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

"Oh. Did I surprise you? As you know, these two are my benefactors, up-and-coming adventurers' parties. Did Lord Grimm still know?"

"Well... of course that's..."

Unstoppable grime of cold sweat.

He turns his gaze on us not to say anything extra, but the motion has stopped and the milm is set to move.

"Oh. I wonder what the man who invited me nasty at Midgard's headquarters is doing here."

"Oh, you. Oh, my God."

Grimm protesting in a whisper staring at Mirum in a tremendous shape.

"Oh? Is that true?

"No way. I didn't see it wrong with someone else..."

"You were selling fights to the Midgard Chamber of Commerce masters, too, weren't you? I'm sure his name was... Grimm."

"Grunt..."

Grimm turns his face bright red with anger and haste.

Don't be even more noticeable with your originally hot and bitter face turning red......

"Rand."

Lord Cecilm, lost in judgment, swoops at me.

It was like I promised Marlon, and I'll give you the guidance here.

"They sold you a fight at Midgard HQ... it's true that you invited Mirmu at that time, and that Marlon turned it upside down angrily"

"Sir Cecilm! Don't let them fool you! Those are felons who, along with Marlon, wrongfully participated! The evidence is here!

"Hmm..."

What Grimm took out was several sheets of paper.

Apparently, there is evidence of wrongdoing...

"Sure, if what's written here is true, it's a big problem"

"You will! Wouldn't you!? So."

"Don't get me wrong. If it's true, I told you so."

"What...! Are you saying you can suspect me?!

"No, I don't doubt it."

Sir Cecilm's words distorted the look of Grimm, who was in a hurry.

"Look... if it is"

"There is no question. This document has been altered. The sin of trying to discredit the great merchants in our territory and two of my benefactors, cannot be redeemed by their necks. Grimm."

"Become..."

Grimm to solidify into Sir Cecilm's words.

Keep your gaze right and left. My face was sweating like a waterfall, and my face, which was finally red, was pale.

"Oh no... please have mercy!

"Hmmm... if it was meant to be, I would decide to dispose of it in Wangdu..."

Sir Cecilm looks at this one.

I'll tell Marlon it's okay if there's no harm done to us.

"I am! Never in the future! Let's swear we'll never get involved......! So please!

"Grimm. Choose."

"Ha!"

Grimm looks up to Sir Cecilm with a face he believes will help.

"Do you die as a nobleman or do you involve your clan and disappear dishonorably"

"Ha ha...?

Perhaps you should not be legally authorized to dispose of it directly, no matter how large the nobility.

Still poking at that choice is a proclamation that using the power of the Borderline House to its full potential will have consequences.

Grimm's end of the line, which is only the baron's house, was already the same as it was decided.