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

When Flam asked about the lighted house nearby, he asked a woman in her 30s or so who came out for help.

Tell them honestly that Stude was killed, and that the killer has already killed himself, the adventurer, and have them call the vigilante.

She asks the house of a member of the vigilante with Flam in a very hasty manner, where he also repeats the same explanation.

They were half-hearted until they actually saw it too, but you can't believe they just don't believe it when they see Stude's body falling in the bedroom in a vandalized house.

Well, at first, of course, the suspicious eye was directed at the most suspicious flam.

But when the mill kit that gripped the torn clothes and hid the chest appeared there, the air changed.

Flam didn't feel very good about using the mill kit that was damaged, but he just came there and didn't seem to care about it at all, is that at least the salvation?

The suspicion also seemed completely clear when the stolen gold from Stude's house was discovered from the bodies of the amputated men.

Their unbroken bodies were thrown in hemp bags and dumped in the woods.

I don't have the means to judge them for being dead, but I guess the townspeople tried to clear the Usa by treating the wreckage nasty.

Saila looked depressed all the time during the day.

But the next morning, when she was to be entrusted with Stude's funeral, she did her part in a very calm manner.

Focus more on the job than you were entrusted to do.

It would be a craftsmanship that could be done because it is so divisible, Saila.

Honestly, Flam was lost until just before whether he should attend this funeral.

Everyone moaned his death in tears.

But the flam that caused it is more like relieved that Milkit was safe.

"Thin love, I am"

During the funeral, Fram shrugged so that no one could hear him.

It is self-loathing.

Seeing the Lord biting her lips, Milkit, who was next to her, picked the edge of her clothes all the time.

Did you try to comfort me?

When Flam realizes it, he loosens his expression all the time and whispers just a little closer to his face.

"Thanks."

And only intertwined the mill kit and fingertips.

Exactly during the funeral, I can't stand out as holding hands, etc.

But even if that's all, I do feel the temperature.

Milkit was smiling naturally at the warmth of a proper touch.

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The day after the funeral, after noon as planned, the carriage returned to Enicide.

The three flams bid farewell to the people of the town as they load their baggage onto the carrier.

Saila was forced to pay for the funeral, but she still didn't want to take it.

I guess she also has a guilty conscience that she is more or less the perpetrator.

It was ourselves who drew Dayne's men.

If I receive the money now, isn't it a match pump at all?

The fact that the killer is one of the infamous adventurers' men, and that he came to this town after Flam, all tells us about it yesterday.

Still, the people in town didn't blame them.

Whatever, he even thanked the killer for punishing him, and he was sincerely worried about Milkit, who was about to be attacked.

Definitely, gentle people.

The three got in the carriage and left town, thanking such people for the warmth of their hearts.

Saila stared at the view of the town as she narrowed her eyes, with an empty look.

◇ ◇ ◇

Hours after the carriage ran out.

There was no conversation between Flam, Milkit, and Saila.

That was true yesterday as well, especially since Saila seems to have something to think about, all the while thinking about it and not communicating with others.

Flam doesn't feel like looking at her like that, either, and acting cheerful.

The mill kit looks the same as usual, but it was quieter than usual, either in line with the Lord.

Through a dry flat, it leads to the meadows.

A refreshing breeze swept the three cheeks.

Sarah hands up her golden hair that tickles her cheeks.

"... hey, I've been thinking about it."

Looking at the flowing dark green waves, she said.

"After all, I'm not sure. What to believe and what to doubt. Hey, you're not clever, so you want to believe it all when you're going to believe it, and if you doubt it, you're going to doubt it all."

Sarah is only 10 years old.

sorting of good and evil, positive and false trade-off choices.

Because of their young age, they still cannot be switched on a case-by-case basis.

"I think so, so"

Not in a position to say great, but, mocking himself, Fram said.

"But... because of you, hey, it suits your eyes like that..."

"I don't like it when I say about that...... my senses seem paralyzed either. It's like you stabbed yourself, and this is how you live, so don't worry about it."

