Din no Monshou

I just said the name of the Din servant.

She nodded loudly with a smile like a flower.

"Yes, it's Walkins! How do you know that?

Grab my shoulders and shake them.

Abba, the seismic intensity sucks.

This isn't going to stop until I tell you.

"Actually..."

That Walkins is a servant employed by Sefina.

And having the power to slip away, both in swordsmanship and magic.

That he has silver hair and a very young look.

When she told them, she hit her hand and stood up.

"That's it, that's exactly the guy! I'm glad you're alive!

I am ecstatically happy.

But my head was full of questions.

I got this helmet ten years ago.

Walkins looks like he's in his late teens.

I don't know my age, but isn't it weird that I'm in a fight just ten years ago?

"By the way, how old did Walkins look then?

"Hmm. Maybe, but I think he was in his late teens."

Aren't you getting old, Mr. Walkins?

No, I've been feeling uncomfortable since I heard about Sefina serving you since you were a kid.

I found an even bigger mystery in Wang Du.

"By the way, is Mr. Walkins in King's Capital now?

"I'm here. He's resting in the southern aristocracy."

"Wow, an aristocratic city... I can't go in there."

"If I let you in, I don't think I can deal with you because I'm busy right now."

"Mm-hmm. Anything wrong with that?

We, the Dins, have come to duel in this king's capital.

Duel.

She, who is not a nobleman, will know what that means.

Play the battle of justice with pride and pride.

That is pre-construction, a drooling war painted on desire.

"What do you mean, you're putting Mr. Walkins on your behalf?"

"No, I can't because I'm involved in the demands."

"... what's the demand"

"An enemy nobleman is after Walkins.

He's called Durf Zajim Horgos. "

Fat, fat, big pig.

A colorful man drowning in power.

And a schemer using dirty hands.

To this king's capital, too, that notoriety will be raging.

Because he is a great nobleman who cows the western part of the kingdom.

Fulfilling, the girl's reaction and how......!

"I can't forgive you! Can you give Mr. Walkins to a pig like that?

I was so outraged.

He's lightly burning my anger and Shadyberga-like rage.

I'm guessing you're totally hostile to pests trying to get to your benefactor.

"I'll help you, too. I'll help you with anything you can do."

"No, I don't think you've had much trouble so far"

"The Din family...... you were. So you're Regis."

All of a sudden, I was a little surprised to be given a name.

"That, you know?

"From pedestrians coming from the West,

I've heard of a strange inheritance in the Din family. "

Whether it's an oddity or not, they know about me.

You're scared of a merchant network.

It's a race that fights with money throwing.

It's a profession like that for me. No, you're more of a pickup.

When the girl coughed one up, she put her hand on her chest and introduced herself.

"My name is Edgar Kristanval.

I worked for the Northern Mercenaries of the Kingdom. Now he runs a magic store in Wangdu. "

Ho ho. You're living a pretty spectacular life.

From a profession earned on the battlefield, a profession earned in a store?

They say it doesn't produce rock moss.

I guess it's a good step up.

"Tell me if there's anything I can do to help.

You can do rough things if you have to. I'm sure you still have balls in your arms. "

Edgar wielded a straight sword in the store,

It was rekindling my anger at Durf.

Whether you're strong or not, you're someone you're going to rely on inside.

Let's be glad we have a good connection.

I could buy a book.

I think it's time to go home.

"Well, then, I'm going home."

"Yeah. Well, be careful -"

At that moment, the store window blew up.

Wooden frames are scattered, with paralysis and wood scraps.

All of a sudden, I was delayed in taking defensive positions.

"Edgar, get down!

"I'm fine. Don't lick ex-mercenaries."

Stray bullet-like flameballs jump into the store again.

Then Edgar, stuck in its orbit, chanted the magic.

"Purified water that destroys evil flames.

Sprinkle out of my hand! - "Anti-Flare Water" "

Gobogobo and water come out of Edgar's hands.

The swollen water in the sphere splashes in abundance, enveloping the fireballs.

Normal water is likely to evaporate.

The water does not take the resistance of the flames for an object.

Successfully extinguished fire accurately with a small amount of water.

That must have been magic dedicated to extinguishing the fire.

It's not that high of magic, but it's amazing around being able to chant.

All I could think about was laying low.

"... damn. Are you even doing fights on the table?

Edgar opens the shop window.

After that, I went outside, too.

Soon, there's a ton of wild horses in front of the store.

"Don't block the entrance even though you won't buy it! Get out of the way!"

Edgar pulling it apart in a russell state.

You have merchant sorrow in your words.

I want it to flourish.

"What's going on?

