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

Flam gazing in the vanishing direction of Satyrus with an icy, cooling look.

Reach reaches out to her dreaded shoulder, though slightly pressured by her releasing killing temper.

"Um... Mr. Flam, are you okay?

Tong, and the feeling of being tapped with your fingertips.

Flam slowly turned his neck back, looked at the reaches - chuckled.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was a little confused"

"I hope so. Something's changed the vibe a little bit compared to when we met before."

Since the last time I saw Leach, a lot has happened.

I haven't had enough days to miss it yet, but it doesn't seem like a long time ago to Flam.

"I was still shaking then."

"Shake?"

"What is your standing position? I wasn't sure how I should live in the future. But lately, little by little, I've seen that."

she says as she stares into her palm.

What should I and Milkit do to live in peace in this world?

It's okay, I don't need anything special.

I really don't like killing someone, and I can't help but hate it when my body falls apart.

But if you don't (...).

Churches that treat the lives of others like garbage, in order to counter them, this one must also slaughter and throw away their lives like garbage.

Origin, the culprit of it all, to counter him, you can't even reach your fingertips without cutting yourself.

Flam holds his fist.

"No matter how irrational you mourn, that doesn't just make them disappear. Then we'll have to crush it with more force than that."

"Sure, because it's a fantasy, such as the strong protecting the weak. Everyone wants to go through their own convenience. If the cast stays the same and the positions of the weak and the strong are reversed, people will repeat the same thing"

"After all, I think one of them can only be solved by disappearing"

Grip even harder, realizing the power you never had before.

"Mr. Flam is a benefactor, if you say so, I will cooperate. So don't hold it alone."

"That's okay, because I have people to support me right now. And you can't get Mr. Leach involved."

He is only a merchant.

I'm just fighting the Church for my own benefit, and there's no reason enough to shed blood and fight.

There's no way I could get someone like that involved - that's what I thought and I was reluctant to flam, but Reach laughed, "Not now, is it?"

"The church has been watching, working with reporters, sniffing around places."

"A reporter... of a newspaper, is it?

There are several newspapers in Wang Du.

The content varies from simply posting events, to being for adventurers, to being Church institutional paper.

But what we can say in common is that we cannot be hostile to the Church.

Printing houses are suppressed, so it's natural.

But apparently, the reporter Leach is talking about and he's out of the reach of the church.

"It's because of this. Shall I introduce you?"

"Huh? No, you don't have to bother calling me..."

"I'm right there, Welsey!

When Leach calls his name, a woman wearing a hunting hat comes out of the corner all over her face.

A tight skinny suits her well, she waved lightly at the flam and approached us on a small run.

"I'll introduce you. She's Welsey Mankathy, the hand-in-hand reporter I was talking to earlier."

"Hello, all. - Fram."

She comes looking for a handshake with a bright look, but why was she hiding in such a place?

Perhaps he had been followed eighty-nine times.

"What's Mancassie... Could it be your sister?

"Yeah, I'm ashamed"

"Brother, what's so embarrassing about me?

"That's the place," he twitches to his sister, staring at him.

The first time I heard his shattered tone, Flam had a little intimacy with him.

"I'm such a sister, but I'm pretty good as a reporter. She's the one who got the information that Satyrus was running herbs through the church."

"To the church, the herbs? He wants to forbid it. Why..."

"Because there is no guarantee that church executives will take a disease that cannot be cured by magic. However, the quantity is quantitative, and there are possibilities for illegal drugs to give soldiers morale, maybe for other purposes."

"I was wondering if we could weaken the power of the Church if we could reveal around it. I can't do that, but I can use it for bargaining cards."

A refreshing reach, but the content of the story is quite evil.

Exactly, you mean you're not just a good person, who has only come up so far with strength?

"No, brother, aren't you keeping that couple waiting?

"Hmm? Oh, you sure did...... sorry, actually, I just got a visit from the husband and wife who were the original owners of that house I gave to Mr. Fram"

"Maybe you're telling me to give it back...?

"No, not at all, because that house belongs to Mr. Fram. I mean, I was surprised, too. They're supposed to be quite old, so if you'll excuse me, I didn't know you were still alive."

Previous owner - a fairly disturbing story as a flam, but you can't even stop him in a hurry.

"So if you'll excuse me around here today. Welsey, give me your business card."

"Yes, yes - all the time. I've been chasing Satyrs a lot lately. If you have any good information, come to my office."

That's what Welsey says, giving him a palm-sized card.

It was a flam I received without thinking, but nothing was written there.

Seeing her tilting her neck, Welsey activated her magic with a smile.

"Burn Projection"

Then the surface of the card burns and draws the letters.

Company name, address, title “newspaper reporter," full name - end up with your own sketch in an empty space.

No, it's too exquisite, and it sounds better to say a mock-up than a sketch.

"You can write letters and pictures, or you can leave the sight in your eyes on paper as it is. Welcome to Welsey Mankathy, the newspaper reporter who cuts the truth from the world."

Is it a fixed line, she left in front of the flam with the reach, satisfied to say so.

Only business cards remained at Fram's disposal, left alone.

