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

Flam and Milkit walked down the street holding hands.

I didn't want to go, but I wanted to leave the merchant's base anyway.

It's a path I've used many times, but without a heart or people's gaze is cold.

Nobody imagines a girl wrapped around a borough cloth, her face was messed up, her hair was messed up, and besides, she stamped her face with a sign of slavery, no way is that Fram Apricot.

From time to time, there are even people who deliberately hit their shoulders and pass by as niggas.

"Hey Milkit. Slavery, is that what you're always treated like?

Flam inquired as he proceeded to sew between people.

Milkit tilts her neck.

"Like this, what?

That reply was enough.

For her, being abused unconditionally is the routine.

In other words, slavery means being good to look down on, whether that's a girl or a boy.

No - should I say an identity created to look down and satisfy desires?

Flam didn't think, stroking his own face with his empty left hand.

A slight irregularity that is not supposed to be felt in the belly of the finger.

It will even be coloured with special paint and will never disappear again.

Touch it, it just still hurts.

But what you feel when you are aware of the presence of the mark is greater mental pain than physical pain.

"Master, is it painful somewhere?

"... I was just double-checking if this was a slave"

……

I've been freed from my duty to crusade the Demon King, but with this face, I can't go back to my hometown anymore.

In the end, it's the same as dead.

But life is here, Fram is walking with his feet on the ground, properly of his own will.

Not even one.

Though there are values, they are accompanied by a path that will make us suffer together.

"We have to make money first."

"Yes...... do I still have to sell my body? I don't have that kind of experience, so I'm worried it'll work."

The first proposal that comes to mind is no way prostitution.

Fram sighed with a grand sigh.

"Milkit, take care of your body a little more"

"Take care? I don't know."

"Selling your body is a last resort."

"So what do you do?

"Head to the center of the West End first, or you'll get a job there."

"A job even slaves can undertake..."

Only one thing, this kingdom had the means to make money, regardless of identity.

They don't have that idea in Milkit, but if we get to the front of the building, she'll know.

Flam puts a little effort into his gripping hand and moves on at a pace.

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Wangdu is divided into four regions: Central District, East District, West District and North District.

In the widest central district, shops of all sizes and sizes, and off the boulevard, are lined with massive dwellings.

In the East Side, there are luxury residential districts inhabited by a variety of rich people, including aristocrats and large merchants, and in the North Side, there are facilities that play an important role in the kingdom, such as the Royal Castle and Cathedral.

And in the West Side, there were poor people who had flashed from other districts.

The base of the slave traders is in the Central District, close to the West Side, from which they are not as far away as the destination of Flam.

"Is this... an Adventurer Guild?

Stopping in front of a certain building, Milkit said when he saw the sign posted above the entrance.

That's the facility where the adventurers get together and take on the tasks entrusted to the guild or report on the results, as the name indicates.

The name "Adventurer" is a remnant of an institution that supported the brave humans who pioneered the monster hissing earth when there was still so much land untapped in the kingdom.

"Well, I've heard that I'm a slave adventurer, and now I have the power to fight, so I thought I could do it with a simple request."

The experience of killing gools and merchants had become confidence for Flam.

There is a sense that it has crossed a deadly line, but for a person who hassles down a straight path to live, it can only be a benefit.

"By the way, Master, what reason is that power to fight? As soon as I grabbed the sword, the wound healed, so that I could wield that big sword lightly."

"Yeah, I think maybe that merchant is right, this sword is epic gear. I guess the effect of the granted Enchant has improved my physical abilities."

"But the man I gripped before, his body melted and died."

"I do care about that, but I can't even use a scan because I don't have magic..."

If you use magic against the sword, you can confirm the name of the equipment and the granted enchant.

"No, wait. My body is lighter, and my magic is up...?

I have never used it, but I know how to use it.

Fram walked into the trail next to the Adventurer Guild, "Come here for a second," holding Milkitt's hand.

And there's no crowd, dim. So when I think "come out," particles swirl, spread, and sword form over her palm.

While I'm heartily surprised that it really came out, I put my breath down and Flam activates a 'scan' toward the sword.

First, feel and manipulate the fundamentals in the basics, the magic that fills the whole body, and concentrate on any area.

I couldn't grasp that feeling how many times I've tried it before - but now, I do have an indefinite presence that flows through the inside of my body.

Flam sucks without thinking.

No matter how hard you try, something that didn't arrive is staying with you.

But when there is a little noise (noise) in the thought, the magic that I should have grabbed is going to be foggy.

He hastily refocused, lifted, brought it to his head and fastened it around his eyes.

"Scan"

And magic activates.

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Name: Zweihander of Soul Eating

Quality: Epic

[This gear reduces your muscle strength by 318]

[This Gear Reduces Your Magic Power by 96]

[This Gear Reduces Your Health by 293]

[This Gear Reduces Your Agility by 181]

[This gear reduces your senses by 107]

[This equipment melts your flesh]

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"Soul eating..."

Flam accidentally voiced the noisy letters displayed in his sight.

A prefix worthy of the curse gear.

Perhaps it was originally just a two-handed sword, Zweihander.

It took in some way the grievances of the dead, and further absorbed even the carelessness of those who had died by holding this sword, and became a sword that rejected all who possessed it.

"But why? If it comes with a reduced status enchant, there's no way I can use such a huge sword..."

"Are you decreasing?"

"Yeah, from what I've seen. Why don't you try scanning the mill kit, too?

"I can't use it."

That's not true.

