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

018 Red wind blows in Wang du

Sarah fled desperately.

Eating his teeth to suppress his stirring emotions, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, and rubbing his nose over and over again.

I continued to run even, aiming nowhere, down a path that I had never passed before.

A man close to me is dead.

No - you look worse than you die.

Is it my fault, because I asked myself that?

I'm sure not, I want to think so.

But because of the timing, I can't shake off the concern that it's my fault.

And Saila felt like she knew those eyeballs.

The crisis at the lab that I cut through with Flam, that time I saw, had a similar vibe to an orga with a whirlpool on my face.

If that's really the result of that research...

"There's a secret facility in the basement of a church in the West End, where experiments with orphanage children are being conducted," he said.

"They embed the power of God in their bodies."

“Apparently," he said, all the information he put on credibility, but maybe that's true.

No, but that doesn't explain why there was no ink or any other child's name on the orphanage roster.

But to avoid wasting their sacrifice, we definitely have to tell Flam about this.

First, keep going down the road along the wall.

Then there must be a slightly wider street.

The more insecure the area is usually told never to get close, but if you have to, you can cut through the mace and the general situation can be cut through.

From there, travel even towards the west gate, exit onto the main street and head to Fram's house.

She bounced the travel route out in her head as she ran downhill.

Pi.

That's when Saila stops unexpectedly, responding to the slightest sound she hears behind her back.

And looking back - rolling down the ground, crawling through walls, looking down from the roof - countless eyes, staring at her.

"... keep the two of you away from me, and still not enough?

Shaking her head, her teary-eyed girlfriend told her to squeeze it out so.

Can't you hear the sound in your eyes?

No, if Ed's rumors were being attacked as triggers, these guys would be listening.

So I'm sure that's what you're saying when you don't even respond to Saila's sad words, and it's... "Yes, it's not enough yet," which fills the distance with twitching.

"Ahhhhhh!

Turning his endless anger and fears into screams and spitting them out, Saila ran again.

The eyeballs keep growing.

From the surrounding roof, from inside the house, or from the drain.

Spring out like a bug from everywhere, filling the path.

There's no crowd here - as if you knew that from the beginning.

Saila doesn't turn around anymore.

All I want to see is a desperate sight anyway.

So whip it on your screaming thighs, block your ears to the weak-sounding lung voice, skewer your broken heart and force it to stop connecting, shake your arms in a groan and move on.

As we approach the streets along the West Side Wall, inhabited especially by the poor among the Wang capital, the smell of the air surrounding us changes.

To that unpleasant smell of raw garbage, but now Sarah even felt safe.

There are people there, and they shouldn't be attacking us where there are people.

And out on a wide street, she draws an arc orbit without slowing down and turns right.

She was pretty prominent here, wrapped around a little beautiful white robe, but now I don't give a shit about people's gaze or anything.

Just in case, going down the street for a while, I slowed down there and looked back once.

"Ha... ha... ah, ha... you know... there's no such thing..."

I guess I wasn't hearing voices around me because I was desperately running.

What Saila saw there was nothing more than a tragic sight to say hell.

"What is this disgusting...? Oh, hey, don't come... don't come, wow!

Two or three more passers-by arms just happen to be nearby.

When I stopped upset, an even greater number of eyeballs arrived at my body, quickly losing their shape as people.

"Hi-no-no! God, protect me... please, please, God... oh, whoa, whoa, pu... whoa."

The woman, who was sitting on the road and desperately gripping the symbols of Originism, gets into her torso and her body swells.

At first he had raised a voice drawn to fear, but gradually it also broke, with bubbly salivation flowing from the edge of his mouth.

When a large number of eyeballs entered, the pink contents (...) became invisible.

"Hey, hey, ahhh! Don't come, just this kid, just this kid, please!

"Ohh! Ohhhh..."

"Go that way, go that way. Yikes!

"Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy..."

"Hih!?

A child held in her mother's arms, desperate resistance also vainly enters her neck, increasing her head to three.

My mother, whose face was distorted by fear, accidentally let the child go, but as soon as she saw the eyeball arrive, she covered it, and made it one with my child to alienate it.

Too intolerant.

I don't even feel like hiding it.

If this is a church cover-up - wouldn't it be too abusive?

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry -!"

She is not guilty.

But she couldn't stand the thought of blaming herself, and Saila even ran apologizing.

Victims have increased, but the enemy's purpose is only to hold information.

I just eliminated the obstacle that was in the way of pursuing them, and even now their gaze was definitely pointing toward her.

Saila turns right again and enters a narrow path.

I heard more victims screaming behind my back, but I can't help myself.

Or maybe you can stop if you stop running away - but it's too harsh to tell your 10-year-old girlfriend to accept that and stop living as a person.

Now I just had to hold my fist hard enough for my nails to eat into my palms and move on with my tear-seeping vision.

Run, run, run...

Seek a place where there is no one else.

I don't know how long I've been running.

Her health was so far beyond her limits, and her body was screaming, but she was moving her feet without feeling just because of her mission "if we don't move on anyway”.

"Ha-ha, ha-ha," he said, whenever his breath was exhaled from his dry throat, the inside of his chest hurts.

The true limit that lay ahead beyond the limit was soon approaching there.

But there's no limit to them (...).

I thought I'd shaken it off, appeared out of nowhere, surrounding Saila at some point.

