Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Construction of the Lord of Marlins new residence, which was started during the arrival of spring, advanced at an astonishing rate, and has now been completed.

Because the territory was a remote land, they couldnt be elaborate with the mansions decorative side, thus the construction progressed in favour of the mansions functional aspects only.

As the viscounts golems were put into work, and as the population was mobilised, the foundation works were finished at a considerably rapid pace.

The mansion was built as the base of the Viscounts sitting administration, but unlike the deputys manor which laid in the centre of the town, it was located outside of the fortified town. As the mansion served to manage the administration of the entire viscountcy and not only the county town of Marlin, it was located near to the intersection of the highway which extended throughout the region. At the same time, the deputys manor, which was once the viscounts temporary residence, was left as an office for vassals responsible for the towns administration.

The newly built residence was more like a small castle, rather than a mansion.

The mansion is surrounded by a bailey, which itself is enclosed by a deep moat, and watchtowers are affixed to the main building. Since the mansion lies outside the fortification that protects the town, their presence is a given as a countermeasure against bandits or monsters.

However, for a building that claims to have disregarded appearance in pursuit of its utility, its hard, rugged appearance casts an intimidating impression to its surrounding, in a different sense than the deputys manor which lords over the townscape.

If a stray traveler were to see the figure of this residence illuminated by the flashes during a thunderstorm, theyd go, Good Lord, is this the Demon Lords castle, where evil spirits dwell? as they went to be frightened out of their wits. Really, what a pretentious piece of structure.

What an eerie-looking dwelling. Id say that it is just so like that little brother of his, though.

There was a building that couldnt be called as a mansion nor a castle that sat on top of a small hill at a distance from the viscounts residence. From there, a man muttered this ironically.

TL note: First sentence was . Not too sure about this part, TL might be erroneous. If I did make a mistake, please feel free to correct it in the comments.

The man was dressed in starched formal clothes, and there were no sunburns on his skin. His beard was well kept. From the way he dressed, he probably was a noble, but from the quality of his clothes, it could be surmised that he was a humble subordinate of another house.

The man haughtily took a glance backwards.

Listen well, you people. We will now head for the viscounts residence, but Ill say this over and over again. Yes, over and over again. Make sure you dont draw any attention to yourself, okay?

He was talking to the four figures who held themselves at a distance behind him.

Their attire were completely different to the man who dressed like a nobleman, in the way that they seemed to be boorish. While they kept their appearance as tidy as they could so as to keep their appearance proper for a visit to the viscounts residence, they only wore things like chain mail, breastplate, and clearly, weapons. And even when dirt and filth had been brushed away from them, it was still obvious from their appearances that those things had been accumulating quite the damage from battles, as small scratches were engraved here and there.

For a band of escorting knights, their arms had no sense of unity, and the things they wore as decorations seemed to be unrelated with each other as well.

And a group of people who could still move alongside the nobles while having such characteristics. In this Ithuselah continent, there was only one possibility as to who they might be.

They were adventurers.

I said we got it. You expect us to be on our best behaviour, like a temporarily hired escort should, right?

Said the lightly-equipped swordsman that seemed to be the leader among the four men. While he indeed wore a breastplate, and his armour covered his elbow, knee, and shin, one may see that they werent designed to protect his body. They were equipment made for the classes of vanguard that go on the offensive, in order to protect those areas from being hit by the sword while they nimbly move around.

But you wont mind if we were to indulge in the feasts leftovers, yes? Its not often for us to partake in a nobles banquet. I wish youd give us that leeway at least.

.. Do whatever you want. Though I myself will try to keep whatever theyre serving from entering my mouth as much as possible.

Said the noble-styled man as he snorted.

After all, the other party is that notorious Slave Murderer

Today, at the new residence of Lord of Marlin, Tullius Shernan Oubeniel, a banquet to celebrate the residences completion is being held. Various stakeholders have been invited to this feast.

The main participants were the neighbouring lords, the viscountcys upper class, regular and irregular merchant and the head of the noble house of Oubeniel which entrusted the land to him.

TL Note: original words for regular and irregular merchants were , which means (Tullius) merchant relations and merchants that have been coming and going in his territory. I translated it as regular and irregular for the sake of simplicity.

