A cobbled main street in the town of Kalba.
　Everywhere I walked, I could see the heat of the sun flickering in the air as if it was following me around.
　The sweltering heat makes me feel even hotter.
　However, it seems to be an everyday scene in the desert country of Aravana.
　On the other hand, I heard that on days when there is no heat, a strong wind is blowing with a gust of sandy dust. Either way, it's extremely depressing.
I seriously consider the futility of modifying (arranging) the Freeze spell to keep the cool air around me and at a low MP for a long period of time - I can't help but think about the futility of that.

　From Alabama's capital city of Alabang, we headed south on a trade route laid out in the desert.
　We travel for two hours on the Narsai, a hovering carpet, with many stops in the shade along the way.
　The reason I'd gone to the town of Kaluba after all this trouble was to meet someone.

　The old man's name is Ramsey.
According to the strategy book, he used to be a famous adventurer.
　One of his most notable achievements was reaching the depths of the ancient ruins named after him, the Ramsey Ruins, which was said to be one of the most difficult to reach.

　He has long since retired from adventuring, but his experience and skills must be extraordinary.
　What I want is exactly that experience and skill.
　You can find plenty of knowledge by reading strategy books, and I have no shortage of skills (level).
　However, I have a tendency to knock on a stone bridge to get across, so I can't help but ask for even more preparation when challenging the ancient ruins.

　Ramsey's house is well-built, but it is cozy and cozy.
　It didn't matter that it was because he lived alone. He is a man who has earned a fortune along with a roaring reputation as an adventurer. He could live in a mansion like a nobleman and enjoy all the luxuries.
　He must be very modest or stoic.
　I can't help but feel a good feeling about him.

　However.
　I was in for a rude awakening as soon as I arrived at the end of his garden to visit Ramsey.

'Hey, old lady!　Get that old man Ramsey or something!
Or you'll be gone before your ride arrives, huh?
You've lived long enough to eat your life, don't you think?
What do you say, huh?
Where's the guy who can't take a beating?

　-- and about ten or so goons had surrounded and driven one old woman into a corner.
　The goons were all wearing matching armbands.
　I had heard the rumor many times in the capital city of Alabang.
　Yes, these hoodlums are the "Unguo-Koku Volunteer Group.
　I don't know what is "Unguo-Koku" and what is "Volunteer".

　The old woman, on the other hand, was a very vigorous and vigorous man.
　The old woman was dressed modestly.
　But as if to resist old age, she stood tall and resolute. You can even feel a certain amount of beauty in the way he behaves, full of pride. Yes, so much so that it makes me feel like I want to grow old like this someday too!
　The old woman answered the thug with a powerful voice and tone of voice.

'Hanh. I'm here to see Ramsey, too," she said, "but I'm here with an empty shell. I was here to see Ramsey, too, and now I'm all alone in the house," she said. I'd rather hear where he's gone.
Lie to me, old lady!
If you ain't got it in you, I ain't gonna stop you!
Where's the guy who can't take a beating?

　It didn't look like the old woman was lying to me, but the goons didn't trust her with their heads and threatened her with more and more mensch. They tried to poke the old woman around.

　At this point, if I'd been so inclined, it would have been easy to break in. No one has the status to keep up with my speed.
　But I dared to stand on the sidelines.

"Don't you dare touch me with your dirty hands!

　The old woman kicked the thug in the groin with a powerful kick before he could poke her.
　One agony, an impressive feat of skill (or is it the front of the foot?) It was.
　And the brilliance of it was enough to let the hoodlums see the difference in ability.

Geez...
What the hell, you old b*tc*...
"Is it a bakémon?
Where's the guy who wants to get beat up?

　And the remaining nine people suddenly lost their vigor.
　You don't know that until you get a shot in front of someone as powerful as this old woman, you're not ready yet.

"Do you still want me?
No, no...
Nothing....
So I'm just going to walk through it, okay?
Come in.
Hehe, I'd appreciate it if you'd look out for yourself.

　The goons jumped away from around the old woman to make way for her, and the old woman tried to leave with a humph and a sniffle.
　However--.

"Are you stupid, my dear? We can't just sit back and let the U.S. Army's "Ungoing Warriors" get away with it. What are you going to do?

　A large, muscular man came crawling in from across the street.
　He carries a thick weapon on his hip that no longer resembles a crescent sword (scimitar), but rather a meat cleaver.

''Bazin-san!''

　The goons call out the big man's name as they cheer.
　Half afraid of being scolded, but the other half relieved to be saved.
　That's how much faith they have in this big man called Bazin.
　The awe-inspiring attitude of a moment ago is nowhere to be found.

"Gevahahahahaha, time to pay your dues, old lady!
You know what to expect, right?　Bazin-san's Hot Air Sword is a pain in the ass!
Now's the time to be quiet and puke on the old man's whereabouts.
Where's the guy who can't take a beating?

　He suddenly started to come alive and cheerfully surrounded the old woman again.

'Humph!'