Fram said, laughing at the pieces.

Some parts I dared say lightly to make it easier for Saila to feel.

In fact, it hurt a lot to have a knife stabbed in my neck, and I still get itchy around the wound when I remember.

Still, I didn't feel like blaming her.

"Besides, I think young people should get lost."

Saila unwittingly blew into the old man's words.

"Oh, my God, you and I, we're only six years apart, right?

"Six years old is a big difference around this age. Listen to your sister very carefully."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense."

Saila tied her lips to the letter to dissatisfied, but the shadow that had covered her expression seemed much faded.

Flam got hurt because of me.

Thanks to her words and smile, that self-blame disappeared.

My worries are endless, but I don't need to be pessimistic, because I still have time to grow up.

When Saila finally regained her original brightness, the carriage atmosphere improved at once.

The conversation bounces and thrives in a conversation where there is no other love for the distance reduced than when you go.

When I'm hungry, I pound my tongue on the lunch made by Milkit with the ingredients I bought at Enicide.

And the filled sarah and milkit sleep, also on the thighs and shoulders of the flam, respectively.

The person who was pillowed watched those two smilingly.

Heavy, but not unbearable.

Even the wagon shake, it's comfortable now.

Eventually, warm drowsiness wraps the flam, induced by intimate body temperature.

She also keeps her body back and forth and rows the boat in a crisp fashion.

When they all fell asleep, all they could hear from the carriage was the sound of the horse's hooves kicking the earth, the sound of the wheels, and a slight sleep.

◇ ◇ ◇

When we reached Wang Capital, the carriage carried three people to the East Side, where Leach's mansion was located.

But it looks like Sarah and I are saying goodbye here.

"When you go, Mr. Leach will probably try to give you the reward."

From the standpoint, he can't accept that, but he won't even be sneaky to say no.

"You belong to a church in the Central District, so if Flam and Milkit have business for you, they want you there. Didn't you forget to tell me you were having dinner? Looking forward to it!

That being said, I head back to church full of energy waving with the boom.

Flam and Milkit kept waving until they couldn't see her.

And when he finished his goodbye, Fram knocked his neck down to the side.

"Master, what's wrong?

"It's the Central District, I thought. I thought we were in a church nearby because we met in the West End."

But if you think about it, it's hard to imagine that that talented girl would live in a small church in the West End that is insecure and has low residential confidence.

Because even as a cathedral in the North Side - i.e. headquarters - you should want to grow it in a good environment.

"Let's go. Mr. Leach will be waiting for you, too, and we'll go give him Chiaralli ASAP."

"Yes, let's do that"

Leach, there will be about something I can do for the West Side no matter where I live.

Without thinking too deeply, Fram approached the mansion, classified as rather large, among the East Side, where luxury homes stood.

A nobleman, who stumbled through, looks blatantly at her cheek and Milkit bandage and talks to her squire in secret.

If you look at it from a safe East Side person in the Wang capital, it would be like a frowning situation with a wild-looking slave just walking alone,

Nothing to worry about in particular, it's always the case.

Standing in front of the Mansion Gate, a soldier standing beside him speaks to Flam.

"Can I help you?"

Unlike earlier nobles, the waist is polite.

I don't even look bad when I see the two of them.

"I say Fram, who had received a request from Mr. Leach, may I have it followed?

"Oh, were you Mr. Flam? We have heard from the Lord, please come inside."

When he says so, he opens the gate gently and invites them into the premises.

That said, Leach's mansion had a large garden, with a visible front door, but some distance.

Straight ahead and standing in front of both open doors, a spherical, magically driven switch is now embedded in the wall.

When the flam touched the crystal and shed traces of magic, the bell rang indoors.

"How does that switch work?"

"Sure, I think we were talking about having ore that sticks or leaves in response to magic, and it's moving in that combination"

"I see your husband knows something."

"For once, I went to school in my hometown. But it's no big deal, right?

"No, your husband is amazing"

The trust directed from the mill kit to the flam seems to be growing well and quickly.