"Uh... now you see?

Edgar put me on his shoulder and looked at the center of the crowd.

Even for me, my vision is free, so I can see what happened.

Apparently nobles and civilians are causing trouble.

A young woman is desperately apologizing for hiding the boy behind her back.

"Oh, I'm sorry! Because I'll tell you not to go in there again and I'll make you listen!

"Shut up! This aristocratic town is no place for dogs like you to come in!

Those beautiful people look like noble entourages.

There seems to be no aristocrat himself.

What is the situation? Edgar asks the woman next door.

"What happened? A fireball jumped into my shop."

"Eh, it's like a kid's gone into the aristocracy.

A servant who wanted to go through was furious with it... "

I see.

It wouldn't be strange for a kid to flutter in.

But there are a lot of dangerous people in the northern aristocracy.

I should be careful as a parent.

Still, these kinds of cases happen.

"What are we gonna do?

"I hate nobles. Let me put this on that woman's side."

With that said, Edgar pushed everyone around him.

A vacuum can be created in a dense area for only a moment.

At that moment, Edgar jumped high and jumped over the crowd.

And be royal before a woman.

Wait, are you going to take me on the road?

I don't care because I was trying to stop you, too.

Edgar stuck his finger at his squire as he lowered me to the ground.

"Anyone would make a mistake.

Mostly he's still a kid. Is that what adults do? "

"Who are you!

An aristocratic entourage stares at me with a vigilant eye.

Where his gaze gathered, Edgar elevated his name.

"Edgar Kristanval from the Magic Store.

You guys are noblemen. "

"People like you are afraid to make people listen to you.

Listen, fall down. We are the servants of Lord Durf Horgos. "

"... uh, that pig's"

With a rough look, Edgar hits his hand.

As far as I'm concerned, I felt like I wanted to get away with it.

I don't want to work with a group of Durfu in this place.

A squire slammed by his master narrows his eyes.

"You don't deserve to live. And next door... hey, I'm sure..."

My squire is talking to the private soldiers behind me.

Maybe I noticed someone.

When he coughed one, his squire gave him a sticky laugh.

"Isn't this the son of the Din family?

I didn't expect to get along with such civilians. The vessel was found out. "

"What are you talking about, old man?

I'm Edgar's nephew. Call me Alan Poe. "

I don't want to find out in this place.

Let's cut through Shira.

It's pointless for the squire, but it would also work a little better for the audience.

"Then let's do that.

Don't hesitate to interrupt the enforcement of sanctions. "

A squire with a frigid laugh.

But we're going back to Stasta and the aristocracy.

Are you going to put a report in Durf?

Nothing. I didn't do anything to put you at a disadvantage.

You can throw it away.

With that in mind, a squire whispered coldly to a private soldier.

"- Ignore it and kill it. You can get involved if you want to stop it."

"This is the King's Capital, but you don't mind?

"The king won't be involved in anything near the northern aristocratic district either.

Stimulate this place, and you'll buy an old high-ranking aristocrat's misfortune. "

"... Shit, I know"

A private soldier who receives a voice tightens his expression.

There are five soldiers who seem to be used to fighting.

Probably all mercenaries.

After the squire walks away, he approaches us silently.

"Get out of there. I'll kill you."

"Try it. I don't give in to power."

When Edgar sticks up, the soldiers look unpleasant.

I laid eyes on the private soldier behind me and pulled out my sword.

"Resistance confirmed. Eliminate it."

"Well, then it's from you."

That's what I said, Edgar moved.

Kick the ground with a pair of shoes.

Then a sword popped out of his hem in recoil.

A scepter?

Suddenly he took out his weapon, so the private soldier waves up his sword in a hurry.

But the reaction is slow.

Edgar puts his face closer to the sword and squeals something.

Very quick, suspicious to hear.

"Blasting flaming sword, piercing into the sky.

Burning Crimson Wedge - "Enchanted Fire" "

At that moment, Edgar's sword burst into abundance.

In proportion, Edgar's eyes also open his pupils.

Dog teeth pop out of his mouth, giving him the impression of a rabid dog.

"Let's go...... haaaaaaaaaa!

A flash that sweeps away.

The face of the soldier who was about to wave down his sword draws.

There was a hell of a blast, and the armor of a private soldier exploded.

Causes a detonation whenever a sword tip plunders from it.

"... ahhh"

A falling soldier.

Black smoke is rising from the body.

He doesn't seem to have killed him, but he doesn't even move with Pickle.

"... that's horrible. Hey."

Edgar was already running, even as I spoke on his back.

Slash and lay down the warrior under one sword.

"Co, you bastard!

