Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

Shuiming, who was told by the receptionist that she would measure her strength, was sitting in a chair that was passed behind the guild and provided in its passage.

The lantern-like suspended lighting makes the passage feel a little lonely and reminiscent of a familiar scene somewhere.

- Waiting for the hospital at night?

In spite of the different worlds, sitting in a chair waiting with such a sense of uninteresting sentiment, a human figure soon emerged from the back of the aisle. A woman with fluffy, wavy brown hair, girl. He is wearing the same clothes as the receptionist, an official of the guild.

She gets to the front of herself without much and asks, tilting her neck.

"- Uh, Mr. Swimey Yakagi... right?

"Yeah, yes"

If you honestly snort like that, this girl is expressive. Blossoming with a grin, I name it.

"Excuse me. I, I'm a new guild guide. I say Dorothea. Please say hello!

"Ah, oh. Best regards,"

Would you like to salute or not, Mizumi, who gives back to the energetic girl as politely as when she was a receptionist?

The girl named Dorothea now smiles casually when she has the feeling that there is something different from the response outside.

"Oh, that's fine. She talks to me normally. Looks like you're getting old, and take it easy, take it easy."

"... okay? Is that so?

"That's okay. That's okay. It's easier to talk about, and after this, it's a measure, so it's my job to relieve the tension on the new guilder, right? Well, I feel like it's useless for Mr. Mizumi."

"Ha, ha.... Well, good to see you again"

"Nice to meet you!

Dorothea responds well to this request.

She then urges her steps toward Shuiming and then slowly walks out the corridor, and Shuiming also goes along with it.

Then Dorothea turns and asks, as she remembers.

"Uh, the paper earlier - I showed you the paper on the statement. Mr. Swimey is a wizard, and he has fire and wind attributes, doesn't he?

"Oh, for once."

"Hehe, at once? You're humble. You say you used magic to bust Mr. Roja without chanting anything, and without keywords. Aren't you an amazing wizard?

"No, no. It was too steep, so I was so obsessed with using it, I just stumbled on it."

And, to match Dorothea's smile, this one also responds with an unobstructed degree of smile. Who is Mr. Roja? The Great Sword Man from earlier? I suppressed it early and didn't know as much about the strength, but as an Alliance member, I might have been in position there. But since I'm not going to do anything about it, I've decided to lay it down with the proper humility and delude myself.

"Hmm, as far as I know, I don't think magic was activated by such a coincidence..."

Dorothea leans her neck with a frown to say if she remembers wrong. Can you say that? Is she quite magical?

Now, how can I ice-cold her suspicions like that? It wouldn't be good to keep your weird preconceptions about yourself like this, and now say why it sounds especially good.

"... to say that the conditions for activation of magic are not limited to spells alone. And the magic you used isn't that amazing."

"Really?

"Common sense, common sense."

Yes, if you say it like that, most of it won't come down to eating. It's easier for them to listen to each other than to hide it badly and be suspicious.

Dorothea didn't leak into that example either, or I'm not going to tell you a story that went into it. But.

"You talk like a magic teacher. - What did Mr. Swimey do, by the way, that it wasn't just spells?

"Don't tell."

"Mm, you're a surprisingly champagne, Mr. Swimey."

"Normally, that's what it is, isn't it?

When Shuiming asked with such flattery, Dorothea said softly, "Sure," and returned to the conversation.

"... well, that's right, because Mr. Roja is also a quicker person. Lately, when something like that happens, they fly away."

And as I say, it helps not to burden the reception unnecessarily, asks Dorothea, who speaks, to explore.

"... chilling and mischief, are they common?

"Yeah, I do. For those who come to the point of contact, there are those who simply admire the adventurer and have no shards of strength, plus malicious ones who try to join only the benefit of the guild. In the last couple of days, there has been a considerable increase in the influence of the brave man appearing..."

And, is that a current concern for the guilders? Dorothea sighs and mouths. Surely the summons of the brave became a sort of sober or even detonator for those who were atrophied in the demonic Nausias raid. I still don't know what the common perception of the brave men of this world is, but if there is something that doesn't suck like putting down blind trust when you were in a castle, there will be some people who will connect their existence to the triumph of mankind without context, and who will have the illusion of just the utter momentum of not seeing underfoot, which is common to the masses, that if he is there, he can work hard where he says so too, can do it.

