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

The man glanced at Flam, who had suddenly joined the conversation.

Why should I bother to let her talk to me, who is hostile?

But unexpectedly, Ella has her shoulder.

"It's okay, nothing. You were depressed by the people who went to church."

Flam looked at her unexpectedly, but when her gaze only for a moment, she immediately goes off with a "hum" and a nose.

Apparently, the defiance toward Dayne is moving her rather than what Flam says.

"Sure that's true..."

When the man looked at Fram's face and thought about it, he hit him in the tongue and then started talking.

"... Phil is the name of a man who was killed after threatening a church official"

"The Dayne one, I was trying to reach the church."

"I failed, and now I'm a believer. I wouldn't do that if I told you."

Ella told me to throw up.

I don't seem to care how much he misbehaves.

"It's that Phil, but from what I just heard, he was dying like he didn't seem very human"

"You said it was like a monster."

"Oh, I've got a bunch more limbs and heads, my body's swollen - rumors are that a ton of eyeballs come into my body, and that makes me crazy. I couldn't believe it, but apparently it was true that we found a body in the same condition."

"Tons of eyeballs, more hands and feet..."

My face was swirling, another anomaly from the laboratory's compound.

But it is abundantly possible that the human being who threatened the officials of the Church became that figure, on the extension of the same study.

It's been 10 years, it's not unnatural to change shape.

"Are they continuing their research in Wang Du...?

"You know something?

Eela reacts quickly to the words she squeals by accident.

"I mean something, I just thought it would be the work of the Ten Eighty-Nine Churches. I'm not guessing."

It's just that Flam has the ingredients to be sure of.

Whether you know about the institute or not, you can expect it to be the work of someone associated with the Church.

"But you weren't too shabby when Phil, were you?"

"Oh well, if you find such an unusual body, it should reach my ear, too. Then why are you making a fuss this time?

As Flam asked, the man shook his head to the side.

"I don't even know that far. I guess I couldn't hide it because it was a lot of people and a lot of people."

"Then why did you do it in such a place?"

For a church that wants to hide its research, it's cluttered.

Even if it was some kind of experiment, we should do it more carefully.

"Hey, can you take me that far?

It doesn't start unless you see the real thing.

The man was not ridden, but shook his head vertically to guide the flam.

For some reason, it even came with Eela, and the guild went deserted - but is it a decision that Dayne and the others don't mind because they're not here anyway?

as appropriate as ever.

◇ ◇ ◇

The scene was in the middle of a so-called favela.

It's overflowing with wild horses and it's hard to move to a position where you can see the crime scene.

As the three of us progressed through the crowd of people, every time we approached, the smell of a raw odor pounded our noses.

"Wow, come on... this isn't just the smell of slums, is it?"

Eela covered her mouth and nose with her hands and glanced at her face without opening her eyes.

There are reasons why the hygiene around here isn't better than it was, but that doesn't seem like the only reason.

Reaching the front line of the crowd, the smell became even more intense - plus an unimaginable sight popped into my sight.

"Whew... what is that"

"Was that really human...?

"I mean, it's hard to believe it, actually."

Several evil hobby objects with arms, legs and necks growing from meat chunks were scattered along the road.

Besides, they howl as if they were alive.

Is it really a corpse after all?

The guard who had been called in also had his head just in trouble.

As the three of them gaze at the sight often, a soldier who comes later sprinkles a large piece of cloth he brings from somewhere onto the meat.

I guess it's a crime scene decision.

Undoubtedly, it is an English break.

It's too shocking a sight for the public to see.

"Ugh... pup..."

Few, like Elias, had blocked their mouths with their hands.

"Don't throw up here."

That said, it's not the flam that cares about her there.

"... why do you look so fine?"

"Because this is still an adventurer"

"Is that a reason? Ugh..."

Looks like it's time for her limits to be close.

When Flam glanced at the man next door, he drew the crowd again and left the scene.

And the wrong person also stops at the sparse spot.

The expression of the three is that the cause is as dark as the different.

Because it's a dim road with no lights and no sky light plugged in, or it looks extra like it.

