The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 6

Chapter 6: Gomon’s Envoy

The next day, Rakul and I departed for the port city with Kamtsuhi, which my brother had entrusted to us.

“Serena, any luck with your foresight?”

As we headed towards the port city, I asked Serena from the driver’s seat. I had requested her assistance since we left the capital, but Serena shook her head in response.

“We’ve tried numerous times with Trutia, but it’s no use. It’s like there’s a fog blocking everything.”

“No luck, huh…”

If Trutia’s foresight hasn’t kicked in, does that mean nothing catastrophic is imminent? Even so, we can’t ignore the warnings from Chaos Crusaders, High Ends, and Zanma.

“Ruscutite, do you sense anything?”

“I wouldn’t.”

As Ruscutite reverted to his demonic form, he responded. While looking at our weapons on our hips and backs, I continued.

“Even if we possess formidable strength, we’re nothing more than monsters. We have no connection to the happenings in distant lands.”

“That’s right. Neither Ruscutite nor I can sense events occurring outside our birthplace, the Grusio Continent.”

“Come to think of it, when we first met, Ruscutite sensed the presence of the Chaos Crusaders.”

“Indeed. Perhaps Ruscutite sensed this anomaly because he hails from the same land as Zanma, unlike us.”

“I see…”

As we conversed, I pondered. If the situation has escalated to the point where anomalies are occurring on the Hume Continent, we may not know what’s happening in Hizuchi, but ignoring it altogether is not an option.

“In some cases…”

We may need to intervene…

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After two days of travel, we arrived in Toa, the port city where the envoy was staying. We had sent a letter ahead to arrange for their reception, so all that was left was to make our way to the envoy’s lodgings.

The streets were bustling, and among the crowd were people with black hair, similar to mine, wearing traditional Hizuchi attire called “kimono.”

“Although I’m used to seeing Berg, it seems people from Hizuchi have mostly black hair.”

“Yeah, well, considering Mom’s ancestors were from Hizuchi.”

As we walked and chatted, we arrived at an inn built in the Hizuchi architectural style. Showing the receptionist my title knight’s dagger, he nodded quietly and began to lead us inside.

“Miss Hinowa, your guests have arrived.”

“Please come in,” came the reply, and the man quietly opened the door, gesturing for us to enter.

Inside, a young girl dressed in red and white garments, resembling a newly appointed official, sat gracefully. Beside her stood a woman with a sword at her waist.

“We are deeply honored to receive a personal welcome from the renowned Black Storm Knight.”

The girl of our age spoke eloquently, her flaxen hair braided into three strands and tied up. Her deep brown eyes exuded a calm yet strong will and intelligence.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Hinowa Gomon, and I come as an envoy on behalf of my family’s head.”

With a bow, Hinowa introduced herself.