The Jack-of-all-trades Kicked Out of the Hero’s Party ~ The Swordsman Who Became a Support Mage Due to Party Circumstances, Becomes All Powerful – Chapter 32

Chapter 32: rage

“Ow, ow, ow!”

The day after my victory against the Black Dragon I woke up in my bed at the inn and unusually decided to sleep twice.

And when I tried to turn over, I felt a sharp pain all over my body, and I woke up completely.

This pain is a result of yesterday’s battle.

Yeah, I’ve got muscle soreness all over my body right now.

Activate [Pain Relief Blunting Pain Relief] and relieve the pain.

“I’m the worst sleeper I’ve ever had…”

I guess all that witchcraft yesterday still hasn’t gotten to my brain.

He takes out a few raisins and throws them in his mouth.

When I can’t think straight, I eat raisins.

Raisins, or rather, anything sweet, seems to stimulate my brain.

Well, it’s possible I’m mistaken, but I just have a sweet tooth.

Okay, and.

I don’t know what happened after that, because I slept like a mud after I came back to the inn yesterday.

but a floor boss from the 92nd level suddenly appeared on the ground…

I’m sure there was quite a commotion.

You didn’t have to leave the body intact at that point…

I don’t know if I’m lucky or unlucky.

Just before we suddenly moved to the ground, we were enveloped in a faint light.

This is the first time I’ve seen this happen, but under the circumstances the guild must have used deportation.

I heard a party of heroes explored the 92nd level yesterday.

A brave party showed up right after we moved to the surface.

It’s very likely that the heroes’ party was involved in yesterday’s incident.

Let’s go to the guild for now.

The quickest way to get information about the labyrinth is through the Searchers’ Guild.

I’m sure he’ll ask me too, so I’ll ask him about the cause of this irregularity and what happened after I left.


When I arrive at the guild, all eyes are on me.

So the explorers have been informed already?

“Welcome, Mr. Orn. I’ve been waiting for you. I thought you’d be here by now.

I heard a familiar voice.

I turned toward the voice and saw Eleonora.

She’s a guild official, someone who’s been helping me since I first became an explorer.

Since he was also in charge of the heroes’ party, we saw each other almost every day when we were in the heroes’ party.

“Eleonora, it’s been a long time.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while. It’s funny how it’s been less than a week since we last saw each other and I still miss you.”

“Ha-ha. You’re right… So, if you were waiting for me, it’s about yesterday, right?”

“Yeah. I’ve been waiting for you, I swear, but I’m surprised your timing is so good.”

Is the timing good, sir?

“Hmm, why don’t you follow me anyway? You can talk to me there.”

The guild leaders including the guild leader and the brave party were all in one place in the meeting room that Eleonora showed us.

Oliver, Derrick, and Anneli are all looking at me like I’m biting a bug.

Next to Anneli was a woman I’d never seen before.

She’s probably the Philly Carpenter who replaced me.

I’m sorry you got caught up in all this so soon after you joined the party.

“Thank you for coming, Mr. Orn. I’m sorry to bother you on such short notice, but can I ask you a few questions about yesterday?”

The guild leader speaks to you in a kind voice.

You’re still the one who never stops smiling.

The guild leader has dark hair that’s starting to turn gray and a good-natured look.

He’s kind of elusive.

“That’s fine… but first tell me the gist of what happened. All I did was fight a black dragon that appeared out of nowhere. I wasn’t involved in the cleanup either. All I can tell you is what I know about the battle with the black dragon.

“Right. Luna, I’m sorry, but can you tell me the story again?”

“… Okay.”

Luna, who has complied with the guild leader’s request, begins to tell the story of how she came to be.

When I was searching in the 92nd layer, a black dragon suddenly appeared in a place that wasn’t even a boss area.

He realized that he couldn’t win the battle and used the door on a whim.

When he was about to enter the distorted space, he was interrupted by the black dragon and the black dragon entered the distorted space.

And that you immediately went to the Guild and asked them to deport him.

What the hell is that…

I was in a surprisingly bad mood.

“After the deportation, there was some confusion over the black dragon corpse that appeared on the ground, but it was quickly settled with the help of the guild and has continued to this day.”

“Thank you, Luna. Mr. Orn… the black dragon has moved through the capricious door to the boss area on the 50th level. <Selma of the Silver Rabbit of the Night Sky said that you were there and killed it all by yourself. Mr. Orn?

