263 - - 261. Partial Disappearance

"Well, are the kings and nobles really behaving themselves?"

The view of the royal city blown by the wind from the top of the golden dragon Paltin.

"...... that's it."

You can't touch me when you see this.

On either side of the head of the paltin I ride are Kal on a pure white horse and Galahad on a pitch-black horse. Galahad's second horseman was a horse-shaped beast that sometimes breathed fire as flames burned in the ball joints on its hooves. --<

d*mn, it looks cool on both sides.

I am standing on the head of the golden dragon that is giving a heart mark to Bahamut. Mr. Pertin, the overlapping scales are so rugged that it hurts my buttocks when I sit on them. And yet the surface of the scales themselves are smooth and slippery. ....... When standing, the robe is stable no matter what happens to it, even if it flaps in the wind, thanks to [carry].

I first asked Bahamut to follow the two in the sky, but despite his relative enthusiasm, there was a cavalry battle between the two of us.

"I am too proud to ride Bahamut-sama!　Then I'll do it!"

And if Paltin says

"You're not a cavalryman, Mr. Partin! ......!　I should have been the cavalryman in the first place!"

and Reno.

It's my cavalry war, but no one is fighting for me. In the end, Reno was ordered to escort Mistiff while Paltin was away and dropped out, and since Bahamut was too big for him to see underneath, he had Paltin ride him.

Cal quietly offered to ride on his own horseman, but I'd rather fly with my skills while munching on my rice than ride tandem on that conspicuous white horse.

Below us is the royal city of Faina, with its mesh of waterways. And the ruins of the Marquis of Lobster's mansion, where water quickly poured in from a collapsed canal, causing the adjacent canals to connect to each other like a reservoir. The large site surrounded on all sides by waterways, as is typical of a marquis's house, is submerged, though the water is flowing into a gouged hole rather than having sunk.

The barely remaining land at the edges of the site is collapsing, unable to withstand the powerful water. In Pertin's Breath, a plot where a commercial guild used to be located has been gouged out, in addition to the house. The color of the water at each site has changed to a deep blue, so one can imagine that the holes have been made much deeper.

"Pigyak!"

"Bahamut is very motivated."

You woke up during the banquet of the gods and stayed quiet because you were preparing for a big battle at my request. He is not likely to do anything reckless if he has an immediate opportunity to vent. Bahamut was flying at his original size from the skies above Fast to Faina, and many people must have seen him make two large turns before Paltin breathed his breath. Do we include wings and tail in the size of a dragon?　Mr. Bahamut, I suspect you are bigger than King's Landing.

"Lord ....... The Lord Lobster did not have a good reputation among the nobility, and the commercial guilds have been collecting too many concessions for themselves instead of allocating them to their members. Many would be glad to see this happen."

"Please don't do that, because it will seriously submerge King's Landing cleanly."

Voices from the left and right are urging us not to do this.

The residents will not accept the thought that they don't know anyone in Faina and that they will be able to come back after the event. The game-like thinking tends to prevail if you don't walk around the city and make acquaintances, and the unrealistic situation of looking down on the city from the sky is contributing to this thinking. A little reflection.

The wind is stronger up in the sky, but it's a party conversation, so we can talk without any problem. It seems that this is considered as a kind of skill that is automatically activated by the residents. It is said that there are places and skills that have an obstructive effect, preventing party members from talking to each other.

"I have narrowed down the range of my skill, though it has pierced me deeply. --I would like to see the breath of Bahamut, but they are right, this whole area will be obliterated. We should go where there is no forest, because there is a possibility that the mystiffs are in the forest.

Paltin's words would be followed by a request to show Breath in a place without forests. The location of the Marquise's house is close to the castle, so it seems that the main castle would have fallen if the location was slightly off. Mr. Paltin seems to have learned to control his strength against mystiffs and cavalry beasts, although he seems to be a roughneck.

"There's no sign of anything coming out, so I guess I'll go home.

While stroking Bahamut, I thought about going to the forestless empire to breathe his breath, completely ignoring my earlier reflections. I would like to see Bahamut flying and spitting his breath. It's not every day that things are back to normal after an event, and Bahamut is a cool guy.

"Yes."

"Oh, yeah."

In answer to their questions, I tell Paltin that I am going to transition and quickly return to the general store. Pertin needs to take human form, or it will be a disaster.

The story of why this event is happening goes back to two days ago.

I was summoned by the vice-master of the Adventurers' Guild, and there were two messengers from the Marquis of Lobster waiting for me. Before entering the room, I was told that I was only asked to introduce them and not to do any work for the guild, and that I could refuse their request.

"I tried to talk to Moss of the commercial guild, but he refused. I'm troubled by the fact that the commercial guilds here have been acting in a way that is outside of the headquarters' intentions lately. I have to ask Mr. Doloitz to come to the guild as well.

The man who says this with a smile is the deputy masseur of a commercial guild in King's Landing. I have a bad feeling that he has already turned me down once, and I also have a bad feeling that he complains with a smile.

In the meeting room, or rather reception room, of the Adventurers' Guild, sitting on the sofa are myself and a big man called Doroiz, and next to us is the vice-master of the Commercial Guild in well-tailored clothes. The others are standing, including Marcos, and Cal and Galahad are standing diagonally behind us.

Aside from Doroiz, the submass of the commercial guild seems to be paying more attention to Cal than to me, and although his face is looking at me, more than half of his eyes are on Cal.

"I'll tell Master Lobster about Moss's attitude. I've put him through a lot of trouble, and I'm sure he's prepared for it."

