A Foolish Ruckus

And now, back to the beginning.

After finishing my conversation with Fiene, I created a teleportation gate and quickly prepared to depart.

"Silver-sama. Who will you visit first?"

"The only one whose whereabouts we know for sure is him. Before he gets lost again, let's start with the old man."

"The Lost Sword Saint first? Then there's the Fist Sage of Extremes, the Wandering Bow God... and the Void-Annihilating Magic Swordsman, who, like Silver-sama, is shrouded in mystery. Everyone is known only through rumors, but will they even listen to us?"

"The only one I expect to be willing to talk is old man Egor. His extreme tendency to get lost is what makes him troublesome, but he's staying in one place now. That makes things easier."

If he weren't, he could stay lost for decades at a time, making him the hardest to find—and therefore the hardest to get to listen to me.

"What about the other three?"

"I won't know until I meet them. I doubt getting them to cooperate will be impossible, but I'll probably end up owing them a major favor..."

I doubt any of them would cooperate with me unconditionally...