Din no Monshou

Edgar came in on the back road of Central Street.

Unlike the boulevard I was on earlier, the number of people is sparse.

Besides, isn't the sunlight plugged in?

It has a dark, creepy atmosphere.

The shops lined up and suspicious buyers wandered around.

All the stuff you keep there, it's illegal.

Poison bags cut out of demons.

Accessories stripped from the traveler who went and fell.

It was full of pieces with various penetrations.

"That's a pretty nice place."

"Right? It's a great place to get jittery and do bad things -

It'd be great if you didn't have mushrooms. "

"Are you okay with me walking?

"Hmm, I guess it's okay.

Besides, there are shops here that target nobles.

You know, dealing with poisons and stuff. "

Oh, that's familiar.

That's what I've just survived in mercenaries.

I didn't know he could lead us through such dark areas.

Besides, I didn't know there was a place like this in Wang Du.

It is horrible that such an exclusive place is not so far from the main street.

"It's not safe here. Don't leave me."

Edgar to say something reliable.

It would be the coolest thing if it wasn't even a thousand feet.

Can't you get some smarter kicks out of it?

"Is the villa on this street?"

"You'll get robbed if you stay in a place like this.

When I woke up, the whole thing was done. - Oh, my God. "

"Indeed."

You look good, so you're about to get attacked first.

Is the destination further moved from here?

Around the neighborhood where we went down a nasty road and even had fewer shops.

So Edgar entered the alley.

Rats pop up, like running away from Edgar's boots.

This is not a clean environment to flatter.

If you go down the alley, you hit a crossroads.

Turn left there and take a few more different paths.

At the end of the line, Edgar lit a fire.

I guess it's just too dark to see.

"... erm, definitely around here"

Edgar strokes the stone ground.

Then I found the big boulder that popped up.

When I compressed it, it sank in with the sound of saying gacon.

Edgar further stuck his arm in there and pulled the pick in the back.

"Oh, man."

Then some of the ground came to life.

I feel the wind, so they have an underground.

It must be a hidden passage with a large stone slab.

Edgar put me in the lead where people were big enough to get through.

"It's been a long time since I've been here. Since the Noble Civil Unrest nine years ago."

"Noble Civil Unrest,"

Speaking of which, nine years ago in the Wang capital, the aristocratic towns of the north and the aristocratic towns of the south came into conflict -

I've heard stories about it.

He said the king ended up in arbitration along the way, but many private soldiers and guards were killed and injured.

Was it a case that strangely ended with overlapping cover-ups between nobles and remained riddled with mysteries?

At the time, they only entered the Din family for ex-post reports.

That's an unfriendly information network for borderline aristocrats.

I realize that people with weak information are born in places like this.

"This is where we used to hide.

I was a mercenary in the southern aristocracy. "

"Really?"

"It's fine here.

If we bring back the enemy, we can torture him, and most importantly, we have no witnesses. "

Don't say ominous things.

Now your face has a pretty strong shadow.

You just look like a villain.

Although the negative point is that my cheeks are dyed red with alcohol.

Because of that, I just look like villain b no matter how much I buy it up.

Well, I guess it's because you don't look like a bad guy.

Shut up and be sober, even though you can't even look like a princess if you're wearing a dress.

How can it be such an unfortunate attraction?

That's a mystery comparable to the Seven Wonders of the World.

Down came the dim basement.

The sticky air strokes my cheeks.

When I went inside, it was strangely warm.

with a unique smell that swirls inside,

It is well understood that this place has not been used for many years.

But it's also strange that the temperature is so high inside this far.

Does it also provide cold protection?

Edgar, who leads the way, touches something with a strange face.

"Here's some booze..."

"It's just booze or you."

Suddenly Edgar started rolling the barrel.

It is no longer a matter of liquor.

You're drunk, but you're still drinking.

Very small rooms, but plenty of stockpiles.

There were also quite a few preserved foods in the basement.

But you're okay with eating a preservative from ten years ago?

"Wow... there's mold growing in the dry bread.

The whole fried meat you put down ten years ago is like a demon. "

"You can't."

Isn't alcohol the only thing that's still okay after all?

It's the earliest cooker I've left in here for six months.

The more we fish, the scarier things are going to come out.

When I'm laughing,

Edgar has changed his voice and spoken.

"Well, this isn't what the real purpose is. You know what I mean, Regis?

"Absolutely. I really noticed in the city..."

Looks like you hung a fishing needle beautifully.

Edgar's drunken act worked.

So much so that I was worried that it was too real and that I was really drunk.

But I guess that's why the enemy thought it was easy to aim for, too.

Me and Edgar turned around at the same time.

In a thin room, the footsteps sound.

For three.

I turned off detective magic and put my hand on a knife on my hip.