However, the viscounts brother the count and the head of that family was being occupied by a business he couldnt let go of at that time in the capital, and his delegates had been sent to attend instead. Everyone knew that it was only an excuse, though. The true reason, which is the discord between the two brothers, had been a public secret after all.

The Broussonne-based adventurer party, Green Squad had come to this place under the pretext of being the escort to that said counts delegate.

Still, the place is more bleak than I imagined, or rather, the plainness of this residence.

Said Gael, the Green Squad leader, as he glanced around the entrance hall.

Red carpet was laid on the floor, and since the place was newly constructed, not a single speck of dust had fallen from the ceiling. But there was a scarcity of things like arts or decorations which usually could be found in a wealthy peoples house. The only painting there was, was a reproduced portrait of the first head of the House of Oubeniel on the landing of the staircase leading to the second floor, which was connected by a stairwell. Things like statues in the centre hall, or the vases or pedestals that usually were at the ends of the corridors it could be said that the things that Gael thought should belong in a noblemans residence was extremely few.

Hes living really modestly, isnt he?

So he asked to his client, the delegate, with a low voice.

He thought that hed be ignored, but instead the man replied as he turned his head.

Well, I suppose hes forced to do it. After all, like what you saw along the way here, this territory lies far in the countryside

The colour of apparent scorn and contempt lurked within his tone of voice.

Being an aristocrat means being involved in the business of selling appearance. Putting expensive art objects and furniture at ones home is a great opportunity to show ones status to their visitors. So what happens in this mansions case where expensive things like that are scarce? The answer is as one may see. The owner would be made light of by the other nobles. At the very least, people would think that the owner couldnt even afford to deck out their own property.

Of course, if one were to continue to spend high on things that didnt match their wealth, then people would deem that person as a squanderer, and in cases where the furniture did not follow a certain style, then, yet again, the person would be made light of as a tasteless one. Considering those areas skillfully was supposedly what the respected nobles in high societies do. However, in Tullius Oubeniels case, it was as if giving that thing over is out of the question.

Guessing from the look of things around him, Gael thought to himself, man, being a nobleman is tough..

Too bad.. I thought I could see the so-called treasures of the nobility.

The warrior, which was the youngest among the party, grumbled as he wriggled his hands around casually.

TL Note: There are two simplifications in the sentence above. , nobushi, is more like a guerilla fighter, some kind of a warrior class in medieval Japan. is a lot more complex than moving ones hand casually. Its a contemporary slang of a set of moves which I cant translate well to English. Heres what the term means (in Japanese).

His fellow magician poked his head lightly with his cane.

Ouch!?

Please stop it, youre being rude. Its because you say things like that, that people are spreading nasty gossip that were thieves behind our backs.

The guild has been dubbing the job of unlocking keys, disarming traps, scouting and the sorts as what the rangers did. Actually, the outdated custom was to call the person doing these tasks as a thief.

But, currently, the word thief means exactly what it is.However, the changed form of the job title is only occasionally used, so that people do not confuse these people with the target of their subjugation quest, the custom to call them that took root, and once a thing has taken root, it will not easily go away. In fact, currently a lot of former thieves have turned over a new leaf to be rangers.

Cease the skit. Were currently the guard escort of this noble gentlemen over here.

Indeed. Lets not do anything unsightly, we should be careful so as not to hurt our clients honour, and ours as well.

Gael chimed in to agree with his fellow vanguard heavy warrior.

Having witnessed that, the noble client diverted his line of sight from them and sighed. If Gael and his other man didnt advise their fellow people, surely the would get a handful from himself.

It was at that time.

Oh, well well well-

A young noble was descending the stairs of the hall, and he was accompanied by a blonde man that seemed to be his vassal.

His facial features, they look young. Id say hes probably not in his twenties yet.

His attire was strenuous. Over the gold-embroidered deep crimson justaucorps was a silver-embroidered black vest that accentuated the former. A shiny white cravat adorned the bottom of his neck. He dressed like a dandy that would stand out in the capitals evening party, though regrettably his face was too plain to wear that clothing in a stylish manner. He did by no means look ugly, (to the contrary, he was rather well-proportioned), but somehow there was not enough of air of magnificence about him. That gently smiling face too was, for some reason, vaguely giving the impression that he was feeling troubled because he was suddenly forced into what he was wearing. The young vassal that was accompanying him would look better in that attire.