"I don't know. Mr. Dayne was on the church side when Phil said he had been made to look like such a monster. Are you sure you're okay following that guy right now?

Perhaps Dayne has even expanded his forces to strengthen his power in the West Side.

It's not just adventurers, it's also adhering to guilds, and not many merchants have connections with them.

Everyone puts their expectations on him as he continues to make progress, which is why they have missed out even when they do evil deeds.

I guess he was an intelligent ruler in that he was the only one who did not enjoy the benefit and had distributed it with good salt plums.

But not in a way that lasts forever.

If, like this one, you are swallowed up by a force even stronger than yourself, your courtship will drop at once.

When growth stops and people's expectations are betrayed, all they have to do is collapse.

There's no way that smart Dayne doesn't understand that.

"We could be made to look the same as Phil and the monster we are now - that would certainly scare us. I know exactly what it's like to be shown off and obeyed. Surely selling fights to churches is a bad bet for minutes. But you have us now because you've been through such an impossibility!? If I get flattered here, it's the end of all my dreams and everything!

"That's why it's over, isn't it? Dayne wasted her own life, that's why she ran for protection. The others are with us. No matter how much you talk about your dreams or your future, your life matters most in the end."

Ella said in a chilled tone.

Everyone usually is.

But I guess they followed Dayne because it's not normal.

The audacity that I accidentally admire was the greatest attraction.

Dayne's way of doing things is hard for Flam to admit, but “it worked," that's all I have to admit.

"If you're lost, I don't think you should leave the West End for a while. The guy with the eyeballs doesn't know where it comes from."

"Yeah, well... maybe we should wait till it's almost cold"

"Shall I distance myself from Dayne for a while, too? I don't want to be such an ugly creature with a snake by accident."

It is a wise decision.

They are unbelievable, but Flam is not outlawed enough to do harm to people trying to distance themselves from Dayne.

Best of all - next time, if you want to denigrate yourself and the people around you with dirty hands, I don't hate pulling out my sword.

Then Fram broke up with them returning to the guild and went back to his own house.

◇ ◇ ◇

When Flam opened the front door and said "I'm home" out loud, "Welcome back" for the three of us.

Milkit and ink are in the living room, and Eterna is upstairs in her own room.

If it was usual, Milkit would welcome me for a small run - but looking into the living room with a little loneliness, Fram was convinced to see it.

There was ink sitting on her lap, unable to stand.

"Welcome back, sir. Sorry, I couldn't pick you up."

When I looked at Flam's face, Milkit said sorry.

"Fine, fine. By the way, what are you doing?

Flam pointed at wooden parts, scattered over the table.

In front of the two, there is a wooden frame as well, in which several parts are fitted.

"Puzzle!"

Ink answers innocently.

I see, indeed, a puzzle would allow her to play even if she was blind.

But it is an unrecognizable product.

"Mr. Eterna came out with what was in this house. Mr. Ink will enjoy this."

"Well, Mr. Eterna, you've found it well."

Fram said as he sat in the seat across the street.

I knew there were tools on the upstairs storeroom that had been used by previous residents.

But all the old stuff was on top of the dust, so I haven't got my hands on it yet.

Apparently, Eterna, who was a client, had already begun to color.

"What about you?

The flam further points to a metal toy placed beside the puzzle.

This one, too, I guess, is what Eterna has found.

"They say it's a circle of wisdom. I was playing until a while ago, and I just got tired of doing it for a long time."

"Milkit, it's amazing. I couldn't do it at all, but when I give it to you, it's easy to take it!

"Oh, he's so handy."

"Yes, no, because this is something you can solve if you know how. I've touched it before."

I'm humble, but it's true that her fingertips are clever.

The handling of knives is brilliant, and the usual dish serving is so confusing that it belongs to the store.

And even the reading and writing that Fram teaches, it swallows very quickly.

The look is perfect, the contents are perfect, and full of talent - Flam is heartily angry that such a child has ever been abused.

Well, when I get angry, I just waste my mind because I don't have someone to hit my anger with.