The one about being floated by the so-called fever, but I guess that added up as one of the factors in this case.

"Then where are we headed after this, too?

Is it full?

"No, the morning measurements are last by Mr. Swimey, so there won't be anyone left"

"... I see"

"Something bothering you?

"... no. I don't know. Somehow."

Reply appropriately saying don't worry about the strange Dorothea. Then she's been waving a different story.

"- By the way, did you see Mr. Swimey, the brave man who attended the parade?

"Well, just for once..."

Not to say, I didn't know I was looking at it like every day - not to say. There's no point in saying it.

Then Dorothea made an impressive look.

"Dear Reggie, was it? You had an unspeakable atmosphere. That's who you call a brave man. I hear that the brave men of all times were the kind of people who embodied the orthodoxy and correctness."

And Dorothea, who stops at the spot and says as he meditates. With his mouth, he must be remembering the parade.

Does she also see hope in the figure of the brave men who burned behind the eye lid? I don't know for myself that I had a routine with them, but maybe that's what it looked like from them.

I'll ask her a few questions, perhaps with a general view.

"Dorothea thinks brave men can crusade demon kings and demon armies?

"If the extraordinary help of the brave men I tell you is true, I think I can."

"Tell, what?

When asked further, Dorothea rounded her eyes to say it was unexpected.

"Because you don't know Mr. Swimey?

"It's a little embarrassing, but not really"

There's nothing to be ashamed of, but on the surface, it's like that. Is it still common to talk about brave men? As far as Dorothea's unexpected face is concerned, the story of the brave here may be something familiar, like the gaga and fairy tales of the other world.

Dorothea whines and tells me, "... Surprised."

"As for the help of the brave, they leave behind descriptions and oral biographies such as history books and stories. When a crisis had come to the world several times before, the brave man was summoned, but he said that the battle of the brave man at that time was amazing. Legendary sword moves that truly twofold a giant of height poking through heaven, or a holy sword that slashed the demon king into a black beast of flying wizards hunting down a maddened tyrant. It's just being told, and we have a lot to talk about."

"Heh."

That's an interesting story to say. The same goes for the story, but it's something that's going to be deeply involved with Trinity and the others. There's no reason not to be interested. Will you look into it in the future?

"How's Mr. Swimey?

"Yeah?"

All of a sudden, I get a missing reply between them. Then Dorothea just said, now it's your turn.

"It's about the crusade of the demon king of the brave. Do you think Mr. Swimey can do it?

"... I wonder. It might be possible if the brave men of today had the power as Dorothea tells them, but what about it?"

In fact, nothing, Trinity shouldn't have that kind of power. It can't be the same way.

"Oh, are you negative?

"No, I think it's a sweet prospect to win because you're brave or something. I don't know if it will be possible to decide from the edge..."

After all, it is full of anxiety from the knowledge of the circumstances. Fighting isn't sweet enough to win because you've got strong powers.

That's how Mizumi said she was narrowing her eyes to worry.

"You shouldn't talk too much about that outside. If the Salvation Church people who identify the brave with Arshna's use, they will preach."

"Ha... I'll be careful"

That again. Around what Refile also said, the Salvation Church sermon for humans in this world seems to be an object of so much awe that it can be used to threaten. For the future, you should also keep it in the corner of your head.

Dorothea then flips the look on her face when she blames her. Now I feel comfortable agreeing that the story is especially so.

"Ma, you're certainly not talking about the adventurer guild humans being optimistic, as Suimei put it. And, back to the story, so I was influenced by his appearance, or by this night pavilion as well as the Knights and General Soldiers application, and in the last few days I've been closer to being a member..."

"The receptionist also tingled and said that I was about to be driven back because I looked normal"

"Yeah. Mr. Swimey, you should have at least worn a wand or so. If you have a guild card, you don't have to know, and it's unprecedented for a newbie who wants to join to come to the desk without a weapon."

"You're welcome. We are savvy."

As far as I am concerned, I am completely ashamed of my inability to think. He was an old man who was completely invisible around him.

Yes, Shuiming moaned inside, bowing her head like she was weak, Dorothea stretched her chest.

"You just have to understand. I mean, good."

That's what I'm saying.She's a surprisingly neat girl.

"- But even if I were to chase you back, that would be a little too rough, wouldn't it?

