246 244 Boarding (2/2)
Looks like you're here.
”... strong”
”Right.”
An earlier sailor takes me on a walk with adventurers from aboard. One of the things that caught my particular attention was the warrior-style man who was in the lead. Pretty strong. I'm pretty sure he's the only Rank B Adventurer this guy has.
But I think I've seen it somewhere. The man's blue armor definitely looks familiar... Um, I can't remember. Have you missed the Adventurer Alliance?
Lord Mordred, this way.
The blue armored man says Moldred, apparently. It's some kind of a betrayal name, but it's okay, right?
”There's your last escort, I'd like to introduce you”
It was not Moldred who responded to the deputy captain, but the little man beside him.
”Hey. Did you call Brother Mordred to introduce you to one little girl? It would be polite for him to come say hello.”
It's annoying, but it can also be called an honest argument. 'Cause normally, a Rank B Adventurer Mordred would be better off than his little girl Fran.
A lot of Mordred party members and men nod to agree with the little man.
”Brother, lick these guys about your brother...”
But it was Moldred of the day who controlled the sudden little man.
”Hey, if you don't want to expose yourself to shame, keep it that way, Sulnin”
”Huh?”
”The underside goes to greet the superior. Naturally. That's why I should keep my head down.”
”Hey, what are you talking about, brother!
To the words of a sudden brother, a little man called Sulnin shouts his surprise. But Mordred, regardless, lowered his head gently toward Fran.
”Sorry, my men have been rude”
”Mm-hmm. I don't care”
”Let me name you again. I'm Rank C Party, leader of Iron God's Breath, Moldred.”
”Rank C Adventurer, Fran”
Listening to Fran's introduction, the sulnins tried to speak up again. Because it's rank C. Because he is a superior adventurer over them, but no matter what he thinks, he cannot be considered superior to Moldred. But before they get stuck with Fran, Moldred talks to Fran again.
”Are you sure it's the Black Thunder Princess?
”That's what they often call it these days”
”Again. Let me see all the martial arts.”
”Were you in Urmut?
”To participate, it's just me. I lost to Lord Fermus in World War 2.”
Oh, I remember where I met this guy. It's a militant tournament. I watched this guy's game rather than I met him. When I told him that, he reminded me of Mordred, too.
”Melting iron magic?
I remembered how impressed I was to see him handle the iron melting magic quite skillfully. Right, that participant?
”You know what? Remember?
”Mm-hmm. Because I was strong.”
”I beat Fermus, who completed me, and I'm honored to have you say that.”
”Uh, brother?
”You guys wouldn't know because you were caged in a crystal cage, but she's the # 3 winner of the militant tournament. Still rank C, but only fighting power isn't rank A and less colored”
”Yes!”
”Seriously!
”Ugh......!
”True. Much stronger than me.”
It was just after Moldred said so.
”” ”I'm sorry -!
The adventurers dive before Fran and decide to sit down in the ground at the same time. Well, you don't hate clean people, do you? Fran didn't seem angry either, rather he was watching with interest the sight of the big men sitting in the ground.