An S-ranked Party's Burden Tamer, I Awoke My True Power by Killing a Familiar ~The Exiled Tamer

"Well, now you're at the Borderline House"

It was Cecilm's peripheral uncle's mansion that arrived on Earl.

Maybe it's a mansion. This...

It's a castle.

"Castle."

In front of this castle, there is already a difference of such magnitude that even guild branches and churches do not enter the premises very closely.

There was too much distance from the gate to the building in the first place to suddenly recommend Earl in front of the building. It's odd that there's usually enough gardens in the grounds for dragons to descend.

"Who is it!?

Because of that, I was supposed to be greeted with vigilance rounds, even if I spoke to the guards.

You'd be surprised if you suddenly came from the sky......

"Oh...... we are adventurers who have come at Sir Cecilm's invitation. I'm Rand, this way..."

"It's Milm."

Ask Guillen to check the references he has prepared.

"Sure, it's a letter of introduction...... Excuse me! I'll be right behind you."

"Thanks"

What an aristocrat or merchant a visitor would be. An adventurer might just come along and be on guard.

After a while, the guard let me through that the pick-up came.

That's where I waited......

"Dragon car!?

Do you even put that stuff out on the premises......

Of course not a flying dragon like Earl, but a ground dragon is many times higher than a horse. I mean, I thought if I wasn't royal, I'd never use it or see it......

You've come to an amazing world......

"I ask you to treat me more generously than my husband."

"Duh, thanks."

Deacon guides me into the dragon car. I was restless, and Mirmu was showing me what to do with my ass.

"I was supposed to be alone the whole time. Where did you learn...?

"Shut up.... but yeah... maybe you remember your body because you were born royal?

"What's wrong with that..."

I'm a rooted commoner. Even after the S-rank party, I never got out of this place, so I was put through to my room nervously and couldn't move well, and I was left to wait for a meeting with the castle owner to soften up.

"You've come a lot. You're welcome."

It was a tough man in his forties or so who showed up.

Is it due to the brightness of people's good-looking expressions and their pleasant, hazy tones that look younger than they were hearing?

"Er... I'll be the first to see you"

"Ha. Don't get hard on me. Because you are customers, heroes and benefactors who have removed the seeds of my long-standing troubles."

"Really..."

"I don't even need a salute. Is that what adventurers are for?

He was a nobleman who used to understand adventurers.

I was a little relieved that he seemed to welcome me favourably.