Yes, I had some questions about that. Even if you push it back, that's too steep. It is true that there is only a comparison between the polite responses of modern society, so I may feel that way. What about that place?

"Do you have the guilder's behavior?

"Oh. Well, then, if someone with the strength to do something like me, like get a weird rumor on their own, and if he doesn't feel well like me, I guess there 'll be fewer promising joinees."

Dorothea, however, was absent.

"So if you're only willing to join to the extent that you're willing to stop joining, you're saying it's not necessary for us either. I never said there was a shortage of members."

And without being able to pinch the story, "Adventurer Guild It's always something to keep up with funny rumors and so on" about the weather.

"That's all, Xiao Dark Pavilion has a proven track record"

"Yes."

Dorothea looked like she had no itching whatsoever.

That's what she asks.

"Do you have any other questions?

Yes, that's what I have to do after this.

"What exactly do you do with measurements?

Yes, I say things that bother me. In a novel that Mizuki showed me, the Gentiles were acting mysteriously when registering for the guild saying they would put their hands on strange crystal balls for magic power and so on, but is that still the case here?

Then Dorothea answered well with the look on her face just saying she was waiting for the question.

"Of course it's a game!

What, of course.

Not long after I asked Dorothea how to measure it. When she prompted me to dive through the door, there was a similar place there to a large indoor athletic field.

"I see, is it because there was such a facility on the big property"

Dorothea answers discipline to the admirable monologue of Shuiming.

"Yes, this is still the biggest Adventurer's Guild in the three countries, so there's about a training area."

A training ground? Sure, it would be an indispensable facility to bottom up the strength of the guilders.

But...

"Looks like there's no one there for it?

Yes, as Shuiming said, there was no one there. Behind the door, there are signs of that.

"The second training ground is used in the morning for measurements, so no one is training. I think the previous one is packing it in the back room and filling it in."

"Yeah."

I reply carelessly, then I feel uncomfortable with this whole room rather than fumbling underfoot - and drop my gaze.

"Hey, what's the material here?"

"Yes, take care of yourself. This training ground is made of new materials that are resistant to magic. If you keep the magic here, it won't break a little bit."

Dorothea proudly answered this question.

"Magic-resistant material?

"Yes, it's just recently discovered, and it's about here that I use it. Eh."

"Heh. Do you have that..."

I vividly throughed my boastful Dorothea and mouthed her like she was so impressed.

A careless reply, but still looking at the floor strangely. Floor material, wall material. No matter how you look at it, it's a combination of wood and stone, but how magically resistant is this new material?

It is not so unexpected as it exists in the other world if there is a magical treatment, but as far as I can see, this is a substitute that does not appear to be endowed with a surgical formula. If a substance is resistant to magic, how is it interesting inside?

Looking around like that, Dorothea.

"We're back and forth, but this will be the playing field. Mr. Swimey will be here to play a game with the guild player of his choice, and we will see how that battles and judge the rank. May I?

"Well, fine...... for example, what is it but is there no other way to judge besides fighting?

"Ha. That's a difficult question. I'll ask you the other way around. Is there any other way you can understand?

No. Certainly not.

"... ohhhh"

"Yes?"

"No, I understand."

Explain briefly to Dorothea, who doesn't know what this promise is. Is there also a reason why Japanese does not speak the language of foreign origin properly? I look up at the wooden ceiling because it's inconvenient, and I see Dorothea again that I don't seem to understand very well.

"Ha, ha. Ok. So..."

And, when Dorothea tried to encourage something, signs of someone from the back door. One shadow appears, along with the sound of the door opening.

And you noticed this one, or the voice you can call.

And the sound of the bell-ringing treble coming in the gentle wind...

"If it isn't you, Swimey?

"Oh, Mr. Grakis, you haven't seen it just now."

Dear Turning Direction, There was a acquaintance there I knew earlier for a rare reason, Lephire Grakis.

When I gave her such an unexplained response to her approaching me shaking her brightly visible red and long hair, she immediately asked me with a slightly frowned suspicious face.

"Why are you here?

"No, they measure rank for anything."

"... hmm?

"Something?

"... didn't you bring your request to the guild?

"Ah..."

Lefir's face, which makes his eyes black and white and inquires, now connected to Shuiming. Speaking of which, yes.

