A Girl Who Was Told “You Have No Talent” Turned Out To Be A Talented Monster

When Litty told him what happened, De Mile let out a sigh of resignation.

“I see, I suppose it all depends on the disparity between adventurers. It is similar to an aristocratic society…” (De Mile)

“I’m not sure if I’d have a good chance of winning in a fight with Yggdrasia. Especially with the Knights on their side.” (Natasha)

Even Natasha, a Rank 2 adventurer, was now in the same situation as Litty and Roma. Adventurers who were not following Yggdrasia were being shunned. She was concerned about the country allowing special class adventurers to do whatever they wanted.

De Mile felt the same way as Natasha, and it was a chance for him to reflect on his own status as a Noble and what he should do. 

He was thinking that, “If we, as nobles, are going to we allow high ranking adventurers to do as they pleased, then we should at least also be able to do something about it if things went out of control”.

“Father, can’t we let Litty-san and the others live in the mansion?” (Maamu)

“Well, if it’s a request from my daughter, we could take care of them for a while.” (De Mile)

“Eh, is it really alright?” (Litty)

“It’s fine. Well then, I have some work to do.” (De Mile)

Litty was relieved, but also knew that she could not be taken care of forever. As an adventurer, accidents were bound to happen, and sometimes she had to break through them on her own.

Just as she was thinking about becoming stronger, Roma held Litty’s hand with both of hers.

“Litty, helping and receiving help from others is also part of an adventure.” (Roma)

“…Yes, it is.” (Litty)

Even though it was by accident, she made connections with nobles. This was definitely one of the qualifications that Litty aspired for when becoming an adventurer, and this was not something that anyone could do.

Litty already had her foot on the stairs to Rank 2 and beyond.

“Litty-san, sleep in my room tonight! Let’s talk a lot!” (Maamu)

“Wait! Maamu-sama! That’s so bold!” (Natasha)

“That’s right! I don’t think it’s a good idea to share a room with a nobleman’s daughter!” (Roma)

Maamu’s suggestion was met with indignation by Roma and Natasha. Roma’s statement in particular was a good argument, but the way she spoke was not appropriate.

She showed so much emotion that she lost track of the meaning of what she was talking about.

“So…how about we all sleep together?” (Maamu)

“Well, that would be fine.” (Natasha)

“Yes, that would be fine. No problem.” (Roma)

Roma herself did not understand her feelings, not realizing that she was contradicting her previous statement.

Litty, however, was only relieved to be able to sleep under the warm covers.

***

In the knight’s lodgings, a young man opened a notebook and wrote. He kept a record of all the corruption in the unit to which he belonged.

The information that Baider had slipped up while drunk was particularly significant. He knew about the corruption he had been involved in and the people with whom he had been doing business.

Unable to bear the daily violence, the young man’s spirit had reached its limit.

“I’ve got to do it… now…”

Not only was his suggestion during the rat subjugation brushed aside, Baider, who took offense to this, even took away his days off and made him work hard day after day.

Today, after finally settling down, the young man made up his mind.

“I have to tell the truth… but to whom? The King? Who else? What about the Adventurers’ Guild? Even the Guild is now compromised…”

He mumbled and mumbled, but there was no way for a lowly knight apprentice like him to have any connections, when he could do nothing but devote himself to his work. There was also the option of trying to contact another Knight Order, but he was not sure if he could trust them.

After racking his brains, he came up with an idea. He thought of the people he visited with Baider in the past.

“I have to go…. Mom… I’ll be on your side soon…”

The young man stood up unsteadily. He stepped outside, dazed as he thought about what he was going to do.

“I will be a respectable knight… I will protect my country…”

The earnest young man considered himself equally guilty of belonging to a corrupt unit. Still, with the notebook in his hand, the young man walked away.

Was it desperation, or was it the realization of a dream? It was unclear, even to the young man.