That's all for now. I urge you to strive for improvement.


　As the mature man instructing the first army in Aldoret Crow's conference room announced this, the first army members left the room with their materials. A small, fat man named Polk, who was recently selected among the first army members, walked quickly and proceeded to the dining room.


(Finally, time to eat.)


　Polk, who has been described by the crowd as a fat man who can move around a lot, is the second son of a humble man from the countryside. He may look round, but he has surprisingly strong muscles and a decent amount of physical strength.

　When Polk arrives at the buffet-style dining room, he takes a platter and explores every nook and cranny of the place, piling up the food. The amount of food is so large that the various dishes have been mingled together and it seems as if the taste has already changed.


'Is this pig food?'
The fat guy....


　Some of the clan members in the same cafeteria mutter in displeasure. They are the ones who don't like the fact that the plodding Polk is in the army, or they are the ones who have been whispering about something behind his back for some time now.

　Such voices could be heard in Polk's ears, but he didn't mind at all. Polk is mindlessly gobbling his food and swallowing the rice like it's a drink. It's a rather dirty way of eating when viewed from the edge, but the food doesn't fall on the table. Eating food quickly without leaving a single piece of food, a habit Polk has cultivated since his farming days, is still a habit.

　He wiped the sauce off the platters, knives, and even the sauce on the forks with the bread, and Polk put it in his mouth. The plates and dishes were as clean as if they had been washed, which was surprisingly positive from the ones making the food on the buffet.

　And just as Polk was about to start his next meal, a large platter of food was placed in front of him.


'Would you like another?
Thank God.


　Polk began to eat the food Stephanie brought him in her blue dress, after thanking her. And around the two of them, Tank's Bittman, who was also a member of the first army, and Sova, the multi-weapon attacker, came by and began to eat.


''You still eat well,''
You're the one holding up such a small amount.


　Sova, who was watching Polk eat, was miffed at the sarcastic reply. He just didn't take a bite out of it, as if he was already used to such words and actions.

　Polk is here now, recruited by Aldoret Crow after the Stampede, which left him with a spectacular scar, and now he is here. However, Polk had initially refused Aldoret Crow's solicitation.

　Polk used to belong to Aldoret Crow, but it became somewhat boring and he stopped. Since then, he enjoyed drawing with the skills of a grantor, and although he didn't earn much money, he was able to make a living by helping out in the family business. So I didn't have to take Aldoret Crow's solicitation.

　He just asked Luke to come to the labyrinth city just once and see what was going on. Since he was too eager to invite her, Polk lifted his heavy hand and stepped into the labyrinth city for a long time.

　And that the current dungeon strategy was not a single attacker's sole focus, but an environment where various jobs could be used. And when I saw Tsutomu, who was the most talked about in the labyrinth city, in Kamidae, my awareness of that changed.

　At first it was an insult that I could do something like that. But as he actually met and talked with Tsutomu, Polk got a sense of respect for people, which was rare. And even now, that continues to be the case, and he thinks to Tsutomu that this guy is an interesting guy.

　It's not surprising since the world they lived in was different, but Tsutomu was an unknown and interesting person to Polk. This is why he is now the best granting magician in Ardrette Crow, and the environment in which he tries various things to break through the eighty levels of the hierarchy allowed him to climb up to the top of the army.


''Are you getting used to it by now?''
'Yes. Now we just need to make a few more attempts to get through?　But it's a difficult one.
Yes.
It all depends on Bittman. If you're dead, there's not much to talk about. And although he's not here, Luke's summoner is too unreliable. Anyway, don't die on the tank. If you don't die, you'll win.
I'll do my best.


　Polk, who had finished his meal, gave Stephanie, who was smiling, a smug look. Bittman, who is a tank, returned the words in an indifferent tone.

　The current composition of the first army members is one healer, one buffer, two tanks, and one attacker, which is something you don't see very often. The composition of buffer-infused is currently being done for the first time by Aldoret Crow, and he has challenged the Winter General about five times. And it was the best result so far.

　The person who is currently able to fight General Winter the most is Bittman, who has actually fought him the most times. Stephanie and Polk supported him thoroughly, and Luke used his summoner to adjust the whole thing. Sauva is attacking General Winter as a shaving attacker.