Soon she calmed down, looking around the room.

"Oh, no, you haven't come yet, have you?"

Without a tiny, noisy nun, the house is quite quiet.

"Wouldn't you be able to come by dinner?"

"I'm not here to exchange information, I'm not supposed to be here for dinner."

"Haha...... but I'm glad, you're going to be pissed"

"Isn't it hard to make more?

"No, because I like to see faces that make me happier to eat. The more, the merrier it feels."

That's an answer like a good daughter-in-law's sample.

Under the bandage, you'll be smiling adorably.

I'm glad I brought you out of the cage, Fram thinks from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey Flam. If the place I've been running away from was a church in the West End, do I have to go home right away?

Ink, who was listening to the two conversations, said so to the nagging addition and subtraction.

As much as I've been running away from home, there must be a reason why I don't want to go home.

"Aren't people, mothers and friends, all worried?

Still, there's no way I'm not returning her.

Flam spoke to the ink in the gentlest tone he could.

"... friend, I wonder"

She clouds her words.

"No?

"Because they always made fun of me for not being useless. Only Mother was kind, but she still thought it was useless..."

Fram listened to her and sighed loudly.

There are people everywhere who say that.

Useless and useless, even if they don't say so, even though they say they know who they are best.

"Well, I've been told I'm useless, too, so I don't know what it's like to want to run away. But I don't."

"So is Flam."

"In my case, they kicked me out before I ran away."

laughed bitterly, Fram said.

And touch the sign of a slave on his cheek, with his fingertips.

"Your husband..."

"Milkit, don't you look like that. And now, thanks to someone who said," Well, I'm starting to think it's not bad. "

In fact, without this mark, the two of them would never have met.

Fram would have continued his journey in humility without ever knowing the true value of his power.

And Milkit should have been eaten and killed by a ghoul in that cage.

It was a place like the bottom of Naruto, but because we met, the two of them became hilarious again - though I'm not going to forgive Gene.

"Fine, Fram has a mill kit."

"Yeah, in fact, I don't think I would have gotten out without meeting her"

"... if I stay with you like this, I wonder if I can get out"

The ink pounded and squealed in a small voice.

Feelings are painfully understandable.

But the abandoned flam and the ink that escaped on its own will are decidedly different positions.

I have someone to look for.

With that happiness, she doesn't realize.

First of all, I need you to let me talk to my parents properly.

"... well, if ink is what you call it, it doesn't matter if you live in our house"

"Really!?

Ink that rides itself out to the table and turns a full grin on the flam.

"But not until I tell my parents properly. You weren't being mistreated or imprisoned, were you? I can get away with it myself."

"I don't know. But I guess I wasn't forced into it, was I? I've never been outside before..."

"Yes, never?

Unexpectedly, Ink shook his head vertically immediately.

How blind could it be to keep a child out of the institution at all?

"Orphanage, what is it?"

"I don't know that either"

"How many children were there with you?

"Only four. All I had left was my mother."

An institution with only five children - is that really an orphanage after all?

If a town the size of Wang Capital, there will be a good number of orphans.

In fact, there should have been dozens of children living in an orphanage in the West End.

"Hey, ink. Why did you run away from it?

……

To Flam's inquiry, Ink silenced.

The cause of the runaway is quite a delicate topic.

So I didn't dare ask on the first day... but the clouds are starting to get suspicious.

Listening can break her heart, but fact-checking is a higher priority.

"There was no abuse, and I wasn't locked up, were you uncomfortable?

The ink remains silent and shakes its neck to the side.

"So, because I didn't like my friends making fun of me?

Shake your head again.

"Then why?

"It's..."

The ink looked troubled.

As if you are forbidden to tell others the truth.

But - I guess my confidence in Flam won.

After a moment of silence, she said in a small voice.

"Because it was just me, my friends, my family, I was out of company in a deeper place like that. I must have run away because I'm not supposed to be there."

That seems to be a different matter from what was said to be useless.

I didn't know what the phrase "in a deeper place” meant, and Flam overheard it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't really know what that meant, but what do you mean, we're off the hook in a deep place?