She misunderstood, too, when she said she had broken up at the reception and said, "And your request." I remembered and got to the point.

And once again, I speak of my original purpose in order to resolve that mistake.

"No, I want to be a member, just like Mr. Grakis. Oh, by the way, I'm still a wizard for once."

"Was it? No, I'm perfectly sure because I don't even have a weapon..."

"... excuse me. Really. I'm so sorry."

"Why are you apologizing so much?

"Never mind"

Yes, in the end it is this topic. Rust coming out of me is something I used to say. I remember hearing this word somewhere just now, staining myself not even.

Dorothea asks me if I'm having such an exchange as I've seen both of them.

"You two know each other?

"No, I just got to know him in front of reception."

Dorothea is convinced to say "Oh really?" to Refill's answer.

Ask Lephire, who answered her question, Mizumi.

"Mr. Grakis, what's the measurement?

"Oh, I'm just finishing up"

"How was it?

"First of all, I guess I just said"

Returned was an invincible grin on meditation. Does that mean it wasn't a good idea first, but "I couldn't afford it first? There's no way to look tired or breathe on your shoulders.

Then Dorothea knew who Lefir fought against? I say it with a face that seemed like a half-mix of grudges and distress.

"First of all, we're two good users."

"I guess. I just moved as usual, though?

"Is it always the same...... I can't help but regret that Mr. Refile won't be left on the metail"

Ask Dorothea's words casually toward Lefir.

To some other land?

"Oh, that's..."

"Oh, I'm sorry to be talking to you, but can I just get you started?

I was in the middle of asking, but Dorothea's voice cares about time so that it overlaps Lephire's voice. With that said, I spent quite a bit of time talking from the aisle to here as well.

Not really, is it annoying to take the time to sloppy?

"Oh. I'm always good."

"Okay. - So, Mr. Lycas and Mr. Enumalph! Please!

and suddenly Dorothea raised her voice toward the back of the training ground. Then, attracted by the call, from the back door, as the words say, two human beings expressed themselves. One is a warrior-style man with a two-handed sword and hardened himself with leather armor, and the other is a man with a cane in one hand and a robe. A wizard?

Around what she said she'd ask, she'd be the one to fight with measurements. But...

"Are you two?

"Yes, I'm going to have Mr. Swimey play a game with either of those two. Mr. Lycus is a warrior, and Mr. Enumalf is a wizard. They're all different types from each other, but you both have the right power, so you can try to be powerful."

"Hmm..."

With Dorothea's words, he is still looking away at his opponent. Magic, signs, martial arts. Don't feel any signs or chills of not being alarmed by either, first of all reassured, the two people called Lycus, Enumalph, eventually arrived forward.

And soon, warrior-style men - perhaps asking as if Lycus contained some frustration.

"Are you a new guilder, too?

"Oh."

"What's your name and job?

"His name is Swimey Yakagi. He's a wizard."

If I did it, I would respond to the attitude that seems to be high pressure, and don't blur about this one.

To answer briefly, Lycus peeled his eyes in fright.

"Ah? What's that supposed to mean?

"I guess it's just a matter of mood over here. Well, not that I care deeply."

"Yes, I see."

For some reason. Lycus and I would have been outrageous in our attitude towards this one. Perhaps grumpy due to frustration, but it is nonetheless blatant. The wizard man, who said Enumarph, kept his mouth shut but likewise put together an atmosphere in which the air charged.

And Lycus turns to Refile.

"... you, were you still there?

"Oh. Have a little chat with them."

I heard that. Lycus picks the root of his eyebrows. I thought I jumped up for a moment and turned this way again.

More than just now, change its strong side to Jen Wang whilst increasing by 50%.

"You know him?"

"Huh? Well for once..."

But the pattern is to a lesser extent familiar than acquaintance, the fold Mizuming tried to say, Lycus suddenly whines with a disturbing air.

"... I see. You know him."

"Heh..."

"You know him, don't you? See?"

Why does it have such an atmosphere? If you notice, some neighbor, Enumalph, is releasing similar air. Fulfill.

Shuiming, who noticed it in a conversation back and forth, asks Lefir, who was next door.

"Maybe he's the one Mr. Grakis knocked down."

"Oh, as you can guess, those are the two of you.... It's strange that I apologize, but I'm sorry."

"I knew it..."

Why does it sigh, even though it is completely as expected?

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