The Adventures of Clara
Greyhorn Delta
“JACK!”
The angry shout just now was not from Darton, but from someone who might hate the man more than him.
“Oho. So famous man is not easy.”
O'hime immediately threw away his disguise. He ran after Blackjack who tried to escape into the depths of the forest.
O'hime was touted as one of the fastest humans thanks to the blessing of his Wind God. It is impossible for Blackjack to escape its pursuit.
Unfortunately his enemy this time is not just a Blackjack.
Two Kavach fighters are trying to get in his way.
“MINGGIR!”
“MATI!”
O’hime's diagonal slash flew one of Kavach's fighters. The other one managed to dodge because of pure luck, but instead put him in greater danger.
The female monster did another slash, dividing the body of the Kavach warrior in half.
“Crazy,” sigh Blackjack.
His nickname as a butcher is not just a figment. The enemy that Darton was hard to defeat could easily be killed.
O’hime once again chases Blackjack but is again stopped by a winding of magic chains that appear out of nowhere.
”Kikikiki.”
“If you're a woman.”
“Then behave gracefully.”
Three black-robed figures floated and swirled in the air. They're like naughty fairies making pranks.
Besides them one by one the enemy figures began to appear. Their bodies were like tree trunks with some human-like features. Their identity is the Treant Tribe or tree man.they are trees that get intelligence and have the ability to move freely.
In addition to what appears this time is a combat-type treant, Sentinel. In total there were ten Sentinels surrounding them.
Darton's eyes are murky. It was unexpected that the Treant tribe that rarely appeared and peace-loving appeared here and at times like this as well.
More unexpectedly, the famous necromancer Three Friede sisters were also present at this ambush event.
“Tell me, what the royal side wants so much to start a war!" wrath Darton. Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
“Kikikiki.”
“Darton oh Darton's. Why don't you figure out the answer for yourself."
“You are growing old, Darton the Grey Hero,” the scorn of Friede Sisters, not intending to have a conversation.
“Kuh!” Darton gritted his teeth.
The situation is very dangerous. The Mayor can only hope that Detective Greyhorn has anticipated this situation and prepared a plan of support.
Not long after, the Mayor found out that it was all unnecessary. He seemed to have heard the Detektef the night before.
"Everything is in my hands."
..."...."...
Far north a bloody battle is taking place.
The sound of cannon bombardment adorned the battlefield. The place that was once a meadow had already turned into a barren land full of blood and tears.
The battle had been going on for almost a day and now the winner was clear, Special Knight Battalion.
In a tent Detective Greyhorn is interrogating a prisoner of war.
"Say, where's your employer?"
"Cw, hahaha. My master will definitely kill all of you despicable humans. Look forward to."
"Where is your master?"
"You think I'm gonna tell you?"
"Yes. You're gonna. Let me guess. From your words just now means he's not here and won't help you. He should not be on the mountain either. That means he went to pick up Blackjack, right? But since he's not here it means that there's another hideout, or the original plan has changed and you're forced to split the army. Looks like the last one."
The prisoner did not answer at all but the Detective seemed to know all the answers.
"Because he's not here and he's not there, where is he? Well, you don't have to answer. I've been fishing for Blackjack to Nagara Falls. That means your master will be not far from there. Well, Mr. Prisoner, thank you for your cooperation. Enjoy your short time."
The prisoner was surprised. What the hell just happened? This person was talking to himself but seemed to get an answer from him. The feeling is not good. But surely he did not have time to think about this it was because the time of his execution was near.
Detective Greyhorn comes out of the tent and is greeted by a man of great zeal. His armor carved beautifully able to show the cohesion of the user's body. A red robe fluttered on his back. His face was hidden behind a helmet shaped like the face of a demon.
This person was the Supreme Court Justice as well as the leader of the Special Knight Battalion, Epsilon.
"The Unit of Judgment can already be deployed."
"good. What's up." Greyhorn once again asked his question.
"Nothing ... I'll go with you."
"Not needed. Just lead your army."
The detective immediately went to the next battlefield. Epsilon stared at the clouds in the distance. It was common for him to get such a cold reply. But still ....
Detective Greyhorn and his Judgment Unit minus his captain ran through the forest vegetation for hours without rest. Their destination was the place that was supposedly the mastermind headquarters behind all these matters.
"Not here, yeah."
"Not here either."
"Hm. Looks like they used this place."
Gather information, analyze, and finally come up with a hypothesis. Everything is done in a short time and over and over again.
In the end, people are always full of flaws. It is impossible for just one person to successfully gather even the slightest information, analyze it, and successfully make a hypothesis with a probability of being correct of more than 90%.
But he is different. His nickname as the greatest detective is not just a mere display. More precisely, with his akashic records all of that became possible.
"It should be near here. Be prepared!"
His guess is right again.
They finally reached the enemy's hiding place. However, they are late.
Within a radius of nearly 50 meters the trees and the ground were trimmed leaving charred scars on fire.
Standing in the middle of the tragedy was a man in a suit and black glasses. The man welcomed the detective.
"Thank you for the hard work. But baby you're late. That guy just left."
This man was none other than the current leader of the Adventurers Alliance, Erick.
What the hell's going on?
Why is he here?
Greyhorn could already guess it. It seems like this person has already made use of his plan. But what's the purpose?
Even for Detective Greyhorn a man named Erick is still filled with a fog of mystery.
"May I know what the purpose of the Alliance Chief is in this place?"
"Sorry to answer your question with a question. But, what did the greatest detective in the Empire do in this place? Well, it seems like our goals are the same. And before you ask let me answer first, that person is just as you thought."
Greyhorn clicked his tongue.
"It's a shame."
He's certainly upset. But unfortunately this man before him was beyond his jurisdiction.
"Then I resigned myself."
Erick went towards Denia City.
"Sad."
Once again the plan fell apart.
"Restall check the surrounding area."
"Ready!"
It was possible that he was too focused on the enemy in front of him to be unaware of the influx of unexpected components around.
It doesn't feel very pleasant. It's like someone forcibly entered and ransacked your entire house.
He also needs to update his database immediately.
"First Erick."
A very mysterious person. He even suspected that Erick was not from this world. This person will be his next focus after the case this time is over.
"After Erick, the next one is the boy."
The boy who came out of nowhere and messed up his plans. The boy who is said to have a relationship with the legendary adventurer Rosella. Clarina.