- Greetings, you are my brothers delegate, yes? Welcome to Marlin. The names Tullius.

The way he gave a slight bow as he spoke indeed gave the impression of a good-natured son of a nobleman who was not yet used to the ways of the aristocracy. It was almost enough for Gael to forget about various ill-rumours that he heard about him.

But he could not afford to forget. The young noble was the cause of House Oubeniels loss of reputation in Broussonnes society. He was so abhorred people went so far as to call him the Slave Murderer, or the Man-Eating Snake.

Sure enough, the delegate floated him a smile.

Goodness me, it is a great honour to be received by Your Excellency, the viscount, himself.

And he greeted him back with teeth-grating flattery. Seeing that change, it would be hard for someone to imagine that he just spoke ill about the young man using the strongest words possible just a while ago.

While being stumped by the so-called facade of the aristocratic society, Gael and his fellow Green Squad took to their knees to greet the noble.

Oh, who might these gentlemen be?

Hired men to escort me in my journey, these men are adventurers.

I see. Indeed, the roads have been dangerous recently. Name yourselves, please.

As he issued his permission, Gael raised his face.

I lead the Green Squad Party, my name is Gael.

This is the first time Ive heard of that party, your rank is ?

Yes. Weve received the C-rank rating from the guild.

C-ranked, huh. I wonder if you are in the upper tier among the middle-rank. For doing something like journey escorts, you have quite the reasonable number of men.

Oubeniel displayed an unexpected familiarity with the adventurers circumstances. No, considering that hes the master of that Silver Wolf who reigned over the capital until a few years ago, of course hed know at least that much.

The Silver Wolf Uni. Gael had crossed paths with her several times. She was an eerily expressionless lady of whom not one soul knew about what was going on inside her head. She did perfectly even in quests that demanded a fair amount of skills, and despite being a solo, she was a monster who fulfilled an unusual amount of requests during a short period time. The fact that she might be somewhere in this hall made Gael couldnt help but to worry about the future of this job.

As squalid as these men might be, I sincerely hope Your Excellency might extend his hospitality to them too.

.. Victor.

Yes, I will have someone to show them the way to the barracks at once.

The blond youth named Victor gracefully turned around and went his way to call someone.

Weve broken the first barrier, huh

Inside, Gael was relieved. If the Lord Viscount were to refuse the presence of these band of unknown adventurers, and say something like why dont you use the towns inn, it would be a troublesome thing for him.

Viscount Oubeniel gently smiled.

Until the time of the banquet, please feel free to enjoy yourselves. Though Im afraid this is a new residence, and so theres absolutely nothing interesting to see here.

Gael and his men were guided to a barrack built in the premises. It probably was there as the lodging spot for the viscounts soldiers in case of emergencies. They were placed in a drab room with only a pair of double bunk beds and a single table inside it.

We will bring beverages for you gentlemen in a moment. Please excuse me.

The maid who guided them gave them a single bow before she left. She was wearing a silver collar on her neck. Maid uniform and slave collar- that combination reminded him of a certain face hed rather not see if possible.

As he shook the feeling off, Gael called out to his companions.

Hey, so how is it?

Theres no sign of presence around. I dont feel were being watched.

Said the youngest warrior among them as he put down his hands, which he used to cover his ears.

Still, theres really a lot of slaves here in this mansion, or rather, this castle? Hah.

I know, right? Usually, maids are supposedly apprentices in lessons of good manners who learn through serving a lord, but

He isnt really popular, is he? I mean, the lord of this place.

Rather, its surprising that living slaves are swarming in this place. Isnt it the word of the people that Oubeniels second son is someone with a bad hobby of buying slaves and later killing them?

He did it as an alchemy experiment or something, that kind of rumour?

Then, the magician said,

That story seems fake, apparently.

Is that so? I heard that alchemists do various weird research in order to attain their goal of immortality though.

