Tino felt as if he was about to collapse from the unusual ordeal.

Since the night in Elan, Tino had hardly slept at all, day or night. Even before he was dragged here by his master, he had spent a sleepless night due to the troubles related to the mask, and aside from his physical strength, which he had developed through training after training, his mental strength was almost depleted. The only time he lost consciousness was when he was hit by lightning as part of his training.

His feet wavered with every step he took, and his vision wavered loosely as if he were dreaming. In contrast to the storm of two days ago, the strong sunlight pouring down was blinding to my eyes after an all-nighter, and even if I hadn't been ordered not to train, I would have been wary of my surroundings.
Conditions are not good. I still have enough judgment to know it's a bad idea, but there's nothing I can do about it.

The cause of my insomnia is anxiety and nervousness.
The anxiety of not knowing what was going to happen under unusual conditions without any information, and the nervousness of not being able to behave badly in front of Master and Master were things that Tino, who had been focusing on physical training, had never experienced before.

Even so, he managed to keep his posture with only his energy, and followed only the back of Masutaa who was walking in front of him.

Unlike Tino, who was mentally drained and exhausted, Mastaa and her sister looked almost the same as usual.

The fact that you can't believe you're walking through a town that has red flags warning of demons is definitely that of an absolute powerhouse. In this situation, it is only a factor that can break your heart.

I knew the story of the red flag of demon alert, but this was the first time I had actually seen it with my own eyes.
Tino rarely left the capital, but in the first place, flags that indicate a city in trouble are rarely raised.
It could be a threat to the city's reputation, and in some cases, it could be an opportunity for other countries or criminals to take advantage of. The frequency of raising the flag tends to decrease in inverse proportion to the size of the city, and it is said that the most prosperous imperial city in Zebrudia has only had a handful of flags raised since the beginning of history.

The town of Gura is much smaller than such an imperial city, but even so, it is unlikely that a prosperous town with a famous specialty would raise its flag unless something very difficult happened.

The number of knights lined up near the gates and the number of mages preparing their magic showed the high alertness of the city.
It would have taken a huge budget to mobilize such a large number of soldiers. But it's not a warning that should be taken just because there is some uncertainty. In other words, the city considers the attack of the orcs who built the fort to be highly probable information.

The words he had heard from the vetting officer upon entering the city were only a comforting thought.

Tino did not trust Mastaa's words that he had received since the beginning of this vacation.
Of course, she didn't think that Mastaa was lying. However, based on his past experience, Mastaa's "no big deal" was just "no big deal to Mastaa", and it was a hell of a time for Tino.
In the first place, if you don't want to fight, there's no need to come to this town. Raising and lowering the flag is a common tactic of the Clan known to all. Tino can't even imagine when he learned of the existence of the flag, but if he didn't know, he wouldn't have bothered to come to this town where the flag stood out of countless towns.

I know, Mastaa. For Mastaa, battling an army of Orcs is not a battle. But ...... I can't do it.

I'm sure the usual Tino can destroy a few Orcs without any problems. Even the higher-ranked ones can probably handle a one-on-one fight.
But the Tino of now was exhausted. This is all due to my inexperience in not being able to rest my mind in the time I had, but challenging a pack of orcs in this state is suicide.

A bandit is by nature unsuited for a battle of many against one. It's easy to forget when you're watching your master, but it's your duty to sneak up on them from behind, search for them, and disarm their traps.

Mastah, are you going to teach me the essence of many-to-one combat, which I'm not very good at? ...... I can't.

I'm jealous of the sisters who are happily conversing with each other just now. I almost cried out to the back in front of me at the uncharacteristic Spartan as usual, but I managed to hold it together with my pride.

It seemed that some high level hunter had defeated the thunder spirit in the town of Elan, but such a miracle would never happen again.

We have to fight. The fact that he's putting you through the ordeal means that Masutaa believes that Tino can overcome the ordeal. It means he's counting on you. And in order to live up to those expectations, he's been training like hell.

