Since we had decided to head to Leitor, there was no follow-up, so the idea to send someone in advance to investigate came naturally, without anyone saying first.
As long as I made up my mind to go, even if Raitor fell completely into the hands of the Demon King’s army, I had to use the gate after recapturing it, so there was nothing particularly surprising about the terrain reconnaissance as it was a set procedure, but it was very much that they unanimously pointed out that I was the right person. It was unexpected.
‘If the hero hides only his magic and divine power, no one will recognize him.’
That didn’t change even after hearing the reason Saint Deoni gave, which everyone except me nodded and agreed to. If I was as good as I was, I thought it wouldn’t be strange to have a montage.
But surprisingly. My montage didn’t exist.
‘Exactly, it’s close to something I couldn’t make. Among the demons, very few people knew about the hero’s appearance, and among the humans, there was no place that was properly known about how he looked.’
It wasn’t that the special ops department was actually careless and lazy. Rather, it was clear why they couldn’t make it to the point of unfairness.
First of all, most of the demons I’ve encountered have either died or haven’t been able to confront me long enough to properly remember their appearance.
Because of that, I couldn’t make my montage with only the information of the demons. It would have been only information that he was a rather large human being. It was the saintess’ guess that even those who were targeting me in Etis-L were more likely to have caught my magic and moved after tracking information that I was moving rather than acting based on my appearance.
That said, I can’t just let my hands go, so of course I should have collected information through the human race, but since my main place of activity was the capital, the vigilance was tight and I couldn’t properly track it. He did adventure work in between, but most of them were tied up with the Ogatorv family and Ragnis or stuck in the academy, so they couldn’t easily approach them in a normal way.
However, if you carelessly touch the information of the nobility, you may be traced back, so all you can do is rummage through information from the time you were active as an adventurer. However, the information there said was that since I had been on the verge even before the Oak Gate, there was a great exaggeration of both my appearance and my actions.
‘How does the saintess know that?’
‘Because I also investigated the hero at the time.’
The saintess explained that there was only a lot of information that did not match what she had seen in person. To be honest, the exquisite situation that followed was more shocking than the saintess’s calm reply.
Somehow, after the Oak Gate incident, information about me began to be released, but aside from my whereabouts, the information about my appearance was incomparably worse than before. The only thing they have in common is carrying an axe, kicking a sword, and carrying a dog.
yes, that’s right The sudden proliferating Tsardomia was the cause. I never imagined there would be a day when those pups would be of help, but it did happen.
Nothing to say after that. It was because when he was active on the battlefield, he took out Lummings’ helmet and used it longer than his bare face. It was the moment when I realized how terrifying the modern society is, where everything ends just by taking out a cell phone and taking a picture with a camera.
Based on all those assumptions, no one really recognized me when I arrived in Leitor as a scout with Carl Kansi. While walking while watching the city go wild, I just bumped into a demon wearing glasses.
so it was weird According to a rough estimate, Count Leitor’s family was a typical group of warriors who were smart and did not struggle with their brains. It didn’t make sense that we could gain an advantage over them with only the goofballs we’ve encountered so far, so the Special Operations Ministry’s intervention must be true. I have already seen such a situation.
In the end, this means that this confusion is also the result of the Special Operations Department’s intention.
Listening to the story as they walked, most of the supporters of the Demon King’s Army did not even know that the Special Operations Division had intervened and believed that they were winning because they excelled. Of course, the delusion was not such a delusion.
It’s clear that the Special Operations Division intervened, but I was worried because I couldn’t understand what the situation was for, where traffic was not being controlled and the fighting parties weren’t even aware of the Demon King’s involvement.
“Karl Kansi. This way.”
“also?”
What greeted us as we walked down the dark alleys that became extremely unpopular was the forgotten Unlucky Hulk’s corpse. Unlike the guys I found earlier, Karl Kansi, looking at the corpse in fairly good condition, crossed his arms and tilted his head as if he didn’t really understand.
“There are already four of them. Why is this guy everywhere we go? Even dead?”
“Because of these guys, Leitor was pushed back. Before we came, the Count Leitor family must have occupied even the central street.”
Erosion bodies are never easygoers. Since there are only four I found, in fact, if you look at the entire city, more erosive bodies would have been released, and Leitor, who had to deal with them, would have suffered quite a lot of damage.
However, even if the half-hearted soldiers had no choice but to be crushed, the troops of Count Leitor family were definitely reducing their number by dealing with the corroding body. It was definitely a great achievement, but there was no way there was no damage.
Carl Kansi nodded his head with a short exclamation, as if he had heard and understood me.
“Somehow. At the level of the guys I ran into while passing by, I don’t think they would be a threat to the count’s family, but I thought it was strange.”
“This corpse is rather recent, so maybe there are people who are still fighting. Find it before it’s too late...” We
must kill them all before more damage is done to the Leitor family.
What cut me off from what I was about to say was an unfamiliar voice and gestures coming from the other side of us.
“Find it, what?”
What appeared in the alley with a thump, thump, thump was a stout middle-aged man moving a two-handed sword the size of his height like a staff.
“What are you doing investigating that monster?”
...Strictly speaking, the expression ‘sturdy’ was a bit ambiguous.
A prosthetic leg resembling an iron club was attached to the fatigued left leg of the middle-aged man instead of a normal foot.