How far can I go to escape, no - in the first place, is there an end point or something to this escape?

The underground facility of the church, at the moment I grabbed that information, was my fate already decided when these guys laid eyes on me?

"Ha... ha... ah... ah..."

From Sarah's throat, a powerless voice leaks.

Yeah, there was definitely an end point.

You can't go out onto the boulevard, and you find a place where no one is, and you wander down a narrow road, bending over.

At its end was the trail.

Put your hands on the wall, feel a rough feeling on your skin and fall off your knees.

There is no further way.

I thought I didn't even need to run anymore, but I was more comfortable with it.

"Ed, Johnny... you're gonna be right there."

Wall on back, sit down on the ground.

The robe got dirty in the sand, but it'll be over soon anyway, so you don't have to worry about it.

Throwing out his hands and feet, looking out at the road with blurred eyes - the eyeballs began to represent themselves one by one.

I thought they'd rolled normally, falling from the top, crawling out of the ditch, the geisha guys.

If you notice, the ground was filled with white spheres, with all the black eyes in the middle pointing towards her.

"I'm sorry, guys..."

Floating like a running lantern in the back of your brain are people from Central District Church who have lived with their families, Ed, Johnny, Flam, and those involved and sacrificed along the way.

Apologizing to all people, I look up to heaven and close my eyes.

There was a breeze on her cheek.

◇ ◇ ◇

As usual, Flam was on his way to the guild to find a request.

Through the entrance, as usual, there should be plenty of space overflowing with the hustle and bustle of drunken men - I thought.

The referral office was cancerous and rarely quiet.

At the reception counter, Ella has a grumpy face and a cheek wand.

"What are you doing out of business, Daynes?

Flam, approaching her, asked casually.

When Eela snorts, "Humph," she answers without even looking at each other.

I'm going to church.

"No church? Are you going to God to pray for the success of your request?

"That's no way. I'm going to prayer with all of them."

"... Huh?

I meant to be a joke, but I didn't know it was a hit.

What the hell is that wind blowing?

Flam once again turned his attention to an almost deserted referral, wrinkling between his eyebrows.

"The Church will make it ours too! or something. I was cool when I was gaining momentum."

"Isn't Ella going?

"Why should I go to worship? I don't believe in God. I believe in money and men."

Apparently, if you say so, but it's not something to be proud of.

"Imagine, for the most part. Where the lousy men are filling the church and praying for a special victory! Don't you feel sick?

"That's for sure, creepy and I don't want to come near it"

Rarely do the two agree.

So much so that it was an inexplicable and different situation.

If they were to go to worship, it would mean a church in the West Side, and I hope Saila isn't involved, Fram worries.

Well, that's exactly what they wouldn't do, either, to a nun on church grounds.

"So, do you have any good requests today?

"I'm not motivated, so come back tomorrow."

"No, no, no, because you can't be allowed to do that as a guild"

"Forgive me or nothing, I'm not on my own because I don't have a master to oversee."

"... Master, aren't you there?

"There's only a master by name, but I don't know if I've ever actually seen him before. A guild master in the West Side is such a troublesome role, something no one wants to do. Properly push high-ranking adventurers into positions and leave the rest behind."

I like Ella and Dayne.

Perhaps it was the Alliance headquarters in the Central District that nominated the Alliance Master, but the job is also appropriate.

That probably means the West Side guild is less handled.

"So I'm having trouble not getting a job?

"I've been making money lately, why don't you take a day off? Or maybe sell it like a slave."

"How many times do you think I heard that story? I'm tired of this."

"Really? But I'm gonna keep telling you, you look better in a whore than an adventurer."

"Wouldn't you like to be told by a woman in open chest clothes like a whore?"

"Ah? You're telling me this outfit looks like a whore?

The two of us talk heats up.

There is no one adventurer to make tea, so there is no stopping.

"Actually, I didn't, so I opened my crotch every night to Dayne and I rang..."

"If you'd just shut up and listen, you'd say whatever you want."

Eela glanced at the flam.

But her gaze, which is just a receptionist, is not compelling.

Flam grins sparingly and provokes even more.

"You don't think my body is that cheap!

"Really? I thought it was half the price."

"I'm telling you, hey, I, I only let a guy I really fell in love with hold me!

"So, that opponent is Dayne. Ha, do you mean you don't have eyes for a man, or do you say you have a bad taste"

"It's not Dayne!

"... that, is it?

"Yes! I'm just using all the guild authority to accommodate that guy, and I'm not even going to dedicate myself!

Hearing unexpected facts, Flam suddenly regained his calm.

I assumed on my own that Dayne and the others would let me do whatever I wanted every night, but if you think about it calmly, I've never seen a Dayne clan guy leaning up to her.

"... hey, what, those eyes"

"No, actually, I thought you were feeling lonely"

He said, "Take extra care of him!

Was it a star, Ella barked as she dyed her cheeks slightly.

"Damn, things are going crazy without Dayne and the others. Look, if you need me, pick the right one."

"That's okay."

"Even if you don't have a scolding master, you have a client who comes in late to settle the case."

"Then I wish I'd let you out from the beginning"

Shut up and watch.

After a moment - I was free, so did you want to fight while killing time?

Flam sighs, looking for a request that is likely to end by the end of the day, opening up to some annoying receptionist.

Looking through the list, the guild entrance opened and a breathless man approached the counter.