A Villainess pulled out the Sword instead of the Hero.

“They have a lot of good wizards, partly because the tower is so close. I see them every day.” “The tower is close?” “It’s not far, especially since mages travel by gemstone, so they’re not limited by distance.” 

Somehow, he said he could make it quickly and send it to me.

 

Once I got to the gemstone, it didn’t seem too difficult to create once he knew how.

 

Sneaking a glance at Kellive, Morgana’s eyes lit up and she offered a cautious suggestion.

 “Is it true… that mages aren’t interested in transportation?” 

It’s a lucrative business, to say the least.

 

Throw in herbal deliveries, and the location disadvantage could be overcome.

 

The question was how many of the many wizards in Avalon would travel to Britain.

 “Unfortunately, they’re not interested in Britain.” 

‘Well, there you go, tsk.’

 

Morgana grumbled in disappointment, barely able to raise herself from her lean against him.

 “I knew it. You made it sound like you were giving it to me.” 

The next moment, he wrapped his cloth-wrapped right arm around her.

 “My arm suddenly…” 

I’m not sure where the person who was holding the cup just a moment ago went.

 

More than that, I wonder if it was his hand that was injured, not his arm…?

  “He’s been a bit of a mess lately.” 

Raves shakes his head wistfully, looking a little cleaner after his hardships.

 

The throne room of the Royal Palace of Avalon.

 

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my boss in full daylight, and he’s been acting strangely.

 “Suddenly, Madogora,”

he said, his mouth bleeding from his teeth.

 “You’re so cruel, all at once.” “Oh, I’ve already told you not to come into my office today. Didn’t you hear?” “I work during the day, so I can sleep at night, and I’ve been sleep-deprived lately thanks to Your Highness.” 

Muttering, his hands were constantly engraving and erasing small magic circles.

 “Ten times in a row and one time, I suppose.” “What are you doing?” 

Raves frowned, wiping the corner of his mouth with his handkerchief.

 

Kellive didn’t often use magic. 

 

He was a bastard when it came to magic, and in a place with so many wizards, he’d rather have someone else do it for him than have to use it himself.

 

Then, about a week ago. A letter arrived in his mailbox with a strange message.

 

<For the time being, for the future of Avalon, please take care of the paperwork tonight.>

 “For the sake of the future of Avalon, I’ll take care of the paperwork tonight,”  

Raves said, flicking it with the tips of his fingers, trying to get as far away from it as possible.

 “The future of Avalon is hanging on a random draw?” “As a favor.” 

Kellive replied, lightly rolling the crystal ball in his hand.

 

As Morgana requested, I built different probability-based effects for the crystal ball to glow when touched.

 

The rarest probability included a self-luminous effect that sparkled in all sorts of ways, like an opal.

 

After that, we split them into gold and silver.

 

Even those were divided into 10 draws and 1 draw.

 

Creating the tools themselves wasn’t difficult at all.

 

It was just strange. He had come from a place where all the royalty had magic, and he had killed them all by himself.

 “I’ve never seen magic that doesn’t attack or defend anyone.” “You’re attacking me.” 

From the corner of the chamber, Raves’s clear voice, muffled by a handkerchief over his mouth, came softly.

 

In disbelief, he stared at the crystal ball with trembling eyes.

 “You’re not going to use that to make business decisions, are you? I trust not. I can’t have my health blown away like that…” “For a gift.” “To whom?” “The future of Avalon.” “…If it’s a future that seeks meanderings, I think you’d be better off not coming.” “Then get into transportation.” 

Shrugging it off, Kellive stood up and straightened his clothes, noticing the cloth wrapped around his hands again.

 

It was disheveled, so he untied it and re-tied it carefully. His hands had been fine for a long time.

 

‘It’s just that she tilts her head curiously from time to time, asking if I’m okay.’

 

Morgana, who wasn’t usually so stubborn in places like this, found it difficult in the strange corner.

 

Kellive squeezed his neatly bound hands lightly.

 “He’s strangely uncooperative.” 

Take it or leave it.

 

Every little thing was paid for. He’d done everything he could to mend her perception of Avalon, but this was the least he could hope for, since he was getting nothing in return.

 

Checking the time, he picked up the portal gem to travel back to Britain and asked.

 “Raves. What happened to that wizard the Duke of Fay sent you to find out about?” “Ah, that’s something I’m looking into. When do you expect to wrap up your business in Britain?” “I still need to have another cup of tea.” “Do you drink tea now? You didn’t eat anything outside in case someone poisoned you.” “I thought I told you to have some.” 

Leaving Raves to stare at him like a madman, not knowing what he meant, he turned to Britain.

  

A day before the entry into the palace, Tir Na Nog opened its doors on the city’s main streets.

 

The first to stop by were the mercenaries.

 

The men who had previously badmouthed Arthur lined up like the dawn, and when the doors opened, they burst in.

 “Give me something good for my wounds.” “Oh, be specific. There are different kinds of injuries. Cuts, bites, what else?” 

Jayden didn’t remember, so he turned to Percival next to him.

 

The entire shop was guarded by Raon’s mercenaries.

 

Jayden, the most eloquent and handsome of the bunch, assisted Percival in the apothecary on the first floor.

 “I have some herbs for bruises, swelling, and broken bones.” 

Percival remained calm as the big men came in.

 

Surprised to see a younger employee than they expected, the mercenaries’ faces, which had just been filled with impressions, turned pale with embarrassment.

 “The herb for broken bones, one…? No, five. Five for bites, that’s how much we’re buying!” “Alright, I’ll help you with the calculation over here.” 

As Percival counted out the money, they marveled at the change in his large hand.

 “Wait a minute. Only two silvers a piece? That’s less than the price of clothes!” “Two silver, yes. Digestives are one silver, and hangover cures are three silver for 50 tabs.” 

Traditionally, most herbs were traded for a minimum amount of gold.

 

Especially, the price of the poisonous herbs that turn to the dark side was so exorbitant that the average price went crazy.

 

The mercenaries’ eyes lit up when they realized they could buy herbs for less than the price of bread.

 “Are these really effective? Are they the same ones that the monster mercenary used?” “They’re similar, and there are tiers depending on the damage you take, so try them out and buy more!” “No, wait, I’ll buy more, more!” 

Boos rained down from behind the mercenary as he hurriedly grabbed the table.

 “Oh, you’re buying herbs alone, can’t you see I’m standing behind you?” 

Behind Percival, on the first floor of the not-so-large store, a ceiling-high cabinet was crammed with bottles of herbs.

 

The usual stuff you’d expect to find—digestive remedies, hangover cures—were lined up in a row in the window, so people could see them without having to walk in.

 

Only herbs were sold in this space.

 

Morgana, who had been watching the situation warily from the back, her robes tucked in tightly, patted Percival on the head with a sigh of relief at the unexpected turn of events.

 “Bolder than I thought. Well done.” “This is easier than meeting a bear in the mountains, at least we could talk!” 

Was the standard a beast?

 

Perhaps due to previous rumors from the top, most of the guests seemed to be mercenaries.

 

In an area where demon slaying was common, it wasn’t surprising that they were the main customers.

 

Other than that, there were a lot of half-hearted maidens.

 “Jayden, I heard you’ve been hired for a long-term job!” “Oh, you’re here, I think I’ll be working for Tir Na Nog for the time being. While you’re here, why don’t you take a look at some herbs?” “Too bad. I was hoping to ask my father to bring you back as an escort.” 

Jayden laughed aloud at the young woman’s comment and emphasized it, very firmly, several times.

 “I’m in for the long haul, for a very long time, for life!” 

Ah, so that’s the young lady whom her father once chased with a stick.