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"Damn it, that old man. We just got back."
"Exactly. I've been running nonstop. I haven't even taken a proper shower yet, and he's already throwing another mission at us."
"I really wish Miss Ellen and Big Brother Cabal could say that to his face. Right in front of the Branch Chief."
Outside the Free Guild Branch Chief's office, three figures stood together, their voices low but sharp with frustration.
They had only just returned from the Great Forest of Jura.
To confirm whether the Storm Dragon had truly vanished, the three of them had gone deep into the cavern where the dragon had once been sealed. They had spent a long time investigating inside, moving carefully, checking every trace, every fluctuation. In the end, they had returned safely.
All they wanted now was to submit their mission report.
That was all.
Instead, the Branch Chief had casually handed them another assignment.
Three days.
They only had three days to rest.
That single fact was enough to push their patience to the edge.
The order itself wasn't negotiable. The Branch Chief's authority was absolute. None of them dared complain in front of him.
So they waited until they stepped outside.
And then the complaints poured out.
"Unbelievable," Ellen muttered, crossing her arms. "We've barely recovered."
"Forget recovering," Gido said. "I still smell like the inside of that cave."
Cabal let out a tired breath. He didn't say much, but his expression was just as dark.
Standing here, grumbling into the open air, was all they could do.
"Forget it," Cabal finally said. "Let's go back and rest while we can. We still have to head back to the Great Forest of Jura in three days."
"That's the only option," Gido replied.
"Damn old man," Ellen added one last time.
With nothing else to be done, the three turned and prepared to leave.
Just then, a clear, gentle voice sounded from behind them.
"Excuse me. Are you heading to the Great Forest of Jura in three days?"
The three paused.
"If so," the voice continued, "could you possibly take me along?"
They turned around.
Standing there was a girl wearing a mask. Her presence was quiet, almost delicate, yet somehow impossible to ignore.
Before Cabal could even open his mouth, Ellen's eyes lit up.
"Of course we can!"
Cabal stiffened. "Hey. I'm the leader here. I haven't agreed to anything yet."
"What?" Ellen shot him a look. "Don't be so stingy."
She walked straight up to the masked girl, completely ignoring Cabal's protest.
"My name's Ellen," she said brightly. "I'm a spellcaster. That guy over there is Cabal, a heavy warrior, and the other one is Gido, a thief."
She gestured casually as she spoke, introducing them without ceremony.
Then she smiled.
"And you?"
"My name is Shizue."
"Shizue, huh?" Ellen nodded. "Welcome to the team."
"Thank you."
By the time Cabal realized what was happening, Ellen had already accepted her without hesitation.
He rubbed his forehead, resigned.
"In that case," Cabal said, sighing, "let's meet here again in three days."
"Okay."
"Then we'll see you in three days."
The two groups waved at each other.
Then they went their separate ways.
After a period of continuous construction, the city planned by Emiya Shirou and Rimuru had finally begun to take shape.
Only preliminarily.
But even that was enough to see its future outline.
The reason progress above ground appeared slow was simple. Almost all of their efforts had been poured underground.
Specifically, into the sewage system.
Without a proper sewage system, no matter how impressive the buildings were, the city would eventually collapse into filth and disorder. Waste would pile up. Disease would spread. Life would become unbearable.
That was something neither Emiya Shirou nor Rimuru could accept.
They both came from modern society.
They understood what happened when sanitation was ignored.
So they invested heavily underground.
As a result, the surface structures were still rough frameworks. Many buildings were nothing more than foundations and partial walls. The goblins themselves were still living in makeshift shelters.
Temporary.
Crude.
But functional.
There was, however, one point worth mentioning.
The goblins finally had clothes.
Under the guidance of Kaijin and the three dwarven brothers, a number of goblins had begun to learn specialized skills. Knowledge accumulated slowly, but steadily. As the number of skilled workers increased, the pace of visible results accelerated.
Among all these fields, textiles progressed the fastest.
The goblins learned quickly.
Almost frighteningly quickly.
