Almark whispers to Mogen in a low voice.

'Mogen, I wonder if we could hear the conversation between those three.'

«What?"

Morgen tries to look at them , but Armark stops him with a hand wave.

"Don't look, I want to know what they're talking about.”

“Why, ?”

I heard they say "Bar-Herb" earlier."

'You mean Barhab ...... Wendy's family name ?'

Morgen said so loudly that Almark was afraid that the three of them might hear him.

"Morgen! You're being too loud."

"What? Wendy's family is one of the great nobles of Garai. Of course there will be rumors."

　Morgen still mentioned Wendy's name in a loud voice. Almark clicked his tongue inside.

"Morgen! Listen to me."

　Armark moved his face closer to Mogen's.

"They are from the North. I know that. because i am from the North, too. And they are mercenaries."

"Mercenaries!"

　Morgen recited.

"Who are mercenaries?"

“Mercenaries are ......."

Almark pauses for a moment, trying to think how to explain it.

“They are professionals in fighting wars. They are hired by the state or nobility to fight against their opponent.”

“I’ve heard of them."

　Morgen nodded.

"But it's no wonder those people came to Garnentol, though Wars are only occurred in the north."

'...... It's not just the big wars, you know. they also takes small tasks . such as exterminating monsters , defending villages, traveling escorts, ...... assassinations, and so on."

"Assassinations?

“Remember Wendy's letter, Morgen. It said there were people hired by Wendy's father's political enemies hanging around the house.”

"Right !"

　Morgen shouts loudly, and several customers glance in their direction. His voices echoed in the air,

"I told you, Mogen, you're being too loud!"

“Sorry. So what?”

"I think they might be related to Wendy's situation"

“No way. ...... that's too coincidental."

“Of course, it is more likely that they are not . But I have a bad feeling about them . It's just a hunch , but I'm curious. So to be sure , I want to know what they are talking about."

　Almark looked straight into Morgen's face.

“Morgen can we do it, ?”

'This voice-hunting spell ...I'm not very good with that."

Morgen fidgets and looks away.

I think our friend's safety may be at stake. Please, Morgen.”

"Yes, for her sake."

Morgen nodded.

“We can't stay too long. I want to get this done before they or anyone else in the tavern gets suspicious."

"Okay."

　Mogen took a deep breath.

　He closed his eyes and focused his mind.

　Almark, meanwhile trying to look calm, and looking out

their surroundings.

　After a few moments, an mass of small voices can be heard from their table.

　Morgen's voice-hunting spell had been casted .

　The voices, jumbled and tangled at first, slowly cleared and reach Almark's ears ..

" 'You know what?"

"There ain't no meat I can't eat."

'That's what I told you.

Ha-ha-ha-ha."

'...... Morgen, Not this table."

　Almark shakes his head.

'What?"

“Right next to it.”

"It's hard to adjust. it"

　”Morgen closes his eyes again. " .

"Right next to it. ......"

Muttering this , he concentrates more and more.

　After a few moments, an mass of voices appeared again.

'It's ......, and it's ......, apparently.'

'"But is it ............, right?'

'Morgen, good job.'

　The voices probably belonged to the three men over there.

　But it's hard to hear, like when they heard Norisch's windfall trick in the academy's garden before.

　I couldn't make out anything of their words."

"Sorry Morgen, a bit more accuracy ......"

'It's just that the voice on the other end is too low,...... that's the best I can do right now. Almark listen carefully."

"Okay."

　Almark listens carefully to the mass of voices that unwind. The clamor around him is disturbing.

'The request ...... is always .......'

'I can't help it, ...... it must be .......'

"...... target is ...... noble’s dauther ......"

"Did they just said noble’s dauther .....?"

　Almark listens more closely.

"'We ... already ... on our ..... way ...... ......."

'...... to ...... Miletus."

"!"

　”Barhab. Wendy. Miletos. That for real ?”

‘Hang in there, Mogen. A little bit ......’

"I will ......."

　Though he says so, sweat is beading on Mogen's forehead.

'...... they're over there,.......'

'We'll just have to wait. We'll do that ...... in three days.”

"It depends on what they want . All we have to do is to act as planned ."

　Suddenly, the voice's accuracy increases.

　"Good job, Morgen! “Almark cheered in his heart."

　But Morgen's face looked pale .

“Let 's keep our eyes on her a bit more ," .

'It'll take some time, but ...... anyway."

" We will kill her ."

　Suddenly, a waiter's hand reaches out in front of them and put a plate of food on table .

　Morgen opens his eyes in surprise.

　His concentration is broken, and the voices gathered on the table came to end .

　The last fragment of it reached their ears just before he lost focus can be described as follow .

If they kill Wendy , their task will be done.

T/N  I won't be able  to post on that weekend , so see you on Monday