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“We have arrived at the rest stop! We will depart in thirty minutes, so please gather on time!”

The carriage conductor said loudly.

The space in a C-rank carriage was very narrow, so a journey spent sitting the whole time was bad for the body. They proceeded while taking breaks like this.

Grail got down from the carriage along with the other passengers.

“Kukkukkukku… New lands really are nice after all!”

As Grail looked up at the blue sky, he truly thought so from the bottom of his heart.

The time he had spent in that damned Piptat had been nothing but darkness to Grail.

But just by going outside—

His gloomy feelings scattered away.

From here, the new life of the reborn Grail would begin!

(Iiiiiiiiiiiooooooos! I have taken a new step forward, you know!? Are you still spending your days in Piptat’s dark hole, defeating gray ghosts!? Have you finally gotten even a single alchemy stone!? Well, I’m sure that’s impossible!)

Grail was basking in satisfaction as he recalled his useless childhood friend.

At that moment—

“That’s the mountain where Largorin the Ice Guard appears, right?”

“Yeah, it is.”

He heard two men talking about that. Judging from their appearances, were they travelers?

(Largorin?)

At that strange sound, Grail raised one eyebrow.

Having become interested, Grail spoke to the men.

“Hey, what is Largorin?”

“Hmm?”

The traveler-like man turned around.

And, kindly enough, he explained. He explained that it was a rare named monster that appeared at fixed intervals.

(Named!)

Grail could not help but get excited.

The traveler man then said something that excited him even more.

“Oh, did that make you feel like going for it? But I don’t know how strong you are, sir, but the Light Blade of Twilight is aiming for it, so don’t you have no chance?”

The Light Blade of Twilight.

Excellent adventurers who had reached A-rank at the young age of thirty. That name was an object of admiration for many adventurers.

Of course, Grail was no exception.

Grail thanked the men and left the spot.

(Kukkukkukku! A named monster and the Light Blade of Twilight, huh!)

He was in a very good mood.

(Iiiiiiiiiiiooooooos! Traveling really is worth it! A named monster and the Light Blade of Twilight! It has nothing to do with you, still holed up in Piptat! I’m standing in a place like that right now!)

Thus, Grail decided.

He would settle down in this place for a while.

He had originally intended to head to the adventurer school he had attended, but there was no particular deadline for that sort of thing.

A named monster and the Light Blade of Twilight.

This place would likely become lively, and he thought that placing himself here was exactly what he needed now.

Of course, Grail had not the slightest intention of resigning himself to a bit part.

(I should have a chance to become the center of the scene too!)

He was Grail, the protagonist of the world. What was the point of waiting for glory to roll in? Glory was something to seize with one’s own hands.

“Hahhahhahhahha! Maybe my luck has come around!”

Grail laughed loudly in a very good mood.


After Grail took an inn in the city of Frast to use as his base, he immediately headed out to hunt monsters.

He would quickly hunt F-rank monsters and earn money.

Name: Grail
Level: 16 (Warrior)
Attack Power: 260(+150) High-Quality Broadsword
Defense Power: 212(+115) Dented High-Quality Large Shield / Chain Mail
Magic Power: 180
Skill: Swordsmanship

Grail’s defensive power was 327.

He could nullify the attacks of most F-rank monsters. It was easy work where he only had to swing his sword carelessly.

In terms of experience points, it was subtle, but he had to earn his daily money.

(Damn it… I don’t have time to be doing this!)

Grail spat that out inwardly.

In truth, he wanted to hunt E-rank monsters, but… As expected, it was impossible with only Grail. He needed to form a party with members in the same level range.

For the time being, he had registered at the Adventurers’ Guild as someone hoping to join a party.

(I hope there’s a response…)

The response came surprisingly quickly.

A few days later, the guild receptionist said this to Grail when he returned from hunting.

“Ah, Grail-san. Someone who wants to meet you has appeared.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Although Grail received it calmly on the surface, inwardly he was making a fist pump.

(Kukkukkukku! I knew it. As expected of me, a man with the Swordsmanship skill! Offers come in right away. A capable man is different. Iiiiiiiiooooooos! I’m different from you with your trash skill!)

Blowing away the lonely worry he had been feeling, Grail laughed loudly.

The next day, Grail met the leader of the other party at the Adventurers’ Guild.

“I’m Oson. Nice to meet you.”

The man who appeared was a refreshing man around the same age as Grail. Judging from his appearance, was he a warrior?

Oson introduced his group as a level 16 E-rank party. Apparently, one person had left, so they were looking for a new member.

“The Swordsmanship skill is an excellent skill, isn’t it? Amazing.”

Oson was positive.

His eyes had a strong gleam that said he very much wanted to bring Grail into the party.

He had already passed. Grail’s position was higher.

Grail began to feel good.

(Well, of course! I mean, I do have the Swordsmanship skill!)

You guys really lucked out… being able to make an excellent person like me your comrade, huh? I don’t mind helping you…

Grail almost blurted that out, but he restrained himself.

Had that soft-looking man not told him in Piptat?

—He should start over as “clean Grail,” with the feeling of being reborn.

(That’s right! I have to become clean Grail!)

Grail, a man capable of reflection, noticed that.

Ahem, he coughed.

Then he put on as refreshing a smile as possible and said this.

“No, no. The Swordsmanship skill is nothing that impressive.”

It was the first moment Grail had ever belittled his own Swordsmanship skill. If Ios had been there, he might have been so shocked that his legs gave out.

“I hope I can be of use to the party, even if only a little. Nice to meet you.”

Oson unhesitatingly clasped the hand Grail held out.

“Grail, not only is your skill wonderful, your personality is too! I’m counting on you!”

And so, “clean Grail” began his new life.

#45 Grail Was Fixated On Largorin The Ice Guard

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