She stares at the thin, visible letters as she puts it over a completely darkened sky.

"Newspaper reporter, or..."

How far can we resist church violence with the power of a pen, therefore?

Unknown, but comforting to have more allies.

When Flam missed his business card, it was now time to go back to his home.

◇ ◇ ◇

When the mill kit tilts Jouro, water flows from the tip and moisturizes the soil of the planter placed in front of the house.

When she finished watering, she crouched in and stared at the pretty blooming peach blossoms.

Milkit gave it to me from my neighbor's aunt.

She's a sweet woman who also makes us better for her with bandages on her face, and these days we've occasionally accommodated each other.

I didn't even bud at first, but a beautiful flower blossomed yesterday morning.

A small sense of accomplishment fills her breasts.

It's an emotion I've never had before I met Flam.

Comfortable - not dramatic or vibrant, but relaxed and calm warmth heals Milkit's mind soundly.

From inside the house, there is a slight scent of dinner.

Today's menu includes stewed basilisk meat and mushrooms with tomato, pop bean potage and caesar salad.

For dessert, a standard citrus fruit is prepared in Wangdu, called Tagor.

The fruit itself is fist-sized and not so different from other citruses, but the grains are large and the aroma strong, characterised by a refreshing smell coming out of the nose when chewed.

Also, I don't see a lot of people saying they don't like tagoles because the acidity is weak and the flavor isn't creepy.

It's not finished yet.

I thought I'd finish dinner when she got back.

Nothing, I can't really come home, so I can't wait to get out - I realized I was making such an excuse and kind of embarrassed.

Milkit put his hand on his chest.

There's a soft feeling there.

Something I didn't have before I met Fram.

Since I started living in this house, Milkit's body has been a little fuzzy.

Each time, the Lord makes her happy, so she sticks around and eats too much.

So be a little modest - and that's not where it matters now.

Hands on, further beyond the skin, deep, warm feeling.

Perhaps the bad news is this guy.

It's all this guy's fault that I can't wait for Fram to come home, that he's embarrassed by his excuses, and that he's making his heart sound loud.

Emotions unknown by their name are getting bigger every day.

One day Flam told me he was going to call that feeling "credibility," but I feel like it's passing.

To call it the relationship between the Lord and slaves - I've never had this feeling in the Lord before, that is, I'm overtaking it long ago.

Then what the hell is this guy?

To the answer that never answers, when Milkit is blurring out,

"I'm home, Milkit"

Her cheeks were enveloped by warm palms.

When I looked up, I saw white teeth there, a flam smile.

There were many things she wanted to think about, but rather, she prioritizes relaxing her cheeks and answering "Welcome back, Master".

"Sorry I'm late. Can I help you prepare dinner?

"All you have to do is finish, if that's all you can do"

"Rikai. I'm gonna have to finish up and shut up my hungry, loud stomach with some of the best milk kit rice in the world."

"Hehe, I don't know if I can live up to your expectations"

Interacting like that, the two go into the house holding hands.

That space, which was enclosed with soft happiness, returns to the view of inorganic and cold cobblestones again the moment the entrance door closes.

Nobody's gone. There, one big man walks by.

Once he stopped in front of Fram's house, observing, he nodded and walked away.

◇ ◇ ◇

- That was fifty years ago, when the kingdom was just beginning to experiment with the human body.

Their first aim was to artificially create demonic tribes that surpassed humans in both longevity and magic.

The subject was bribed by abducting unaccompanied children from the Glades.

They undergo a variety of surgeries and are given medicines they do not get good at every day.

Few lost their lives, their bodies and minds became distant from humans, and they were broken children.

At that time, Eterna was only a child under the age of ten.

Without even knowing the faces of her parents, the girl who lived in a slum has lived in a place where desire and violence fly, even though she is young.

I don't trust others thoroughly, that's why I've survived.

But one day, he was suddenly abducted.

“e211-Nα," which is the name given to her at the research facility.

Remnants of the time, still engraved around the flank with a tattoo with model number (...).

I didn't think I'd like to be treated like this.

Because even the name I originally had was like an individual identification number, given to me by a stranger.

That just went from letters to numbers.

"Then you're Eterna from today on."

But he - Kinder Limbaugh and his wife, Claudia Limbaugh - did not do the subjects any good to be called in numbers and symbols.

I have named everyone and treated them gently as if to make amends for what they have become involved in the experiment.

Everyone is wary at first.

He's just a hypocrite, he must behave violently where he caught you off guard.

No... Rather, there was even a part of me that wanted it to be.

There is no place friendly to this world, because by assuming so, the children have embraced their misery.

But expectations (...) are betrayed.

At least Kinder and Claudia were really good people, and after three months they opened their minds a little bit, and everyone - yes, even Eterna - started calling them “father" and “mother”.

The Eternas were forced to live together in prepared dormitories, except during experiments.

The meal is well fed, there is a separate room, and if you are free, Kinder and Claudia, the watchmen, will set it up.

The experiment was horrible, but the days were more fulfilling than when I lived alone in a slum.

