Captain wakes up 100,000 year later

"Grey tunatus? The Pantheon. There was a priest here."

The captain wakes the sleepy party. Everyone woke up as if they were asleep, but there was no awkwardness at all. The captain was a little surprised at how high-end sleep magic can be. It was especially true that Curly, who was acting as a horseman, was slightly sleepy.

The captain asked Heindel what the Temple of Grey Tunartus is, as if they were all awake. Heindel gives you a sneaky glance for asking strange questions.

"That's heresy nonsense. I don't know where you heard it, but we can't just call it that."

"The sound of heresy?"

"Precisely the 'nonsense' of heretics. Knight."

I had a stronger attitude than I thought.

"Yes. Call it nonsense and explain what it means."

"The Temple of Darkness. It's a place of tribute and calamity. I don't know the details. If you're in the capital, look in the library. But be careful. You've already caught the Black Dragon, so you'll get people's attention. And if you start talking about heretic theories, you might get very troubled."

The captain nods when he hears Heindel's lame words. I had no idea they would react so hostile. The captain has decided to investigate this alone.

"One more thing, then. Do you know what it means to be Green and Blue?"

"Green Dragon? The stories that come down about the dragons are mostly legends. They say it all disappeared 2,000 years ago."

'Then the war has been there for at least 2,000 years.'

* * *

Following the canal for about three days, I arrived at the capital. Arubis, the capital of the kingdom of Arubis, was a city built on a vast and rich plot of arable land. But it was snowing because it was in the middle of winter and the ground was very cold.

"Captain, why don't you get yourself a mercenary identity for now?"

Curly's words seemed plausible because he was distracted by the fact that he had no identity from the entrance. Somehow, even though there were so many people who were tall and dressed in armor, even though they were dragon killers, they couldn't believe it.

Besides, somehow the people of this country tried to take the dragon. I was curious about what mercenaries are, not just the identities given in this country.

"Let's do that. I'll start with the Mercenary Guild as soon as I can. You must be tired, but you don't have to come with me."

"No, sir. I'd like to see your application for ratings."

When he heard the story, he opened his eyes and shouted.

"Wow! What grade should I give the dragonslayer?"

"Of course it's S! Isn't that S for the Unstoppable?"

"Maybe A + +? S is a title only given to people who have passed Class S missions."

"Perhaps the Hoimam's dragon repellent is already on a Class S quest?"

"Maybe you'll kick out a bag of gold as soon as you leave."

They had no idea anyone was leaving the captain. Eventually, the captain hung up and came to the mercenary guild.

The mercenary guild was much more lavish than I expected. It was built like a small castle because it was a building in the capital. I opened the door on the first floor of the place. Suddenly, the commotion seems to be spreading.

"Ugh, silver armor."

"Sapphire Emblem · · · · · · · · · ·."

"It's huge!"

"Hiic · · · · · · dragon killer."

"Hiccup!"

Everyone's gaze flew in. I didn't hear any rattling. My hands stopped drinking beer, and those who were chatting became quiet. From people in armor to people with swift swords, there was a diverse group.

Guild members stood like bars. There were two places to give a quest, one to receive it, and a new registration was received at the far right. There was quite a queue, but as the captain approached, everyone stepped aside.

'This is getting a lot of attention.'

Obviously, Captain Warsaw Schutz was enormous. The wooden floor creaked every time he walked, as it was over two feet tall and weighed a ton.

Moreover, the Warhammer, which was hung from behind his back, was also under the gaze of an enormous number of people. At this rate, it looked appealing without the rumors.

"Welcome. Are you also registered for · · · mercenary?"

"Yes. I'm here to register a mercenary."

"There's an internal regulation that says you don't need to be big and rumoured, but you need to test your skills · · · · ·?"

The cashier looks up in a frightened look.

"Hm. Whatever. Let's hurry."

The captain nodded and the staff presented several types of documents. The captain signs them one by one, but nothing much.

You must carry out at least one quest a year. If you commit a crime, you will be punished severely. If the state does not punish you, you will be disqualified as a mercenary guild hunter.

Even if you have a criminal record at the time of joining, you should not be a criminal or wanted person. And 15% of the income is a fee. It was something like this.

The quiet hall grows louder and louder as he signs.

"The dragon slayer is testing his skills."

"What? So you summon monsters in the central yard, too?"

"I have to take a look. I'm going upstairs."

"Me too!"

People rush up to the second floor of the building. This building was in the form of a stiletto, and the center was blown open. It was a training ground, where resident wizards were testing people for new mercenary guilds.

The captain is escorted up to the test site shortly.

But there was a man who was very different from the mercenary guild. He was a handsome young man. Without any armor on, he protrudes from the battlefield.

And since then, there have been dozens of well-dressed soldiers who look like his soldiers. The frustration of those who saw it grew.

"Lord Cariyan Jr.!"

"Excellent Expert · · ·? What's wrong with a mercenary guild that you've always cursed at?"

"I'm here to see what a dragon killer is capable of. I'm sure of it."

He turns his head and looks at the captain, looking at the crowd.

"Ah! Here comes the dragon slayer! I struggled with these stinking things. You'll make me happy, right?"

"Heeheeheeheeheeheehee! Mr. Cariyan Jr.! What brings you to our guild?"

"No wonder you want to know how far the dragon slayer has come! You weren't planning on taking some stupid test to summon an ogre to the man who killed the dragon, were you? Well, despite what the lowlifes are thinking there. Hahahaha!"

"But · · · · · · · · ·."

The staff tried to dry something, but nothing worked because the mercenaries' fierce atmosphere was so hot. Eventually, the employee resigned, closed his eyes, and told the captain.

"What are you going to do? You can summon monsters to test your skills or designate anti-war mercenaries in the guild. Now · · Caribbean Junior is here, do you mind if we have a go?"

The captain was not unarmed. He was a high-ranking officer, commander of the army, not a braggart. Moreover, he possessed a super-heavy battleship, so he did not feel too great about the individual's power.

"Hmm. I don't know. You don't like it much. Is there anything I can gain from fighting him? Who is he, by the way? Is that the soddmaster I was telling you about?"

That's when Curly approached and whispered.

"Captain. That's Carijan Jr., Sword Expert, now drawn within five fingers of the realm. The next sod master is the one who talks about himself! He's a fool who knows mercenaries like a fool!"

The captain stares blankly at Curly's violent reaction, and Heindel speaks.

"You slapped me on the cheek because you didn't say hello on the street before, right? Captain. It's not like you're going to teach him a lesson, but if you even or win with him, the guild will probably give you an excellent pass. And you'll be able to get in and out of what you asked for."

"Oh! Why is Heindell putting up a fight? Killkill"

"Shut up. I hate that guy because he's a dick."

The captain, who listens to the rambling group, says:

"It's hard to control your strength, so you could die."

"Haha! You're worrying useless!"

Anyway, as Karajan draws his sword, the captain nods to his staff. The staff immediately went up to the centre of the training ground and shouted in a loud voice.

"Sword Expert Karajan Jr.! And there will be a duel between the fighting dragon slayer and the captain!"

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