Full of intense intent to kill.

"You're here. Assassin of Horgos."

Edgar steps forward and points near the entrance.

Then a long-sleeved man walked out the back.

From around the magic store trail, he's the one who's been following me.

The man is inorganic and stuttering, wielding intense killing intentions.

"... kill"

That's a nasty voice.

He exposes only around his eyes and covers his face with a completely black cloth.

I was a little excited about whether I even put in bowl gold around my forehead.

He holds a disastrous machete in his hands and exhales in cold breath.

"Are you the one who did my shop?

"... right. But I don't talk much.

Taste the eternal death while you remain a mystery. "

"... oh. You, the Stalin brothers.

I thought it was someone, but I identified it in that tone and in person. "

"The Stalin brothers?

I wonder what. I've never heard of it before.

But Edgar seems pretty familiar with it, and he comes to me with an explanation.

"He's a mercenary with roots in the king's capital.

No, you're not. One of the mercenaries only works in the assassination of dignitaries, master of assassinations. "

You're an assassination expert.

"We're supposed to be acting in pairs.

Is it different from the information I have?

…………

"I see, I don't want to answer that.

My gut tells me the other one's on a different mission. "

It doesn't give me much information.

Of course.

This man - Stalin came here probably for two reasons.

One is retaliation against Edgar for shaming the Horgos clan near the northern aristocratic district.

And the other is my assassination, the real son of the Din family, I guess.

Horgos seems to like to crush him thoroughly if he gets licked.

It's a really small idea.

"... don't talk in silence. Adults, die."

Stalin taking steps with flutter and flutter.

Place the two machetes overhead.

And when I exhaled one, he was walking toward me.

"Oops. I'll handle the sword."

Edgar walked out and pressed the momentum with his planting wand.

A fierce impulse occurs.

The blade of the sword spilled and an unpleasant sound echoed.

"... you know. Famous for fleeing immediately,

"Hidden Edgar". The arms of the sword are surely lower than mine "

"I know, I know. That's not true. But I'm a former mercenary.

I ask you one thing, the only strength of a mercenary is sword and magic?

Edgar asks provocatively.

Then Stalin answered slowly.

"... right. Other than that, no."

"- You, you're third class.

Mercenaries take care of local interests and collaboration. Like this. "

Edgar will look at me.

All right, let me get to the street where I'm supposed to.

I use the magic I've been chanting about.

With this one word, it should be activated by now.

In fact, this magic is relatively difficult to acquire.

I've been training since I was about four years old, but it didn't really work.

But you can do it now. I have to.

"A tough, upbeat flaming English spirit.

Protect yourself from evil flames - "Fireshell"!

Severe headaches strike me.

Ouch, my head is going to crack.

But it's okay.

This amount of pain, let it stand out -!

Permeate me with magic and throw it at Edgar at the same time.

Then, a flaming membrane formed in his body, wrapped in comfortable signs.

[Fireshell]

All right, it's a difficult category among flaming magic.

Have you succeeded in your training?

This invalidates and mitigates flame magic.

Stalin, who saw my magic, frowned.

"... I don't use flaming magic. It's futile."

"Nobody said you'd use it. Do it, Regis!

"Oops!

The magic is still there.

I slept well enough.

In this small room, this positional relationship.

It's the only time.

I'll start the chant.

Edgar waved his sword arm to draw attention.

At the same time, shout out to provoke.

"I wonder what would happen if we used flame range magic in such a narrow place!

"... is that what you're after? Then here's your hand, too."

Sewing between fierce swords, Stalin stepped back.

I was afraid you were going to run away.

Quite the opposite.

With a two-handed sword, he performed a super-fast chant.

"Mad confusion and a flash of prison feast.

Black Ugly God in Two Swords - "Chaos Strouk"...... "

At that moment, Stalin's sword blew.

All kinds of hot air, standing up like hot air.

The colors that crossed black and purple were ominous everywhere.

"... die, mercenary"

And wave your hands around like a mess.

Sometimes the sword flashes that look slow and sometimes super fast.

And suddenly I can't see it, and I can't read the sword blade at all.

"... Gu"

Sweat floats on Edgar's forehead.

I guess it was magic I'd never seen before.

For a moment Edgar turned his foot to the exit.

But when I saw my face, I laughed like I remembered something.

"I'm not running, I am.

Besides, if you're gonna die, you're gonna have to take the road too. Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Edgar goes in like he's ready.

In contrast, Stalin slowly shifted the timing of the sword.

Edgar's blow around the sky.

And there's a fatal attack on Edgar's neck, wielding a thick death...

"-" Cross Blast "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

My screams echo.

I couldn't make it with just chanting anymore.

In a flash of delay, Edgar dies.

