55 Twenty-one stories: Reinforcement Request.

"Well, to celebrate the achievement of your first request - cheers!

After submitting Sharp Rabbit's nails at the Alliance counter, we decided to finish dinner at a tavern in the facility.

Four people gather at a circular table and Mize takes the head of the toast.

To say a toast, each has just a juice of fruit in the glass, no alcohol. Eighteen years of age or older are allowed to drink in this country.

"Hey, I'm glad it worked out"

"Right. I was surprised when there was a sudden explosion nearby... but I wonder what that was after all."

"I expected the demons to be raging, but so far you haven't heard that kind of information"

Gran, Elisia, and Mize collude while picking the right dish.

"Doesn't Too Eight know anything? Example explosion."

"Oh...... I heard a loud noise occasionally on my way to the do-boot forest, but you weren't sure because you were away"

"Right. Well, if I'd been nearby, I might have gotten caught up in it, and you'd have been lucky."

To Gran's words, I tilt the glass with a nod, "Right."

The chicken vanilla grill was brought in. Gran takes the meat with us first, and Elisia, who watches it from the side, gives a frightened face.

- I miss you.

After we all work, we all eat around the same table.

Even when I was in the institution, I had these experiences. I didn't particularly appreciate it back then... but now I might have a different feeling.

The soldiers who belonged to the institution, nothing like me, are not all those who were picked up at an early age. Some of the soldiers were adventurers, some were mercenaries, some were doctors, some were scholars.

End-of-work dinner parties...... This habit, which was often popular in institutions, is probably their consideration now that I think about it. It's their compassion for us, who only know extraordinary things, who know everyday things.

"... take a few seats off"

Put a no in the three of you, and take a seat.

If I'm distracted here, my past colleagues will laugh at me.

I left the guild and took the 'communication paper' out of my pocket.

Enter the alley right next door and put in contact with Chris.

"Chris, you ready now?

'Yeah.... that's a lot of noise. Where are you?

"It's an Adventurer's Guild. I'm still out there..."

"The guild is roughly the noisiest this time of year. I miss you, I took care of the guild a few times before I worked for the Bureau, too.... but it was good. Looks like you're enjoying your routine to a certain extent."

"If you can say it's routine to escort me with Kosokoso in the shadows"

"If you punish me for this, you won't owe me money to the Bureau."

In reply to the noise, I whisper.

"So, what can I do for you?

To Chris's question, I remember the point.

Yes, it was. I don't have time to chat right now.

"Add me some personnel. I can't protect Mize on my own anymore."

Describe your business briefly.

It's not weak. - It's a maneuver call.

"Mize signed up for the guild the other day. Probably will be out of town again and again in the future.... Anyway, I'm anxious to go outside all over the city with a lot of people's eyes. This time I was able to defend myself, but not necessarily the next time."

There were two cases of this escort failing.

One is if the escort is obstructed by demons living in the woods.

The other is if the thief was second-hand split from the beginning and aimed at Mize in a pinch like formation.

It didn't fit into either case because we were lucky.

But in a mission where human life is at stake, luck is not trustworthy.

"It's a forceful means, but if Mize is imprisoned in the city, I can still escort her alone in the future. But... you don't want that kind of means, do you?

'... Yep. My client has asked me not to restrict His Highness's actions as much as possible. Technically, I'm asking you not to inspire Your Highness'

"Stimulus, huh? … another vague request."

'Right. But it doesn't make any difference what we do.'

I will continue to escort Mize without being enlightened, just as I have always been.

This one has not changed what we need to do. But the situation is changing.

"Then you'll see, we need additional personnel. Hopefully, I don't have one. I want a guy with firepower."

"Copy that. I've already arranged it."

"... what?

'I agree with you that one of these cases was at stake. I spoke to an empty agent in parallel with the body disposal.... we should be on our way now.'

Already on your way?

To be too handy, I can't say anything...

"Is that it?

All of a sudden, they hold my eyes with both hands from behind to take my sight.

At the same time, the question was raised in the voice of the young girl.

I've heard that voice before.

"… 02 (O Too)"

"Haha, no, no!

The girl's hand, which was covering her eyes, broke away.

The first person I turned to was a bright-faced girl with orange hair.

"I am now - Oz. Nice to meet you, Tweet (...)?"

smile with pleasure, the girl says.

The girl - she was my former colleague.