【Viro Dawn】【Race: Human Male】【Rank 4】
【Mana Capacity: 172/220】30Up【HP: 283/320】10Up
【Overall Combat Strength: 1056 (During Body Enhancement: 1281)】156Up
Viro’s combat strength has also increased in these three years. Considering his age, it should be difficult for his stats to increase so rapidly, so the main increase must be in magic.
With these numbers, he should be able to fight a non-weakened Orc Soldier head-on. More than that, he has a lot of combat experience, so it would still be difficult for me to win against him properly (・・) right now.
“…………”
I returned the Black Knife to its sheath and attached it behind my waist, then turned to Galbas and picked up the finished Pendulum Blade.
“You said it was Demon Iron, but it’s Magic Steel now. Is the maintenance the same as before?”
“Yeah, it’s a good piece, right? To turn iron into steel, you mix in a little graphite, but in the case of Demon Iron, you mix in a little Mythril powder to make Magic Steel. This ratio and mixing method is a secret of each workshop. If a bad craftsman does it, the hardness will increase, but the strength will decrease.”
“Hey? What’s wrong with you guys?”
Viro, who had been making some kind of excuse because I had directed Killing Intent at him, stared at me and Galbas in amazement.
“That was a joke earlier. You were trying to get behind the scout, so we’re even, right?”
“Gahahaha, Viro, you got one over on you by your disciple! That’s why you’re always being deceived by women!”
“…Seriously, stop calling me a kid, Galbas.”
Viro, looking dejected, sat down on a nearby long chair as Galbas slapped his knee and laughed while drinking sake. Viro-related jobs end up being troublesome, but even so, there is a level of trust between us that we won’t “sell” each other out.
Besides, he was only in a client-adventurer relationship with that “organization,” and he wasn’t the type of person who would actively antagonize his disciple.
While giving us a slightly resentful look, Viro frowned and sighed.
“Even so, Aria… Not only your appearance, but you’ve changed too much in just three years. What’s with that combat strength? It’s not the strength of a kid.”
“Long time no see. Have you gotten a little stronger too, Viro?”
My appearance has become that of a 13-14 year old, and even if I’m called a kid, I’m rarely treated like a child. The height has grown to that of an adult woman, even if the body is not thick.
When I leaked my honest impression after seeing Viro’s combat strength, his cheeks twitched slightly for some reason.
“Hey, Ash-covered. This kid has been re-training in magic and everything else, thinking he’s going to be surpassed by his disciple. In fact, he’s really about to be surpassed! Gahahaha!”
“It’s not like that.”
Viro glared at Galbas, then turned his gaze to me.
“A lot has happened since you disappeared. It’s true that that “organization” was looking for you, but Sera and her son were worried about you.
After a while, I heard rumors of a guy called “Ash-Covered Princess.” I heard nothing but bad rumors, such as being at odds with the Assassin Guild and the Thieves’ Guild, or destroying some branch.
The Underworld seems wide but is narrow. The more flamboyant a person is, the more likely they are to encounter them in unexpected places, so it’s only natural to be wary, right? People who know the Underworld don’t even think about antagonizing those two guilds… Well, I don’t know anyone other than you who would do such reckless things.”
“…I see.”
It seems that Viro was almost certain of my survival, partly because of the “nickname” given to me by the Thieves’ Guild.
He must have been looking for me too, but Viro said that he found me here by chance. He came to this barony as an adventurer and to have Galbas make something that could be used for another job.
That “other job” is what he wants to “personally request” from me.
“Galbas, the dagger maintenance will be finished by tomorrow, right?”
“That’s right. Even if I maintain the kid’s weapon, it will be finished by then. So, what about the Throwing Knives? I have about ten thin ones?”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll come to pick them up tomorrow.”
When I asked Galbas, I received the Pendulum Blade and turned to Viro.
“I have something to do at the Adventurer’s Guild, so let’s talk outside.”
