446 444 Marquis House (1/2)
Fran was mixed with the adventurers led by Eliante after his power was divided by the Earl of Baileys.
”Well, we're coming, too.”
”Please. Eliante”
”I know. Then follow me, too, Princess Black Thunder.”
”Mmm.”
With the decree of Eliante, the Alliance Master, the adventurers rush out in unison. The core is Fran, Eliante and Corberto, but all 20 others would be above Rank D.
On the road, they give me information about the Rank A adventurer who sent me to Marquis Ashtoner's residence.
”I sent you to the Marquis' residence with a Westwind Sword.”
”Westwind sword? Is this a party?
”Don't you know? A few elite parties led by Rank A Adventurer Zephyrd of the Heavenly Wall.”
The adventurers around him have a stunned and frightened look at Fran for saying he doesn't know the name. I guess it's such a famous adventurer party.
The adventurers around give me details on a mouthful of mouths. The Westwind Sword seems to be a very powerful party, made up of rank B adventurers, except Zephyrd.
They say Zephyrd's ability as an individual is inferior to that of Falund and Amanda. However, as a party, it is the highest in the country and seems to be rated higher in stability than the solo Falls.
”And then you're usually famous for your common sense.”
”Hmm? What do you mean?
It doesn't make sense at first, but it was explained and well understood. I don't care what you think about high-ranking adventurers. In it, common sense stands out the other way around.
”Falund, Amanda, and Ayworth. Besides, Fran, it's hard to say you're a common sense person, isn't it?
”Hmm?”
Fran is tilting his neck, but I had to snort. Well, I'd tell Eliante to put his own name in there. I guess that means no one knows who I am.
”Looking forward to seeing you.”
(n)
The line reaches the Marquis Ashtoner residence while still maintaining a fairly fast rate of conversation that way. Heavy fighting was still taking place there.
”Looks like the Zephyrids aren't here, huh? I can't help it, we're all here at once.”
”Wait. I got this place.”
”Huh? Hey.”
Fran blocked Eliante's words, and one accelerated.
”First, we disable the pseudo-fanatical sword.”
”Mmm!”
I think I'm going to apprentice Ayworth here. No, I don't imitate just like sprinkling poison magic.
First, he tries to shoot one shot of witchcraft to try, and is struck down as he aims. After all, I guess they don't see their opponent's witchcraft and knock it off, they keep activating the power of magic knockout all the time.
'Okay, I can go with this!
”Mmm.”