Masutaa said that he would protect Tino in case of emergency. Those words were tremendously flattering, but he couldn't continue to be an unreliable junior who could only be protected. Tino's goal is not to be protected, but to work together.

I don't know how many Orc packs there really are, but considering the ordeals we've gone through so far, I don't think there are too few. In fact, it is highly possible that there are too many. Perhaps--infinite might be a possibility. ......

.................. is indeed impossible.

I'm not sure. You have a hideout in Glass too?'

'Of course I do. You never know when something might happen.

Sister Sitri nodded in a good mood to Mastaa's words. At that moment, Tino thought he understood why Sister Sitri was overly prepared.

If there's ever a next time - I'll make sure to be prepared for anything. In the midst of this fluffy feeling, I made up my mind.

But to make the most of it, I have to get through today.

That's right. Unlike you, who can do anything by force, you're good at tangling. Maybe she can teach us how to fight one against many.
Tino is not very fond of her, but that doesn't mean they don't get along. She's a person you need to be wary of, and she's a tricky person, but as long as you have Masutaa in common, she's your ally. He sometimes touches me closely, but not often, and even then, he seems to be trying not to cross the line.
He'll help you if you ask him to. For what price, I don't know.

When will the battle be fought? Will it be at night? Or in an hour? Will they attack us? Or will it be like going for a walk, and we will go hunting? Will we get some time to rest? Will they give us time to prepare? Or is it just a reckless attempt to do something with our current abilities?

Looking at the order that forbids training, it seems to be the last and hardest plan. In other words, Masutaa's trials are always the hardest.

...... Mastaaa, I can't do it.

I'm not sure if you've seen this before, but I'm sure you have.
The black eyes that resemble his own make him feel as if his inner thoughts are being read, and he becomes nervous. Contrary to Tino's anxiety, he looks calm, as if he has no worries.

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'............, is it the last supper?'

Could it be that they will attack us when we eat?
I tried to hold back the trembling in my body, but it wouldn't stop.
Your sister is threatening Tino with a big smile on her face. It was a smile that showed she was holding in her anger, wondering if she couldn't even control her body.





The first thing I felt was a stench that almost made my nose turn.
The horse pulling the carriage neighed violently and stopped at the strong smell of the beast drifting on the wind.

Inside the carriage, Arnold, who had been resting his body damaged in the battle with the Thunder Spirit, poked his head out of the carriage, looking cramped.

'What happened?'

'Come on, ...... suddenly--there's a strange smell--what's that smell?'

'............ d*mn, I have a bad feeling about this.'



It's a smell that we had almost no chance to smell in Nebula Nubes, where the rainy season lasts all year round.
No, to begin with, it's not the kind of smell you get on the open plains where we're running now.

For treasure hunters, intuition is something worth trusting. Sometimes it is more important than logical thinking.
There are no people around. No sign of demons. Our destination, Gura, is still far away.

The view is clear and almost unobstructed to the horizon. I can't find anything out of the ordinary.

But Arnold's expression remained grim. No matter how confident you are in your abilities, you must remain vigilant. A man who is not vigilant cannot be a high-level hunter.

'This is downwind of ...... the smell of an excited beast, the smell of war.

I'm not sure what to make of that.
The fatigue of the Thunder Spirit battle has not yet worn off, and the items have not yet been replenished. It's not that we can't fight, but we're not quite ready. We should avoid fighting as much as possible.

'What should we do? Should we take a wide detour?'

'...... No, let's go. It's quite large, right in the middle of the road--it will definitely affect the nearby towns. There's no way a level 8 hunter would avoid a battlefield like that. Have your weapons ready.'

'Yes, sir.'

Arnold said, and his companions replied in voices that didn't show fatigue.

Even on the unsealed plains, the smell was strong. It's a huge swarm - and a swarm like that can't just appear in a few hours or so.
It's close. ...... It's close, a thousand changes. Perhaps we can observe their fighting techniques, all of which are shrouded in mystery.

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure it's a good idea.