I was praised for doing it with really no big deal knowledge, and Flam accidentally scratched his reddened cheek with his fingers.

It's only a general common sense level of upbringing.

I guess for Milkit, who still didn't get an education, it was the first thing I heard, something that tickled my intellectual curiosity.

Besides - even with such questions in the first place, the Lord has never answered them, and she never tried to hear them from the beginning, having given up.

Little by little, it also means that we are getting a human mind back.

When I saw the mill kit observing the crystal intriguingly, and the flam was dusting, the mansion door opened.

The old butler who came out carefully bows his head when he looks at the two faces and says, "I've been waiting for you".

And with his lead, he headed to the guest room.

This is the second time I've entered the mansion, but it's the same size and stupidity.

The first thing you see through the front door is a spacious blowout entrance.

At a time when the concept of entrance exists in a private home in the first place, it makes me feel painful that Reach is a resident of a different world.

The ceiling has a classic chandelier on it, just looking up makes Flam sigh.

The laid carpet is also patterned in such vivid colors that you will be sorry to tread with your earthfoot, and the tread is good.

The paintings on the walls are all superior even to the amateur, and the vases and kettles placed in the corners are probably luxury items that cost enough to have one house built.

Led by a butler, he climbed the stairs - how carefully the wooden railings were polished, shining enough to reflect his face.

I'm sorry to put my hands down and get dirty with my fingerprints, so the two of us can't touch that.

The end point of the railing is finished with a fine sculpture, which also gives a sense of elegance to the narrow areas.

Milkit was interested in that sculpture, or he was trying to turn around and observe it until he did.

Upstairs, there was a guest room just down the hall.

When the flam sits on a chair with a railing, it returns a more fuzzy feel than you might have imagined.

This is also the second time, but she accidentally shouted "oops".

Milkit stood diagonally behind the flam to serve, but forced her to sit "because it was an order" to refuse.

He looked sorry, but all of this is what I want him to start sitting without saying anything, Flam laughs bitterly.

I waited for the reach to come as I ate the prepared, well-scented herbal tea and baked confectionery mixed with fruit that was so delicious that I couldn't stop.

It wasn't until about 10 minutes later that he came to the room.

My forehead was sweaty and I could perceive it moving around busily until just before.

But I guess I gave priority to herbs that cure my wife's illness over any other job.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Flamm, Mr. Milkitt. Oh, Saila..."

"I went back to church first because I had business to do."

"Really, I'm sorry. I have to thank you again next time."

That said, he sat down in the chair across the street when he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief he had removed from his pocket.

And ask Flam how he said he couldn't wait.

"So, what about Chiarally?

Flam takes an even smaller bag out of the bag he kept on the next floor and passes it to Reach.

When he received it, he immediately checked the contents - with a full grin.

"Oh, this is exactly...!

How happy I was, there are tears at the end of my eyes.

Too touched, I often need to calm down, Reach stops looking in the bag.

When the loud heartbeat finally subsided, he now looked at the flam and rubbed his forehead deep, into the table between them and said:

"Thank you very much! Now you can finally save your wife......! Really, so much so that no matter how much I appreciate it!

Thankfully more than you can imagine, confused flam.

"Keep your head up, Mr. Leach. We only did what we were asked to do."

"Still! Previously, it was a herb I couldn't find no matter how much I looked for it. It's just a miracle that such accidental encounters lead us! It's God's business!

Just having seen the creatures of the Church, Flam has a complex mood for the word "divine works".

I'm sure he has no offense, and I'm not going to get involved, so I'm not going to tell you what happened over there.

"So here's the reward, say one thing about anything Mr. Fram wants. If it's possible, I'll give you anything."

"Hmm... even if they say so all of a sudden... Milkit, you want something or something?

"Even if you ask me, I'm in trouble"

"Right. Normally it's not money or anything, is it?

"Still don't mind, I'll pay you as much as I want"

Flam got a little scared because he was really going to get as much as he wanted.

Would this rather be honest about what you want?