　Polk's job as a granting sorcerer allows him to increase STR 《attack power》, LUK 《luck》, and other abilities that cannot be raised by a white mage or praying man. They can also lower the value of an enemy's ability and resistance.

　One of the most notable features of the Grantor is a skill called Exchange, which allows him to manipulate the mental powers of his allies. The skill allows for the exchange of mental powers between PT members, and its main use right now is to exchange the mental powers that Bittman has used for hate hunting with those who can afford it.

　Since the amount of mental energy that can be exchanged can be adjusted by the grantor, it is also possible to exchange ten mental energy for one. It's a skill that is quite useful, but unlike in games, if your mental power is suddenly reduced, you will feel dizzy and nauseous. And since there is no clear numerical value, it is difficult to adjust the amount of mental strength.

　But Polk was still painting with various colored skills after Aldoret Crow left the game, so he's beyond stupidity when it comes to skill manipulation. And maybe it was his early experience and talent in the early days when granting magicians were treated decently, but he was also better at adjusting his mental capacity than the others.


'With my support and Stephanie's recovery, Bittman can fight. And if Luke is not too stingy with his magic stones, it's not a dream to break through. That assistant PT guy is a bit critical of me, but he's way off the mark.
He's basically a hard man to deal with.
I still can't help but wonder why I have to take orders from someone like that. It's really nice of you to get paid for saying random things like that.
It's true that there are times when we disagree, but it's also true that it helps.
'Yes. Besides, you're bringing me detailed information, and you're getting some outside input.
'I don't know. Only PT members will actually know what's going on with the PT. If you're going to tell me what to do from the outside, you'll have to bring in some Tutum.


　Polk snorted with disgust at Stephanie and Sova's rebuttal. It seems that Polk was not pleased with the complaint he received earlier from his assistant, who was in charge of planning operations and accounting for the PT.

　The fatty, rotund face was so impudent that Sova wanted to punch him in the face, to put it bluntly. Then Stephanie, who was standing next to him, instantly got a glint in her eye.


'That's a very good idea. However, I know you're busy, and I'm still not very good at showing Mr. Tsutomu my skills...
'Then I guess it's too late for that when you're on the divine table.
'How could Master Tutom be looking at me?'


　Polk looked blatantly uncomfortable as he looked at me like a broken doll.


'I've been thinking for a while now, do you think you're a god, Tutom?　It's crazy, to say the least.
'God it may indeed be something close to that. Ahhhh........Lord Tsutomu.


　Saying that, Polk looks at Stephanie, who is turning her support skills with a face like she's tripping into another dimension, like a pig looking at inedible food.


''Hey, has this guy been like this for a while?''
'Don't say anything.... As long as it doesn't involve Tutu, it's normal.
'We shouldn't talk about it too much. It's for the best.


　Bittman and Sova shook their heads at Polk's question. Sova, in particular, was stuffed with horrified eyes Stephanie stuffed with fear when she had said and done something stupid about Tsutomu before. The frenzy, like a congregation insulted by God, is not something Sova, who has known him for a long time, wants to see.


'What in the world has Tutom done to you?　All I've heard is that Stephanie volunteered to be an apprentice.
'I don't know either. Mr. Luke says he really doesn't seem to be doing anything about it, but I don't know how it could have happened.


　Sure, Stephanie has gotten stronger, but the mood has changed so much from before that she's a different person. That and her unusual faith in the Twombs is where Sova and the others are confused.

　But his abilities have been flying off the charts for some time now, and it's an anomaly that no healer has been able to follow him. These events are rare in Aldoret Crow, so there is no shortage of things to talk about with Stephanie.


Why don't you just ask him yourself?
Mr. Luke told me to avoid you.
It's not absolute obedience, is it?
What?


　As Polk and Sova were talking, Stephanie suddenly let out a bright scream. Then suddenly she ducked under the desk.


'What?'
...Speak of the devil, you know.


　As Sauva looked at Stephanie's odd behavior and looked creepy, Bittman looked in a certain direction and muttered to himself.

　Sauva and Polk were looking in that direction as well, and Tsutomu, accompanied by the clerk, was in the dining room.