282 - - a rest before a moment's worth-a rest before a moment's notice

"It's a beautiful day again, isn't it?"

Raszel silently shook his head at the quiet words of his boss, who usually speaks in a hurried tone.

Balconia is always like this with people with whom there is no need to play games.

According to him, this habit of talking a lot to keep the other party from concentrating on his thoughts is the result of his long experience as a negotiator in "The Bearer of Burning Flame.

The roughly dressed swordsman walks beside Balconia, who has fallen silent again after speaking a few words, without saying a word.

And there is one more animal that quietly stands by the two of them.

This is Razzel's dog, Bau.

This big dog with silver fur is ten years old this year.

He looks like a vicious wolf, but he has a gentle temperament and never barks in vain.

For some reason, since Rasel was promoted to the Kongo class, Barukkonia has been accompanying this dog on his daily walks during vacations.

However, they did not seem to have anything in particular to say to each other.

They just walked side by side and occasionally muttered something they noticed.

That was all they did, but it was enough to make us feel at ease.　

Raszel has started to go to a new hunting ground, an abandoned underground prison, but he has quickly reached a dead end.

Unlike in the past, the opponents are almost completely immune to fire-clad weapons.

Because there were many troublesome attacks, the method of striking the maximum blow before being knocked down was too exhausting and put a burden on the rear guard.

In addition, there is the pressure of the fact that his predecessor, Straccia, was too good.

However, Raschel, who was frustrated at first because he could not move as he wished, is not so frustrated now.

He has calmed down a lot.

When he had been beaten up unilaterally by Thor in the past, Barconia had been the only one who had defended him amidst the backbiting of those around him.

He said that it was his fault for not checking the details of the request and not gathering enough information.

It must have been more difficult for Barconia, who was almost impervious to fire magic.

However, the flame wizard with a mustache grew a mustache and did what he had to do without a single word of complaint.

This attitude changed Razzel's mind.

First of all, he decided to do his duty as a swordsman.

At the same time, he is grateful to Barconia for her concern.

Razzel secretly admires his boss for being so attentive to the people around him.

Suddenly, Barconia turns her gaze toward a storefront.

This area near the main square is lined with food stores.

The man with the short beard was interested in one of them, a butcher store.

"Excuse me, may I stop by for a moment?

"Yes, please."

As a Kongo-class Raschel, you will not be blamed for bringing your dog along.

However, the swordsman, thinking that it would disturb the other guests, decided to wait outside with his dog for his boss with the tug rope in his hand.

After a while, Barconia comes out with a large package in his hand and a happy look on his face.

"I have a little favor to ask you. No, I found something good. Oh, here, take one."

With these words, he handed me a piece of ham as hard as a dead tree.

He also offered Bau a larger bone.

"Thank you very much."

"No, no, it's my pleasure. I apologize for always interrupting your walk."

After saying this, Balconia walked away and looked up at the sky again and muttered.

"Well, it's really nice just to look at the blue sky.

Raszel did not reply, but simply pulled his chin slightly.

A room in the temple.

In a corner of the room, which was too messy to be the residence of a young woman, Mordamo sat in a chair and watched the behavior of the woman in front of him.

On the bed, sitting amongst the clothes he has taken off, Licori has in her hand the dismantled parts of a flute.

She polishes them carefully, one by one, occasionally turning them to the window to check their luster.

It is a very simple task.

Mordamo watches the scene in silence.

He is never bored. In fact, it can watch forever.

His mother, a diver, used to work like that, silently cleaning the shells she had just picked.

The island of Moldamo's birth was located in the far eastern part of the archipelago of Triala.

The rocky and rough sea is not suitable for fishing by boat.

However, the abundance of black-lipped mussels and other shellfish made it a popular place for open water diving.

Moldamo used to go into the sea to look for them since he was a child.

Whenever he recalls his hometown, the image that comes to his mind is that of the blue-green view from the bottom of the water.

That view is gone now.

I heard that the whole island disappeared at the beginning of this year, swallowed by a noxious sea wave.

The Soukei man let out a small breath and slowly closed his eyes.

He checks the faces of his parents, friends and acquaintances behind his eyelids one by one.

There is something that must be done to save them.

"Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes and before I knew it, Ricoli was standing beside me, peering at me with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said.

"I see. Good."

Kanasi looked a little hesitant, but then, as if determined, he held out his hand.

In the palm of his hand was a knife with a blade that swept from side to side.

"Moo-chan, tell me a story again, won't you?"

"Yes, I'll take care of it.

"Well, let's play again sometime."

"Bye, Moo-chan."

See you later, guys.

Moe waved his hands in the air with a good mood on his face as his many friends said their goodbyes.

Six months ago, she had been living in a back alley with a bunch of stray cats, but now, despite Thor and his friends' concerns, she had settled in well at the Temple of Exploration school.

Not only has she adjusted, but she is now the most popular girl in the school.

Although she is a hero who has contributed to many great deeds, she has no attitude of being a great person, perhaps because she is hardly aware of such a thing.

In fact, he is so honest that people around him are worried about him.

And yet, when you ask him about it, his mouth is full of stories about the depths of the maze that even adults don't know about.

Furthermore, they are willing to show us their magic tricks if we ask them to, and come up with interesting games one after another.

It's no wonder they are not very popular.

Because of the border town, there are many children who yearn to be adventurers, and now there is a large circle of people around Moe whenever he comes to school.

After enjoying his school life to the fullest, Moe vigorously pushes open the door of the temple of exploration and runs out.

Already his feet are covered in blue lightning, and his striped shoes are slightly raised off the ground.

"Jamoo, Jamoo, sweet moo!"

Today's snack is said to be a dish full of apples, Moo's favorite.

We must hurry home.

Just as the child was about to run out of the house, a voice called out to him as if it was waiting for him.

"Mummeme-sama, we have been waiting for you.

"Mwah!"

The person who greeted me was someone I knew well.

It was the woman who served as Mu's educator in the court temple.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I'm here to see you."

The child tilted his head to the side at the woman's sudden words.

Today was not the day to attend the court temple.

"Moo, we have to eat a snack soon. Can we do it after?"

"I beg your pardon. Actually, Master Thor is waiting for me at the temple.

"Tor-chan?"

Yes, I have received word that you need to come quickly.

"Really?

As he listened to her, Moe activated his .

He had been told many times by Thor that when he was called to the court temple without a plan, he should use this characteristic to see the person he was going to meet.

The woman in front of me who nodded her head showed no sign of lying.

It seems that something really happened to Thor.

The child, his heart almost bursting with worry, jumps up again in a panic.

Tor-chan, Moo is coming!