Facing their own goddess, the smiths each held fine-crafted weapons as they stood neatly behind their goddess.
"Yes!"
"Rest assured, Lady Goddess. We're not brainless brutes. Fighting with the magic swords lets us maximize our strengths. We should leave the vanguard to the professional adventurers."
"Good, just like that. This battle, you all know what it means. It concerns the life and death of the entire city. Take it seriously!"
Hearing the command of their goddess, the smiths let out roars.
One after another, they gripped all kinds of magic swords and charged into the battlefield!
As smiths, who among them doesn't have a few tricks up their sleeves? Otherwise, how could they possibly survive in Orario?
On the surface they are smiths, but in reality… every last one of them is even more ferocious than adventurers.
Just looking at their captain, Tsubaki, is enough to understand everything.
The passion they usually pour into the forge had now turned directly into fighting spirit, and they kept firing the proud magic swords of the Hephaestus Familia.
At the same time, as their goddess, Hephaestus stood in the rear, personally giving commands.
She targeted the locations where evacuation had finished, and the Violas there were blasted and scorched by lightning and flame traps.
Whether or not the weapons were crafted by the upper-rank smiths didn't matter, everything stored in the warehouse was hauled out.
The thick layer of dust made it hard to see the weapons' original appearance, but that clearly didn't affect their power.
Like that, the smiths held their weapons, stood up, and faced the city's crisis without hesitation.
With the smiths of the Hephaestus Familia, and magic swords whose power rivaled, if not surpassed, the bombardment of mages, the pressure on the adventurers instantly dropped!
Like a powerful stimulant, morale surged in an instant!
And with the goddess Hephaestus personally commanding from the rear, the entire situation reversed almost in the blink of an eye!
The crowd erupted into cheers.
....
Likewise, when Orario was thrown into chaos by the monster riot, the Guild Headquarters, as the administrative body of the city, obviously could not remain uninvolved.
"Coordinate with the mages, you idiots! That Violas reacts to mana! Didn't any of you bother to properly read the investigation reports submitted!! Hurry, drive the enemy away from the citizens! Lure them! Push them toward the suppression zones!"
Northwest Main Street, Adventurer Street:
Guild employees were also doing everything within their power.
What shocked and confused them was that their own Guild Chairman, the man nicknamed the Guild's Pig, Royman, was standing at the very front, shouting his lungs out.
"Uh, uhh, um, Chairman sir! Aren't you always warning us that using magic inside the city is dangerous, that it's forbidden… so why now…"
"Shut up, idiot! Is this the time for that!? Just look at the situation!! Zur, make sure the familias maintain coordination!! Move with the flow of battle!"
"Y-yes, sir…"
"Chairman is too cruel… This is double standards! Completely blatant double standards!"
Sending off the half-elf receptionist, Royman roared angrily at the crying receptionist Misha Flott while continuing to issue commands.
As a high-ranking administrator of the city, well, only on the surface, but his authority was real, other than Ouranos who stayed in the Prayer room, and the mage Fels, he was the only one in the Guild who truly understood "what exactly is happening in the city."
Thinking of the bomb hidden beneath his feet, his face turned completely pale.
Fear and anxiety tightened around him. The pressure in his heart kept rising, sweat pouring like rain.
If not for maintaining appearances in front of his subordinates, even his legs would've given out by now.
If he could, he wanted to gulp down stomach medicine like liquor, convince himself all of this was a dream, and dive under a blanket.
If this incident wasn't resolved smoothly, never mind continuing to sit in the Guild Chairman's seat and make money living in luxury, his life wouldn't be guaranteed.
He wasn't an adventurer, nor did he have their spirit. In the face of death… he was just an ordinary person.
But even so, he still forced himself to fulfill his responsibility and remained on-site.
Because he also understood very clearly: only he could give accurate instructions.
After all, he was the only sensible one here…
Looking at the chaotic city, sweat pouring down his forehead, he came up with an idea and shouted to his subordinates:
"Flott! Go to the Hostess of Fertility! Even someone like you shouldn't have any trouble borrowing manpower from there!"
"Eh?? The tavern? The Hostess of Fertility on West Main Street? Chairman, are you sure you aren't a little… confused…"
"Less nonsense, hurry and go call them ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, !!"
"I-I understand!!"
Facing the twisted face and bloodshot eyes of the guild head, she instantly took off like a startled rabbit.
At this point, nothing else could be considered.
Using his excellent memory and administrative skills, Royman pulled out every upper-rank adventurer's affiliation and ability from his mind and selected every possible combat-capable individual.
He shouted, "Send the Takemikazuchi Familia, the Miach Familia to the eastern district!"
Whether lower, mid, or upper familias, he ordered them all into the field.
He even mobilized the familias that had accepted the previous forced mission, sending them to suppress the situation as well.
"Ugh, Finn and Fron, those two brats, laughing as they left, saying 'we're counting on you for the rest', so this is what they meant!? Digging such a huge pit for me!? Damn that tiny pallum and that human! Despicable! Shameless!"
Everyone knew, after all, they were old acquaintances, that Finn and Fron, those two cunning bastards, understood Royman perfectly well.
As Guild Chairman, he was loyal to his own self-interest and would use anything and anyone he could.
That's how he earned the vulgar nickname Guild's Pig.
"If we can't save everything related to the city, this is going to be bad!?"
Yet his feelings for Orario, his desire to protect it, were stronger and more sincere than anyone else's.
If that were not the case, the god Ouranos would never have entrusted him with the position and responsibility of supreme authority.
Compared to familias, Royman, undeniably, was their version of a captain.
Putting his all into shouting, Royman unleashed everything in him.
"Hold the line, adventurers!!"