Satou's here. In the past, during the time when the anime about galaxy war was popular, there was a time when drinking black tea mixed with brandy among friends was popular. It quickly ended up with people drinking only the brandy though.
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"Are you always wearing that boorish hood?"
"Please pardon me. This is because there are a lot of nobles who find our beast faces unpleasant."
When I was halfway walking outside of the party venue with the weaselkin merchant, I asked about his hood and got that answer.
He was speaking strangely eloquently so I was getting cautious, but looking closer it seems because he's wearing a translation ring.
It's probably the same item they gave to the summoned Japanese people in Rumooku Kingdom.
Unlike the warm party venue, this stone corridor with its penetrating cold likely would even make a healthy person catch a cold in half an hour.
There are some movements of suspicious shadow beyond the corridor.
Waiting in a place like this huh, assassins have it hard too.
"Please look at that."
The weaselkin merchant stopped in the middle of the corridor and pointed outside a small glass window.
I see snowy landscapes outside the window.
The Kiwolk Kingdom buried under the snow and a lake covered in ice.
On the middle of the lake an amethyst-like rock--no, tower-like thing has sprouted, emitting faint light.
I can see them thanks to [Distant View] skill but normal people probably can only see a very faint purple light.
I heard a faint sound behind the corridor pillars.
The obvious assailant is probably going to attack soon.
"That purple light is the thing you wanted to show me?"
"Yes, the tower emitting that light is--"
I thrust the merchant away when he was still talking, and swat the poisonous daggers that were thrown at us using a muffler circulated with magic power.
"Impossible."
"He repelled all seven of them!"
The assailants show themselves up from behind the pillars.
Lisp language were revised in my brain like usual.
The five assailants are holding poisonous daggers.
Under the hood, their figures look like weaselkin, but according to the AR reading, they're ratkin men.
Their affiliation is--.
"Sir Pendragon, are you alright! Soldiers! Do not let even one of the thieves escape!"
"""OU"""
From the opposite side of the corridor, the red-haired general and soldiers showed up with an oddly good timing.
The assailants who are in disadvantage seemingly intend to escape through the hole behind the pillar that they used to invade here.
I've put markers on them so there's no point of them escaping, but catching them would be troublesome, so I neutralize one of the assailants by throwing a pebble on him.
"Send this guy to the dungeon and question him."
The soldiers brought by the red-haired general tie the assailant and are going to take him away.
Oops, it'll be bad as is.
"Sir Pendragon, are you injured anywhere?"
"No, I'm alright."
I gave the red-haired general, who was trying to hide the assailant from my line of sight with a barefaced smile, a positive answer.
"Wait, I have some business with that man."
"Sir Pendragon, please don't get close to the thief."
I stepped forward to stop the soldiers who were going to take the assailant away, but the red-haired general obstructed me.
"This kind of assassins has many unknown ways to attack. As you are our country's guest of honor, we cannot let you get injured."
"I see, that's true isn't it--"
I flick half a copper coin I took from my hand away, uncovering the assailant's hood.
"--I thought he was a weaselkin, but it appears he's a ratkin isn't he."
When I told the red-haired general that while putting a refreshing smile, he muttered, "gununu", and said, "that seems to be the case", with a cramped face while squeezing the words, and then he withdrew.