Frick folded the white paper on which he had witnessed the situation in Lemongrasse into the shape of a paper kite, and gently sent it out of the window. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The moment Frick's fingertips left, the magic attached to the paper made it seem as if it were weightless, and it flew off into the distance without hindrance on a windless night. In the light of the silver white moon, the document flew over Lemonglas and towards the library of the Gate of the North.

It's some sort of spell-like trick that works just by magically sending some folded documents to the person designated by the caster. Of course, the clearer the caster's understanding of the destination and the person, the more accurately the sent file will be delivered to the target.

The calligrapher who invented it simply named it "Paper Kite", perhaps because it was a technique he developed while he was origami. In terms of effectiveness, it's nowhere near as easy to handle as the Wizard's Enchanter, but it's barely enough to be a substitute if you just want to deliver a file.

The village is not remote, but it is so poor that even the village chief's house does not even have a telephone or telegraph. The only way to get in touch with the Great Library at the Gate of the End of the North is to summon demons like Sir Leinster.

It took just over a little more than a moment for Frick to compile a report of what he had witnessed when he arrived in Lemongrass, and to make it into a "paper kite" and send it back to the Great Library. But as if he had been running in the mountains all day, he felt that his body was full of inexplicable fatigue.

He knew that physical exhaustion should be caused by a large loss of magical energy, and that the fatigue of the physical reaction from the spirit was more profound than the fatigue caused by labor. After releasing the origami, Frick suddenly sat down in his chair, his head aching as if he had been beaten with a stick.

When they arrived at the door of the village chief's house with Sir Leinster in tow, the middle-aged man named Pat was already waiting for them with a nervous face. Beside him, there were several people of his age, and judging by their attire, they were probably local nobles.

The men's attention was entirely focused on Sir Leonster, and it was evident that it was not the first time they had seen each other. When they saw Sizz's face appear, several of them immediately smiled reassuringly, while others frowned, not knowing what they were thinking.

Then came the time of negotiation with those who had a voice in Lemongrass, as Urles Leinster declared to Flick. There are quite a few things to discuss between them, such as the defense of Lemongrass, the most critical one, and the distribution of certain interests.

He apparently didn't intend to let Flick sit in on their conversations, but simply asked them to leave on the grounds that they still had something to do. There is no doubt that Uls Leinster, who was unbeknownst to Frick, had obtained information about Lemongrass and had been in contact with Pat and the others.

Aside from the excavations that Dean had gathered from the ruins, there must have been something else in this impoverished village that attracted him. Previously, Pat had been shy about spending money on ambulance mercenaries or guilds, and the reason for this was probably related to Sir Leinster.

If you consider this incident on this premise, the fact that they contacted the garrison to investigate the monster but found nothing may have something to do with the purpose of his trip. And if you think about it from a more malicious point of view, even those monsters may have been recruited by him, and with his dual identity as a nobleman and a monster scholar, it is natural to get some rare monsters.

- Stop, it's too much of a conspiracy theory to let such thoughts linger in your brain.

Pressing his aching temples, Flick forced the suspicion out of his mind. It is true that Sir Leinster is still entangled in many mysteries, but to cast all the charges on him for these problems alone cannot be described as "suspicious".

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, as if the fatigue caused by the excessive consumption of mana had worsened his usually somewhat cynical personality. It is no wonder that some people say that he is a patient with suspicion, and he is always looking at the things he touches with a suspicious eye.

"Is the report complete, Sierra Leonean senior?"

Suval, who was sitting on the other side of the room, approached him with a cup of hot water infused with a little sugar and yellow leaves until he watched Frick send the paper kite away. Previously, when he was sorting out the report, he sent the books and materials according to Flick's request, and now he also sent a rejuvenating drink just right, and I have to say that his behavior as if he took it for granted made Flick's evaluation of him slightly higher.

Although it didn't actually have any effect on restoring his magic, the slightly sweet goldenrod herbal tea also restored some of the spirit to the exhausted Frick. Feeling the pain that was tormenting his head lessen, he was finally able to sit up and look at Suval, for he felt that the young man might have something to say.

And Suval also seemed to understand the meaning of the gaze, and after a moment of silence, he spoke: "Hmm...... It may not be appropriate for me, but do you think Sir Leinster's words are reliable, and will those monsters really wait until the next new moon to attack the village?"

According to Sir Leonster's calculations, the reason why the monsters have been wandering around the village is most likely because they are looking for a suitable time to attack. Based on the relationship between the phases of the moon and mana, he judged that the monsters were most likely to attack on the night of the crescent moon when the magic waned.

"At least I can't argue with his reasoning, can I?"

Frick pondered for a moment and replied, "Sir Leinster is an expert in monster science, and his knowledge of monster ecology and the laws of movement must be much richer than ours. Even if those monsters were new breeds that had never been discovered before, he should have a way to find a strategy to deal with them. ”

His judgment was not true, because from what he had seen before, Uls Leinster was a powerful sorcerer, and he had to rely on his powers to protect the village and get out of it. Of course, he did not expect the other party to come to his aid gratuitously, as was evident from Sir Leinster's insistence on negotiating with the village chief, who had taken a fancy to something in the land.

And as to why the monster might attack on the night of the new moon, Sir Leinster also told Frick the reason why he deduced it this way.

According to the management norms of the empire for the establishment of new settlements, a Rubik's Cubes will be set up near the village to defend against monster attacks. After Sir Leinster entered Lemongrass, he used his magic to test the magical reaction around the village, and basically determined the range of protection that the defense technique could protect.

Villagers who don't know about spells think they're protecting the village in their own way, but in fact they're only being protected by defensive spells without knowing it. Some of those rudimentary fortifications were beyond the protection of the technique, and they had seen their encounter with Frick.

More importantly, Lemongrass's defensive spells, while stable and effective, were never strong enough to stop any threat. On crescent moon nights when mana is at a low ebb, it will be exposed as the mana stored inside the spell is difficult to maintain.

The waning moon in the sky was already bent like a hook, and there was still a day or two before the new moon at the end of the month—that is, only a few days left for them. If you want to fend off those dangerous creatures, you must be prepared for everything within the time limit.

And from Frick's words, Suval also read something else: "This, Sierra Leonean seniors...... That is to say, we have no chance of trying, and the only way before us is to believe what Sir Leinster says in exchange for his assistance......"

Although Sir Leinster did not make the facts so straightforward, Frick and Suval had no choice, or even the capital to negotiate with him. They may be considered "powerful" compared to the villagers of Lemongrass, but this strength is obviously not enough to help them solve their problems.

If they want to get out of the trouble they are in now, the best and only option is to obey Sir Leinster's arrangement. Thankfully, they have little value on them, and they will be counted as objects of use by the high-ranking nobleman.

Whether or not this was a good thing was unclear to Frick, but he could read something strange in Ulles Leinster's eyes. To put it mildly, the old crow probably liked something shiny, just like his human-looking companions.

Of course, he could not have told Suval so directly, and although Sir Leinster said that he was investigating the strange monsters on behalf of the Raven Society, he was actually seeking more substantial benefits. The young man was too upright to hide any secrets, and Frick's suspicions were just chasing after the wind, and it would be against his intention to let the suspicion spread to others.

"You can take it easy, we - and this village - need his help now, and it's not good behavior to casually suspect allies. ”

Frick handed the yellow herb tea to Suval: "The contact has been sent to Director Black with a 'paper kite', and the library should take action soon." All we have to do now is wait for reinforcements to arrive and strengthen the defenses around Lemongrass. ”

But just doing that may not be enough, and in addition to the superficial preparations, you might want to consider leaving a hole card.