"Oh, ...... Patra is ......"

----Get up, Rock!　The fight is not over yet.

　Tears stream down my cheeks.



"Lucky ...... Patra is ......"

----We're not done here!　Patra's fine! ----

　Lucky encourages me, sucks on an oak and pops it in his mouth.



"What do you mean she's fine? Because Patra is ......"

　I can't stop the tears from falling from my eyes.

　I can't ...... see anything in front of me anymore.



"Papa!"

　I hear a voice from somewhere?　But I can't see him anywhere. I hear ...... in my ears.



"Pow!



"What? ......?"

　It's not my ears. I'm sure I hear it.

　But when I look around, I don't see Patra.



"Dad, I'm up here!"

　A wyvern with Patra on it comes down in front of me.

　Misael is caught at the wyvern's feet.



　But then the wyvern must have lost its patience, because it dropped Misael from a height of about two meters.

　He landed on top of Misael.



"Geez!"



　Misael seems to have fainted.



"Papa I'm sorry I almost died Mr. Wyvern saved me. Are you crying daddy?"



　I hugged her tightly.



"Patra, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm the one who's sorry, Patra. I almost let you die. I'm glad you're alive. Thank you, Wyvern."



　The wyvern had somehow jumped out of the box.

　Patra and Mr. Gargoyle had been taking care of him since he was born, so he must have jumped out to protect Patra. The wyvern seemed to have responded to my shouts of "Who are you?



"Patra, drink this. Is your arm okay?"

"Daddy, my arm hurts, please give me a drink."



　Patra hugged me as she said this.

　She says it hurts, but she can still move her hands as usual.



　But I pretend not to notice, so I hold her in my arms and give her a recovery potion.

　Today's potion is an advanced recovery potion made from a special sweet pear.

　I'll also add a layer of magic to it.



"Patra is waiting for me here. I'm going to take down everyone who bullied her.

"Don't worry, papa... but you'd better get the other wyverns out of here too."

"And the others?　I'll go take out all the guys who bullied Patra. Come out the wyverns!



　The wyverns come out.

　As I'm wondering what they're going to do, Orange Ant and the others climb on top of the wyverns.



"Papa's magic makes the wyverns fly fast too!

　Patra takes command, and the three Orange Ants take to the sky on top of the wyverns.



　The wyverns slash at the undes from above and shoot bows and arrows at the undes.

　The undes are reaching for the sky, perhaps to attack those nearby.



　Orange Ant and Wyvern look like little dragon knights.

　Only Orange Ant E is attacking not the wyvern, but the gargoyle.



--Rock, let's get rid of them too.

"Yeah, we'll take care of the knights."

--Yes.



　Let's leave the undead demons to Patra and the others.

　Me and Lucky will hit the knights one by one.



　Lucky's attack is pretty strong, but ...... we'll be okay, right?

　Every time Lucky pops one of the knights with his foot, his armor pops off and he's never useful again.



　I don't want him to have to pay for it later, but it's ...... consumable, so there's nothing I can do about it.



　As we bring the Knights back to their senses, the Commander stands in front of us.

"Why are you people standing in my way?　I am trying to make this country stronger. We need the Order more than we need adventurers. We don't need adventurers. So. I can't have you getting in the way of that."



　The Knight Commander is mumbling something, but I can't make out who he's talking to.






"It's time to stop. This has to end. Because, you know what?　I'm better than Titus. You're right. Titus is just the head adventurer. I'm the head of the Royal Guard. So I'm not inferior. So why does he have everyone's respect? Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm the best when he's gone."



　The knight-errant draws his sword and slashes at the nearest adventurer.

　His swordsmanship is so firm that it is hard to believe that he is disoriented.



　I will take the knight's sword to protect the adventurer.

"If you get in my way, I'll kill you first!"



I see. I'm angry too. I'm angry at you for scaring Patra. I'm angry at you for being so violent in the city. I'm going to bring you back to your senses."



　I throw my fist as hard as I can at the Knight Commander's face.

　Just as my fist hits him, Lucky is so strong that he runs into the knight commander.



　The fist cuts through the air with all my might.

　Where am I going to hit ...... with this fist?



　My show!



----Sorry!　I didn't do that on purpose.

"You were aiming for lucky."



----No, I didn't. I don't care who beats me.　Don't be so puffed up.

"I don't care who knocks him over."



　The Knight Commander, knocked off his feet by Lucky, stands up like a puppet.

"Lucky hit you wrong, you're moving funny."



----What are you talking about? That's just the way he was. You moved like that when you were in the guild.

No, I never did.



"Hahahaha!　I connected the voice to the attack on my puppet and found that you adventurers must be pretty stupid to be able to joke around in front of this bunch of undesirables.



　The voice, though emanating from the Knight Commander, was not his, but that of a young woman.



"Who are you!　Are you the mastermind behind this incident?



"Yes, I am. Yes, I am. My name is Lydia. I'm the greatest disciple and heir to the will of the legendary sage Domorte.



　The one who manipulated the knight commander claimed to be Domorte's disciple.

　I was less surprised because I had met Domorte and had heard what had happened.

　But still, he is a bold man to betray his own master and then use his master's name as an excuse.