Chapter 18

"Good work. How was he?"

"Hmm... It seems like it’s close, but not quite there."

"It’s unusual for you, Master, to react this way."

"Hmph. Did he complete the registration? If so, show it to me."

"The registration details... here they are."

"Considering a half with a long-lived species, but the declaration is human... That’s impossible. If he’s really 13 years old, he’s in the same category as those four."

"...Huh? Did he show you some ridiculous skill?"

"No, it’s not that. I can’t be certain, but it’s not that. That’s why it’s not connecting..."

"Master... I don’t understand at all?"

While glaring, Master leaned back in his chair, put his fist to his forehead, and let out a deep sigh.

At this point, it’s no good. I’m diving into the sea of thoughts.

It’s not a situation where I can say, "That’s my chair."

"Paylo, do you remember the relics recovered from the forest about six years ago?"

"Oh, welcome back... I believe they were 'something identifiable as a shoe,' 'a mysterious board with an unknown purpose and glass material attached,' and 'something that appears to be a finely crafted clock.'"

"Ah... He had that clock-like object on his wrist. It was hidden under his clothes, but the shape is quite similar. Moreover... if I didn’t see it wrong, it should be moving."

"...Huh? You mean he has... an artifact known as a national-level secret? If it’s moving, the country will be in an uproar!"

"Indeed. In that case, Besart, being the town closest to the artifact, might see significant development. The country will send a large exploration team, and hunters lured by the rewards will flood in."

"Finally, this desolate border town will be reborn... It’s a deeply moving moment, given that there’s been no progress for six years."

"But we can’t be complacent. Loki said he has a purpose, but what is it...? Is there any meaning in him deliberately claiming to be a fictional demon king?"

"Hmm, I saw him leave the guild earlier. His attire and the bag he carried were quite unusual. Didn’t you ask him directly?"

"Of course not. If I hit a nerve, what would I do? If he activates an unknown skill, do you have the confidence to survive?"

"Given the possibility that he’s in the same category as those four, we should stop. The worst-case scenario is that the town itself could be obliterated!"

He felt ashamed of his rash words.

One of those famous four doesn’t seem to be a combat specialist...

But at least the other three can easily crush an army.

The skills they possess, which can destroy a small country, are known to those with power and information.

Besart could be wiped out in an instant. There’s nothing to gain from making him an enemy.

However, seeing him cry over a piece of meat, it’s hard to imagine him doing something so grand...

"Paylo, you’ll handle Loki’s training."

"Wh-What?"

"Given your field experience, you’re the best person for the job. Answer all the questions he asks to the best of your ability."

"..."

"Think of it as a hassle? He’s the same type as me. I can immediately sense such emotions. So, try to draw out as many questions as possible. And report everything to me."

"Same as you... and the possibility of multiple S-rank skills... No, no, no! I’m scared!!!"

"From the questions, we might be able to narrow down his purpose. Don’t worry, just smile and answer generously. Don’t overthink it."

"But, but..."

The church bell rang, signaling noon.

It wouldn’t be surprising if the problematic boy returned soon.

When did this burden start?

I know exactly.

It started when the mysterious artifacts were recovered from the forest.

Amanda, the receptionist, and I, the relic management officer, were dragged into the schemes of the country and Master.

What exactly is that thing, whose material is unknown? I’m certainly curious, but...

Even if I weigh my ambition for advancement against the risk to my life, it doesn’t balance out, and I can’t make up my mind.

"Really, Paylo, you’re not very manly. Shall I take over?"

"Amanda, at least knock."

"Considering I brought you tea... It’s dangerous to ignore an informant, you know?"

"Of course, you were listening with your [Eavesdropping] skill, weren’t you? Can you do it?"

"At least I’ve given the impression of being his handler. I’ve mixed in a bit of personal interest... but I don’t think he’s suspicious of me."

"Personal interest... Are you using your charm again, Amanda?"

"Why not! His face is like a cute small animal, something you won’t find around here... Unlike Paylo, he has a promising future!"

"Whatever. Don’t mix personal interests with matters involving the artifact. If you can do that, I’ll allow it."

"Of course, if I manage to get the information, there will be a special bonus, right?"

"Depending on the content, I’ll consider it."

Indeed, as the head of reception, Amanda is composed.

But this way, I won’t be directly targeted by the reincarnated person.

I value my life above all, and advancement is just a bonus.

Grateful to Amanda, Paylo stared at his unoccupied chair.

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