[Translator - Kiteretsu]
[Proofreader - Kyros]
The next day.
Holding the mission contract received from the wonderful receptionist at the guild, Arzen arrived at the sewer entrance at the appointed time, but no one was there.
âAre the lowest-level adventurers just societyâs trash who canât even keep an appointmentâ¦?â
As he thought this, someone waved from a distance.
âAh, hello!â
A man waved with a friendly smile.
Arzen had mentally labeled him as a âbastardâ since he had been chatting warmly with a woman on a bench since morning, but decided to reconsider.
He might just be a kind person after all.
âSo youâre the healer recommended by James, huh?â
âYes.â
âSorry, I didnât see you right away because I was discussing the plan. Oh, by the way, Iâm Brick. As you can see, Iâm a warrior. Iâll be in charge of the front line.â
Steel-ranked warriors usually wear chainmail armor or even just padded armor because they struggle with the cost of plate or medium armor and its maintenance.
But this guy is in light armor.
Heâs either supported by a wealthy family or exceptionally skilled, and itâs more likely the former.
âBasic warrior equipment⦠A one-handed sword and a round shield.â
Brick then pointed to the woman next to him.
âThis is Dini. Sheâs a mage. Sheâs working this job to save up money and gain experience for her apprentice witch exam.â
What is this, a bastard?
Why is he going on about such unnecessary background details?
âI donât get the point at all. Whatâs with this jerk?â
Is he trying to say his girlfriend is different from us lowlifes who aim to make a living by the sword?
This is a complete load of crap.
âHmph⦠Unnecessary information.â
Just then, a voice from above, on the roof beside the sewer entrance, seemed to reflect Arzenâs thoughts.
Whatâs going on!
A woman was skillfully carving bamboo into arrows.
By the way, itâs a trait of poor archers that they canât afford metal arrowheads.
âWeâre just a collective group of interests for this mission. I donât understand why youâre explaining all this.â
So much for trying to look impressive, but not managing it at all.
The lowest-level steel-ranked adventurers really are pitiable in many ways.
The archer gathered the bamboo arrows into her quiver and jumped down with flair.
But she seemed to twist her ankle upon landing, causing her body to jolt.
ââ¦â¦â
ââ¦â¦â
ââ¦â¦â
Seeing the archer limping away and trying to hide it, Arzen spoke up.
âNeed healing?â
âNo, itâs not necessary. Itâs equivalent to a mosquito bite.â
âOkay, so you really donât need any help?â
Then the archer rolled up her pants to reveal an already swelling ankle.
âWhat insane honestyâ¦!â
This woman, who uses wooden arrows, is definitely meticulous about her economic calculations!
âThatâs a pretty big mosquito bite. It was so fast that you didnât even see it leave.â
âYeah, I got bitten by a mosquito while jumping down. Youâre more observant than I thought.â
âAre you mocking me, you fool? âOnly love is the first commandment. Follow this commandment, so that the light of creation within your soul may be seen by the worldâ¦ââ
Healing light radiated from Arzenâs hands, enveloping the archerâs ankle.
âOh, oh! Youâre really amazing! Now I understand why James, who has such high standards for people, recommended you even at night!â
The warrior, Brick, was full of praise.
âYes, praise me. Applaud me!â
For you lowlifes, this noble Arzen is fundamentally different from you!
âHmph, is that so.â
As Arzen shrugged his shoulders while pretending to be indifferent, the mage Diniâs eyes narrowed.
âWhatâs up with herâ¦? Did she just recite a shortened version of the liturgy?â
With her sun-tanned skin, she seemed like a shepherd type, but using a liturgy instead of a spell means sheâs a cleric type.
âBut a shortened chant?â
Even though itâs basic healing magic, that was incredibly fast.
âHer healing power must be exceptionally quick.â
At that moment, a public official from the city hall appeared, scratching his disheveled hair.
âAh, everyoneâs gathered.â
Arzen narrowed his eyes.
âA stench of corruption⦠or maybe he just sees steel-ranked adventurers as nothing but trash.â
It was infuriating.
When he was with the
, public officials were always groveling.
But this guy now had an arrogant air, as if his shoulders were breaking through the sky.
âSteel-ranked adventurers are pitiful⦠society is cold.â
The public official pulled something out of his pocket and started chewing.
It was a famous slime jelly made from slime essence.
âAs you know, after slaying a slime, its mucus spreads everywhere, and the byproducts are sold at high prices.â
â!â
âThis one canât be used for food since itâs from the sewers, but you can collect as much as you want after exterminating them.â
â!!â
âOnce the extermination is complete, report back to the guild. Any questions or concerns should be directed to the guild as well.â
He completely shifted all responsibility for the process and results onto the guild.
This guy was a high-level piece of trash.
âQuite impressive. Even though your level of trashiness is high in a different industry, Iâll acknowledge it.â
Brick, bowing deeply to this piece of trash of a public official.
âThank you in advance!â
Low-level adventurers are truly unfortunate.
âAlright, donât overdo it. I have some business to attend to, so Iâll be off.â
Brick bowed energetically once more and then looked back at everyone.
âLetâs set up the formation. Iâll naturally take the front, and since the sewer is dark, archer, please stay on the side and keep an eye out for any signs.â
âHmphâ¦â¦â
âAlso, weâll place the healer in the safest central position, and Dini⦠youâll take charge of fire support from the rear. Now, letâs go!â
While these instructions were exchanged, a light appeared on Arzenâs palm as he recited the miracle's incantation.
âãLamp of Prayerã.â
This was even before the warrior had a chance to light the torch.
Everyone looked at Arzen with confusion.
To Arzen, their expressions were equally perplexing, and he tilted his head.
âWhy? Donât you need this? The inside of the sewer is dark, you know.â
[Translator - Kiteretsu]
[Proofreader - Kyros]