Thats just crazy talk. Alchemy is actually a field of magic that concerns itself with permanent transmutations of an element thats already there in the first place. Like concocting potions from medicinal herbs, or enhancing weapons and armour with magic to make them into magic equipments. I suppose the reason as to why alchemy is seen as suspicious is because the job is basically about giving super-mysterious attributes to such objects.

The mages words were sharp. Because he had learned magic earnestly and he had been surviving through life because of it, he wouldnt want to believe the superstitious infamy of that one subject.

Probably finding the mages reaction amusing, the young warrior jokingly said,

So, what are you suggesting? Do you mean that the viscount is actually a good person?

I wouldnt say that far, its too hasty to say that. Alchemy is a fully-fledged subject of learning, but it doesnt necessarily mean that all of its learners is a good person. Whether a scoundrel whod torture slaves and then kill them really does exist or not, the matter itself not entirely impossible.

So its not that all alchemists are degenerates, its just that the viscount is a special kind of degenerate scum, is that it?

Well, I guess you can say so. Back when he was in the capital, even with a little research you would know that he bought a lot of slaves, so much of them that it wasnt possible to pack them inside the main house of his old residence, It seems that some of them were brought here, too.

And among them is that Silver Wolf.

Stop it, just dont make me remember that unpleasant stuff.

Gael involuntarily moved his hand to his temples.

The Silver Wolf is C-ranked, which is the same as them. However, in practice, it may be said that she might have the ability of an A-ranked adventurer. To prove the rumour, a party of B-ranked adventurers crossed her once, and she annihilated them all by herself.

Moreover, there are also talks that hes got another adventurer with him too.

That B-ranked swordsman, Two-Handed Sword, wasnt it? Supposedly, he was from St. Gallen.

Good grief. If thats true then that adds to our problem.

Yeah, so basically well have to slip through two adventurers who are ranked higher than us before we get to investigate, right?

To investigate.

It was the main objective of the Green Squad that had slipped themselves into this residence.

The requester was none other than the head of the viscounts family, Count Linus Streinn Oubeniel.

Go and investigate whether my brothers usual abnormal behavior has gotten worse. There hasnt been any news about him ever since he entered this territory, but on the contrary, thats suspicious to me. The probability that he might have taken hold of the officials that he recruited from the capital is high as well, and if thats true, its possible that he hasnt ceased his usual atrocious deed of slaughtering slaves. If you were to find a proof of that, bring it to me in secret. And so on, and so on.

In short, they were a piece in this secret feud between the two brothers.

Well, well just have to do it.

It was not that he wasnt feeling disappointed after being forced into accepting the fact that thy were there as a noblemans hound. However, in recent years, he felt that the Green Squad hadnt been making much of a breakthrough as adventurers. It might have been said that they had reached their limits. Although they had been drawing attention to themselves from within the middle-ranked as they rose to rank C, their growth had stopped right there. For Gael, they lacked in a certain necessary thing to rise even higher as an adventurer. It might have been the talent for combat and exploration, or it might have been the adventurous spirit to challenge difficulties. He didnt know what exactly that thing was. However, it was because of those reasons that they had been remaining in a standstill before the wall that is rank B for years now.

The moment he figured that out, he realised that at some point of time they had been looking for stability without even realising it. They scraped their lives through the days, they scrambled for the pie against the similarly-ranked adventurers and their seniors, and as the greenhorns rose into prominence, before long their decline surely would come. Before Gael had realised it, he had reached his thirties, and his fellow heavy warrior has reached it too. He felt troubled with those things, or perhaps it was fear, or maybe, what he felt was an aversion. The mage and the warrior still were in their twenties, but they had been in this trade for over a decade now. They were aware that their growth had been slowing down as well. Even if they were to continue doing this for a long time, they wouldnt be able to rise so high up there .

Then what were they to do? .. They may simply have no choice but to quit from being adventures. But if they were to simply drop out like that, for them who only knew how to fight, it might be impossible for them to return to a normal life now, they might be cast out to wander the streets or they might even go lower by making violence into their livelihood by turning into outlaws.

And so, there was this matter. They were being forced to do their noble masters bidding and engage in intelligence work for a political feud. That itself was a painful road to take, but at least their opponent was a regular person. They didnt have to fight a literally inhuman monster, they didnt have to run around secluded and unexplored regions, and they didnt have to ruthlessly compete with those groups whod do the previous stuff while humming a tune. For Gael and his men, it was an attractive alternative.

