Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

Enicide at night is still wrapped up in the vale of darkness, just as it was then when he got out of the carriage today.

Is it because two people are fatigued that the lights in the house that are bumpy and sparsely lit seem darker than yesterday?

The sound of kicking dry sand in the quiet streets of one carefree.

The footsteps are heavy, but if you still think you'll reach the inn in a little while, your willingness to move forward will not shrivel.

Turning around the last corner, I finally see the inn that I can't even say is beautiful in flattery.

When I think of her face waiting for me to return, a grin comes to Flam's mouth.

Stude's house next to it - there's no light on.

Is he asleep already?

No, wouldn't it just be too soon to do that, it would be more natural to think of it as being on the go?

Flam stopped on his feet as he tried to pass in front of that dark building.

Having taken a step forward unaware, Sarah looks back and sees her suddenly immobilized.

"What's going on?

Flam stared at the front door of the house with a dead look as he turned his giggles and neck like a brisket doll.

As it was, I blued my complexion.

A house without lights.

Unlocked, half-open front door.

Beyond the window, over the curtains of the lace, a table with glasses that remain fallen.

Flam performs logic validation in the brain.

Dayne's men used magic to trap the two men in a cave.

They had heard from the old lady at the store in advance, and they should have known that was the cave where the monster appeared and where no one had returned.

I mean, Fram and Saila are already dead. Naturally, that's what I assumed.

Then what will the men who are in a good mood and return to Enicide do?

Flam walks over to Stude's house fluttering and guided by a slightly scented smell of blood.

They call themselves adventurers, but they are nothing but a bunch of rogues.

You can do whatever you want in the West End because Dayne has the power as an A-rank adventurer and is still adhering to the Alliance.

Like I stole Leach's bag, I'll steal it, I'll do it fine.

If it's a country town without the eyes of a church knight or guard, you'll be fine there.

I put my hand on the door and opened it.

The smell of iron is stronger, like sniffing.

I searched by hand for a light switch, let the magic flow, and lit it.

No, it's a prelude to burglary, something dirtier has come.

Fraud, assault, or murder, too.

To some extent, Dayne would have been able to wipe it out.

Even so, this time - only for stealing Leach's bag, there was no room to even do the work, and a fellow was captured by the Church Knight.

What did they think of this?

As he stepped out of the front door with his earthfoot, the girdle and wooden floor snapped.

Enter the room where the table was located, which looked like a window from the outside.

There were signs of vandalism everywhere.

Also, there was rubbed blood on the floor - probably someone crawled with blood on it - starting with a chair and stretching just towards the entrance and exit of the room where the flam was standing.

Follow it with your gaze.

The red dogma continues to the back of the hallway, as it leads her.

This punishment is irrational.

He was tried for a crime that should not have been tried, such as burglary.

Then, if you have a companion captured for unwarranted sin, you must retaliate.

Because of that thought, they trapped the flams in the cave and tried to kill them.

Gishi, Gishi, and I walked down the hallway, and it was the bedroom that I reached.

The flam opens the door, fearful, half-opened again.

Giggly - a rusty hinge (tinkled) shook and rang.

But I'm not tired enough of it to the point of death.

Because for them, such as murder, it's only a sin to the extent that it can be wiped out.

To the extent that I killed (...), there's no way it's going to be great.

So, you're dead, and you take everything but your life.

Involve just a little bit, even really just that many people.

This concludes the elucidation of thought logic.

All you have to do is overlap with the scene that spreads in front of you and match your answers.

After all (...).

Identification (...).

On the bed, a fat man was decapitated and dead.

It is the wreckage of Stude, the Lord of the Inn.

No sin whatsoever, just the ordinary citizens who lived peacefully in the countryside, who just stayed with the Flams.

That's just, to the righteousness of desire, killing me just for wanting money.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

I have self-blame for getting involved, but more black emotions than that.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

Forgive me, will it be?

I can spit out emotions and yell.

Raging and mad at evil.

But what lies at its root is not “justice”.

It is a terribly egoistic, too distorted “dependence” to call affection.

In other words, not against the corpse, but against the nasty tragedy that is going to happen, or is currently happening in the progression system - anger.