After leaving Galbas’ place with Viro, I also stopped by Victor’s general store to report my survival, bought a used cloak, gave him some Silver Coins, and had him take food and sake to Galbas’ place.
I couldn’t receive the price for the Black Dagger either, so I decided to pay with goods… I wonder if Viro is bringing materials like Magic Stones for the same reason?
“You have something to do at the Adventurer’s Guild, is it that bag? The reason you didn’t sell it to the old man at the general store is because of a material collection request?”
“Well, something like that.”
I think even the Guild, which is moving in various directions, would be troubled if it wasn’t at least an Orc General’s Magic Stone.
“Well, it’s good timing because I was also called to the Guild.”
“What did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. Apparently, a “major incident” has occurred in this territory. Until a Rank 4 or higher party is found, they want me to take command.”
“Hee…”
I wonder if something happened again? Also, the words “major incident” reminded me that I was being targeted, so I warned him just in case.
“Oh, and by the way, it might be troublesome to be with me, but Viro will be fine, right?”
“…Are you trusting my skills? Or do you not care?”
“Both.”
Viro will be able to handle things well even if he gets caught up in it. He frowned at my words, probably remembering that I was being targeted by the Underworld Guild.
“Well, I have something to talk about that too. If you “help” me, I can create a situation where it will be difficult for them to lay a hand on you, although it won’t completely eliminate it. How about it?”
“…In the end, what’s the job?”
Viro stopped once and looked straight at me, then began to speak with a serious face, which was rare for him.
“This is something that concerns you too, but even if I couldn’t contact you, I was planning to do it with me and one other person. It’s barely possible with me and one other person, but if you support us, the success rate will increase. Listen, Aria, this job is–“
“……………”
…It’s still “troublesome,” isn’t it? After hearing the “job description” from Viro, I secretly sighed, knowing that I absolutely couldn’t refuse.
＊
When I arrived at the Adventurer’s Guild, there was more tension than before, and many adventurers looked anxious. When I found that receptionist at the counter, she noticed me and stood up to wave at me.
“Aria-san, welcome back. I’m glad you returned safely… Oh, you. Were you there?”
“I’ve been next to this guy the whole time!?”
The receptionist’s smile turned into a grimace in an instant, and Viro leaned forward to protest.
“Well, whatever. I’m Viro of the Rainbow Sword, who received a request from Dandole’s Guild. Haven’t you heard from the branch manager here?”
“You’re…!? …Looks can be deceiving.”
“Still as terrible as ever.”
“Well then… Aria-san, how was the situation on the ground? If you have any important information, I will report it to the branch manager.”
“Yeah. The higher-ranking Orcs are gone now.”
“…Huh?”
The receptionist’s expression froze in a businesslike manner, and Viro’s head moved like a rusty gear as he stared at me intently.
…Oh, I see. The “major incident” that Viro was talking about was about the Orcs. I didn’t care because I thought it was over. As I was thinking that, an acquaintance found me among the adventurers in the lobby and rushed over to me.
“Aria!”
“You were safe, I’m glad.”
The two were Jill and Shuri, orphans from the Slums. They were happy to see that I was safe, but at the same time, they showed an unconcealable anxious look.
“So, what happened to the town!?”
“…Is this uncle Aria’s father? They don’t look alike.”
“That’s why I’m still thirty-eight…”
That’s why he’s older than my father.
“There is no longer a threat to that town.”
“Eh…”
Jill tilted his head, not understanding the meaning, and the receptionist leaned out from the counter.
“What does that mean? Did the Orc General move somewhere?”
“I brought this. I want you to confirm it.”
When I placed the fur bag on the counter, everyone’s eyes widened at the large number of scattered Magic Stones and the Orc General’s Magic Stone, which was about the size of a fist.
Among them, Viro took the Magic Stone and observed it closely.
“Aria… This isn’t an Orc General’s Magic Stone!”
