"You bastard! What do you mean the purchase price for the materials is so little?"
"N-no, well, that's..."
I stopped off in Guildrum, a town to gather information and apply for the use of an item to terminate my slave contract.
While wondering why the guild seemed so deserted, I came across a group of adventurers yelling at the reception desk. They seemed to be protesting because they weren't happy with the price they were being paid for materials... but their threatening, angry yelling was clearly crossing the line.
The timid-looking rabbit beastman receptionist was trembling, and I instinctively got in between the two of them.
"Um, just a moment."
"ah!?"
The female boar beastman who seemed to be the leader glared at me.
But I wasn't afraid at all and calmly pointed it out.
"As for the material, I think it's only natural that the purchase price would be low in that condition."
He points at the tattered monster material.
It's the fur of a level 50 monster, Big Bison.
"There are a lot of scratches on its fur, and this one has been burned over a wide area by fire magic. I think it's better that they'll take it."
"Uh, what's up with you? What the hell are you babbling about, you brat?"
The female boar beastman snorted in displeasure.
And in the next moment, he turned up the corners of his mouth as if he was making fun of me.
"Just a brat who's only just been given a
"Umm, well, I guess."
Saying that, I took out about ten big bison furs from the "sex room."
Just before arriving in the town, Sister Claire had predicted, "I had an idea! Let's gather some Gachimuchi Grass around here, which is the material for a stimulant!". When I entered the forest, I hunted down some monster materials along the way.
He had poked her in the most sensitive spot with his penis, so the fur remained as perfect as if it were artificial.
"If you're going to complain about the purchase price, you should at least hunt this cleanly."
"teeth...?"
He spoke to the stunned boar beastwoman in a persuasive manner.
But the next moment, the woman's face turned red with anger,
"You... you're carrying an item box, so you're a
He and his party members surrounded me and suddenly started punching me!
It's easy to dodge, but...if you go too wild, it will cause trouble for the guild.
So I - I blocked the fist in my face.
"Hehe, I get carried away...huh?"
The boar beastwoman's face distorts in shock.
The reason was that my body, which was over level 300, was not even budgeable from the fists of the woman who seemed to be a close-range user.
"Wh-who is this guy?! Leave me here! Stop spacing out!"
"Y-yes!"
Following the orders of the boar beastman who seemed to be the party leader, my subordinates restrained me.
The boar beastwoman then smiled wickedly and said, "I don't know what kind of trick this is, but..."
"This sure does work!"
He kicked me in the groin.
Instant -- thump!
"Huh?! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!?"
"Huh?! Leader?!"
The female boar beastman fainted in agony as if she had kicked with all her might into a sharp piece of steel. She writhed about, clutching her bleeding leg.
The other party members also had confused expressions on their faces, not understanding what was going on, and looked down at me, who remained calm, as if I was a monster or something.
I grabbed their hands and lifted them up one by one with one hand.
DOGOOOOOOOON!
He throws the guild's equipment with enough force not to damage it.
This will help cool your head a little.
"If you cause too much trouble for the guild, you'll end up strangling yourself, so you should keep your price negotiations to a minimum, okay?"
"Wha-what is this thing?!"
"You're not a merchant?"
"Guh...?! Shit, let's go you guys!"
The adventurers muttered in a fuss, then snatched the offered purchase money and left the guild.
Hmm, from the looks of it, maybe I should explain it a bit more later.
Anyway, that's enough for now.
I changed my focus and turned towards the rabbit beastkin receptionist.
"Sorry for the fuss. Are you okay?"
"Eh, ah, hi! Thank you very much! I, I should have properly explained the matter of the purchase price. I'm a coward, and I'm always like that..."
The rabbit beast receptionist, whose face was hidden by her long bangs, lowered her bunny ears with an apologetic look on her face.
"No no, I was the one who cut in line. As an apology for the fuss, I'll deliver the materials for the Big Bison."
"Eh?! Wow, wow. Is that okay?! Such high-quality materials are very helpful."
The receptionist finally smiled at the materials I handed her.
Then, as if he had suddenly realized something, he rearranged his posture,
"Oh, sorry, I got carried away. You came to the guild on business, right? My name is Milcolette Barney, receptionist. What can I help you with today?"
Bernie tries her best to look like a receptionist.
While thinking of her with a smile,
"Actually, I'm this kind of person..."
I quietly showed him my guild card, which I'd registered under the false name of Elior.
"I would like to apply for the use of an item to release my slave contract, so it would be appreciated if you could speak to the guild master."
"What, you're requesting a contract cancellation item...huh?!"
At that moment, Barney's face stiffened in shock.
"Eh, an S-class adventurer...?! At 14 years old...?! W-w-what?! I-I'll call the Guild Master right now, so please sit down...?! Ahhhhhh!"
"Um, there's no need to panic, okay?"
Bernie fell over and over, screaming softly as she retreated to the back of the guild. Worried about her, we waited for the guild master inside the guild, which for some reason was not very popular.
"Well, thank you for taking care of Bernie. He's a good kid who's good at his job, but he's still a bit of a troublemaker... And you helped me out with the materials. If you find any other good items, I'll buy them at a high price."
The Guild Master of Guildrum who welcomed us in the office - Thomas-san, a fairly elderly cat-man grandfather.
Mr. Thomas, who could be described as a kindly old man, thanked us in a cheerful voice for the commotion earlier and offered us tea.
Perhaps it was because of his years of experience, but he didn't seem all that surprised by the presence of a 14-year-old S-class adventurer, and gave off a very friendly impression. We felt relieved and continued chatting away, thinking that the application for the slave contract release item would go smoothly, but――,
"So... about the application for the slave contract release item."
Thomas-san muttered softly as he sipped his tea.
The voice sounded somewhat serious, unlike the cheerful tone from earlier.
Just as we were sensing an uneasy atmosphere,
"Actually, that's not possible right now."
"picture"
I couldn't help but let out a gasp when I heard Thomas' words.
But after a few moments, I noticed something was off about that phrase.
now?
"But does that have something to do with the fact that we don't see many adventurers in the guild?"
"As expected of an S-rank. You're very perceptive. I'll explain as we walk."
And with that, Thomas leaves the guild.
He guided me to a treatment center near the guild.
"You must be having a hard time," Thomas said, calling out to the healer-type "gifted" people who were busily running around the large facility.
"As you know, the magic item that can release a slave contract is, by its very nature, strictly managed. It is usually stored sealed deep underground in a large guild, and in order to take it out and use it, you need the registered magical powers of the five highest ranking guild employees and the permission seal of me, the guild master. However--"
Saying this, Thomas opened the door to the clinic.
"Currently, this town is experiencing a strange phenomenon, and it's difficult to even remove the contract cancellation item."
"Wha――?!"
For a moment our eyes were wide open.
The reason was that there were over 100 people lying there, including adventurers, guild staff, and guards, with lifeless faces and in pain.
Thomas continues with a sad look on his face.
"The number of people who have not woken up for days is increasing day by day. Even with treatment, they are only getting weaker with each passing day with no signs of recovery. At this rate, we will not be able to retrieve the items, let alone run the guild or defend the city."
And Mr. Thomas said in a serious tone,
"S-class adventurer from a foreign country. I would like to ask for your help in solving this strange phenomenon."
She bowed her head with cat ears deeply to me, a girl who was only 14 years old.