　And the old woman sniffed boringly.
　She didn't deal with the agitation of the small fry.
　She just stared cautiously at Bajin, who was loosely coming over.
　The old woman must have noticed.
　She must have realized that she was no match for this Bajin.

　I'm not saying that the old woman's 〈level〉 is low.
　It's just that he's a good guardian. It's also probably a support role.
　On the other hand, Bazin is more in the middle guard than in the vanguard.
　If the two are in the same level range, there is no reason for the old woman to be an opponent.

　This is a natural law (system) detailed in the strategy book--
Thieves who value bravery more than the art of stealing, and whose sub-occupation is the vanguard (mainly bandits and thieves), learn the skill of the Gale Wind Sword at level 15.
　When Bazin used the Hot Wind Sword skill, the goons would babble on and on about it.
　From the name, we can assume that this skill is an enhanced derivative of the Gale Wind Sword.

　Regardless of how well one understands the laws of nature (the system) and whether or not one can do it consciously, one can continue to train a skill, and when one levels up, by giving up most of the increase in status, the skill itself is strengthened and can be derived into a new skill group.

I learned the Gale Wind Sword at level 15 and liked it so much that now that I'm at level 16, I've been training myself to become even more powerful with the Hot Wind Sword.

　Bazin's bragging confirmed my assumption.
　.........No, I know you want to brag, but can you reveal your hand in a berating way?
　I'm dumbfounded, but my eyes just get tougher.
　The fact that this bazin is an idiot is obvious, even in the current conversation.
　I'm sure you're aware of the natural law (system), let alone level and status.
　Are they smart or stupid?

　I'm sure the leader of the U.S. Army's U.S. Army is behind this guy, and he's probably guiding them.
　I know from the book of deception that Prince Heydar is the leader.
　As a member of the royal family, it should be easy for him to use his Personality Assessment skills to find out the levels of his minions. He could tell them orally and make them aware of it.

　However, it's one thing to know the laws of nature (systems), and quite another to know them.
　Is Heydar a tricky knowledgeable person?
　Is there another wise man in the room?
　I wonder.

　Anyway, there was no point in worrying about that now.
　I approached the old woman for the first time.

'Do you need help?'
Han. If I don't ask for help, why won't the youngsters of today move on?
I just remembered that I'm a very respectful man.
Just go ahead and do it.

　The old woman's mannerisms were somewhat twisted, but I enjoyed the conversation.
　I don't like lively old people. They remind me of the teachers at the school.

　Letting out a sneaky laugh, I stood in Bazin's path.

"Hey, bean sprout. I don't think you're trying to stab me in the back, Bazin.
Didn't mean to imply that?
'Oh, come on, are you going to die to save this withered hag?　Are you a haggard pervert?
'You're not listening to me?　I'm full of respectful spirit.
Don't you listen to me?　I'm level 16, okay?
So what?
Ha-ha. That doesn't ring a bell with me, does it?　Well, that's normal. It was my fault. Well, let me inform you, ignorant and illiterate. Even the strongest warrior in the palace of Alabang, Jamakh, is only level 15!　Now you know how scary I am!

　No matter how elaborate the explanation was, my line didn't change.

'So what?'

　A thick blue streak appeared on Bazin's temple and he snapped out.
　He pulls out a meat cleaver and slashes at me with his spirit.

''Hoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!''

　He swings the meat cleaver with such speed that it doesn't even catch the eye of an ordinary person.
　The sword blade ignites from the heat of friction with the air, creating a fierce fire.

"So, I got it!
Bazin-san's Hot Air Sword!
"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. Where's the guy who wants to get clobbered?

　I chanted a quick spell, mixed with a sigh.

'Fran y ren el,'

　A huge extreme pillar of fire erupts from the ground in Bazin's path.
　As expected of a level 16 boast, Bazin stopped as soon as he could, but just by being seared on the tip of his nose, it ignites there in a grand manner.

''Heat(a)chiaaaaaaaaaaaa!

　Writhing in agony, Bajin strikes his nose, which has been turned into a living lamp, to extinguish the fire.

What, what was that, what was that?
Fire IV. It's a spell that can be learned in le-be-l- 3-1-1.

　I blabbered on and on.
　Of course, I had no intention of bragging about it.
　It was to remind them of the difference in strength.
　If I really hurt him, I'd feel sorry for him.

　I ignored Bazin, who was sitting on his haunches, and headed toward the old woman.
　The goons were still there, but their souls seemed to have been drained. Me and the old woman also treat them like air.

'Nice to meet you. My name is Magnus. I am Magnus the Wizard. And I am here to ask for Lord Ramsey's help in defeating the Witch King and saving the world.
Han. That's another big one. But I hate it when you don't sound like a man of principle.
That's very nice of you to say. While you're at it, may I ask your name?

　I asked, and the old woman sniffed, "Huh," she said. It's a habit.

I'm Krim," she said. I'm Krim, the female monk.

　The old woman said her name bluntly, as if it was oddly hard to say her name.
　And I didn't even say anything.

You're laughing at your old lady, "I don't know if this is the pattern of the Crim?　Han, I wasn't born an old lady either, dear sir.

　I tried to sulk.