To mention the fortunate thing about it, the still-young Linus hadnt yet had any adventures for him to rear as his personal adventurer. If they were to occupy that, surely they would never miss a meal from then on. If they were to take the counts hand now, surely they would be the most veteran among his ranks, and so theyd be useful for a long time, which would prevent them from being easily discarded. Such was his forecast.

This is going to be a tough job, but thisll be the last one. If we can push through this, well openly be under the Counts house.

We can finally say goodbye to the days where we put ourselves on the line against monsters, huh.

If everything goes well, we might even be employed as his vassal.

And for that, we absolutely cant fail this time.

Yeah.

Gael hit his palm with his fist as he said so. Its dry sound reverberated in the barrack room.

Our future depends on this. All the other people, whether its the Silver Wolf or the Two-Handed Sword. We wont let them get in our way..!

Later that evening.

Numerous round tables were arranged in the mansions reception hall, and on top of every single table was an overwhelming amount of plates of dishes. They might have been presented by the viscounts people, various meat such as beef, lamb, pork, chicken all sorts of foods were aligned perfectly, and each of them were steaming fragrantly. Although Marlin is a mountainous area, dishes of seafood, which apparently was brought from Canales through the border with great pains, were provided as well. The star of the show was a baked shrimp that was as large as an adults arm.

It was a banquet to celebrate the completion of the new residence of the lord of Marlin, Tullius Shernan Oubeniel. Today, in this place where the utmost luxury was being gathered and commemorated, the lighly-groomed Gael and his men already had mixed into the crowd. In normal circumstances, commoners could never make their way into a place like this, but apparently even the farmers were also invited to the banquet. If one were to use that as a basis of their reasoning, then the delegates escort, Green Squad, also could be included among the worthy guests.

For the adventurers, the fact they were being in a place where the gussied up noblemen and merchants gathered made them feel terribly ill at ease. Just start already, Gael thought to himself as he saw Tullius at the end of his line of sight, finally, he was there standing on the podium.

Ladies and gentlemen. I offer you my sincerest gratitude for attending this celebration to commemorate the completion of this residence.

Then, the newly appointed viscount cut his greetings short and got the ball rolling with these words,

- Well, Im afraid a greenhorn like myself is bad with tedious, dragged speech like these. Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy yourselves. That is all.

. And thus down came the curtain quickly.

Even from Gaels perspective, that conduct had to be some sort of a joke. Shouldnt a word of greetings in a place like this usually include something about gratitude to the king and the church and the like? The guests of honour in the periphery were seen to be dropping their jaw or leaking a laughter. Vassals, such as the young man called Victor looked up to the heavens and covered their eyes in shame.

. This kind of behaviour is unexpected from a counts pedigree.

Is, isnt that because he didnt want to keep us waiting?

Fool. Even if you wanted to be courteous, youll still have to give a word first.

Ive heard that although he was granted a viscountcy, it actually was to banish him from the capital, now I understand why

The noblemen and the elderlies blatantly expressed their annoyance in that manner. While sipping the wine that had been served to them, they uttered several words of disgust and disappointment.

Of course, they didnt rudely raise their voice so much as for Tullius to hear them. Perhaps because of that, Tullius, who had already gotten off from the platform and were then greeting the guests, was tilting his head in order to see the guests of honour who were exchanging whispers.

Leader. Even if we didnt investigate anything, wouldnt that young master be demoted from his post due to his ineptitude anyway?

Shhh!

While rebuking the young warrior who carelessly slipped out that remark, deep down he felt that the youth might be correct.

Even from the viewpoint of Gael who didnt know formal etiquettes, Tullius Shernan Oubeniels behaviour was out of the question. Truthfully, he couldnt believe that the completely naive young man was to safely fare in the aristocratic society. After all, to his noble associates that were currently gathered in the room, the impression of Tullius was already absentminded at best and idiotic at worst. And that information would get into the network of social circles, and spread in a blink of an eye. Even that he was nothing more but an adventurer, Gael could at least understand that much. Because keeping an eye close and straining an ear for information about ones peers works pretty much the same in any kind of society.

