Mercenary Guild – Grakkis Branch

"You look so cool, Hiro-sama!"

"Un, not half bad. In fact, you actually look really good."

In addition to my usual mercenary get-up and jacket, I also had the gaudy

Silver Swords Wings Assault medal pinned to my chest and had my two

noble-issue swords strapped on to my waist along with my laser gun. Mimi

and Elma seemed to find my appearance pleasant and weren't stingy with

their praise. It's not like I drastically changed my look or anything… Well, I

guess being praised like this does feel kinda good.

"At this point, you're already considered to be an honorary imperial knight.

I wanted you to dress like that not only to show off your current identity as

one but to let other people realize that you're someone with status. It can

serve to deter anyone with bad intentions from approaching you as well."

"Is that how it is?"

"Yep. That's how it is."

I'm not really all that satisfied with this, but if Elma says so, then I guess

that should be the case.

"Ah–… Mm, I see. Yosh. Anyway, shall we get going?"

"Yes! I've already looked up the location of the Mercenary Guild branch

here."

"Great job Mimi. Good girl."

"Ehehe…"

I stroked Mimi's head as she held up her tablet terminal with the map

application open. If this girl had a tail, it would probably be wagging

energetically right now. Yep, how cute.

Mei sent us off from Black Lotus, and we headed for the Mercenary Guild

branch of the Grakkis Secundus colony by following Mimi's lead.

"But there sure are a lot of people here."

"Of course there are. Since most of the resources being consumed on

planet-cities like the imperial capital are imported from outside, there are

many merchants doing business here. A small part of the food resources are

being produced in the under-level geofronts, but the mineral resources are

all imported from outside. Most of the food resources are imported as well."

"Hee… Planet-cities must cost a crazy amount of money to maintain huh?"

"That's not really the case. We earn our income by producing highly valued

products using the resources imported from outside. These imperial-grade

luxury products aren't only valued domestically but are very sought after

abroad as well you know?"

"Hmm… But that doesn't really concern us much, does it?"

"You think so? Just so you know, Tetsujin V is also a luxury imperial-grade

product."

"Oh… So Chef Tetsujin is really that amazing huh?"

I certainly haven't managed to see the limits of what Tetsujin is capable of.

But man, once you've tasted the gastronomical delights it manages to whip

out only by using cheap food cartridges, you won't be able to settle for

anything less.

"Krishna's fully automated modular bath system is also an imperial-grade

product as well."

"Ah, yeah, that's amazing too."

Once you enter that empty bathtub, it would fill itself up with warm

bathwater at a comfortable temperature with the touch of a switch. Your

whole body will be washed and scrubbed automatically, and it even sports a

handy massage function. It even has a drying function that would dry your

entire body the moment you get out of the tub. At first, I kinda felt that it

was treating me like the clothes in a washing machine, but once I got used

to it, I couldn't get enough of the thing.

"I see. You really can't underestimate imperial-grade products huh."

"And that's not the only thing amazing about this place you know?

Imperial-grade natural agricultural produce, livestock products, and alcohol

products are all of the finest quality in the galaxy and are traded at really

high prices."

"Natural foodstuffs huh. I don't really remember seeing those being sold at

stores in the places we've been to. Well, it's your hometown anyway, so I

guess we'll get to sample some later. Let's find a good place to eat once we

land on the imperial capital."

"Really, Hiro-sama? Wow, I'm so excited."

Mimi was smiling really happily. Elma also had a cheerful aura about her.

Maybe she's reminiscing about the taste of her hometown. Let's invite the

mechanic sisters too once we're down there. Both of them seem stressed out

due to the fact that they had to deal with their colleagues from Space

Dwerg's branch in the imperial capital.

"Whoah… Man, this place sure is grand."

"The Prime colony is mainly used as a military installation, so the facilities

owned by the Mercenary Guild here on Grakkis are only this and the

Mercenary Training Academy building."

"The imperial planet-city doesn't have a branch office operating there?"

"There's not enough demand after all."

"…I see."

"I guess that's true."

There were still a bunch of mercenaries in this colony who were

undertaking escort jobs for mercantile ships, but even if there was a guild

branch open on the imperial planet-city, there probably won't be any

mercenaries who'll pay it a visit. You had to undergo a lot of troublesome

procedures before you're allowed to land there after all. It'll take too much

time and effort.

The three of us finally arrived in front of the Mercenary Guild branch office

building as we continued to discuss such stuff. I wonder what's up with the

wooden swing door with a cowbell hung on top of it though? Was it merely

for some aesthetic uniqueness?

The cowbell made distinctive clanging sounds as we entered the building,

and I nodded convinced after giving the interior a once-over.

"It has quite a unique interior design."

"Well, no expense was spared when it was built after all."

"It's amazing. It's like those super-ancient [1]spaghetti westerns."

