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"Oh? Aren't you the little brat everyone's been talking about lately?"
When that extremely grating voice rang out through the noisy tavern, deliberately raised as though meant for everyone present to hear, the voices throughout the entire establishment gradually quieted.
Noah and the others, who had been chatting happily, were likewise drawn by the commotion. They turned toward the source of the voice.
What entered their sight was a group of adventurers seated beside Noah's party.
Those adventurers seemed to have only just entered from outside. There were no dishes on their table, and it was still very clean.
The group consisted of beastmen, dwarves, and Amazons, around seven or eight people in total. All of them wore armor or leather armor and carried weapons. They looked less like they had come to eat and drink than like they were headed for a battlefield.
The words just now had come from one of the beastman adventurers.
At that moment, the beastman had turned sideways and cast a sidelong glance in one direction, his face full of mockery.
That direction was precisely where Noah's group was seated.
And that gaze was clearly fixed on Noah.
In other words, that grating voice had plainly been aimed at Noah.
"Recently, haven't a bunch of gods and high-level adventurers been spreading rumors about some brat without even a title, who's at most Lv.2, supposedly managing to fight Orario's Ultimate Weapon to a draw?" The beastman adventurer looked sideways at Noah and sneered disdainfully.
"It seems the chief gods of quite a few Familias are even thinking of poaching this brat. Have they never considered