Meanwhile, at the hesitating noblemens sidelong glance, a group of people was approaching to greet the viscount. They were merchants.

My, my. Your Excellency truly is an unique person!

Indeed, just like the adage in our trade, time is money

Greetings, thank you for the deal on the distribution of your potion . Were looking forward to continuing this mutual relationship in the future.

So Ive heard that youre planning to open a mine nearby, yes? In that case, we, too, would like a share-

If was a storm of such adulation.

The delegate from his house snorted.

Humph. What words for someone theyve just met.

Perhaps they are saying these things in order easily lobby him in the future, lets get ourselves some rights and concessions, is probably what theyre having in mind.

Gael surmised as such. Even as they were sucking up to him, there were no respect in the merchants eyes. Rather, their glare was as if they were trying to propose a loan for their household thats currently supporting a high-class beautiful lady. Butter the viscount up with skillful words, stretch their roots in the domains economy, and then seize its flow of gold. Even if the lord of the territory were to change or even if the country were to seize the lord, as long as their invested businesses or projects continued to function well, the arrangement would mean that they still wouldnt be severed from their long-term source of revenue so quickly.

Sure enough, against that scheme, the viscount,

Weeell, since were currently in a celebration

Warded it off by stating so.

Now, now, more importantly, please enjoy the dishes before they get cold. As you can see we have a lot of items ordered from Canales, though some of you might come from there, and you might have grown tired of these items already, at any rate, please feel free to relish in the flavours of this houses cooking.

I, indeed.

If thats what Your Excellency recommends then.

So, he was able to splendidly use his mind to evade that. Though, why didnt he use that mind of his during the greeting? Even Gael was having a hard time understanding that.

By the way, sir. Arent you supposed to do your delegation stuff?

I know it already. Im leaving now.

To that suggestion, the delegation quickly retracted his sullen face and went away to express his greetings.

As he saw that, Gael once again thought that being a noble is rough. Unlike adventurers that simply needed to be skillful to do their job, there were too much restraints in the aristocracys line of work. But, there was indeed some sort of steadiness that couldnt be found in the meritocracy of the adventurers rough society.

And while he was thinking about that.

Dear guests.

Someone called out to Gael and his men, He turned around as his heart involuntarily skipped a beat. There was the statuesque stiff beauty, the composed-looking maid whose feelings could never be guessed by anyone. And on the back of her neck was the silver collar that was the origin of her title.

S, Silver Wolf.!?

In the entirety of Marlin, she was someone he had wanted to meet the least.

There was no mistake, it was indeed the Silver Wolf. While she was indeed still in her teens, that figure which he hadnt seen during the years have grown somewhat taller, and while she had become more feminine, there was no mistake regarding her identity.

Wh, what, do you want?

While he promptly tried to keep a calm facade, he poked his companion who were petrified due to his shock to bring him back with his elbow.

Why are you calling out to us? Could it be that shes suspecting that were here to investigate?

To Gael who were succumbing to his uneasiness behind his fake ordinary visage, Uni said

. May I interest you in some beverages?

She was carrying a tray with a bottle of alcohol and a number of glasses equal to the number of Gaels party.

His shoulders fell down reflexively.

Ah, no were good. Were in charge of guarding someone. Surely nothing will happen here in His Excellencys residence, but just in case, itd be better for us to refrain from alcohol.

Is that so. Well then, please excuse me.

Uni bowed after she spoke, and then she walked away.

While seeing her off, Gael and his fellow Green Squad gleefully breathed a sigh of relief.

That surprised me. She was just offering a drink

Anyway. So she really was a maid.

As an adventurer she always wore an apron and dress, I thought she was just being eccentric though

Normally people wouldnt think that she was really a maid, doing adventuring jobs in the sidelines.

Seriously. The fact that she was only an adventurer in the sidelines and still ranked higher than them, and then the fact she was completely leading in terms of ability. When I think about it, it makes me feel that all I did in the past was in vain.

Still

The mage of the party opened his mouth.

It has nearly been three years since she received her last quest. Assuming that she had devoted herself exclusively as a maid during those years, I believe this will help us a lot.

You mean that she has been on a hiatus?