The building had wooden floorboards and wooden tables. There was a

wooden counter on the left-hand side of the building, and there was was a

wooden rack filled with alcohol bottles installed on the wall behind it. On

the right, several other wooden counters for general daily operations were

lined up. It was an eclectic mix between a public office and an old-timey

pub that smelled of wood and alcohol.

"The materials used are synthetic wood. These types really managed to

capture the authentic smell of natural wood."

"Wouldn't using real wood be cheaper?"

"Of course not. Especially in this system."

"Real wood is considered an ultra-luxury item, Hiro-sama."

"Oh, right. Now I remember."

We stayed on a log house when we had our vacation on a resort planet a

while back, and Mimi, who had always lived in a space colony, was very

amazed by the natural flora and fauna found there, including trees and

wood.

We walked over to the business counters on the right side of the building

and felt several gazes focus on us. Well, we did stand out quite a bit.

I had had two swords strapped on my waist despite wearing mercenary gear,

and even had a shiny medal sticking out of my chest. And the girls beside

me stood out as well. One was a young girl who had big breasts despite her

small-ish height, and the other was a slender and beautiful elf. There were

quite a few unpleasant gazes mixed in due to my two companions, but they

probably won't make any move due to the swords on my waist.

We finally got in front of the counter, and before I could open my mouth to

state our business, the slightly nervous-looking receptionist oneesan greeted

us first. I'm sure the reason she looks nervous is because of the swords on

my waist as well.

"Welcome. What can we do for you all today, sir?"

"I have something I want to consult with you."

After saying so, I took out my data terminal and displayed my digital ID.

The receptionist compared my ID with the one in their database and was

taken aback. Un, as expected of a pro. She managed to keep her cool and

didn't leak a sound.

"Um, err, we gladly welcome your visit, Captain Hiro. As for the topic you

wish to consult us about… is it regarding the awarding ceremony,

perhaps?"

"Yep, that's right. I want some info regarding that."

"Yes. The working relationship between the guild and the imperial military

is fundamentally quite favorable after all."

The receptionist oneesan nodded earnestly. Well, in a sense, you can say

that the Mercenary Guild is a private sub-contractor affiliated with the

military. It's no wonder the working relationship between the two

institutions is good. Of course, not everything was so straightforward, and

the power dynamics between the two aren't exactly clear-cut.

If the Mercenary Guild decides to pull out from star systems with rampant

pirate activity due to friction between it and the military, the trade routes

would be compromised for the most part, and that may adversely affect the

imperial economy. If that happened, the imperial government will likely

push all the blame on the military and attempt to cozy up to the Mercenary

Guild again. Thus, it would be more appropriate to say that the relationship

between the military and the guild is one of give-and-take.

"It's my first time to attend such a ceremony, so I basically have no idea

what to do and what to look out for. That's why I came here for some

advice."

"I see… Well, your clothes and way of speech are a given, of course. In

fact, all of your actions will be subject to some scrutiny during the

ceremony. And also, you'll need to participate in a dance party after the

ceremony proper."

"Oh, that… Well, I have Mei instructing me for those matters anyway, so I

guess we got that covered."

Since my sword training was basically in its final stages, most of the

content of Mei's lessons now was regarding dance and proper etiquette.

Dancing with Mei was quite fun, but there were a lot of things to remember

when it comes to etiquette.

"What do you mean, sir?"

"Oh, um, we have a high-performance maidroid with us. The etiquette

lessons are all handled by her. She's pretty strict."

"I see. Next would be your attire then…"

"Will these clothes do?"

Mimi showed her tablet screen to the receptionist oneesan. Geh. That

picture seems to be from when I was forced to wear the noble attire picked

out by Chris… Just when did they manage to take one back then?

"Ara, what a gallant appearance."

"Isn't it!?"

"Oh c'mon… So, will these clothes do?"

"Yes, I believe there will be no problems. You're actually quite prepared,

aren't you sir?"

"Well, I guess. I honestly didn't think these will come in handy like this

though."

I never even dreamed that the clothes Chris picked out for me on a whim

would prove useful in this way. Did Chris actually predict something like

this would happen? Nah, that can't be it.

"That leaves–"

"I'm sorry for barging in on the discussion. Captain Hiro and crew, right?"

When the receptionist oneesan tried to proceed with the consultation, a

middle-aged man appeared on the other side of the counter, right behind

her, and addressed us. Fumu. He was a pretty handsome guy with a wellbuilt body. The glasses he was sporting were probably one of those

wearable information devices Elma told me about.

"Yeah. And you are…?"

Who is this guy anyway? What's his deal with us? I mulled those questions

in my head as I observed the man. His body was trained to an extent, but it

doesn't look like he's seen much practical combat. His atmosphere was

more of an office worker than a mercenary.

"My name is Marcus. I'm the deputy chief of the Grakkis branch of the

Mercenary Guild. Once again, I'm sorry for barging in on the middle of

your consultation, but I have something urgent to discuss with you. Can you

please follow me to the reception room at the back?"