Flam left himself to the exploding emotions, forgetting his tiredness and jumping out of Stude's house at full speed.

"Oh hey!?

Leaving the confused saira behind, he rushes into the inn.

Those guys, those guys, they're -- I'm sure they're not saying it's enough.

Kick the ground hard enough for the floorboards to fall out, dang dang dang dang! and walks with a slap on the soles of his feet.

Anyway, forward, forward, forward! Moments, moments, inches. Fast!

They'll notice with this sound, she'll notice too.

But is it okay?

If you want to run, try to run, if you want to resist, either way, no matter what happens, whether you sit down or pack your fingers, peel off your face and confess to God - something you forgive.

Flam reaches in front of Milkit's waiting room.

She was being pushed down with her clothes torn on the bed and her clear white skin exposed to her chest.

There are two men.

Naked on the upper body, they were where one side blocked Milkit's mouth with his hand and his tongue was stretched out around his neck.

On the other hand, he reaches for Chuck in his pants with a nasty look.

While in that state, time only stopped for a moment.

Four gaze intertwined.

"Your husband. Well... Huh!

In a fine voice, as saved, Milkit called Flam.

Called, she leans down, holds her fist and feeds her nails into the palm of her hand, eating her teeth hard enough to crush them.

Until then.

Conquer the weak and behave unilaterally.

If you mean you can only fulfill it by masturbating below the beast involving others like that - as you wish.

"... end it"

I throw up in a voice without temperature so much that I don't think it belongs to me.

Kick the floor with your right foot, one or two steps.

Approaching a man in a moment, he drops his hips low and pulls a soul-eating knife out of subspace.

The sword, shaken away like an abode, with its sharp cleavage, doubled its torso up and down with almost no sound.

A trace amount of blood sticks from the shaken blade and splashes (shines) on the face of the other man.

"I can't believe you're back, listen."

He was a stunning man, but he never ran out of those words to the end.

Your body slips off as you slip (...) and your torso, diagonally turned down from your hips to your armpits, slips off.

The man, who fell to the ground and hit him hard in the head, opened and closed his mouth with a puckering, voiceless voice.

But it's also just a matter of time before blood can be lost from the brain.

Immediately stop moving and lose your life.

Slightly late, the lower body, which literally lost its half body, fell back.

The precipitated liquid, not even knowing whether it was body fluids or organs from the cutting surface, rose to zero.

"Ugh..."

One more survivor.

As he wiped the liquid attached to his face, he looked at his red-dyed hands and shouted.

"Wow, ahhh!

And out to roll out the window.

The man disappears into darkness, losing balance over and over again on his legs.

"Hey, what's wrong with you all of a sudden you look amazing..."

Saila, who had been chasing me since then, froze when she saw the tragedy in the room.

There's a man's body rolling in the room where Milkit was supposed to be waiting.

It's natural to be stunned.

"Huh? Why do people die...?

I don't have time to explain to her.

"Milkit, wait a minute."

When Fram told her so one word, she went out the window.

"... ah"

The gentle voice of the Lord.

But Milkit, who saw a blazing intent to kill in Flam's eyes, couldn't stop her.

◇ ◇ ◇

Outside, Flam looks for a man shaking his head from left to right.

"... was there"

His appearance has not melted into the dark.

It's hard to see, but it's still a visual distance to the naked eye.

Discovering the subject to kill, Flam ran to mutilate the night with a soul eater in one hand.

A man would be a D-rank or C-rank adventurer at best.

After all, it's not a status you can get away from the flam right now.

Hearing the approaching footsteps, the man turned around and distorted his face to fear when he saw the flam packing the distance as he glanced.

"Wow! Damn, I thought it was an easy job to finish! Even I got the money and I was supposed to be able to play for a while when I got back to Wang Du. No!

To whom is the voice of resentment directed?

If you resent me, you should resent yourself for having sinned.

"I don't even have to greed him for wanting to have a disgusting woman, he was so out of work!

"What? Is it also a will?

Out of the darkness, the face of the flam emerges all the time.

"Hih no!

If you notice, she was side-by-side with a man.