The result was an omission of the chant of the spell.

Extremely difficult moves.

But here I am, and I succeeded in singing.

The whole room burns up.

The fire covered the ceiling, and broke in between them.

"... chip"

Stalin, who was about to put a blow in, jumped back in response to the heat.

He's got no fire magic protection whatsoever.

The whole thing is burnt for sure.

The prison flames that ravage this space ignite zero liquor, rampant and crazy everywhere.

I didn't happen to jump out to the entrance, Stalin.

I guess I stepped on it that the assassination couldn't continue.

"How about that! You wanna hang out with me a little bit more here?

"... refrain, keep it. Farewell."

With that said, Stalin swung out to the entrance to the room.

Fire around your body and accelerate at once.

"Wait!"

My words were vain, too, and Stalin pushed the entrance open and left.

All that's left is Edgar in the middle of the room and me.

Edgar thought he was dead.

Put your hands on your neck and be surprised to be alive.

"... what. Are you alive?"

He tasted considerable fear, and his hands were still shaking.

Edgar turned to me, so I prompted him to get out with my eyes open.

No matter how much fire magic you say you're mitigating, hot stuff is hot.

Besides, if it expires, it's a fire dynama in an instant.

The two of us ran up the stairs like tripods and managed to escape outside.

◆ ◆ ◆

Wet smell.

But it does feel like it's touching the outside air.

In the alley.

Me and Edgar managed to climb up and put the stone in its original position.

"Damn, you're using strange enchant magic.

If Regis hadn't helped me, he'd be dead. "

But if it were to come out to a duel, it would be that guy.

If you have that much power, you have no hands to not use.

Looks like Horgos hired a hell of a mercenary.

We need to get back and pass on the information as soon as possible.

Though Walkins is in the mansion, I've never been cautious.

"Edgar, I'm going to..."

"Ahhh!

Edgar shouted and screwed up my nose.

What, all of a sudden? Are you going to let go of the phthaenokiwami?

No, wait, you seem to be able to hit me unexpectedly, this guy.

I'm not a regular person.

Even the Gatochu Zero style is extremely true.

Kuwabara Kuwabara.

"So, what's going on?"

"I forgot I left the liquor at the entrance!

I'm gonna rip the stone off one more time, so help me. "

"... do it alone. Swallow it."

When I pushed him away, Edgar moistened his eyes and asked for help.

I wonder what it is. If you look at that, your chest hurts.

I had no choice, so I managed to lift the stone.

"Thanks. Don't drink with me later"

"I told you I was seven."

"No, it's my first ear. That's a lot sooner that year."

"That... Didn't I tell you"

"No, I heard, but maybe he got drunk and forgot"

"Stop drinking already. You are."

He was a mercenary who didn't get too tight.

You said something before. This.

That's not why I'm doing this.

I need to tell him about Stalin soon.

"I'm going home once. You be careful, too."

"Hey, wait a minute. Thanks for taking the booze out."

With that said, Edgar suddenly stuck his hand in his chest.

Lightly decorated part inside the cape.

It's pretty fancy because it's wandering around there.

Is it after me?

Edgar smiles confidently.

"They were pushing me earlier.

I can't beat it for free either.

I had a hard time, but I got this. "

That's what Edgar took out, a piece of paper.

It was a strange piece of paper that was grayed.

When I go on a parade tour, I can almost fall asleep.

"What is this? You didn't write anything, did you?

"Phew, I managed to take it away during the fight."

"That's amazing. I can do that a lot in there......

What are you gonna do, steal this kind of paper? "

I don't think it will help with the receipt I picked up.

But Edgar explains as he rubs the paper.

"It's the magic of bandits.

If you can use magic when making it, you can bring up letters later.

It has nothing to do with distance, so it's used as a circular or a transmission. "

I see, it's something convenient inside.

But you don't normally notice this.

It's just paper clean if you don't know.

"Even if nobles and civilians can fool me, I can't fool them.

I felt like losing because of my strength. "

Edgar laughs happily.

I'm good at it, but it doesn't say anything on this paper.

Ignoring my half-eye, Edgar makes his chest accentuate and boast.

... That's big.

It's as bad as Walkins'.

I mean, seriously. What are we going to do with stealing blank paper?

"Didn't I take this from you that you haven't written yet?

"No, I'm not. We can erase the letters later, if it's convenient."

"Well, isn't it useless either way to get it?

"That's my enemy magic there.

I look like this, and I can use the magic of bandits. Surprised!

No, you're not surprised.

Somehow, you do stealing and stuff.

There's no evidence to doubt it.

I admit it's cute, but it's going to hurt when I get close.

"So if you use that magic, you can read letters?

"Exactly. The enemy's classified information is leaking."