I live a human life, I had that feeling.

"Father, Mother, look, look! I made flowers with magic!

When Eterna puts her hands together, the water tensions a thin membrane and blooms countless large circles of flowers.

The light reflected the light of the room, creating a fantastic landscape.

Kinder and Claudia praised Eterna, who was good at it, and laughed and applauded sparingly.

Unparalleled by children of the same generation, the magic is so high, and the technology is so high that it allows precise control.

By the time she reached that stage, the only survivors living in that house were already Eterna.

The study of artificially creating demonic tribes was miraculously successful.

Improved magic, and slowed growth.

The colour of the skin is what remains human, but Eterna has acquired properties similar to those of the Demon race.

However, due to its low success stories and low reproducibility, the project will be discontinued.

Dispose of the remaining subjects and join the new project immediately - such merciless orders were given to Kinder and Claudia.

'There's no way you can!? Eterna is our child, she was a family even if the blood wasn't connected...!

After he confessed all of his orders to Eterna, he held her in a strong embrace as he stood flashly.

'Eterna must have enough power to live right now. It's okay to be alone, isn't it?

Select.

Even if it were to defy the kingdom - let Eterna miss it, he said.

And one night, they snuck her into the carriage and let her escape from the king's capital.

"... Turna?

Eterna doesn't know what happened to Kinder and Claudia after that.

While she lived secluded in the back of the mountain, she increased her knowledge of magic techniques and the herbs and human bodies she had seen and heard in the laboratory.

"Hey, E... Na... are you there?

Fifty years passed as it was, but Eterna's body only grew to about a mid-teenage girl at best.

It's close to the Demons, so, in fact, they must be getting dull in aging.

Soon she was rumored to be a witch living in the back of the mountain in the village at the foot.

It's not like I do anything wrong.

It is a gentle witch rumor that people who get lost take suspicious medication and get healthy before they know it very well -.

The messenger from the kingdom came to her like that.

"Eterna, it's time to wake up. It's dinner time."

The voice of ink finally arrived.

Eterna looked at the bed with a blurred look as she raised her face from the state of stumbling against her desk.

Ink had his upper body up and a frightened look on his face.

I guess I called him over and over again.

She is still wearing a one time large shirt borrowed from the flam and has slightly blurred black, long hair because she was lying down until just now.

"Were you asleep?

"I slept great, I slept well"

"That's not fair."

"And he said," You know, father or mother. "

"... yes"

Eterna depressed the gavel only at the same rate as usual, rubbing her eyes with her arms.

And when I blink two or three times to clear my sight, I take a breath of "Phew."

"You had parents in Eterna."

Ink, who doesn't even know his real parents' faces, casually asked.

"I'm a human being, about my parents... and I just want to say, I don't know my real parents' faces"

"Oh, really? Then you're with me."

"You've been experimenting with humans in the kingdom."

Ink is just as surprised by this.

"I didn't know..."

"Because I haven't told anyone. I was experimented in the kingdom decades ago. At that time, the subject, including me, lived in this house."

"Speaking of which, when the Flams came here, they said Eterna was trespassing or something..."

"It was this room I was using by then, so I miss it, and I followed it"

But crime is a crime.

But it turns out I didn't just get into it for nothing - my impression of Eterna in the ink is modified from pretty freaky to about normal freaky.

"I mean, yeah. I've been saying that for decades now..."

"Yeah, I said"

"How old is Eterna? From my voice, I thought it wasn't much different from Flam."

That was a natural question.

Ink can't see her, but assuming he was watching, he must have been more confused.

Because she looks and sounds like a mid teenage girl herself.

"I don't know. Because I don't know when I was born. Maybe sixty?

"Grandma Eterna!

"I want you to stop because it hurts even me."

Even she has the consciousness that she is longevity, she doesn't like to be treated like a grandmother.

Eterna drops her shoulders and exhales loudly.

Hearing the sound of exhalation, Ink laughs like a prankster.

"But I wonder if Eterna's that age means people like your father and your mother are gone anymore"

"It was also for its confirmation that I was asked to crusade the Demon King. Before the journey, on the way to the Wang capital, I went to the town where the two of them had lived for the last time... and the visit to the tomb was complete."

"Oh well. I guess we're both happy to see our daughter healthy."

"I hope so."

When I meditate on my eyes, it still brings back memories of Kinder and Claudia, the two of us.

All the more so when you're in this house.

It's a shame we couldn't face each other - but if you mean you've had a full tenure, there's nothing to be sad about.

"Eterna, dinner is ready!

I can hear the flam loud from below.

"Because."

"I'm coming. I'll bring some ink later."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

Ink grinned and dropped Eterna off.

She still can't get out of the room.

From what I've seen, he looks perfectly fine, but he's still in a situation that doesn't allow predictions.

For when something happens, Eterna leaves one sphere that was floating around her shoulder, in the room.

When you sense an anomaly, another sphere is the mechanism that lets you know it.

When she was ready, she left the room this time.

The smell of a stewed tomato appetite leads to the upstairs hallway.

Eterna went down the stairs with her hands on her cuddly ringing stomach.