Indeed, that was the case. Adventurers are human too. No matter how much one were to increase their ability, if they were to lose the chance to use those abilities, then ones proficiency would surely drop. Just like how horses that are kept in their stables all day will no longer be able to gallop, adventurers who dont go on adventures will also decline as well.

Hey, you. I told you my glass is empty so bring me a larger bottle, why took you so long?

Yes, my apologies.

Quickly pour it. Sigh, paying attention to nobles before commoners is supposedly a common sense.

It is as you say. My apologies for my ineptitude.

Gaels and his fellows eyes went round.

That girl, whose prestigious title, the Silver Wolf, resounded loudly in the capital, was lowering her head repeatedly to a vulgar nobleman who obviously was picking a fight with her. Once a bumpkin of an adventurer did a similar thing, and off with his head he went. And even though there was a story like that, what exactly was it that they were seeing? It was as if she was just that, a maid.

But the surprise just grew even further.

Hmm? Do you want me to think that youre reaaaaaly sorry?

HAA!?

As Gael saw that, he inadvertently did the reckless action of raising his voice in disbelief.

At Uni, who didnt show any intention to resist him, that quarrel-picking nobleman was currently using those hornworm-sized fingers to grope her buttocks, that buttocks of hers which people would know how well-shaped they were even when they were covered by her skirt.

TL Note: Strange paragraph, strange comment about buttocks, I know.

He was groping it in a way that people could hear the sound of it being squeezed. Gael could only think of it as some sort of a sadistic, perverted hobby of the nobleman. He acknowledged that her bravery of not reacting so far to the tiny details was as expected of her, but in this case, for her to not be rejecting him clearly was a bad move in itself. The middle-aged noble had a vulgar smile as he applied his mouth to bite her ears.

If you really wish to apologise, then let me hear it slowly later? Alright? In the room your master prepared for me. Alright? Alright?

Gael didnt actually hear that, but what he said mustve been something along those lines. He could tell just from the movements of his lips. And then, he moved to pinch the soft flesh and moved his hands as he spun them around like a slug. freewebno(v)el.com

..

Uni didnt react. She mustve hated it. However, her status made it impossible for her to honestly resist the noble. To wear a silver collar actually meant this kind of thing. Rather, as a slave it was her behavior during her adventuring days that was abnormal. Gael had only realised this truth now.

Should I interfere and put a stop to this?, Gael thought for a moment.

Even the surrounding guests who noticed this didnt try to stop them. Was it because they didnt want to get involved? Or perhaps it was because the sight of a good-looking maid being groped by a guest was a common one? In any case, there was no incentive for this bunch of people who held the viscount in scorn to move in. There was no one but Gael and his men to stop this.

Even though he felt that she was the least wanted existence in this request, he didnt want to see the Silver Wolf to fall even further than this. Even though he had to admit that they were no match for her even as a joke, she was still a remarkable fellow who was once in the same trade as his. Even if he didnt know about her achievements, as a fellow adventurer it was still unacceptable to see her being dishonoured by a man who was acting like a horny dog. He could feel that he was reaching his limit, he could feel the last remnants of stubbornness inside the old man who didnt want to get into trouble aching. The heavy warrior who was standing next to him had his throbbing eyebrows raised as well.

But just before that last thread of patience was about to snap,

What are you doing?

Her master, Tullius Shernan Oubeniel, broke into the scene.

The noble immediately retracted his hand which had been fiddling around with her buttocks a moment back.

A, aaah, nothing Hello, this girl just made a little careless mistake.

It was an ingratiating smile, as if he made it to hold his tongue from clicking.

What careless mistake, thought Gael as he couldnt help but to click his tongue slightly. Wasnt it just a lecher doing the thing he had in mind by picking a quarrel with her?

Ah, is that so? Sorry for that.

Oubeniel, who heard his answer, immediately lowered his head. The surrounding guests went into a roar.

O, Lord Oubeniel! It wasnt.

No, its a masters duty to train his servants. If she did indeed make a careless mistake towards a guest, then it was a common sense for me to apologise. Will you please accept my apology and give her your forgiveness?

Yo, you.!