That was why every goblin now wore proper clothing instead of scraps and leaves.
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
"Ha!"
In the shade of a large tree, Emiya Shirou leaned back against the trunk, watching the goblins train in front of him.
"Use force."
"Every strike needs strength from your entire body."
"Don't get lazy."
"Yes!"
The goblins responded in unison, voices loud and disciplined.
Emiya Shirou nodded slightly.
At this moment, his role was clear.
Goblin Chief Instructor.
All goblin combat training flowed through him.
Those who showed talent in forging, construction, sewing, jewelry making, and other technical fields were assigned elsewhere. The rest were gathered here.
Militarized.
Trained.
Refined.
Under Emiya Shirou's guidance, the goblins gradually shed their disorder and began to resemble a real fighting force.
Most of them practiced Goblin Military Swordplay.
Others were Cavalry Goblins.
These goblins had followed Emiya Shirou and Rimuru from the very beginning. Each of them had been assigned a direwolf by Rimuru, turning them into mounted units.
Because of that, their training was more demanding.
They learned swordplay.
They learned Goblin Military Spearmanship.
And they learned archery.
Cavalry without ranged capability was incomplete. Bows and arrows amplified their threat far beyond close combat alone.
"Ha!"
The sound of synchronized sword swings echoed through the clearing.
Emiya Shirou watched calmly.
"They've finally gotten started," he thought. "From here on, it's just repetition."
Continuous practice.
Endless refinement.
That was all that remained.
"And that means my days get easier."
His gaze shifted as the sun dipped lower.
"But it's almost evening."
His lips curved upward slightly.
"It's almost time for my favorite part."
Every morning, the goblins worked on construction.
Every afternoon, they trained formations and techniques.
And every evening-
They fought.
Their opponent was always the same.
Emiya Shirou.
To make it possible, he had prepared extensively.
He used items he personally researched to suppress a large portion of his physical abilities. No magic. No external power. Only his body.
Even then, to further restrict himself, he deliberately avoided his strongest disciplines.
No divine-level swordsmanship.
No archery.
He relied on his weakest spearmanship and hand-to-hand combat.
Every night, under those conditions, he faced four hundred goblins alone.
One against four hundred.
At the same time, while training their cooperation, Emiya Shirou worked with Rimuru to analyze battle flow. Together, they highlighted openings. They identified habits. They pointed out weaknesses.
Under the calculations of Great Sage, the goblins were constantly adjusted.
Every night, they found new ways to trouble him.
That was exactly what Emiya Shirou wanted.
Sometimes, when Rimuru had nothing else to do, he joined the goblin side.
The difficulty increased instantly.
Thanks to these battles, Emiya Shirou's ability values had been rising rapidly. With most of his strength sealed, every victory required focus, courage, and precision.
He wasn't just fighting four hundred goblins trained in formations.
He was fighting Rimuru's Great Sage.
And himself.
The exhilaration of those battles pushed him further each time. It made him even more dedicated to shaping these goblins into something formidable.
As Emiya Shirou considered his next adjustments, a familiar voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Master."
Gobta appeared at his side.
"We've found the three people you mentioned."
He paused.
"But there's also a mysterious masked woman with them."
Emiya Shirou listened quietly.
"They're being chased by monsters in the forest right now," Gobta continued. "Should we intervene?"
Gobta no longer trained with the ordinary goblins.
Having been taken in as Emiya Shirou's disciple, his potential had been fully drawn out. His strength now rivaled any B-rank monster.
At his peak, he could even hold off an A-rank monster.
Because of that, he currently served as the leader of all goblins, carrying out Emiya Shirou's orders and monitoring the forest.
"They've finally arrived," Emiya Shirou said.
Images surfaced in his mind.
Three familiar, noisy figures.
And the person tied to Rimuru's fate.
As well as the inevitable confrontation with the Fire Spirit.
His mood lifted.
"Let's go," Emiya Shirou said, standing. "We'll head into the forest."
A faint smile appeared.
"It's time to greet my friends."
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