He knows in his rational mind that he should answer the Guildmaster’s question calmly and not emotionally.

… But I can’t control my emotions.

“I never thought you’d be this stupid. Oliver, you disgust me to the core.”

He doesn’t answer the guild leader’s question, but tells Oliver.

“What? You were lucky to defeat them when they were weakened by Oliver and Anneli’s attack, so why should I listen to you!”

I’m not talking to you. Shut your mouth.”

I told Oliver, but Derrick said it back.

I’m not gonna have a real conversation with this guy, so I’m gonna kick him out.

“Out in the field”? I’m a brave pa…”

“You don’t understand a word I’m saying. I said shut up. Shut your mouth.

He barked at Derrick again, and when he said it one more time, he closed his mouth in fright.

You’ve been doing it all along.

“I understand there were some irregularities. It’s not surprising that you didn’t expect the floor boss to come out of the area. But why did you take the newly recruited grantmaster and dive into the depths so early in the first place? Luna must’ve objected. Why did you ignore that and dive deep? Did you think you’d have enough time since you’ve been there so many times?”

Oliver only gave me a bitter look and didn’t argue.

“You’re right. Haven’t I told you many times? I told you that we were just lucky to have conquered the ninety-second and ninety-third levels. I’ve also told you that with our current abilities our chances of going any further are slim. In fact, after we entered the deeper levels, there were many situations where we would have died if we’d made a wrong move.”

“… I know… That’s why I replaced you with a grantee! I made the decision thinking that if we got someone who can use more support magic than you, we’d still be able to go further…”

Oliver was talking back to me, but his voice was getting weaker and weaker.

“You made the decision, and a majority of the members agreed to kick me out. I’m not mad at you for that. In fact, I’ve been fooling around with a few tricks. There are many better grantmakers than me. I was sad to see you kicked out… but you’re the leader of a party of heroes. You have a duty to conquer the Grand Labyrinth. I don’t deny that. What made me angry was… I was angry that you disregarded the grantor!”

“I’m not taking it lightly! You knew it was important, that’s why you replaced it!”

Oliver’s going to strongly deny it.

He really seems to think so.

“… Do you have any idea how nerve-wracking it is for a grantmaster to go exploring the labyrinth? The first time we work together in the depths? That’s impossible! You guys were expecting her to be at the same level as me from the start, weren’t you? How can you do that if you didn’t even take her over? ! Even a B rank party would know that such a party would fall apart!”

“What’s so nerve-wracking about being a grantmaster? A grantmaster just buffs you again when the time comes and tells you what to do from a safe distance! It’s that easy! Anyone who can use support magic can do that!”

“… Are you serious?”

I’m so fucking pissed.

“I’m not serious, that’s a fact!”

This is where I first understood it.

… I’ve learned that when you’re angry, you can’t be cool about it.

“… Oliver’s sixty-one seconds, Anneli’s one hundred and thirty-four, Derrick’s one hundred and eighty-six, and Luna’s one hundred and forty seconds, do you know what this is?”

Oliver’s confused by my sudden question.

He’s still racking his brains trying to find the answer to my question, but he can’t seem to get it.

“It’s time for your buffs to wear off. Basically a grantor gives an average of three buffs to his allies during a battle. And not all of them are cast at the same time. He has to know the duration of all 12 types of magic in battle… and he has to be able to command the party. Oliver, can you do that?”

“Heh, it’s an application of parallel construction. You’ll get used to it!”

“You’re a genius. Sure, you can do it. But no one can tell you how many seconds I just told you. I’m talking about you. As soon as we got in the deep level, you said it was just to make sure we were all working together, and then you started fighting, didn’t you? Philly, even though she doesn’t know how long it takes. I don’t know if she’d say anything if she didn’t think you’d die if she let you run out of buffs. I’m sure she had that in mind as she struggled through the battle. What part of that is easy? !”

Oliver’s eyes widen.

I’m sure you can feel the pain I’ve been trying to convey.

The grant surgeon is pressed for time.

You never get used to that feeling of weakness when the buff wears off.

If something like that were to happen in the middle of a battle, it would be a fatal breach.

The hexenbiests won’t be so lax as to let you get away with it.

The fact that letting your buffs run out in the middle of a fight will kill your friends is not something that is overstated.

“You’re lucky to have made it out alive this time because she’s a good grantmaker. You should be thanking her.”

Silence reigns in the conference room for the last time.