Other soldiers kick in from behind.

Edgar, who inevitably fell ill.

A private soldier trying to put a chase in there.

The sword pours down on Edgar's head.

At that moment, Edgar showed explosive propulsion.

Hit enemies from body to body and force them to cancel the attack.

"Gu...... temee. Give me a bad lift."

A private soldier trying to wake up his body.

But a spike hit the abdomen directly.

The tip of the sword explodes, causing massive lacerations.

"Guhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Don't bug. Shut up."

Turn a cold gaze against the screaming soldier.

Edgar no longer looks more like a villain.

Looks like when the sword is on fire, it switches on.

My voice is lower than it was earlier.

Let's call it Mercenary Mode.

Two remaining private soldiers were attacked by Edgar in a corrugated attack.

Strong collaboration, struggling to break it down.

But Edgar waves a fast-shaking pattern.

Then one soldier warped his face.

Edgar couldn't have missed that - releasing a fierce lateral flash.

"... but ha"

It explodes near its orbit and becomes incapable of combat in an instant.

But since I was forced to interrupt the corrugated attack, a gap still arises.

The remaining private soldiers shook up the sword.

From there, Edgar is inevitable, too.

I have no choice. Do you want to hang out with me when I get here?

"Lightning Flaming Demon Light Bullet, Strike Through Enemy -" Gunfire "Heh!

A speeding flamebullet strikes a soldier.

Intense mass hits the side head directly, shaking the sight of the soldier.

But there's still mercenaries.

Get back on your feet, and you'll stare at me.

"This... kid!

He's been waving up his sword and trying to slap me.

But I shouldn't have behaved that way.

A painful flash strikes the back of a private soldier.

The explosion sounded, and the soldier's body danced through the universe.

Now all five of them are incapable of fighting?

"... Phew, I knew you weren't back. Difficult to adjust fires and subtractions"

Scratching his head, Edgar nostalgic for his burnt sword.

I knew you weren't lying about being a mercenary.

I don't even suspect it.

Perhaps he's a purely good guy around helping a woman in distress.

"Yes, scatter and scatter. Disruption of business.

Drop some money. We'll collect it. "

Foreword withdrawn.

It was just Zenigeva.

Straw scattered crowds.

Then a woman with a boy came to thank me.

"Thank you so much!

"No, I didn't do anything. It was this guy who was in trouble."

"You would have hit the ball of flame, too. Don't buckle."

Oh? Are you willing to throw the blame at me?

But sweet, I'll never admit it.

A woman who keeps her head down against us for nothing.

Well, there didn't seem to be any injuries. Above all.

Peaceful. Safe is best. I knew it.

"Um... what's your name"

"I'm Edgar."

"I'm Alan Poe."

"Together."

"Cereal crushing"

"You, you."

Edgar poked me a little.

I was just being honest with you by name.

The woman was just laughing at the couscous.

This place would have been smart if I'd answered "reasoning novelist."

Time does not return.

Drop off the boys and the women, and we'll go inside the store.

The fallen private soldier, by the way, was dragged away by a small servant who came out of the aristocratic district.

Let me take the trouble. It would also be a pain in the ass to use the small room.

Edgar, who entered the store, sighed when he saw the broken window.

"Uh already. I'll fix this..."

"That was awesome, that sword move earlier"

"That's our line.

I've never seen a guy make such flaming balls that year.

Was it true to say prodigy? "

A prodigy.

Glad to hear it, but that's a title that doesn't suit me.

Prodigies, when they grow up, are just people.

With that said, you've been called a child emperor in your previous life.

Prodigies and child emperors.

Similar characters, why does it mean so much different?

That's discrimination. Shit.

"You can do magic to your sword.

Wouldn't Walkins be able to do that?

"What are you talking about?

My sword looks like Mr. Walkins.

Ten years ago, this is how we defeated the enemy magicians and soldiers. "

Walkins scared. This is the main house.

I knew it would be bad if I pissed her off when I was bringing her a sword.

"And the big rock was bursting in one swing."

"Isn't that human anymore?

Walkins, where the inhuman theory came from, I saw the sun.

The sunset is near.

I was bored, but you made it to shopping.

"Well, I'm going home now.

If there's anything I can do for you, I'll be fine then. "

"Absolutely. You can do the job of roasting that pig lord round.

I'll give you a special free contract. "

"Uhm. That's what I'm talking about"

Say goodbye softly and return to the mansion.

Is this about the time you can play?

From now on, it's an aristocratic muddle that you can't do with sanity.

Let me do what I can.

Specifically, yeah.

What about the escort of my father (Shadyberga)?