"The words make sense, and I can play normally... I don't know what to say, I was a different creature than me... or something?

Even if they say it with a question mark, Flam doesn't even know.

But behind her brain, for some reason - there was a human figure that had just been seen, alienated.

If ink came running away from the facility the day before she met Fram, the timing of Phil's body's discovery coincides with the timing of her escape.

The eyeballs - the sutured eyes - do have common matters as well.

But she never went outside while staying in this house.

Anyway, Phil, it's impossible to commit the crime about what we found today.

And the status is normal itself.

Instead of ink itself saying the killer, ink establishments...... it's probably more natural to assume that humans associated with church research establishments did it, not orphanages.

I'm looking for her to escape with some sort of ability to use a large number of eyeballs, for example.

But is there a need to look for her until confidentiality runs the risk of becoming out of touch?

From what I've seen, the ink has no particular power.

Even attributes are normal themselves.

That, as she herself said, should have been admitted by pointing out that the children around her and the mother were also “useless”.

No, to put it out, the question also arises as to why she, without any particular ability, lived in the same institution with her capable children.

Fram knows in that underground facility that they're not gentle enough to take care of the failures.

Churches should be relentless and “discarded”.

So is it a success story?

Isn't there supposed to be some kind of anomaly in the status then?

I saw it then, like an ogre.

If there's not a spiral somewhere in her body, then neither does the status seem normal per se, nor does it seem like she's lying.

I mean - ink is not a bad guy.

I wanted to think so.

So far, I just had to make that decision.

For example, is all you can do to flam is not leak the presence of ink outside whenever possible and keep hiding it?

But already, Saila should have contacted the church in the West End.

Depending on its content, it is possible that the ink has already reached their ears that it is protected here.

So, Saila...

Flam rose out of his chair in large measure.

"Sir, is something wrong?

"I'm going to church in the Central District. We still have time for dinner, don't we?

"Yes, because I'm going to make it now. Could you possibly go to Saila?"

"Yeah, just in case."

It was a flam trying to leave the living room and head outside,

"Wait!

Just before that, the ink calls her off loud.

"From that reaction, Flam knows what it is, doesn't he? About where I was."

"There's been a little incident outside, and I'm thinking maybe it has something to do with it"

"Incidents..."

I can't even tell you the details.

Ink gave a bitter look with his mouth tied together cunningly to see if he had any idea about it.

"I wonder if you're looking for me, Mother, everyone..."

"Maybe. The kids you lived with, they didn't have any strange powers?

The ink shook its neck vertically and affirmed.

"Mother said you should never talk to anyone outside..."

"It's okay, because we'll protect you no matter what"

"...... hmm. I wasn't sure because I was blind, but everybody said I couldn't hear a voice and couldn't handle power, so it didn't help."

"Voice, power..."

I know the power somehow.

Perhaps, as a result of the embedding of the core, the power of rotation like that ogre must have become available.

But...

"A voice, what are you talking about?

I wasn't even sure about Flam.

Ink said after putting aside a few moments that this should also not be told to others.

"... I can talk to Master Origin."

"That's...!

Clearly, this is the first time the word Origin has come out of her mouth.

Confirmed, still definitely church tangled.

"I couldn't. We all did, but I'm the only one. But Fram, Milkit, Saila, Eterna, they all seem to be unable to... I've always thought I was crazy, but are you really not?

"No, I can't normally talk. Everybody's with ink."

"Well... well, I was normal..."

Ink grates his chest and relieves him.

Seeing how it was, Fram and Milkitt smiled in their eyes.

If everything that surrounds you is anomalous, then normality is the anomaly - she must have always assumed that she was the anomaly, having been forced to live in a closed space.

So I ran away, thinking that among ordinary people, the monster should not be distracted.

In fact, however, the opposite is true.

It was the ordinary people who were thrown into the flock of chemicals that were the ink.

You don't have to doubt her, you just keep protecting her.

Flam, who felt sunny with a clear purpose, ran out of the house.

With the leaning yang on his back, towards the Church in the Central District, where Saila should be.