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

"No, but wouldn't it have been nice if you had bothered to show us your strength from the other side"

"Yes, you're right. Sir Little."

Two men talk secretly in a mansion in the aristocratic district of Wang Du.

"And how much enemy power?

"To be clear, those two are monsters. It's beyond the realm of co-ordinated S-rank adventurers."

"Well, that's all Deputy Commander Garm, a soldier in the war..."

"Yes. So..."

"I know. You just have to hit the monster on those two as well. Be careful with Mireolo."

The man called Sir Little said so with a humble grin.

He was an aristocrat who was awarded the Marquis and was now a deeply related man to the Adventurer Guild, putting together soldiers from all over the country, including the Knights of the King's Capital as military secretary.

The sharp eye still emits more hegemony than one another with active adventurers and soldiers.

"I don't think it's going to happen if it's the undead killer. There's really no big deal with the other woman I was bringing in."

"It will be. That's just the ace of a private army of country nobles."

"It is unknown if there is anyone in the territory who can be called a force of war, but I was wondering if it would take time to hold up talented people in the territory in the ascent of the adventurer... If there is a third person, this one if only two monsters are held down. It must be something that only individuals can fight for."

Garm's wish was simply to avoid that monster - fighting Lando and Mirum.

Keep pushing just in case for that.

As a matter of fact, Garm is still more concerned. I've never seen a Tamer with all that power or anything like that. If that's the inexperienced profession of Necromancer, it doesn't matter what's in the territory. At least I know to manipulate the undead, and I know that I have missed three god-beast classes.

But in order not to undermine the mood of Secretary Little, he now needed to speak lightly of his opponent.

"Uhm... number is power. And it's the hardest thing to control that number… I think adventurers can do anything by themselves. Well, maybe the Sorcery Society is the same."

Do you have something to think about? Little voices irritate me.

"But, well, it's convenient if you crush each other on your own. This one is devastated because of that former Knight Commander fool. We have to show them our strength here."

Roig's demise was a major event that resonated not only with the Knights of the King's Capital and the Adventurer's Guild, but also with the litre on top of it.

Already the thrust from around the treasurer in pursuit of liability issues has been tremendous, plaguing Little's head.

But here comes information that leads to life and death.

"Really...... you can just thank me for taking the trouble to make this one easy to beat soil"

Little laughs.

"I don't know if he's a Necromancer, but he's not a sane shack, such as building a city in the undead. Send the Knights as an internal investigation. Whether there's a problem inside or not, if you smash it, there's nothing wrong with it."

"Yes, I did. If it wasn't for those two, it would be a land of little girls and undead alone."

"Oh. And that land must be where the Knights of the King's Capital stepped in in the past, right?

"Yes, because it's a simple power comparison if the interests of the land don't matter."

So there's no problem at all.

Two men laugh at each other.

Garm was in a hurry to spare his inner litre.

But there is no longer a way to stop it.

The spirit of Garm, who was supposed to have ascended from the Adventurers to the Knights and gained stability, was more disturbed than it was then.