I'm Actually Not Overpowered!

"E-EEEEEKKKKKK!!!" An annoying, but understandably, loud voice pierced the air.

The Middle Aged man before me—and the rest of my leaders—looked petrified with shock and fear.

'Ah, aren't you just overreacting?' I nearly rolled my eyes, but kept my calm facade going.

"H-Hero... isn't t-that—!!!"

Sighing internally, at this point, I approached the Vice Guildmaster of Dulum and touched his shivering shoulder.

"It's fine, Zabdel... she's my slave."

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Moments earlier, I had returned from my excruciating round of thoughtful strategies to emerging victorious.

Spoiler alert, I still had no idea how to achieve this.

Everyone—Sarah, Byron, Lucy, and Lilith—was awaiting my arrival. They were already prepared to leave for the meeting, so all we had to do was wait for things to fly on the Adventurers' end.

The human soldiers were talking with one another, trying their best to relax despite the horrific sight of the army we were up against. I knew they were all doing their best to get a grip.

It didn't take long after I arrived, before Zabdel personally came to inform us of the completion of their preparations.

Unfortunately, when he laid eyes on the newest member of my group, he freaked out.

So, yep... that was what happened.

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"I-I see... so that's how it is." The Vice Guildmaster murmured after a very draining round of explanation.

Usually, my authoritative words as a Hero would be enough to make him swallow whatever confusion he had about Lilith. Unfortunately, we were not in my home territory.

'Plus, with all this tension rising everywhere, it's best to be as clear as possible.' I sighed internally as my eyes observed Zabdel's countenance.

Thankfully, he believed me.

"I understand. Thank you, Hero. This just reminds me of how powerful and unpredictable you are." A smiled formed on his face.

Reverence replaced fear, and I could sense genuine feelings of awe.

'Ah, this just became awkward again...'

I wondered why Asa and the others didn't warn Zabdel prior to him coming? That would have saved me a lot of drama.

Perhaps they didn't want to be the ones to spill the beans? Well, either way. It didn't change the fact that I had to clean up the mess by myself.

"It's fine. Now then, shall we go?" My voice resumed its deep and purposeful tone.

Fortunately, my able Vice Guildmaster caught my drift and nodded in response.

"Of course. Right this way."

And so, I and my entourage were led to the designated site for discussion.

'Hopefully I figure out a good strategy before then...'

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All five S Rank Adventurers—of course not counting those in the rank of Guildmaster or Vice—were present in the fairly large hall.

Other than them, the elite A Rank Adventurers, and veterans in the business were also present.

Party Leaders were also made to attend the meeting, so the total number of Adventurers were fifty nine.

As important figures in Dulum, all the strong men and women know why they were present. It was to discuss the most pressing matter that troubled them.

The venue was a place reserved for important guests—for example, the leaders of several nations, or perhaps wealthy merchants and personalities of high standing.

It was a surprise to see that Adventurers like them, who were more attuned to violence and a rugged lifestyle, could find themselves in such a place.

Surprisingly, there were wooden furniture present; a comfortable chair and an exquisite desk that stood in front of the small crowd..

Everyone else had metal-like chairs, but they were all standing in front of them.

No one in the room sat on their respective seats as they were in no mood to rest.

Besides, they awaited someone important. It was common sense to wait for him before anyone assumed their seats.

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"W-will we really be alright?" A timid-looking man squeaked to a colleague beside him.

He had a shabby hair, and his gear could only be described as shoddy—at best.

Unlike some of the big shots in the room, he was on the low end of the elite spectrum.

As the leader of a Party, he had the requirements to attend this important meeting, but anyone could tell that he didn't belong there.

Not only was he a C Rank Adventurer—quite average in looks and charisma—he was also physically weak and often relied on his caution and wits to tackle awry situations as an Adventurer.

It was because of this that he was able to effectively lead his team members through so many hardships and countless trials.

A few called him paranoid, but it was due to this overly cautious nature of his that his Party had never experienced any loss of members since its establishment.

That was an achievement not many could boast of!

Then again... his Party was just a few months old. No one knew the future.

"You don't believe in the Hero?" The colleague beside him was of almost equal status.

The gear alone showed their similarities—though the brighter fellow had better maintained weapons and a very captivating armor.

They were still quite cheap, though.

"You need to have faith, Thomas. Don't doubt the Hero." The brighter fellow smiled while tapping the shoulder of the more nervous Adventurer.

Thomas nodded and gave a weary smile once he felt better. His friend, Andrew, was always the better speaker. It was no wonder he had more Party Members, despite being so reckless.

"I-I see. I understand. Thanks."

Andrew nodded and gave a brighter smile—if such a thing was even possible.

It wasn't just Thomas who was nervous, though. Many people had fears and worries, but they were all comforted by one thought—the Hero.

Not all of them experienced it, but quite a good amount had used the 'Magical Magnifying Item' that the Hero lent Asa—who was also in the room.

The Item was amazing, as it made everything seem much closer when one saw through it.

And the Hero had just so easily given Asa the power to heighten her Ranger Abilities beyond the natural.

Thanks to everyone she, and her comrades saw, the Adventurers in the room had faith...

... That their Hero wouldn't fail.