'Wait, wait! Listen to me properly!

The carpet took sharp steps and struck my body as I desperately shouted. I was blown away like a carpet.
As I roll onto my back, the carpet punches me in rapid succession. If the carpet had vocal cords, I might have screamed out loud.

Having been released from the guards for the moment, I was playing with the carpet in my room at the inn.

The punches from the rug did not hurt me at all. In fact, it was a little bit fun. Being mounted by a rug is more amazing than riding a rug. I didn't know such a feature existed.
I tried my best to excuse myself while trying not to laugh.

'I'm sorry, but I had to do it that way! I didn't want to do it that way either.

Apparently, it was wrong of me to give her to the fox without telling the ruffian carpet.
But I had to do it then. Without her, the rampaging carpet itself would have been taken. Anyone would have acted the same way in such a situation.

'I had a duty to protect you. Besides, you were just hiding in the back!

He appealed to the carpet, but it didn't listen to him at all. I don't know where the carpet's ears are in the first place, but it keeps popping my cheeks. It's too bad, because we were just getting to know each other.

But it's my fault. I'll take my punishment. While I was lying down and being tortured by the carpet, there was a knock on the door and it opened.

The one who came in was Crus, who had been temporarily freed like me.
He was not wearing the usual robes that mages often wear, but a pair of thin pajamas. Apparently, his physical condition due to lack of magic power has improved.

When he raises his arm while mounted on the carpet, the face of Crus, who had been rolling his eyes, turns grim.

'What are you doing, sir? Yowaningen.

'Are you feeling okay now? Good, good, good.'

'Answer the question, sir.

'You'll have to ask the carpet.

The rug hits me on the head with its bushy edge. I don't think any creature would hit me with its ear, so that part must not be an ear.
I'm not hard-boiled if I'm playing with a rug in front of a cruse, so I catch his arm and say.

'All right, all right, I've lost. I'll buy you a new rug. It's a very pretty one.'

'......'

The rug attack stops. But it's still on top of me. I let out a small sigh.

'All right, all right, you lonely bastard. I'll buy you two ...... or even three as a way of apologizing. How about that? Will you forgive me?'

'............'

The rug pats my head a few times, then moves out of the way. It seems to have put me in a good mood. I get up and flick the dust off my shirt.
Good grief, it's really a horrible piece of jewelry to make me pay for something that Citri is paying for.

Krus seemed to be completely dumbfounded. But communication is really difficult.

'Yoaningen, you really should take this seriously.

'I'm still serious about this. ............'

I've been trying to be serious for a long time. It's not because I don't take my work seriously that I rarely get results, it's because I don't have the strength or talent.
But I have my friends. Citri and the others are away now, but they promised to come whenever I called them.

Krus frowned, gave a small sigh, and looked at me as if he had regained his composure.

He looked at me as if he had regained his composure, his white arms and legs stretching out from his thin costume. By the way, Krus is a forest spirit man and has white skin, but some spirit men live in the desert and have brown skin. Perhaps if he were to stay in the desert for a long time, he too would become tanned and look like that?

As I was thinking about this, Kryss said in a reproving tone.

'Are you ready? Yowaningen. I'm not on the side of the Yowaningens, but I'm under orders from Lapidus. Disgracing the Yowaningens means disgracing us, sir.'

'Kryss is great.

If all the spirit people were like Krus, it would be no wonder that humans were looked down upon.

'...... In the end it worked out, but the current situation is quite dangerous. So we should have a little talk. Isn't that right, sir?

'Well, ......, it's not dangerous, but ......'.

As it turned out, we got the Emperor to his destination safely. And since he was attacked, he won't be able to squeeze in an escort on the way back.
Air travel would no longer be possible, but land escort should not be a problem as long as there are enough people.

I've never had an escort request that didn't result in an attack, but I've also never had an escort that didn't result in someone's death.

'It's dangerous, sir! Yowaningen, you brought in two 'fox' traitors, sir!

'Oh, ............ that was a ...... blind spot.'

'I'll punch you, sir. Hmm? If you have a plan, say it! Do you have a plan?

Crus is closing in on me.
This is a great way to make sure you are getting the most out of your time and money.

Important? Do they think you're important? Do they trust you?

'No. Now that you mention it, I forgot about Telm and the others. ...... I wonder where they are?'