Viscount Oubeniels apology warped the nobles face to a great degree . The host of the banquet had made a direct apology. Pushing this matter another time would be equal to announcing to the surrounding people that he was a man without magnanimity.

As if to deliver the final blow, Uni knelt and kowtowed to the man. Rubbing ones face against the floor is the highest degree of apology. As the master stood there and lowered his head, the slave must go lower than that.

I would like to apologise for my rudeness one more time. Please accept the masters apology.

I, if youre willing to go that far.

The noble ignored Uni and turned to Oubeniel.

Ple, please raise your head, Lord Viscount. I will accept your apology. I, Id like to apologise for disturbing this auspicious occasion by picking a needless quarrel, Im very sorry.

So you do accept! My, thank you very much!

Viscount Oubeniel was full of smiles when he raised his face.

And then the matter was settled. Although the noble was still dissatisfied with it, he left for the other seat, and the other guests of honour also turned away as they started to chat about things that wasnt related to it. Only the viscount and Uni, who was still kowtowing, remained.

Its fine for you to stand now, Uni.

No, I have greatly wounded Masters honour in this auspicious occasion-

And I mean that, too. I told you its fine. Im not angry at all.

Yes. My utmost gratitude for Masters profound compassion.

More importantly, please stay as you are. Alright?

After Uni rose up, Oubeniel personally brushed off the dirt from her skirt. In a new residence that have been meticulously cleaned, Gael thought there wouldnt be a lot of dust stuck there. However, at the end of it, he was able to finally understand the intention of the gesture.

Well then, lets finish up with this. Turn your back towards me.

My back, is it?

And then he struck the place that was touched by the vulgar noble, lightly, as if he was cleaning it. His hand movements seemed to be truly gentle.

Ahn

Has the dirt fallen off, Uni?

To those words, Uni gave her master a respectful bow with a colour of understanding in her face.

. Yes. Thank you, Master.

There were an indescribable flood of emotions packed in her words of gratitude.

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Gael and his men were stunned by the sight.

What was that voice?

That faint, shivering voice, that was there as if to conceal the sound of a certain fervent heart?

Was it really the Silver Wolf who raised that voice?

Hey, leader.

What is it.

Did we get the wrong person?

Would be great if we did..

But that face is definitely her.

And she certainly had the same name

The impact that he bore was different than the time when she was enduring the nobles abuses silently.

If it was that, then it could still be interpreted that he held back because of his current duties.

But, now, that was impossible.

No matter how you look at it, she was gladdened by the thoughts of her Master. So ardently, too.

What to say, its as if shes genuinely happy, like a normal maid does

Rather, isnt this an illicit affair with that master of hers

Please wait! If you say it that way, my image of the Silver Wolf is!

If someone were to tell me that she was a different people with the same name who is really alike to the original, Id have an easier time believing that.

Good grief, Gael nodded.

As they gazed at her again, the person in question had already returned to her duties without realising their investigation duty. Her face was as indifferent as ever, but somehow she was making her steps lighter. It could be hard to be seen by an untrained eye, but if you were to be acquainted with what a kind of person she was after stumbling into her a few times, it was clear that the way she was walking was full of openings.

The Silver Wolf has waned.. Can we see it that way?

Gael couldnt find something to instantly refute the mages remarks.

And after he thought about it for a while, he still couldnt find anything.

Gael opened his mouth with mixed feelings.

Even so, pay in mind that she might somehow regain her old self with some impetus. More than anything, it doesnt mean anything if we were to slacken our guard even more than a waned person does.

Thats correct. And he still got another adventurer with him, right?

The swordsman from St. Gallen, the Two-Handed Sword

Is it possible that he was hired because the Silver Wolf has already become like that?

.. Probably.

Before they realised it, the hours had gone far into the night. The banquet was about to come to a close, and the time for Gael and his men to do their job was drawing near. freew(e)bnovel.com

Anyway, dont be careless. Well see through this job until the end.

As he said so, he and the others braced themselves.

Estimate the sleeping hours of the people inside, then take the advantage of the dead hours of the night to investigate the nooks and crannies of the residence. Since the invited guests are hosted here, chances are that the security will be tight. And even though the biggest menace that is the Silver Wolf has been weakened to a degree, I expect that this job wont be a breeze..

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