Heh, and he's laughing uncomfortably.

You remember the magic you can count on.

I may have reviewed it a little.

I wish I hadn't held the bottle in my right hand.

"A small work of magic locks applied to his body.

- "Trick Destroy" before my judgment. "

Then the overflowing magic covered the paper.

A sacred magic flashes a hidden starch.

After a while, the letters that were once written come to mind.

It hasn't seemed that long since I wrote it.

"I'm out. Uh, what?

"... this. Give me a break!"

When I grabbed a piece of paper from Edgar, I swallowed it.

It's hard to read, but I can tell.

And the moment I saw the letters on it, my spine froze.

"The planting is over. Din family owner. To Death '

Honestly, I don't know what that means.

However, if you take the written text as it stands, it will be a circumstance.

Din, head of the house, to death.

Without a doubt, a group of Horgos are after Shadyberga's life.

That guy named Stalin, he's a brother and he's moving, Edgar said.

I mean, are you after Shadyberga, your other brother or your brother?

I guess one of them is on their way to raid.

But honestly, I don't think Walkins will lose.

No matter how cunning and mighty the enemy may be,

I can't even see the dust in her vision of defeat.

Even so. What is this heartbeat?

Transfer your gaze to the front of the paper.

The planting is over.

Here it is.

This is what's caught in the back of my brain.

As long as Walkins is at the Mansion, you don't have to worry about Shadyberga.

But if, for any reason, Walkins isn't in the mansion...

... will have to be sure.

Even if it is somewhat unscrupulous.

"Hey, it's a distance from here to the aristocratic neighborhood to the south -"

"Hmm?"

"Do you get the mega telepath?

To my question, for a moment Edgar clogs his voice.

But he answered honestly, adding that it was an emergency.

"I don't remember, and I've never used it, so I don't know the details.

Probably will arrive.

But it will consume more magic in proportion to the distance, so definitely stop - "

"... 'Magic Expansion'"

"Oh, hey!?

Raise your voice like Edgar was surprised.

But ignoring it, he started chanting.

At a distance, it shouldn't even arrive.

It's about a fifteen-minute walk from here to the southern aristocratic quarter.

If we were forced to connect the circuit, we would be able to activate it.

The recoil will be immeasurable, though.

But not if you care about that now.

I chanted without hesitation the mega telepath, the superior magic.

"From us, what emerges is the devil's circuit -" Mega Telepath "heh!

The pain of stabbing a needle in the head arrives.

Sharp pain like being rarely stabbed multiple times with an injection needle.

Accurately scratches the pain nerve. Greasy sweat bubbles out and wets my jaw.

But I couldn't beat the pain, and I pictured Walkins in my brain.

We need to connect her and let her know about this crisis.

At that moment...

The magic fogged abruptly.

There's no precursor, just like attributing it to nothing.

"... Huh?

In proportion to the shock, recoil erodes the body.

My heart beat hurts in my ear.

But this heartbeat won't just be due to recoil.

The reaction of Mega Telepath now probably means:

- "At a communicable distance, there are no eligible persons"

At a distance, the circuit should have reached the mansion.

It was challenging without regard for the intense use of magic.

You can't fail first.

That means Walkins is not in the mansion right now.

That's what happens.

"... damn, what's going on"

Try to use the Mega Telepath again.

To connect to Shadyberga.

That guy should be standing by the mansion any minute.

But the remnants of the recoil irritate the concentration and interrupt the second activation.

Same magic - and it was impotent to exude superior magic.

If this happens, I'll have to check with my own eyes.

Really, it's also possible that my mega telepath simply hasn't reached the Mansion.

It's my idea, at best. It doesn't mean a 100% median rate.

But - if Walkins isn't in the mansion, it sucks.

Too few people defend Shadyberga.

"Let's break up here once. Don't catch a cold at night."

"... eh, you're going already?

He asks me with a kyotonic face.

I stare at her face from the front.

I'm sure I look pathetic right now.

Edgar was also targeted.

If it's true, I wanted to drive you to the inn responsibly.

More than that, I wanted to go to the mansion with Edgar if possible.

Of course, in a warrior sense.

In order to protect himself from the assassins, it is the truth that I want you to help me.

But what makes it strong now is cruelty.

Edgar is still exhausted and has physical injuries everywhere.

When I fought an earlier man, I drained my strength.

There's no way he's unharmed, playing all those big stands.

You can't take me to any more dangerous places.

I want you to rest for a while.

"Well, I'll be there"

"Uh... hey, Regis!?

Shake off your voice.

I ran to the southern aristocracy with all the strength I could have.

Now that we can't make sure Shadyberga's safe, we just have to hurry.

Very delicate. My heart is going to explode.

Though I was about to fall, I went back to the mansion.