This is House Kaiselbeard of Lobster, House Droits.

"I'll get straight to the point. I'll buy your two beastmen, a black and white wolf and a black wolf."

Yes?

"Not uncommon among Gentiles, but rare among native beasts, Master Lobster wants you. They would be happy in the Marquise's keeping. Especially the white ones if the need arises..."

"...... hey."

Galahad interrupts Doroiz, who continues to blabber on and on, and releases a low voice.

"Hiccup!"

It is not only the voice that is released, but also the killing intent that causes Doroiz to let out a short scream.

"Oh, no, I'm asking you, Mr. Lengard. What kind of a servant does not wait for his master's answer before speaking?

The deputy masses of the commercial guilds seem to have more balls than Doloitz.

"Hey, hey, don't start here. If Lengard refuses to go along with this, he promised to back off.

Marcos, vice-master of the Adventurers' Guild, intervenes. I had met him at the time of my rank-up, but at the time I thought he was an "ex-adventurer" because of his age. Later I heard that he is still active and quite strong.

"Of course I refuse. And Galahad is a friend, not a servant.

"Homura (Lengard)."

"The Lord says so, and I'll leave you to it."

No, the moment you deny your relationship with Galahad, don't start talking about the Lord next to me, Cal!　How about the slight hint of murder in your smile?

"The fact that you didn't give me an immediate answer means that you would consider it under certain conditions, right?　I hate to put it this way, but I'll pay more than the market price, and I can guarantee that King's Landing will be your full-time business selling alcohol at your fast."

The deputy mas of a commercial guild that bites back. I forget his name, but apparently he is more of a crook than Doroitz.

"The guarantee from King's Landing means two things: one from the commercial guilds and one from the royal court. --Two mere beasts are a bargain, aren't they?"

I stare at the man's face with a wry smile on my face.

"Too bad. I was wondering whether I should destroy the Marquise of Lobster first, or if other nobles would come out after I destroy them, whether it would be more efficient to clear the land of the entire royal city first.

Since our current conversation has led us to the conclusion that the commercial guilds in King's Landing should also be destroyed, I think I would prefer the whole city.

"You think you can do that?　We can ask you to put pressure on several different influential people. Even though you have Mr. Lancelot, depending on your answer, Fast will be put in a bad position.

"Yes, yes. You don't get away with this against the Marquise of Lobster!

Droits, who after falling silent as if he had swallowed a stick, started talking about the deputy masters of the commercial guild who were asking subtle questions that were slightly off the mark and who seemed to be very much a villain of the third rank.

"Homura (Lengard)....... Is it physics that crushes?"

"Yeah, I think Bahamut's breath will do the trick. And now we have Paltin."

The two men looked slightly uncomfortable when I mentioned Paltin's name. Apparently, they were more afraid of Paltin than of Bahamut. She used to fly over the empire and was treated like an active bad dragon, come to think of it.

I thought that Bahamut might have trouble holding back, so I thought that the whole city should be taken care of. The capital of the Aisle is heavily warded, and Fagat has its own wards. However, in Faina, there are only individual barriers such as adventurers' guilds and temples, and I don't feel the existence of such barriers on a national scale. If there really are no tricks, I think we can get there in one shot.

"No, yeah. Because it sounded like a clearing mixed with a crushing,...... seriously."

"Lord, in these cases, crushing usually means social sanctions. ......"

The two people who asked with slightly puzzled looks on their faces.

"That's not my area of expertise, so I'll pass."

I don't think we should be playing to their strengths!

"I have a feeling that the conversation is being lightened by something more disturbing than it was earlier: ......"

Marcos is puzzled.

"I wish you'd stop spouting dreamy nonsense. If you offer me a beast on the way here, there will be no more compensation."

"You should regret defying the Marquise de Lobster!"

Galahad and Cal look at the poor things as they argue, apparently thinking they can't do it.

"Well, if we don't get confirmation by the end of the day tomorrow that the royal court is not in the Marquis of Lobster's debt, then we'll leave the city.

"You don't seem to see reality. You're a fool to go against the Marquise with just two beastmen's children..."

"Stop saying that Lapidus and Noel are just a bunch of fools."

Interrupting the vice mass's words, he invoked [awe]. I didn't want to invoke it, but [awe] and [awe] are influenced by emotions.

In short, I am angry too.

While I blinked slowly and opened my eyes, the two men in front of me, Doroitz collapsed, unable to breathe, and the vice-mas of the commercial guild was also drenched in sweat and dizzy.

Galahad told me later that he was so angry that I did not recognize him, but it was as if the air was physically heavier, the temperature was lower, and there was a tingling and fine thunder.

The next day I received a letter through the Adventurers' Guild that the royal court had nothing to do with the actions of the Marquise of Lobster. It must have been the effect of having Paltin and Bahamut fly over the city during the day. Also, Kal and Galahad fluttered out when I came back from the guild, so they might have done something.

So, we opened an event that we had no intention of destroying, and we made a hole in a section of Faina, the capital of the kingdom. We had been warned and we would have had time to escape. But I don't think they had time to take out all the furniture and documents, so give up on that.

I don't know if I should tell you this, but do you know what a meeting is?

"If we didn't know who the Lord was, we wouldn't have been able to negotiate, and the result might have been the same. ....... It might have been a good opportunity."

"But even so, would you normally wonder whether to sink the Marquise's house or to go with him to the royal capital in case he might join them later?"

"It was they who smelled the cooperation of many influential people. ......"

Galahad whines to me, and Cal follows him up. But neither of them will make eye contact, why!