The name of the self-proclaimed envoy was Oswal.

As it turns out, the lord of the place where I first had a fight with the gatekeeper was a baron, and the nobleman he served as a count considered it very disgraceful, so he wrote his own hand.

Ragnis, Envelde, and even the Marquess of Kelvast are counts, so counts feel really dirty and common, but they’re not common at all. Even in Itthiel, I was mainly active only with Ogwen and the capital, so the old count family had one or two barons and they were going around their necks in the provinces.

The same was the case with the Count whom Oswal served. A family with a long history and deep power, which crawls on its own just by hearing its name in the area where I live.

“So that Count McKellen is here... What’s the name of the kingdom?”

“...the Kingdom of Kaldar.”

For a moment, a look of ‘I don’t even know where the real land is stepping on’ appears on his face, and as soon as he raises his hand with the intention of hitting it, it disappears.

“Keep an eye out.”

“Yes yes!”

“Anyway, that Count McKellen is a person of power recognized here in the Kingdom of Caldar, so even pointing out the mistakes of his subordinates is a challenge and an insult to him, right?”

“Well, to be specific, even though there is a way to express it more smoothly, directly...”

This time, he noticed and looked down, so as not to give a chance, he immediately swung his hand and hit the back of the head.

“Damn it . You guys did it first, so why am I taking care of you? If you twist it, you should have managed the gatekeeper well. When I mistakenly thought that there was an empire right behind me, what was that bastard who couldn’t do anything and just stomped his feet? wonman?”

He clutched at the back of his head, grinning, but soon set about loading the corpses of the elven hunters onto what used to be their wagon.

No matter how much I received the request from the Count, as the Ear Hunter said, it was an unofficial request after all, and it would be difficult to catch the pod if I branded the slave and washed the source, so hunting the elves was a clear crime. Even though the city I was staying in is the count’s territory, it would be hard to get away with looking at these corpses or to hold me accountable.

Thinking of the pockets that would grow from their equipment, supplies, and bounties, I started to feel happy even if the problem of being a count remained.

“Move quickly. So, what time do you want to return to the city?”

“Sorry sorry. I’m weak when it comes to using my body...”

Oh, that’s right. This man was a common man.

The guys I just fought with were honestly not easygoing guys, so I forgot about it.

“There’s nothing wrong with writing.”

It’s not that I didn’t have any intention to get used to the axe, but as I used a weapon I wasn’t familiar with, even though I was using more magic than usual to raise my physical abilities, their pincer attack was fierce. It wasn’t once or twice.

Healing the wounds caused by the unfortunate reality with a jewel bag and returning to the lodging to explain the situation to Celebian and his party, Celebian gave up and returned the bag of money I gave him, opening his mouth first

. I can’t take the money.”

“Thank you for catching the enemies of the tribe, but if you’re going to say the obvious that you can’t even get the bounty hanging from their necks, it’s good to just take it and use it. Anyway, thanks to the disposal of all their supplies, my pockets are full.”

As if he was really trying to say such an obvious story, Celebian took the money bag again with tears in his eyes.

“...It would be meaningless to talk about how he punished them now. Judging by the fact that he was brought in, is there still something else left to do?”

“Yes. I have to go find the person who commissioned it.”

“...Isn’t that the guy who requested that nobleman?”

“The count said.”

At my calm reply, wrinkles increased one by one between the eyebrows of Celebian and the others. Even though the wrinkles increased, seeing that they were all beautiful and handsome, the elf was also an elf. It seemed that the twist index was rising by itself, but everyone was considerate of me and worried about them. I added a word to reassure you,

“Don’t worry too much. The Count has already killed him once. It was unexpectedly worth doing.”

Then, between the elves’ foreheads, my angel appeared. Only Oswal, who was beside him, trembled and reacted in amazement.

“Were the rumors true that you single-handedly invaded Count Envelde’s mansion in the capital of Etis-El and wiped it all out?”

“Did you fucking say this even after hearing the rumors?”

“Who in the three worlds would take such rumors seriously. They consider them exaggerated.”

“Look at this bastard. I hate to look doubly disrespectful when I say something that fits the subject. I opened my ax eye in the sense of paying attention, and then I closed my mouth and lowered my head. Then, this time, Celebian spoke with a difficult expression.

“...I don’t want to say anything because it seems pointless to judge your skills, but is it really okay? Even if you go back to Etis-L, do you think there will be aftereffects?”

“Remorse?”

“You’re attacking a count from another country, aren’t you? I don’t think it’s something that can be passed without problems.”

It was a very valid opinion. Even if I could get the count’s head off, it was a good situation for most crimes from here on out. However, thanks to the gift left by the ear hunter who became kind after he died, there was no need to bother with legal issues.

“It should have been like that...”

I happily took out the contract between the ear hunter and the count and said,

“Not anymore.”