Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

341  Hiring Sergei Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Instead of getting rid of you, I am here for another reason. Why don't you join my ranks?"

As he said those words to Sergei, Raphael raised his right hand to waist level, intending to shake hands with him. Being a newborn nation, the Queendom of Raevender was lacking in personnel in both the government and military departments. For that reason, the queendom was actively looking for capable people to fulfill what it lacked. One of the ways to hire military personnel was by scouting the frequent adventurers in the area. If an adventure or a party was showing incredible feats or had enough credibility from the guild, the government would try to ask them to join their knights' order. It had been a practice in every nation, which was why Raphael's was doing the same thing. "You want me to join you? Even though you just know me?" "That's right. You are strong and skilled, and you seem like a kind person as well. Our nation would be glad to have someone like you. Would you like to become this country's knight?"

"Thank you for the offer, Lord Raphael, but this is so sudden. I think I need some time." Personally, Sergei wanted to take Raphael's offer, but he thought that it was not the right time yet. "You don't need to give your response right now, Sergei." Raphael paused and dropped his hand. "Take your time to decide." "I understand." "Thank you for having a bit of your time, Sergei. And I am sorry for disturbing your dungeon exploration. Well then, see you next time." Afterwards, Raphael turned his back, and he instantly disappeared from his spot. When Raphael vanished, monsters began to rush toward Sergei's direction. He then slayed the incoming monsters before he proceeded to the next passageway. ◆◇◆◇◆◇

Just a moment ago, I came to the dungeon and met this rumored guy named Sergei on the 31st Floor. I asked him to join our military, but he could not decide yet, so I left this matter for another time and went to the surface to deal with my unfinished business. But before that, I went over to the royal palace to get things ready for my parents' coronation tomorrow. The reigning queen would be crowned Mother, of course, while Mom and Gabrielle would be her consorts. The regalia for the queen had been crafted and were ready to be worn. The royal set was composed of a crown, a sword, and a scepter. Made from the highest quality materials we could procure, the majestic article would highlight the image and legacy of the queens of the Raevender family. Not only my mothers, but Big Sis and I would have our royal recognition as well. My sister would be hailed as the crown princess, while I would be receiving the title of marquis alongside my prince title. On the other hand, Michael, Lucy, and Uriel would be knighted and given their own domain to rule. In addition, they might even be promoted to barons in a year or so. We wanted tomorrow to be perfect, so everything was arranged meticulously. That would mark our legacy in this world, and we would make the coronation a pivotal moment in history as the first nation to conquer a hundred-floored dungeon on this continent. After a formal meeting with my family and our officials, I teleported myself into the forest, dozens of kilometers from the Outer Wall. Once I landed at the destination, I looked around and sensed a battle nearby, just a hundred meters from my spot. I cloaked myself in Perfect Concealment and teleported once again. As soon as I got to the area, I found myself in the middle of a fight between a human and a monster. The monster was a Level 420 Owlursus, a giant brown-furred bear with the head of an owl, more likely a screech owl. Unlike other mammal-avian hybrids like the Griffon, Hippogryphs, Buraq, and so on, Owlursus did not have wings. In exchange, an Owlursus possessed terrifyingly high physical attributes. It was like the stats supposed to be on magic were mostly allocated to the STR. In addition to the keen senses of an owl, these monsters were terrifying hunsters. They ambushed their prey and primarily used speed and brute force to easily crush their victims. Adventurers had been having a hard time dealing with that monster. Many parties had been wiped out by a single a single Owlursus. However, its opponent right now could arguably be considered a one-man army, and that person was Dane. "EEEEK!!!" The Owlursus, which was lightly injured from the fight, screeched as it propelled itself toward the standing Dane, who was orbited by a dozen blades. Dane stared piercingly at the rushed monster before she thrust her right hand forward and ordered two of her blades to fly forth. The swords flew so fast in the air that when they hit the shoulders of the owlbear, the monster knocked back, snapping a hard tree trunk in the process. Dane brought back the swords and removed them from the Owlursus's body. In spite of the injuries it sustained, the bear staggeringly managed to rise back. Suddenly, a sword came flying into Dane's hand, and then the other blades struck themselves to the ground. Dane took a stance, and she decided to fight her opponent in close range. "Ha!" With a sword in her hand, Dane lunged at the monster. The Owlursus, which was excruciating in pain, barely noticed Dane's approach, and it reflexively swung its massive arm horizontally. Dane immediately gripped her sword with both hands and clashed it with her arm. Clang! The blade met the extremely hard claws of the Owlursus, however, it was clear that Dane was currently more powerful, and she effectively parried the arm. The bear tried to use its other arm, but the result was pretty much the same. "Armor Cutter!" Using a fast technique for cleaving metals like butter, Dane slashed her diagonally, easily piercing through the Owlursus's touch hide, and sliced its body cleanly in half.  

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