“Ehhhh!? Wait, then, this big one is an Orc Soldier!? And fifty Orcs worth!?”
Apparently, by 【Appraising】 the Mana remaining in the Magic Stone, you can tell what kind of Magic Stone it is.
Appraisals aren’t just for living things, huh… The two adults who started appraising the Magic Stones must have been incredibly shocked, because their loud voices caused a stir throughout the Guild.
…This is getting troublesome.
“Investigate the authenticity yourselves. I think a report will arrive from the town in a few days. Can you buy the Magic Stones?”
As I said this calmly, the receptionist, who had been wide-eyed, hurriedly nodded.
“Y-yes, of course. But if possible, please explain it to the Branch Manager…”
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you, right? You’ll understand when the Adventurers return from that town. Well then, I’ll come back later for the payment for the Magic Stones.”
“Eeeeeh!?”
“Aria!? Wait a minute!”
“Viro-san, don’t run away! I can’t explain this to the Branch Manager by myself!”
After all, even if I said I defeated them, they wouldn’t believe me until the town’s Adventurers returned, so I decided it was a waste of time.
Before things got troublesome, I pushed everything onto the “adults,” turned my back on the confused receptionist and Viro, who had been caught by her, and started walking through the lobby. As I did, several Adventurers standing in the lobby silently cleared a path for me.
Taking advantage of the confusion, Jill and Shuri, who didn’t quite understand the “adult circumstances,” caught up with me in an alleyway.
“Aria? I didn’t really understand what was going on…”
“You’re so dumb, Onii-chan. Aria somehow dealt with the Orcs, right? Right?”
“Something like that. There might be a few left, but the problem is gone.”
To reassure them, I said it clearly. Jill, trying to grab my hand with tears in his eyes, had his hand chopped away, and Shuri grabbed my hands with both of hers.
“Aria… thank you.”
“It’s okay. More importantly, it’s better if you’re not seen with me too much.”
“Yeah… I hope things get resolved on your end soon too! See you again, Aria! Come on, Onii-chan, let’s go.”
“H-hey, Shuri! Aria, see ya!”
Pulling Jill’s hand and dragging him away, I lightly waved back at the two who were repeatedly looking back, and muttered softly, “See you later.”
“Later,” huh… When will I be able to talk to them normally?
“…Why don’t you come out?”
As I said that, three young men appeared from the shadows of the alley.
“Whoa, this kid noticed us.”
“I’ve heard rumors, but she’s really a young girl.”
“Seriously, why did the big brothers tell us ‘hands off’?”
They were young Adventurers in their late teens or early twenties. Since they were all wearing dirty leather armor, I figured they were a party of light warriors or scouts.
Their combat power was all around 150… around the first half of Rank 2. But listening to their conversation, I had a hunch about their “identity.”
“The Thieves’ Guild, huh? The other thieves said they wouldn’t antagonize me, though?”
As I said that, the thieves grinned mockingly.
“Hey, don’t get cocky, kid.”
“That ‘old man’ seemed strong, but being alone was his mistake.”
“The big brothers told us not to touch you, but if we capture you and bring you back, we might become official members, or even executives right away!”
“…………”
I see, the Thieves’ Guild’s underlings… no, thugs.
Apparently, those “big brothers” of theirs received direct orders from above, but only gave a vague explanation to the underlings.
That’s why they didn’t understand the danger of going against the “Guild’s” orders, or the reason why they decided not to antagonize me.
“If you come with us quietly, you won’t get hurt, you know?”
“Hurry up and drop your weapon.”
“Don’t even think about resisting. If you do, who knows what will happen to those kids from earlier—”
Hyuun!!
As he said that, a horizontal red line ran across the throat of the man who had raised his face to look down on me, and he collapsed, spurting a large amount of blood.
“Eh…”
“Hey…”
To the other man, who was confused and didn’t understand the situation, I threw the [Slashing Style] circular Pendulum again, roughly slashing his throat.
“…Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii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