Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

Not only did Rachel Luther's experience change dramatically, but I also influenced history in every way.

Generally speaking, the Spelud are considered demons.

They hid deep in the forest, afraid to go out.

But this time things might be different.

Depending on the circumstances.

They might have already moved away as a whole.

all in all.

In order to gather intelligence, I moved to the town's tavern.

……

The moment I stepped into the tavern.

I felt something was off.

Within sight, it's an ordinary tavern.

Although there are mostly adventurers, there are also quite a few townspeople.

Although 20% of the guests were oni, that was clearly not the reason why I felt something was wrong.

For most races, a bustling tavern is not so unusual.

why?

My gaze quickly fell on the corner.

there.

A burly man with green hair and a red gem on his forehead.

He has scars on his face.

He held up the trident he never parted with.

They are talking to someone.

"Besides those people, are there no others?"

“...I say, Mr. Rachel Rudd, these people are the most famous in this country.”

"But it's useless."

"Even if you say so..."

no doubt.

He is Raji Rudd.

I will never admit my mistake.

The person speaking to Rachel Rudd appeared to be dressed very modestly.

But if you look closely, you can see that the materials used are of very high quality.

In other words.

They were probably nobles or something similar.

incredible.

Rigdell was having such a mundane conversation with a fellow who was like a nobleman.

"Alright, alright, I understand. In short, I will convey this to His Majesty the King truthfully."

"sorry to bother you."

The nobleman who was speaking with Rijkaard sighed.

Then he turned and left the tavern.

After a brief stay, Rijkaard also planned to leave.

I immediately went forward.

"Mr. Rachel Rudd!"

"Ok?"

Rachel Rudd frowned slightly.

The trident in his hand swayed slightly.

"who are you?"

"what?"

What brings you here?

Rachel Rudd's tone was somewhat cold, as if he didn't know me at all.

how come.

It's only been a few years since we last met.

My appearance hasn't changed too much...

"Master, should I remove my mask?"

Icarus asked in a low voice.

"..."

Because I was too excited.

I forgot I was wearing magical armor.

I was about to turn on my mask.

suddenly.

The ruby-like luster on Rijkaard's head flickered slightly.

"You are... Rudeus?"

"I'm not entirely sure," said Rijkaard.

"Yes, it's me!"

I was incredibly excited.

"Icarus, activate your mask!"

"Yes."

After the mask is turned on.

Rachel Rudd's expression suddenly turned to one of utter surprise.

“It really is you… Rudeus, it’s been a long time.”

"Yes, it's been a long time, Mr. Rachel Rudd!"

I could hardly contain my excitement.

seriously.

Seeing that Rachel Rudd is safe and sound is better than anything else.

"The design is very unique, and this armor... could it be..."

Rajirud's gaze fell on Icarus.

"Yes. This is armor made from a warrior's gun."

"...Did you go to the burial ground?"

"Yes."

Since Rachel Luther asked, I'll just repeat it here.

Head to the burial ground.

I saw the remnants of Rajirud's soul.

After being told that the war was over, it seemed to be accepted.

And then this and that...

all in all.

Finally, I forged the trident left behind by the warrior into this armor.

"I see."

After listening, Rachel Luther nodded indifferently.

That probably means "I understand".

There was no other reaction.

"By the way, why are you here?"

"I ask you this in confusion," Rijkaard asked.

"I'm here to see Mr. Rachel Rudd."

"Looking for me? Have you encountered an insurmountable enemy?"

That's what Rachel Rudd said.

He showed a slight hint of embarrassment.

"...Rudius."

"Yes!"

"I'm sorry, I probably can't leave here to help right now."

"Huh? Excuse me, could it be...?"

“The village is facing a crisis, and I must find a way to solve it.”