“White Crow, what we asked for was a decent mage we could trust even if they lacked skill, not someone highly skilled but suspicious. Did you truly intend to provide us with a mage at all?”
“Oh, please don’t misunderstand. I only recommended that friend because I genuinely believed they were the best choice.”
“We offered neither a special reward nor boundless glory, so I would hardly have blamed you even if you had recommended someone less than proper. But knowing what we intend to do and still recommending someone with this many unanswered questions makes your intentions themselves seem suspicious.”
As for all the magic items covering the person’s body, that much could still be understood if White Crow claimed they had been provided to support the Hero’s party.
But the fact that only an extremely small number of people even knew Erutelk existed was a different kind of problem altogether.
This was undeniably suspicious.
“Why don’t we just take the items?”
“Mmm, I suppose that would be…….”
“What? You’re not taking them?”
Inquisitor apparently had no intention of taking this great a risk merely for convenience and had begun leaning toward refusal.
Surprisingly, the one who objected was Meister.
“Because there seem to be potential problems. Why?”
“Ah, have you perhaps thought of some reason we need to take them with us?”
“No…….”
Then again, perhaps it wasn’t all that surprising.
After all, Meister was the one who had been enthusiastically debating with Erutelk just moments ago.
For someone who regarded the majority of humanity as…