Haha ...... haha ......!

　Out of breath, the girl, Willa, was running down the street.

　She didn't care if the people on the road looked at her strangely, she was running according to her own thoughts.

　It was to report to the Knights that the man who was almost forced to marry her father politically was involved in the destruction of the Old Kingdom generation.

(But if the Knights and your father had a relationship: ......?)

　Suddenly, Willa thought.

　It was the collusion between the Knights and her father, Aidi, who had moved into the new generation.

　Many of the new generation, the generation called the new generation, have replaced their parents as the new civil and military officers. On the other hand, they are also chosen from among the people.

(...... at least someone I know of in the Knights of the Order: ............)

　Willa, as the daughter of a nobleman, was in touch with all sides.

　That is, of course, with her own knightly order. And the members and leaders of the Knights that Willa could picture were not doing anything evil.

　At least, they didn't have the uncomfortable and disgusting feeling that she had felt for the previous generation of leaders.

(Don't worry. I just have to trust and move on: ......!

　Willa is ready for this.

　Already our relations with other countries are either alliances or enemies. Running away in such a state will not save the country.

　Willa's goal is not to survive. Her goal is to rid the country of her father, the great merchant, and other evil.

'We've found them!

-Oh!

　But they will find us.

　It was already deep in the night, but many mercenaries were already poised.

　The speed with which they acted showed the quality of their mercenaries.

(We were almost there. ......!)

　The mercenaries blocking the area in front of us.

　They are only a few, but they are strong men.

　As the daughter of a nobleman, they have been given some combat training, but they would not have been able to pass even if the mercenaries had been alone.

　Willa bristles at her lack of strength.

'Huh. ......'

　Suddenly, there was a missing voice that didn't fit the occasion.

　Mercenaries who seemed to be comfortable but were becoming more alert. The masses who are stuck in a stalemate of tension. And Willa, who is remembering the crisis.

　None of them fit into that category.

　Furthermore, there was a red-haired beauty next to them. That beauty is addressing the man.

'You're unusually tired today,'

I haven't been able to sleep because of the constant stream of appointment requests.

"For the last time, why don't you just say no?

"As I've said repeatedly, it's hard to turn down a request.

You can't declare yourself a slave with such impunity: ......

　The beautiful woman giggles in disgust.

　Willa thought as she listened to such a conversation.

(These people are ...... adventurers. ......!　(And the red-haired one is Kåñëa!

　Willa was familiar with the beautiful woman.

　It was an A-ranked woman who had been based in the royal capital of the Kingdom of Kuzela for some time now.

　Unfortunately, the male one didn't ring a bell, but she remembered seeing his face on some important news.

　I don't remember what news it was, I don't remember clearly.

　But still clutching at straws, Willa opens her mouth.

''S- I'm sorry!　Please help me: ......!

Hmm?

　The two people called out to him respond at the same time.

　Also, in an instant, the beautiful woman pokes the man in the chest.

'It's ...... so don't breathe together ......!

Don't be ridiculous. It's possible, but it takes a lot of nerve. I'm tired now. What's the matter with you?

　The man looks at Willa and asks her.

　'Good grief,' Kåñëa says to the man, putting her hand to her forehead.

'There, don't take the easy way out. There, we're adventurers, so say 'I want to make a request' instead of 'help'.

　Kåñëa says to the man and Willa, pointing his finger at the man with a bish-bish.

　Willa thinks. 'They are adventurers, after all,' she says.

'Yes, I'd like to make a request: ......!

　I say what Kuena told me to say.

'Then I can't just go to the guild and give you a formal request form at .......

　Glancing around, Kåñëa looks around.

　The mercenaries are standing there with bated breath at the presence of two people who have suddenly interfered. One of them is gone. He went to call his companions.

'Do you have money to begin with?　You

......

　Willa realizes when she is told.

　She realizes that she doesn't have a single copper coin in her possession.

　Everything is paid for by the house, and not even the pennies she has herself.

--I can't ask for it.

(No, but ......)

　There used to be ten copper coins that fell in the house.

　I thought it was a coincidence that I still have them in my room.

But there are only 10 coppers: ......

...... would be an F-grade, but it's clearly not an aptitude rank.

　No matter how much of a nobleman he was born, Willa also understood how little ten copper coins were.

　In terms of the abilities of the mercenaries surrounding them, they would have to ask Kåñëa to accept it.

　Even so, they would still have to ask her to accept it somehow.

''What is your request?''

　But suddenly the man next to her asks.

　Willa hesitates a bit and answers.

'Gosh, an escort. To the Order!'

Then it was a five-minute walk, right?

''Hey. Obviously, ten coppers isn't worth it: ......

It's a request.

You cheapen up like that again: ......

Hey, hey, I'm splitting things up real good these days, okay?　This one, well, it looks like it'll be over soon.

It'll be over soon?　Oh, yes!　I'll get this over with in a heartbeat!

　The man's words make him mad, and one of the mercenaries who had been watching the situation until now attacks him.

　The other mercenaries move along with it.

''The request won't be a verbal promise.

Huh. I've got the request form, just in case. Here, write it down.

Oh, three cheers.

　The man signs the paper handed to Kåñëa. -- at the same time, he renders the approaching mercenaries incapable of fighting with a single cleave.

　Everyone is stunned by how quickly it happened.

　The scene is such that the mercenaries are made to believe that they have fallen on their own.

''Yes, then you're next. I'll submit the request to the guild, so write here your request, your name and the reward is ten copper coins.

'What ......?　Oh, ha, yes ......!

　Stunned but regaining my composure, I check the request form and run the pen that was handed to me as Kåñëa told me to do.

　As I try to write my name at the end, I see the name of the request underwriter. Then I am astonished.

'Oh, you're--'

　Willa reminds me.

　What news and why is this man's face spreading?

　This man--.