Jack of All Trades, Party of None

“—You all will work to restore the world distorted by the King of Supernatural Ability to its rightful state.”

Belia Sans gave the order to the executives of the Cyclamen Cult gathered in a certain room.

As soon as those words were spoken, just like when Belia appeared in the room, her body dissipated into a red-black mist that lingered around.

When the mist cleared, Belia was nowhere to be seen.

Felix Roots Kreuzer, the Hero, who confirmed Belia’s departure, silently left the room.

Rakshasa Stieg Stroem, catching a glimpse of Felix’s retreating figure from the corner of his eye, spoke up.

“Then, Warlord, shall we head to the Second Farm first?”

“Huh? The Second Farm? Why do we need to stop at that uninhabited island? We might as well storm Tsutolairu directly. I want to fight the Sword Princess as soon as possible,” Demon Ogre showed reluctance at Stieg’s suggestion, his face contorted in displeasure.

“She’s currently in Darane. Even if we attack Tsutolairu immediately, she won’t show up. Besides, I want to test the demonic beasts created at the Second Farm. It’s better to use the time effectively until they return to Tsutolairu, don’t you think?”

“Well then, why not head straight to Darane?”

“Don’t lose sight of our goal. Our purpose is to break Orun Dura’s heart completely. For that, Tsutolairu, where many silver rabbits of the night sky members are, is the appropriate target.”

“You… you’re just a newcomer telling me what to do. Even my usually calm self is reaching my limit!”

Demon’s face reddened as his body trembled.

“Calm…? Maybe you’re just sleep-deprived and not thinking straight,” Ruari Velt, the red-haired little girl with the blazing ability, who had been listening while slumped on the desk, interrupted with a yawn.

“What did you say? Hey, brat. Watch your mouth if you don’t want to die.”

Demon glared at Ruari with bloodshot eyes.

Ruari, however, showed no particular surprise and returned his gaze sleepily, her eyes half-closed.

“…Hey, Philly, can I just burn this?”

Philly Carpenter, the Guide, who had been quietly looking at the map that had somehow appeared beside Ruari, sighed deeply.

“…Better not. If you’re sleepy, you can sleep as much as you like until we set off.”

“Really!? Yay! I like this body, but it’s so inefficient. Then I’ll go get some sleep right away!”

Ruari expressed her joy fittingly and, apparently ignoring Demon entirely, cheerfully left the room.

“Hey, wait—”

Just as Demon was about to chase after Ruari, Philly stopped him.

“Warlord, enough. You agreed to follow Rakshasa’s instructions this time, didn’t you? If you’ve decided once, then stick to it.”

Philly’s gaze toward Demon carried a strange, oppressive force.

“Tch! Fine already!”

Still looking displeased, Demon fell silent.

“Hohoho. The young ones sure are energetic.”

Thunder Emperor Gunnar Shurten, who had been quietly observing their exchange while stroking his beard, wore an amused smile.

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Belia, having left earlier, was checking documents in the Grandmaster’s office at the Seeker’s Guild Headquarters.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

“Belia-sama, may I come in?”

A man’s voice came from beyond the door.

“Enter.”

Belia granted permission, and a man said, “Excuse me,” as he entered.

Belia looked at the man who stood there.

He was an unremarkable man, so forgettable that after parting ways, one would soon forget him.

“So, Solda. What’s the matter?”

“The regular meeting is about to begin, so I thought I’d come get you.”

The man called Solda by Belia’s words was the Guild Master overseeing the eastern part of the continent.

“Ah, it’s already that time? Understood. I’ll head there now.”

“You seem as busy as ever. Well, it’s only natural since you serve as the Grandmaster of the Seeker’s Guild, which could be called the center of the world now. I will do my best to assist you, so please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“You’ve always been a help. If anything happens to me, you’d be the next Grandmaster, right?”