Tenkomori: The Homecoming Club Conquers Another World

Chapter 120.3

When they told Zerret and Balden who the man was and what he came for, they became furious.

They tried to chase after him, but Corpus desperately held them back.

The man had already fled, and if those two ran around in a rage, it would cause quite a commotion.

I averted my gaze from the three of them struggling and looked toward Talvit.

“That’s an unusual pairing.”

“He asked for directions along the way. He said he was an adventurer, and he knew that guy’s name.”

“I see. So, what do you guys want?”

“We came to see my brother—”

“A request.”

“When we were at the guild, your name came up during a conversation with the receptionist.

These two overheard it.”

“But a D-rank wouldn’t be sent running errands.”

“They were thrilled! They said they could meet you anytime.”

I opened the request form with a sigh and saw an unfamiliar name written on it.

The client was Kutes Ipjit, and it said the details would be given directly.

A surname, huh.

“I have no idea who that is.”

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“A civilian researcher, replacing Yalz Alaster.”

“Oh, they finally decided? But why would they ask for me?”

“No clue. Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

Ismira shrugged, showing little interest.

Though the reason for the direct request was a mystery, it didn’t seem urgent.

There was no need to rush over.

And whether to accept it would depend on the details.

Even for council members, there’s no authority to force adventurers to take a job.

As I tucked the request form away, Emily was thanking Zerret and Balden.

They responded with their usual sinister expressions, but they looked somewhat pleased.

I hated that I could tell the difference.

In any case, now that they know where I live, they’ll probably drop by whenever they feel like it.

I can’t just move, so I might as well make use of them if they’re going to come anyway.

“Zerret, Balden.”

“What is it, big bro!”

They instantly reacted, twisting their necks to look at me.

“That guy might come back. If you happen to be around—”

“We’ll knock him out!!”

“Yeah, but if you hit him seriously, he’ll die. Just chase him off. Can you do that?”

“Leave it to us, big bro!”

“Just chase him off, alright?”

I made sure to emphasize that to the two of them.

I was a bit worried, but it should serve as some protection for now.

“If you want—”

Talvit chimed in during the exchange.

When everyone turned to him, he scratched his head awkwardly.

“If you want, we could ask my grandpa for help.”

“Your grandpa? Is he staying in Selen?”

“Yeah, more or less.”

Could he be like Klaus, someone’s bodyguard?

But I couldn’t imagine a knight getting involved in Selen’s internal issues.

Perhaps reading my doubt, Talvit continued.

“I hadn’t mentioned it before, but my grandpa’s a council member. Kinel Sabrois. Ever heard of him?”

“Wait… you mean the commander of the defense corps!”

Kinel Sabrois—the council member who wanted to interrogate me about the Lisria incident.

So Talvit was the grandson of the commander.

Ismira and Corpus were surprised, while Quince and the others whispered, “A council member?” “A noble?”

Zerret and Balden, however, just grinned ear to ear, probably not understanding anything.

“My grandpa is a man of justice. If you talk to him, I’m sure he’ll help. Until then… I’ll protect you too.”

Talvit said, blushing slightly.

His confession-like statement brightened the expressions of Emily, Quince, and the others.

A council member and his grandson, along with adventurers who can intimidate with a single glare.

With such people offering their help, it must feel reassuring.

When Emily thanked him again, Zerret, Balden, and even Talvit smiled shyly.

That moment marked the beginning of everyone warming up to each other.

They listened to the tales of the “Perpetual Mansas,” and Talvit had a strength contest with Zerret, much to his chagrin.

As I listened to the laughter, I got up to brew another pot of tea.

Entering the kitchen, I used [Flint] to light the stove.

As I waited for the water to boil, I sensed a presence behind me.

Glancing over my shoulder, I met Ismira’s cold gaze.

“You understand?”

“It’s fine. I’ll handle it.”

“Good.”

After she walked away, I turned my gaze back to the stove.

I had only met Kinel once, but he had left the impression of a stern man.

Even with a strong sense of justice, he’s a keeper of the law. He’ll prioritize law over personal feelings.

Nothing is truly resolved.

Kinel won’t take action, and Zerret and the others are only a temporary measure.

“I need to make my move.”

I muttered to myself as I quietly stared at the flames in the stove.