let you leave. In the name of Lamode and your trifling tricks.

The last thing the young lady says is to look at me. I didn't say, "It's your pride that's boring. If Job had remained a warrior, I'm sure I would have said it.



'd*mn, get the f*ck off me ......!

The knight, who had been pulling hard throughout the conversation, grunted. I read his breathing and relaxed my hold on him.

What the heck?

I pulled with all my might, but then I let go, and the knight turned over with all his might. Of course, I timed it so that it would happen.

Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Gu,d*mn ...... remember ......!'

The knight, who had been disturbed by his own cloak, got up, fell down, and managed to get back up. He left a few words for me and ran off after the young lady, who had quickly gone ahead of him.

'Oh dear.

I shrug my shoulders.

Coins were thrown around with a clink, clink, clink. The aristocrats in the gallery had left them there to "pay for the show.

What an aristocrat!

Sighing, Prine started to pick it up. I was thinking ......, but then she gave it all to the beggar who was picking it up with her.

Here you go.
'Sorry, sorry, little girl. ......'
'No, were you hurt?'

A carefree smile. A smile from the bottom of your heart. I thought he was an angel.

Ah, ah... ....... Thank you, sweetheart. ....... You're so sweet...... and cute......Ghehehehe......'

The beggar took some coins from Prine's hand, but then grabbed his hand and started rubbing it. A stick immediately comes flying at him. He realized later that it was the stick he had wielded.

Hey, you old man, don't touch my prine with your dirty hands!
'Ouch! I'm sorry. ......'
'You're doing me a favor. ....... You can't be too careful, you can't be too careful. ....... Not that aristocrat, but you should be thankful your hands aren't flying off.
Heh, heh. Sorry ...... sorry ......'
'? What's wrong?

Prine is the only one who looks like he doesn't know what he's talking about. Well, it would be better if she didn't have a bad feeling about it.

Let's go, Prine. d*mn it, don't help this guy. ......

I was about to say, "I'm sorry," but then I remembered that it was Prine who tried to help me, and I stopped myself from saying any more.
To deny that I had helped her is the same as denying that she had done so.

Oh, wait, Ra-kun!
'Yeah. Are you okay?'
I'm fine!

Then it's okay," he said, patting Prine on the head. Then he took her hand and rubbed it.

'? What's wrong?
'Disinfection ....... No, I think it's a scent. Claiming territory?
'I like your smell, Ra!
'Oh, yeah.'

'Rundle up! ...... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Prine took my hands in hers and started to do some kind of steps. The impromptu dance started under compulsion. Clown Job is rather a bad guy, because he is so happy to get along with me. Tacka katta katta katta Tacka katta katta

'Hey, it's your brother and your little girl. ......'

The beggar from earlier saw us suddenly start dancing on the side of the road and said.
Stakkakatta katta katta Takkakatta katta katta

'Thank you for saving me, and I apologize for my rudeness earlier, and I'll give you some advice: ......'
'? What is it?

Tacatta tacatta tacatta tacatta Tacatta tacatta tacatta Turn Turn Turn

'............ won't you stop that dancing?'
'All right?'
'Well, well, I don't mind. ....... Uh, yeah. ......'

The beggar suddenly looks very serious.
I stopped breathing. I was unconsciously on the verge of war.

The number of kidnappings is increasing. Slavers are trying to expand their business at once. Adventurers are no exception. Be careful. you have a certain charm. It's not just humans.

Perhaps it was my imagination, but even his voice seemed to have changed.
I stopped dancing involuntarily and nodded my head.

I nodded my head. I'll be careful. What the hell are you?

'Hehehe ....... Well, goodbye, big brother. You too, sweetie. I'm gonna go somewhere else. ......
'Oh, hey, ......'
'Well, thank you for your help. ......'

And then the beggar rolls his back and leaves. I try to follow him, but it's impossible because Prine is dancing around with my hands in hers.


Is it my imagination or did I seem to have changed my mind for a moment just now?

Hmm, well, ......
'Ta-da!
'That's enough, Prine. I'm going to Elena's.'
'Yes! You're getting better at dancing, Ra! That's great!''
'The great thing is, it's Job.'

And then I started to walk away--and then I noticed it.

'Hmm?'
'What's going on?'
'My wallet's been robbed.'
'What? Oh, my God!
'No, I'm fine. It's a fake wallet. It's not supposed to happen like this.'
'Huh! You had a fake wallet?''
'It's a strange thing. When I became a clown, I suddenly got scared. I always wondered why I was so careless with my wallet.
''What do you mean?''
'I mean you were holding it in such a way that if you wanted to steal it, it would be easy to do so.
''Isn't that kind of thing your skill, Mr. Shifu?
'It seems that they were specialized in dungeon attack over there. In other countries, the word 'thief' comes from the word 'bandit', but in this country, there is a theory that the word 'seeker' is a corruption of the word 'seeker'.

Well, of course, the Thief also has skills like a thief, and since it is the same "technical" job, some skills are similar to those of a clown. Both of them are good at rope-skipping.

By the way, warriors and martial artists are classified as "combat" jobs, while mages and monks are classified as "magic" jobs, and some of their skills and magic have the same effects.

Prine was impressed by my explanation,

'I see! You know a lot of things, don't you, Ra?
'I got it from Dr. Diego,' he said.
'So, what are you going to do with your stolen wallet?
'I'm not comfortable giving it to you, so I've made some modifications.
What kind?
Like this.

He snapped his fingers. It's a magic trick, level 1.

The fake wallet turns into a pigeon and flies away.
'The person who took it will be surprised!
'Yes, and then we'll know who did it. That's it.

With a flap, the pigeon flew away into the sky.
I looked at the figure just below me...

What?
No way.

The lady and the knight were looking around in surprise. Then the lady said something to the knight and hit him. Like this, with force.

'They're ......? No, no, no, no way. There is no way I would let a little fish like that touch me without my knowledge. ......'

While I was stunned, Prine, who was standing next to me, put her finger on my chin and said, "Hmmm,

'Maybe the person who stole it put it in their luggage.
'Oh ............ I see. That's Prine. You're smart. Smart.
'Oh, no, praise won't get you anywhere.

I pat Prine, who is embarrassed.

Then, let's hurry to Elena's place. We've taken up a lot of time.
Yes!





Guild Street.
A man and a woman were struggling in the corner of the street, watching the pigeons flying away, away from the people passing by.

They were saying, "Are you crazy? Why did you pick up that girl's purse? You were so conspicuous!''
'It's just a passing thing, just a passing thing! I was distracted by something else, so I thought I could do it!
'Just because you can't steal from the best warriors doesn't mean you should target children! And you got your fill!
'...... No, that's not just any kid.'
'You're a clown.
'Well, he is now, but maybe he changed jobs. He probably used to be a warrior.
No way. Because from the looks of it, you're still young. ......'
'He stopped a knight's sword, you know? And he sealed it perfectly. That's not the skill of a clown. It was swordsmanship.
'If you're at the level where you can change jobs, then you're at ......'
'They're top-notch, they are, too.
'............. 'It's good, it's rather great.'
'Oh, you've got a good one ...... Anna (...) too.'

They nodded to each other, and soon the man and woman disappeared.
Like shadows, like smoke.