"Eh…"

It smells like trouble. I turned to Mimi and Elma and found them furrowing

their brows and cupping their mouths in thought. By the way, the

receptionist oneesan's smile froze on her face when the deputy chief, who

was one of her big bosses, suddenly showed up right behind her. From the

looks of it, she was drenched in cold sweat. Sorry, miss.

"It won't fly if I refuse, right?"

"I understand your apprehension, but it's really not something you have to

be wary about for the most part. Not all of it is bad news."

Mr. Marcus, the deputy chief, displayed a strained smile.

"Well, I guess it's fine then…"

So it looks like there's some good news for us too huh. There's definitely

some bad news though, so it's still quite depressing.

"That's great. There are some stairs at the back of that passage, so please

head up there."

After telling us he would be waiting near the stairs, Mr. Marcus hurriedly

left. It can't be helped, so I stood up from the counter's seat and called out

to the still-frozen receptionist oneesan.

"Uh, sorry about that. Thank you very much for your help."

"No, it was my pleasure."

After bowing lightly to the awkwardly smiling oneesan, I walked to the

passage with Mimi and Elma and went up the stairs. Now then, I wonder

what's up… Will it be something good or bad for us?

We met up with Mr. Marcus, who was waiting near the stairs like he said,

and went up together. We entered a room on the second floor, and we found

an elderly man with a well-built physique waiting for us inside. Different

from Mr. Marcus, the elderly man's body wasn't just a result of casual

training and workouts. His arms were as thick as logs. He seemed

completely capable of breaking a person's neck with his bare hands.

"I'm Johannes, the chief of the Mercenary Guild Grakkis branch."

"I'm Captain Hiro. It's nice to meet you, chief."

We then shook hands. Un. He was really muscular, but it looks like he

wasn't gonna do anything like crushing my hand with his grip.

"Um, so I was told there's some good and bad news for us?"

"Umu. You don't have to be careful in your speech with me. I actually

dislike being all pretentious and stiff."

"Thanks then… So, uh, can you start with the bad news first?"

"Yeah, that's a more pressing concern after all."

After saying so, Chief Johannes glanced at Elma. Something about Elma?

Oh, I think I know where this is going.

"Actually, we were already contacted by someone from House Willrose. I

believe you already have an idea as to why?"

"It has something to do with Elma, I bet. I'm not too sure about the details

though."

I'll just feign ignorance regarding the details. Well, I'm thinking it was

something along the lines of handing Elma over straight away though.

"…Yes. To be specific, it was a message demanding the handover of that

young lady – the youngest lady of House Willrose – to them immediately."

"Ah, I see. You think I'd agree?"

"…"

Chief Johannes frowned at my answer, and Deputy Chief Marcus started

rubbing his right temple with his fingers.

"I would definitely comply if Elma agrees to it, but she doesn't, so that's

that. Isn't that right, Elma?"

"That's right. Unless you throw me out yourself Captain, I have absolutely

no intention of leaving your side."

"There you have it. In the first place, is the Mercenary Guild actually

willing to swallow such a demand? Is the guild unwilling to protect its

mercenaries from the arbitrary demands of imperial aristocrats?"

Elma was also an official Silver-ranked mercenary affiliated with the

Mercenary Guild, right? I was trying to imply that with my words. The

chief's expression remained unchanged, but the deputy chief's brows

furrowed as he began rubbing the center of his forehead while looking

down.

"We have a duty to inform you all about the matter, but the guild has no

intention of forcing you to comply. That means, apart from telling you

about their demand, we won't do anything else. Criminals who have

violated imperial law should be handed over immediately of course, but that

young lady over there isn't a criminal."

"I see."

"Or rather, honestly speaking, I don't want us getting involved in the

problems of aristocratic families. Actually, I'm the one who wants to

complain here, you know."

"That's what he says, Elma."

"U-Um, I can't do anything other than offer my sincerest apology, chief."

Elma displayed a bitter smile. She was the culprit who stole a starship and

went off into space without permission after all.

"So, what will you do now, chief?"

"I've already told the other party that the position of the Mercenary Guild is

to respect the free will of our members. I'll give you their contact info so

you can resolve this among yourselves. However, we will not turn a blind

eye to the use of violence and other unjustified means in order to force you

to comply. If something like that ever happens, don't hesitate to contact us."

"Aye, aye, sir. So, um, what about the good news?"

"The proposal for you to receive the Gold Star has been approved, Captain

Hiro. And in line with that, we will promote your guild rank from Gold to

Platinum as well."

Un, that wasn't really unexpected. The problem was, I wasn't really all that

happy about it.

[1] TL Note: Spaghetti Western – a broad subgenre of Western films that

became popular in the 1960s. The term was coined by American film critics

because most of the films were produced and directed by Italians.

And here's another fun fact – In Japan, Spaghetti Westerns are actually

called Macaroni Westerns. The raws actually use the term Macaroni

Western, but I opted for Spaghetti Western for easier recognition by those

familiar with the term. Great, now I'm craving some pasta…