Sebas then gave Shalltear and Solution a detailed account of the intelligence he had obtained from Wilmot.
"A Grand Martial Arts Tournament? That sounds rather interesting. There should be quite a few strong people willing to participate, shouldn't there?" Shalltear remarked elegantly.
"Yes, most likely. From what Wilmot said, this Grand Martial Arts Tournament should be a grand competitive event. We'll probably encounter quite a few powerful individuals—perhaps even some candidates Ainz-sama wishes to meet."
"In that case, compared to searching aimlessly, this Grand Martial Arts Tournament would indeed be much more convenient," Solution offered her opinion.
"Precisely. Wilmot invited me, but Solution and I still need to gather intelligence in the royal capital, so we truly have no time. If Lady Shalltear is interested, you may go participate."
"You've made me rather tempted. Where is this Mr. Wilmot?"
Sebas glanced at the tavern behind him. "He should still be inside the tavern. Does Lady Shalltear wish to see him?"
"Yes, I suddenly find myself interested. We have plenty of time anyway, so meeting such an interesting fellow won't delay us."
Shalltear did not have to wait long before Wilmot emerged from the tavern with a sigh. Taverns were certainly good places to gather information, but unfortunately, after asking around, all he had learned was that Brian had led a mercenary group into becoming bandits.
"Mr. Wilmot, may I take a little of your time?" Sebas asked politely as he approached Wilmot.
"No problem, but hadn't you already left earlier?"
"My lady is interested in the Grand Martial Arts Tournament you mentioned. She specifically waited for you to come out because she wishes to speak with you."
"I see. You could've just gone in and called for me. Wouldn't that have saved some time?"
Sebas smiled softly and waved a