I Left the State-Sanctioned Party, and Eventually Became a Hero in the Frontier ~ A Tale of a "Scoundrel" Starting Over as a Hero ~

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“Fimia? Are you serious?”

I couldn’t hide my agitation at the sudden news.

“Yes. It seems she submitted a withdrawal request from Silhasta last night, citing ‘differences in direction.’ A guild envoy came by just now to confirm the situation. We tried to halt the process, but if things continue, it will likely be accepted regardless.”
“Where is Fimia now?”
“She appears to have left town. We’re currently trying to track her down.”

Annoyed by Saran’s overly formal tone, I held my head in my hands. How did things become such a mess? Everything had been going smoothly… exactly according to plan, so why?

“If we lose ‘Skysunder’ Yulg, and now ‘Saint’ Fimia too, Silhasta may lose its qualification as a state-sanctioned party.”
“Don’t be ridiculous!”
“Our activities have already been disrupted. Maintaining our record might become difficult.”
“Don’t talk like it doesn’t concern you, Saran.”

At my sharp retort, Saran pushed his glasses up and sighed.

“I did advise you, Albert. I said not to do anything unnecessary.”
“That was…! But that guy—Rolo Mercia was clearly making advances on Fimia!”
“Isn’t romance a personal matter?”

Saran tilted his head slightly, and I sighed dramatically in response. This man acts like he’s smart, but he understands nothing. Fimia is supposed to be in love with me.

Then along came that country bumpkin, Rolo Mercia. He took advantage of Fimia’s kindness, got close to her, and tried to drive a wedge between us. That’s why I kicked him out of the party—to get him out of the way. So why did it come to this?

“Anyway, find Fimia. Use people. Just bring her back.”
“Understood.”
“And start recruiting new members too.”
“Got it. But you do understand we won’t find anyone on par with ‘Skysunder’ Yulg?”
“I know that!”

Waving Saran away, I stared at the closed door and sighed again. Lately, all I’ve done is sigh. Too many unexpected and unwelcome events… one after another.

Just when everything was finally falling into place.

“Damn it…”

If this all started with Rolo Mercia’s expulsion, then what was I supposed to do?

That boring-looking twink—what good was he? A “decent all-rounder” type is not someone I need in Silhasta, my ideal state-sanctioned party. His combat power is low, and his magic’s not even that great. He’s only good at menial chores. Why would I keep someone like that around?

And Yulg. That guy’s just as bad. Same hometown? And you leave the party over that? Ridiculous. This is professional adventuring. It’s life and death. It’s honor. You need capable allies you can entrust your life to.

Still… losing the title of ‘Skysunder’ hurts a little. I don’t know what people saw in him, but he was reasonably popular. It’s bound to impact Silhasta’s reputation going forward.

“Sitting here thinking won’t solve anything.”

Muttering to myself, I leaned back in my chair. I’d need to prioritize and tackle each problem one by one. Relying too much on Saran isn’t good either. I’ll head into town myself and see if anyone’s seen Fimia.

As for Yulg—if I can locate him, I’ll offer to bring him back. I heard somewhere that he committed borderline crimes in his hometown and has nowhere to return to. That means there’s a good chance he’s still wandering this town as an adventurer.

Even if he moved to another city to avoid seeing me or Saran—it shouldn’t be hard to track him down. So first, I’ll focus on Fimia.

I need to make it clear that her withdrawal was a mistake, and that Silhasta is still going strong. If we sit down and talk things out face to face, she’ll understand. If we talk in bed, she’ll realize she was just confused.

Fimìa sleeping in my arms would be beautiful. I’ll have to shower her with affection…

Just as that thought passed through my mind, the door burst open without a knock.

“Albert.”
“S-Saran? What is it?”
“We found where Fimia was heading.”

As expected. Competent, as always. That’s how a strategist should be.

“She was seen asking the stagecoach operator for directions to ‘Marhas.’”
“…That man again. Rolo Mercia!”

Marhas was Rolo Mercia’s hometown. He must’ve said something manipulative to Fimia before leaving. She’s so pure, she must’ve taken him seriously.

Or maybe she went to bring him back. If she sincerely begged me to do so, I might even consider reversing Rolo’s expulsion. I still don’t believe he’s needed in Silhasta, but if it’s what Fimia truly wants, I’d allow him back as a chore boy.

Of course, I wouldn’t let him near her ever again.

“Right. We’ll go after her immediately.”
“Am I going with you?”
“Of course you are!”

After a brief pause, Saran gave a short bow.

“Understood. I’ll prepare everything.”
“Good!”

…I think he sighed again as he left, but whatever. He always grumbles. No point worrying about it.

More importantly—Fimìa. I need to catch up to her quickly and talk things through. I can’t stand the idea that she might still misunderstand me because of Rolo Mercia.

She must want to make up with me. We love each other—being torn apart over something so trivial would be a tragedy.

“Alright!”

I threw on my travel clothes and flung the door open. If I don’t hurry, the sun will set. Time to leave—now.