An S-ranked Party's Burden Tamer, I Awoke My True Power by Killing a Familiar ~The Exiled Tamer

138 Birth of the Knight Commander?

"I'll thank you first. My sincere thanks for taking care of the scourge of this land from time to time."

"Ooh..."

I contacted Uncle Cecilm Borderline to explain the upside of what happened at the Dragon Graveyard, and he was going to be able to come all the way here.

I'm not sure I'm ready to accept it either. Robert was very supportive of me, and this is how he was inviting Uncle Cecilm and Guillen, the guild master, into the hall.

You're not an assistant. I left it to Robert.

I asked Sir Cecilm to raise his head and, for now, explain what happened in the dragon's graveyard.

That I met Mireolo.

If it was Milm's strength, he could have gotten rid of it, but he didn't take it down.

That Roig had become Durahan.

And......

"Even though Roig couldn't help himself anymore, did Fayed die too..."

"I'm sorry. I can't take him home."

"No, no, there's nothing you can apologize for. Instead, I'm the one who apologizes for shaping you like this."

Gillen also bows her head.

I don't know... don't feel restless thinking we're both not that light headed...

What a nagging itch to let a dignitary bow her head that would even be difficult to meet if she were normally alive.

"Hey... just when this happens, we have to do something about the sorcery society..."

"Honestly, the Sorcery Society won't be able to move from the Alliance..."

"I know. I'll take care of this. Whatever you say, the biggest concern in our territory has already been met by this hero. Unless it helps me, too."

It was Lord Cecilm's mission as a frontier ambassador to protect the country from foreign enemies, primarily the dragon's graveyard, and its surrounding demons.

Considering that, Sir Cecilm's future moves could certainly be a little loose.

"Let's get in touch with the Knights of the King's Capital, including about Roig."

Sir Cecilm shook his head at Guillen's suggestion.

"No, I'll take care of that."

"Is it good?

"Rather, we'll follow the Knights of the King's Landing well. The Sorcery Society is easy to give."

"Then I'll take care of it"

Apparently.

Milm cheeked all over his mouth with the treats prepared by Robert, as he always seemed uninterested.

Isle is somehow shrinking rather than right his spine with a tense face......

"Nevertheless..."

Says Sir Cecilm when he sees Isle like that.

Nervous Isle solidified and waited for the next word.

"Good, you're back alive."

"Oh, thank you......"

Sir Cecilm's face was not like that of a politician, but like that of a father who would have mercy on his son.

"But I... just pull you two legs... can't do any good..."

Isle groans with sorrow.

With a crying voice, distorting his face with regret.

"On this assignment, you were the representative of my private army. The top priority for you is to follow you both like this, and come back safely. That alone would have done a fine job as a representative."

I know about Ayle. Instead, if you turn that word around, it was a task that you could accept, even if it wasn't expected of her from the beginning right now.

But that was not the end of Sir Cecilm's words.

"If you're not convinced by that, there's next. Encourage them well. Because the role model is so familiar."

That was a gentle, enveloping voice.

"Yes......"

That's all Ir was getting upset about and couldn't get his face up.

And Milm opens his mouth so that he dares break such an atmosphere.

"Well, I'm going to be strong. I don't like it."

"I don't like it...?

"If we're expanding our territory, we'll be more powerful on our own."

"Sure."

Not only Isle, of course, but so do we, but perhaps the benefit to be received will be overwhelmingly large Isle.

I can imagine because I grew faster than Milm.