I searched the entire ship, but they were nowhere to be found. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but I'm not sure if it's a good idea.

'Don't ask me! What are you going to do? I don't think even I can beat that man's staff, to be honest!



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You can't win without magic. The Bracelet of Telm is an exceptionally strong staff, but it can't be used for striking.

But there's still a way.

It's a characteristic of this treasure house that you can't use magic. The only reason why you can use physical enhancement is because you haven't lost control of your physical realm.
All high level hunters know that the laws of the Treasure House change at very high levels. But then, you can make weapons within the rules.

You have water in your body. No, the water in your body is the easiest to manipulate. So, of course, you have to be prepared.

A fox-faced child is approaching. It's moving slowly.

Catch it off guard and kill it with a single blow. I've been in this kind of trouble many times before. No problem this time either.

But it's a strange face. A mask painted in vermilion on a glossy white background. It seemed both familiar and unfamiliar.
My heart was in turmoil.

The secret organization to which Telm belonged, the "Shadow Foxes of the Nine Tails," owed its name to a treasure house. A treasure house where a god in the form of a fox reigns.
The founder of the organization once had the misfortune of encountering a god and survived. The founder of the organization had an unfortunate encounter with a god once and survived, and was fascinated by its power and the way it could appear and disappear, and borrowed its name.

It is said that the most senior members of the organization are given a fox mask, which the founder once brought back from the treasure house, as a sign of loyalty.

I felt a chill run down my spine. Kecha Chakka's face was also tense, as if he had thought of the same thing.

'This can't be...'

That's impossible. I don't know where in the world that treasure house is, or even if it exists at all.
I've heard that the Founder who entered the realm of the gods and survived never saw the Treasure House again.

It's fate. It's not just luck you need to encounter it. It has to be that kind of fate.

I'll get myself back. The fox-faced child who had been closing in on me, though I hadn't taken my eyes off him, had vanished like a phantom.

Instead, a voice calls out from behind me.

'Welcome, my guest.

''What?

'I know what's going on. There's no need to be alarmed. Thermo Apocryphal. Kecak Chakka Munch. 'Poor man, abandoned by Mr. Crisis.


There was no sign of him. There had been no sign of him a few moments ago.
It was a different individual from the child that had approached me. The one I had just seen was a child, but this one was a young man. The only thing they had in common was that they were wearing fox masks.

I felt a chill. The amount of mana and material in his body was far beyond that of the fox-faced child.
I can't win. He stopped his body from retreating involuntarily.

I remember the founder's words. The founder of the organization said, "Never give up.
False or true, the founder was a good hunter. And he actually survived. He brought back the mask. Then there's no reason Thermo-Apocryphal, the feared Water Stopper, can't do the same.

'You're a god.'

Touch it. Illusions in human form often have a structure similar to humans.
Which means they must have water in their bodies. If you touch it directly, there is a possibility that you can control it. If I've mastered water manipulation, I should be able to do it. No, you have to.

Catch her off guard. To Telm's words, the young man said.

'Don't worry. We're fair game. We'll make sure you're safe. But you'll pay a price. And I'm not a god.

'The price of ............?

'No need to be afraid. We only get what is tangible, not our own lives. But we'll take what's most precious to us.'

The young man looked around at the wary Telm and Kecak Chakka.
There's an opening. No, lots of openings. They are not wary of our attack.

The young man nodded loudly and slowly opened his mouth.


'I'll take the blessing of the Water God and the proof of the Anti-Dragon.

I'm not sure what to say.

His mind is being read by ....... I was sure of it.
The blessing of the Water God and the proof of the Anti-Dragon are the basis of the power of Therum and Kecak. Without the Water God's Blessing, Telm's power would be greatly diminished and irreplaceable. I don't need to tell you about the proof of the Anti-Dragon.

If those two things are lost, Therum and the others won't stand a chance.

Cold sweat slipped down my cheeks. The foxface smiled.

'What are you going to do?'

'What if I say no, ......?'

My heart is aching. The young man's demeanor remains unchanged. The young man's demeanor remains unchanged, his body exposed before Telm's eyes.

Manipulate the water in your body. Touch it. If you touch it, the game is decided.

The fox-faced young man laughed calmly at the provocative words of Thelm.



'I didn't have time to tell you, Mr. Crisis - but of course, you have the right to refuse. We're ...... very fair.'