The Ancestral Sword

Looking at the happy crowd, Frieren couldn't help but smile as well.

That guy said he could see the future.

The people here still remember his deeds, and his great achievements have not been forgotten by history.

"The mission is complete, let's continue our journey."

"Um."

The four of them had not planned to stay in Fabel village for long.

It was just a coincidence that I received this commission.

After completing that, they continued their journey towards the Land of Souls' Rest— Aurevole.

Their next stop was the territory of the Earl Tah in the Northern Lands.

After the four arrived at Count Tah's Earl, Frieren spoke up:

"Let's buy the supplies and set off quickly."

Stark was the first to ask, "Huh? Aren't we going to stay in this city for a while? There are quite a few magic shops here."

Frieren said seriously, "Stark, do you know? A human life is very short."

Rienta and Fern exchanged a glance, both with solemn expressions.

This is completely unlike anything Frieren would normally say.

Normally, upon arriving in a town of this size, Frieren would definitely request to stay longer.

But this time, contrary to his usual behavior, he didn't want to stay long.

And they even started to care about the time.

This is very wrong.

Just as Rienta was about to ask a question, a very aristocratic-style carriage stopped beside the four of them.

A man dressed as a butler stepped out of the car and bowed to Frieren.

He said, "You must be Frieren."

"Oh no, I'm still a step too late..." Frieren muttered helplessly.

The butler respectfully addressed Frieren, "The lord wishes to have dinner with you."

"We have something to do, so we'll be leaving now." Frieren turned and prepared to leave without looking back.

Seeing this, the butler whispered to the crowd:

"The heroes and their companions once saved this place, and Lady Frieren was one of them. Therefore, Your Majesty wishes to extend some hospitality."

That sounds pretty good.

Rienta looked at Fern and Stark.

Both of them nodded, so he stopped walking.

But after walking only a few steps, they realized that Rienta other two had not followed.

Helpless, he could only retreat back to the three of them.

The Earl.

Inside a hall decorated in a very aristocratic style.

Earl sat at the head of the table, with the butler who had brought them standing behind Earl.

Rienta, Fern, Frieren, and Stark sat facing each other.

"Thank you very much for inviting me to this dinner, Count Earl."

Frieren thanked Count Earl with a reluctant expression.

But his hands moved with remarkable speed.

Rienta naturally saw Frieren's expression as well.

I understand now why Frieren didn't want to stay here any longer.

It's highly likely that this is Earl Tah, who has invited them to the dinner party.

But Rienta didn't think anything could stump their team.

In terms of configuration...

Frieren – a thousand-year-old elf, a disciple of Flamme, the progenitor of human magic, who defeated the Demon King alongside Himmel, and is proficient in various folk magics, etc.

Fern —the youngest First-Class Mage, who single-handedly defeated Aura the Guillotine, a general under the command of Lügner, and whose spellcasting speed is almost instantaneous, among other things.

Stark – disciple of the strongest warrior Eisen, capable of defeating the Red Mirror Dragon in thirty seconds, a concept god whose stats fluctuate wildly, etc.

Especially Stark.

He's exactly the kind of protagonist who shouts "friendship" at crucial moments and then unleashes his inner power.

Certainly.

And then there's myself, who got to where I am today entirely through hard work and sweat.

With this kind of team configuration, Rienta can't think of any opponent who could stump them.

Count Earl, seated in the main seat, smiled slightly and said:

"Frieren, my great-grandfather was fortunate to receive your care."

Since things have come to this point,

Frieren looked at Count Earl and said calmly, "Just say what you have to say."

Count Earl said, "Then I'll be frank. Our family's ancestral sword was stolen by the demons."

"... It's been stolen again..." Frieren helplessly.

She was afraid of getting into trouble, which is why she didn't plan to stay in this town.

Stark asked, somewhat puzzled, "Again?"

Frieren explained, "When Count Earl's great-grandfather was in power, their family's heirloom sword was also stolen."

He then stood up and said to Earl:

"I understand. Then please accept a magic book as payment for this request."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

After Frieren accepted the request, the atmosphere at the dinner party became more harmonious.

After the dinner.

Rienta three left the Earl immediately.

Based on the information provided by Earl Tah, they began their journey.

Not far from the Earl, Frieren recalled the details of her previous commission.

He said with a hint of helplessness:

"Honestly, although there are many arrogant nobles in the Northern Lands, the Tah Earl is completely unreasonable."

"Fortunately, this time we know the direction the demons fled in, which is much better than last time."

"How did Frieren find that ancestral sword last time?" Rienta asked.

Frieren explained, "Last time we had absolutely no clues and it took us a long time. We finally found the sword on the summit of the Mount Schvia."

"That's really impressive," Stark exclaimed.

Fern frowned and asked, "Why did the demons steal that sword?"

Frieren shook her head; she didn't know why.

But he still said, "The ancestral sword of the Count Earl family originally belonged to the demon race. Perhaps that sword holds special significance for the demons."

After hearing this answer, Fern stopped worrying.

He then asked, "However, I didn't expect Lady Frieren to accept this request."

"I had no choice," Frieren said as she walked. "That sword was found by Himmel. If we refuse, wouldn't Himmel's efforts be in vain?"

"Besides, if it were Himmel, she would definitely accept this commission as well."

"Ugh~ It's so cold. This request is too troublesome." Frieren complained as she stood atop the Mount Schvia.

"This request was a bit troublesome," Himmel said with a smile, "But we've defeated another demon."

"This troublesome request saved many people."

"Therefore, I will absolutely not stand idly by and do nothing for people in need."

Heiter said to Frieren in a feigned whisper, "He just likes troublesome requests, doesn't he?"

Himmel put on a narcissistic expression and said, "Difficult tasks are exciting, aren't they?"

"As expected of you," Frieren remarked, then continued:

"It's too cold, let's go back."

"Um."