The great sword that killed my people entered my sight, and it seemed as if I was threatening myself "you can kill me at any time”.

Deciding it was no longer possible to escape, the man stops on the spot and begs for his life unnecessarily.

"Please, just wait to kill me! Not me. Not me. That's him, the one who just died, started talking about stealing and committing that creepy slave!

Rub your forehead quickly onto the ground with the movement you are used to.

With his heart cooling eyes, Flam looked down at him.

"I'm not bad! I didn't do enough to get you killed!

Did he think that the word meant anything?

Flam silently raised his soul-eater high.

Swing it down, and that's it.

The black blade is consumed by the darkness, and you can't see from the man how long it is and when it will strike.

That was unnecessarily, growing fear of death.

"Hey, wait!

On a scene where the sword was still about to be waved down, Saila, who had been following me later, stopped the flam.

Killing is a sin.

Even if it's not Originism, it's universal reason.

Stopping it was a natural course of action for Saila, who believed in people's good intentions.

"I can't pay for my sins if I die! He deserves a better punishment!

"Saila..."

I guess what she's saying is true.

The punishment for murder is not necessarily capital punishment.

Besides, some sinners who have finished a long punishment reflect on it and live it seriously.

But, no doubt, there are people who don't.

"Heh... heh... ha ha ha ha ha ha!

The man winged the flam with his back turned and stuck a dagger knife around his neck.

Where did the frightening look earlier go, hoisting your mouth and making your vulgar grin look like Sarah.

"Ugh, dude! Hey, thanks for the lady there! I didn't think I could do it anymore, but I loved you so much, I didn't throw it away in the world!

I took advantage.

As soon as I'm so sure, the man starts to take a cross attitude.

"Ah......" Fram said to Saila, who loses her word.

"Hey, Saila."

"Hey, don't talk to me all of a sudden. Shut up. You know where you stand right now?

He was an awesome man to the best of his abilities, but the flam was still frightening.

What floats behind her brain was the figure of Gene, who sold herself off, or any slave trader.

Some human beings do not feel any, conscientious blame for depriving others of their dignity.

Flam thinks.

It would be a shame to share Saila's love for such a human being.

"I've said this before, but not in the world."

"Anytime I can kill you, no, I'll kill you. Before that, I heard an unusual begging for my life."

The man pushes the dagger even harder.

On the neck of the flam, a thin, red line floats.

Still, she didn't move one expression.

"I don't reflect, I don't learn, some scum is better off dead"

He spoke so gently to Saila that he let himself eat his neck into the knife.

Gizzard blades tear and bury the girl's smooth skin.

From the open wound, a large amount of blood overflowed, along with the sound of water and gas.

"Become...!?

The man is stunned and accidentally takes his hands off the knife.

Flam reached for his neck as he fell to the front and threw it down to the ground where he had pulled it out.

And as I dyed my neck crimson, I turned around, flashing my soul eater.

All I'm saying is retaliation, flying a man's neck.

Fong!

Fram barely felt the feeling of tearing the flesh and breaking the bones.

His head, dancing in the night sky as he rotated, is thrown over the sand by drawing parabolas.

The lost body of the command tower presents a show that bleeds like a fountain from the neck.

But I perceived that the audience was not interested in anyone, and a few seconds later, as I had finished the role, I fell throbbing.

Flam turned his soul eater into a particle when he paid for the oil and blood attached to the blade in one swing.

Then pass next to Saila and return to Milkit's waiting inn.

At that different moment, Flam put his hand on Saila's head and said:

"I'm sorry, Saila. At least I think this is the right thing to do."

Originally, that's not who she was.

Such a person has become (...).

It is a conclusion drawn after repeated betrayal and malice.

"Hey..."

Sarah's voice is weak.

I feel like Fram, who should have been close by now, has gone a long way.

Back to the inn. Her hindsight leaves.

Saila couldn't go after it, and often stood up under the night sky.

◇ ◇ ◇

Back in the room, the smell of uncomfortable death is full.

In it, Milkit was sitting on the bed and shrunk to cover her chest with torn clothes.

My chest hurts just watching.

