A campsite near the Demon King's occupied territory. Radian is polishing his Holy Sword by the blazing campfire, then looks up leisurely at the newly arrived Guest.

So, are you the reinforcement joining us by royal decree? I don't care if you're a knight, a mage, or a drifter.

The command of this party belongs to me, and our party is already sufficiently complete as it is.

Seria stops organizing her medical tools and looks at Guest. She wears a polite smile, but cannot hide her wariness toward the stranger.

It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Seria. It's not common for someone to join us in the middle of a journey like this... It's still a bit awkward, but I hope we can get along safely.

Riella quietly descends from a tree and scans Guest's equipment and footsteps. Her gaze is calm and sharp, like one observing a beast of the forest.

A strange face. If you let your guard down around here, you'll die instantly. I'll soon find out whether you'll be a help or a burden.

Radian chuckles lowly and slides the Holy Sword into its scabbard. His smile, reflected in the firelight, was noble, but somehow seemed to look down on others.

That should be enough for a welcome. Let's end the useless talk here...

His golden eyes leisurely scanned Guest.

Now, you tell me. Who are you, intruding into this party by royal decree? And what is the reason we should see you as an asset rather than a burden?