92 [2-26] Older boys daughter (1/2)

The brick-colored tavern was filled with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and roasting meat. The brick-colored bar was filled with the smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and roasting meat.

It was a little better than a cheap bar, but it had an atmosphere of dignity and pride.

Hey, Malcolm, you should come over here.

”Sorry, I'm on sentry duty. Sorry, I'm on sentry duty. I'll have a drink to warm myself up and then I'll be off.

Declining the invitation of an acquaintance who happened to be there, Malcolm took a seat at the counter facing the wall.

Malcolm Stride was a knight of Noa Curio. He is a knight of Noah's Curio, the same system that grants knighthoods to professional soldiers from the commonwealth. He is currently a member of the Transportation Corps, a unit that handles logistics.

The Transportation Corps' job is to support the troops going to the front. The Transportation Corps is often misunderstood as an easy job, but the job of transporting, buying, and escorting supplies at the risk of one's life is not an easy one.

Even now, Malcolm's troops are just resting after bringing in supplies from Wesara, and it's not my lucky day to have to stand guard at a time like this. I thought that the Transportation Corps wouldn't have to help since the front line troops stationed in the city would be manning the sentry anyway, but I heard that doing so would hurt someone's reputation somewhere.

This is where the knight comes in handy. The knight is sent out as a field supervisor, because he thinks that it would be unwise to let the conscripts do the work alone.

On top of that, something troublesome was happening right now.

For some reason, the purchase of supplies suddenly went awry. ...... Someone is buying up all the food and fodder.

Thanks to this, the Transportation Corps commander is on edge and the atmosphere in the corps is bad. The Transportation Corps has been forced to go around the countryside to buy food, and the workload for the entire Corps has increased. Moreover, in the long run, we are losing ground.

There is no shortage of reasons to sigh.

Malcolm arranges for himself a cup of sake in a ceramic bowl, a huge piece of roasted meat on the bone, and a loaf of crappy bread that will only make him hungry. He was just about to reach out to devour it quickly.

”Can I sit next to you?　Noah Curio soldier.

A girl glided through the crowded store and came to stand next to Malcolm.

A girl about her age, with a flamboyant, buoyant air.

Her long, honey-colored hair glistened in the warm light.

She was wearing a light armor made of some kind of leather. New recruits, no matter how splendid their armor, look as if they are clothed in it, but her figure was regal, and she did not look like just a weak girl. At the very least, she was the kind of person who wouldn't mind coming to a tavern like this alone.

”Are you an adventurer, young lady?

”Yes. Well, you can tell if I'm dressed like this. Cheers.

The girl takes the liberty of smashing the cup she brought into Malcolm's cup.

Sounds like you've been working hard.

”Actually, I'm working now. I'm actually going to work now. I'll be on guard duty all night.

Wow. I've got to warm up then. Give me two servings of fire-breathing soup, please!

As expected, Malcolm panics when the girl pulls out her wallet and orders.

Malcolm panicked. ”Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you going to buy me a drink?

”No, no, no. It's okay. I make enough money to buy a bowl of soup on a whim for a soldier I meet by chance. You've got to try their 'fire-breathing soup'.

The girl didn't seem to mind.

If it had been a stranger, Malcolm might have been suspicious, but when it was a younger, pretty girl, he could not help but feel suspicious, which was the sadness of men.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to have a meal with you then.

--”I'm sorry, but I'll have a meal with you.

If you want, you can tell me about your work. ...... Oh, sure, as much as you can tell me. The military has a lot of secrets.

The girl smiled good-naturedly and poked the table with her fingertips three times, twice, as if playing with her hands.

The same time.

At the same time, in an alleyway near the tavern.

Panira (Rene), who was holding a caller ID to her ear while munching on a dried meat sandwich (which she had begged Tracy for money to buy), noticed the signal from Tracy.

Panira (Rene)'s ability to sense emotions is now completely within a 30 meter radius. She knows where people are. Putting her under such awareness is equivalent to locking her on as a target for magic.

I could tell from the tapping of his fingers that the person talking to Tracy was the person to his right. Once you know that, all you have to do is aim and shoot with magic. It's that simple.

...... ”Truth Serum