In conclusion so, I propose what is necessary in the present situation for the time being.

"That's right! I'd like to rent a room that will serve as a base for our activities in the West End. Isn't there somewhere nice?"

"In the West Side, is it?"

Why are you in such an insecure place? I guess that's what Reach thought.

With his help, you might be able to find a room in the Central District, even in the East Side after a while.

But - I wasn't going to run off to Flam.

It was also a manifestation of a strong determination to make Dayne pay.

Looking into her eyes, Reach, realizing that her will was firm, slaps her hand with a pound.

"Then you have just the right property (...)!

◇ ◇ ◇

"... here, right?"

"... here, right"

Fram and Milkit came to the place noted in the documents handed to them and stood up.

"I thought I was in a room somewhere."

"I thought so, too."

"No way, this, all..."

"As far as the paperwork goes, that's what I think"

Confused.

I did ask if there was a good place, and although this is close to the Central District even in the West Side, it is a relatively safe place.

Still, no way...

"No, it's a whole house, this!?

- I never imagined I'd get every two-story house made of wood.

If you do take a closer look, some of the paperwork also mixes up like a title to land.

Reach said,

"It's a place I used to sell out when I was rolling the land, so please use it"

with.

Moreover, 'because this alone is cheap as a reward,' Flam had also been handed a bag containing gold coins.

He also keeps' at least this much for Saila 'and even a ring with a superior enchant.

I was still just in the mood to return my share, but I guess not.

That's all, because his gratitude is profound.

"Isn't it good? Your husband was hurt, suffering, working hard, and if you think it's the price."

"I've had a hard time, but I don't know if that's it."

"That's it, I think"

"... well"

The reward is not for the person requested to decide.

If Leach says he's happy with it, it's probably the work of the adventurer to feel comfortable receiving it.

"Well, let's just go inside"

"Yes."

Open the front door and enter the house.

I haven't used it in a while, so I imagined a miserable state of dust and spider nests.

"That's surprisingly beautiful"

"Right, it's like someone was using it"

Yes, the house was outrageously beautiful.

Minimum furniture seems to be available, such as tables, shelves and beds, and is likely to be ready to live in.

Two people explored the ground floor excited about their new home.

Then you hear something giddy coming from upstairs.

At first, Flam thought of it as a small animal or something, but for that he has big footsteps.

Even if the front door is locked, someone could be breaking into it on their own from the gap and living there.

Shaking Milkit's hand anxiously, Fram took the lead and climbed the dreaded stairs.

The second floor was cleaned up beautifully, and I still don't think it was left out.

"Someone lives there..."

Fram is so sure.

"Oh, on your own?

"It's the West Side, and maybe that's about it."

Hiccups and conversations in a small voice so that someone across the door doesn't notice.

The flam then reaches for and grips the metal door knob.

The chilling sensation transmitted to the palm of the hand stirs tension.

I swallowed the saliva, put a lot of effort into it, twisted the knob - without making as much noise as possible, and opened the door.

What they saw there...

"... this is it. Then this one... Wow, that smells terrible. Failure? No, it tastes terrible, but the ingredients aren't lost."

The appearance of a bumpy and grunting girl sitting in a chair and mixing suspicious chemicals together.

A mysterious sphere drifting indoors in a white, neat bodysuit.

And even though she was indoors, for some reason she was still wearing a wide enan hat, much like someone Fram knew.

Or there's only one person dressed in such a distinctive outfit.

"Also, could..."

"Hmm? Is anybody here?

With a carefree voice, she looks back.

Looking at his face, Flam was once again convinced.

And out loud, calling her by her name.

"Mr. Eterna!?

Yes, she was one of the heroes who took part in the Demon King's Crusade, and taught Flam a preliminary knowledge of herbs - the "Eternal Witch” Eterna Limbaugh.

There was a lot of wondering why I live in a place like this, what happened to my journey, etc., but on the contrary, there were too many to know what to ask from.

mouth opens gently, looking at the stunned flam. Eterna said,

"Ah, it's Flam"

And I said at my pace.