Impossible.

　Phil thought from the bottom of his heart.

　It's probably an S-ranked one that he took in and made up anyway.

　I admit that he has some ability, but he's still far below me.

　However, I became somewhat suspicious of that as well.

　I thought he was a somewhat better man since he was even allowed by the guild to be beside Soria-sama, so I thought he was a somewhat better man.

　That's why he pointed the tip of his sword at her, it was also a test of his skill.

　However, the man named Jide didn't even show any intention of fighting with him, but closed the door and returned to his room.

　A man like that beside Soria-sama?

　Impossible.

　Again, Phil thought with all his heart.

(It would be easy to just break down the door and tell him to withdraw it. ...... but it would be hard to stay with Lady Soria if I did that)

　The inn is a place for everyone to use and a place to relieve the weariness of travelers.

　I couldn't break down the door to such a place.

　He gritted his back teeth in frustration.

　I put my sword back in its scabbard and left the inn.



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　It was on Phil's way home.

　A paved forest road connecting the Holy Republic to the kingdom.

　There were few people on the street, but a pair of women walked in front of Phil.

　A beautiful woman with red hair and a beautiful girl with golden hair.

　The area is quiet and their conversation naturally enters my ears.

''Totally. You know, we lost our share because Jade received a request from the frontier. That's a walking request suction machine.

　The red-haired beauty - Kåñëa is puffing out her cheeks in an angry manner.

''The mercenary group has gone to another frontier, you know. That's too good.

　The beautiful blonde girl seemed to be directing her envy rather than her anger.

　The topic of conversation seemed to be spilling over into Jide's complaining, and Phil couldn't help but listen in comfort.

　But that was the moment when they crossed paths with the duo - the moment they crossed paths.

'But we can't have him accept a request to get into Jide's party as soon as possible. We have to sell ourselves as being able to keep up with his pace.

　The red-haired beauty said.

　Phil stopped unnaturally with a snap.

　Naturally, Kåñëa and Sheila turned around to get a hint of it.

'What do you mean it's Zied's party?'

　Blurting out, Phil muttered.

　Quena nodded her head as she realized that they had been touched on the subject.

'What?'　What does it matter?

'Are you sure that's a charisma party thing?'

Well, yes.

　Kåñëa answered Phil's question.

　In fact, Kåñëa's goal is to get into Jide's party and look back at her sister and the people around her.

　Whether it was a charismatic party or with Jide, the result would be the same.

'Hey Kåñëa. This guy has some kind of bad vibe about him.

　Sheila whispered, tapping Quena on the shoulder.

　But the call was a little late.

　Phil drew his sword and held it up.

　Sheila and Kåñëa, with their outstanding swordsmanship and experience, drew their swords at each other in response to Phil's hostility and movement.

I'm not sure if I'm a candidate for his party. Then let's see if you can't get your hands on it.

What?　What are you talking about? It's not that I'm a candidate, it's just that I've been rejected.

'No, I'd like to think I'm a candidate. I'm going to be a party with Zid and eventually the party of my life: ......!

Sheila will not be quiet--!

　As Kuena turned her eyes in dismay at Sheila's words, which were neither blurry nor serious, she swallowed her words at the magic and pressure that flooded out of her eyes.

　The hand holding the sword naturally twitched in response.

''I'm Phil Agee.''

'...... swordsmanship ......!

　The name was familiar to Kuena.

　It would be rare to not know it in the human race.

　Naturally, Sheila broke out in a cold sweat, perhaps because she knew it too.

'Let's see how good someone who wants to join Zied's party is, let's test them. Come on, you two.

Quena ......!　You know what I mean: ......

...... I know, I know.

　Gulping, the two men gulped hard.

　Kåñëa opened her mouth as she continued.

''Definitely a strong ......--''

"-- this guy ...... 'rival' ......!

What are you talking about?

This is someone who wants to party with Jed!　Obviously!

Really?

...... It can't be. No, it can't be. That guy!

　Phil, numbed by their conversation, slashed at them.

　First it was Kåñëa.

　A heavy sword presses down on him.

''Kuhn ......!''

　It's so heavy that Kåñëa holds the sword blade down with her left hand.

　The footprints made by clenching are crawling.

'Eeeeeeew!'

　A shadow pokes Phil from beside Kuena. It's Sheila.

　It's a relentless blow aimed at a vital point. The speed, power, timing and timing are all too sufficient.

　But Phil lowered his sword and took it lightly.

　That's not all.

　Faster than Sheila could bring her sword back, Phil tried to strike a faster, more speedy blow.

　But Kåñëa's sword blocked it. At the same time, Sheila's sword, which was about to be returned, aimed at Phil's side of the head and made a single cleave to the side -- and Phil leaned forward to avoid it as he tried to do so.

--detected.

　Before you can even think about it, Kuena, who was blocking Phil's sword, is pushed.

''Is your speed and power ...... that much?''

　Kåñëa and Sheila are played by Phil's sword pressure and fall flying.

　They are not slashed, thanks to Kåñëa's sword blade being barely in between.

'Strong ......'

　Kuena muttered sincerely.

　In just a few seconds, the difference in strength was clearly rising.

　Moreover, this is two against one.

　If it's one against one--.

　Kuena clutches the soil in frustration.

'Yeah, you're right. I am strong. You are weak. In the first place, this strength is the absolute requirement to be next to Lady Thoria.'

You can go to ....... What do you mean by that?

It's not a big deal for him to be able to talk about Jade's party when he's this weak. I have to complain directly to the guild about the charismatic party.

"What?　What we say about that guy doesn't determine how good he is ......!

　Phil didn't respond to Kåñëa's words.

　But he also knew he wasn't good enough to hold Phil off.

　Kåñëa and Sheila could only watch their backs as they left.

...... frustrated.

　Sheila's muttering causes Kåñëa to sit up.

　She brushes the dust from her clothes.

'So you want me to be more diligent. It's frustrating, but he's right. At this rate, if we sell ourselves to Zied, people won't recognize us.'

'Gunnu-uh ...... Well, I'm not the worst party, but as long as I can be with Jide.

You're in deep shit.

　I say this as a tease, but Sheila was the first to express her regret.

　They recognize each other's frustration.

　And then, somewhat blown away, we hear the usual conversation.