Flam approached the mill kit and put his hand on his cheek.

To the warmth she feels over the bandage, she opens her mouth with a dark look.

"I tore the clothes you bought because of me"

The first word I heard from Milkit after reuniting was that.

"I'm sorry, sir"

It was easier to be blamed for “wanting you to come and help me sooner”.

Even if she understands it's impossible to want it from Milkit, it's pretty easy for her to apologize.

Flam looked down and shook his head sideways many times.

Lips tremble, hot stuff creeping up from your chest, eyes moisturizing.

"You don't have to apologize for that... eh"

"That's not how it works. Because it's the first time your husband gave it to you, it's important."

"No, it's not! I'm telling you to take care of your body more! Holy shit! Why are you the first to wear clothes!? Not at all, but the most important thing... there's something else...

Flam, clung to the mill kit, buried her face in her chest and held her body tight.

I have a temperature.

There's blood, my heart's moving - I'm alive.

If the arrival of the flam was delayed a little longer, I would be nauseated to think that it had been lost after being defiled.

"Master, are you crying?

I said to the Lord shaking my shoulders.

"Eh... I'm crying. Funny, disgusted by my incompetence adding and subtracting... crying"

My voice is shaking, too.

Milkit wanted to do something about such a flam.

But I didn't know what to do, and I moved my hand to hold it back - confused by the urge, I looked at my palm.

With that said, even while the men were attacking me, there were feelings in me that didn't seem to belong to me.

My body is worthless.

Milkit, who has so far been said to several lords, has assumed so as he is told.

But not now.

The Lord now - Flam tells her to take care of her own body.

As always, I don't think Milkit is worth anything to my body.

But if Fram is saddened by the scratches on this body, I think it's very sad.

Imagine your heart hurting so much that something loose in your eyes.

"Mill kit......"

Flam with bright red eyes looks up and stares at Milkit again.

"Oh... look, what, with that said, I knew... you were scared, weren't you?

"Are you scared?"

"Because my eyes are moist. I'm about to cry. Isn't that what this is about?

At the end of Flam's gaze, his eyes shake as beautiful and clear as gems.

I don't know if that's fear at all, but, sure, there must have been some emotional distraction.

Otherwise, no tears will come up.

Milkit puts his hands on his eyes, and when he makes sure his touched fingertips feel damp, he makes words of what he feels, as he feels.

"When it comes to slavery, it's too shallow to wish your husband to help you. But I don't know if it's the result of feeling scared... but I used to imagine if your husband would come and help me when I was being attacked."

I'm not expecting it.

It's just a dreamy, disgusting delusion.

"I don't want to grieve your husband. I'm sure your husband will be sad if I hurt him, so he wants you to come and help him...... Oh, that's a contradiction, I'm sorry."

"Still. If Milkit's gonna take care of himself, that's fine! Yeah, but I didn't make it. I couldn't protect Milkit..."

"That's not true. Your husband definitely saved me. Instead, I'm the worst at failing to protect these clothes."

"... that's it again. Ha... Ooh!

Flam pushed down on the bed holding onto Milkit, who cared all about his clothes without punishment.

Then he touches his cheeks and cheeks and speaks to her ears.

"When you get back to Wang Du, go get clothes, buy clothes? I don't care if it's more expensive, right?

"No, it's a waste."

"Then you can fix your current clothes. I'll buy a lot, and I'll put a lot on it. Then you'll see, won't you? He said it wasn't clothes that mattered, it was Milkit himself!

"... I don't know"

"Still. Then I'll spoil you to death about the mill kit until I know. I'm gonna make you happy to death.

With that said, Fram buried his face in the bed and cried woefully.

My head was so messed up that I didn't even know why I was so sad.

Exactly. I can tell Milkit that this is the tear shed for me.

But I still don't know what to do.

That someone will cry for themselves.

That someone wants to make themselves happy.

The experience given to the Lord is full of everything for the first time.

I can't find the answer.

But she chose (...) what she thought was right, of her own free will... besides and modestly turned her arms around Flam's back.

I didn't know what that act, or the impulse, meant.

My chest is warm, that was the only sure fact.