Unless your status is 0 due to special circumstances like Flam, you should be able to use the scan if you have magic power of 1.

I thought so, but she immediately realized.

To the fact that it is certainly basic magic, but that it is not something that anyone can use alone, without being taught.

In short, no one has even taught her how to use preliminary magic before.

"Besides, if I could see it, I don't think I'd be sure. I can't read the letters."

Fram is blessed.

Every time I hear Milkit say it, it hurts so much.

"Well, if you're reading and writing, I can teach you, so when you're settled, why don't you study with me?

Yes. When Flam laughed, Milkit remained silent for a few seconds and then turned her gaze down just a little bit.

Emotions in my eyes are confusion, confusion.

"If your husband says you need it, I will obey"

"Okay, that's settled.... I haven't solved the equipment mystery yet. Why are you supposed to lose your status or dissolve your body, but on the contrary your physical abilities increase and your wounds heal... on the other hand... flip..."

If you know what I mean, I do.

If this is due to an "inversion” of the effect of the Enchant...

"My, attribute? No way, is that what you mean?

"Attribute?

"Yes, my attribute is called inversion, the so-called rare attribute. I also got a status of 0 because of that and thought it was totally useless... oh well, that was such a use...!

In other words, decrease turns to increase, dissolution of the flesh turns to healing of the flesh.

When the curse flips to blessing, you may say so.

"I was wondering why you have such useless powers, but haha, that's not why you don't notice because you're not going to use your own curse gear... hahahahahaha!

The laughter of one rising flam echoes.

Milkit tilted his neck because he didn't quite understand.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was so excited by myself. In short, I mean that thanks to my attributes, the more curse gear I use, the stronger I can be!

"Really, your husband is amazing"

The reaction is thin.

Flam that collapses by accident.

That's right, because it hasn't been that long since we met, and apparently you have a personality that doesn't have much emotional stimulus.

I'm a little sorry I didn't get empathy, but relaxing makes the sun go down.

I also want to keep the minimum reward in hand to take today's inn.

In the Adventurer Guild, you have to be the first to take a simple F-rank request to resolve it in order to be registered as an Adventurer.

Once you have done so, you will be able to obtain a license, and you will be treated once you have resolved your request, so you will be able to get enough money to stay in a lodging.

The two men, who were back in front of the guild again, regained their minds and crept through the entrance.

The facility, which cannot be flattered or described as beautiful, was filled with the smell of alcohol even during the day.

A liquor store has been set up, which we call an agency for recruiting people.

Bad, ill-gotten adventurers hang out there.

When they saw the two girls who came in, they looked uniformly niggardly and nasty, confirming the marks of slavery engraved on their faces.

The reception desk is just in front of the entrance.

The flashy makeup receptionist, who seemed bored and messed with her nails, looked even more bumpy when she saw the flam.

"What's a slave doing here? From what I've seen, it doesn't look like some nobleman can use it."

"I wanted to be an adventurer, could you issue me a license?

When Flam says, there is a leak of laughter not only from the receptionist, but also from the adventurers who are drinking to me.

"Come on, you're wasting your life? You guys look better in a whore, why don't I introduce you to your job?

Her words are full of malice.

Flam managed to swallow the frustration, but the adventurer jumped his jerk like he was going to chase him there.

"I might be able to go with that brown hair kid over there, shall we buy him one tonight? Oh, you can't have a bandage."

"Hina."

"So you can go, the one who looks like such a monster"

"You can't... No, but maybe I can go because I've been accumulating lately"

"Hiha, now you can even go wild dogs!

"Different, hahaha!

When Flam, who had eaten his teeth off, held his fist and endured, couldn't bear to stare at the men - Milkit gripped the hem of her clothes.

And shake your head to the side.

"Why..."

"Your husband only damages you, so please don't"

"I'll tell you what, 'cause I'm not the only one pissed off about what Milkitt's been told"

Still 90% is anger at her nasty words though.

Milkit realized it, so he stopped the flam.

"No kidding, he said he was buying it for me, so I hope it's sweet. It'll be easier that way, won't it?

"I refuse"

"Ahhh."

To put it off, the receptionist was doing it before Flam arrived, letting him resume processing the paperwork at hand.

"No, you know, I want you to issue a license?

……

"Hey hey!

"... Ugh, the slavery. Just shut up and open your crotch to a man."

They said it with half a laugh, and just as fram was the limit.

I thought I'd grab you by the chest and get on the counter.

"Fair enough, don't tell him that."

Then, as we arbitrate, one man came from the referral.

It's about a minute bigger than Flam's head, a skinny guy.

Still, the muscles were firmly attached to the whole body, which seemed tighter than thin.

The thin brown pigment is cut short.

Because it's off, I'm not wearing adventurous gear, but I'm offered a one-handed sword that looks tall on my hips.

"Whoa, lady, I'm sorry you suddenly pinched your mouth. My name is Dayne Finearth. He's an A-rank adventurer here in the guild, thank you."

Flam shook back the hand offered to him in surprise.

His hands were large, his skin thick, and he was bitter.

I call it a scratch on my cheek, a sharp eye, and only a calm look on my face, but I guess my strength is certain.

Otherwise, you can't go up to A-rank.

Anyway, the Adventurer is a start from the F-rank.

The rank rises with the cumulative amount of compensation received so far, but it is difficult to reach that area unless you have enough confidence to receive high requests repeatedly.

"Ella, because of this shitty insecurity, a rookie has come to the West Side guild, don't welcome me. What do we do?"

"But..."

"It's up to your strength to receive your license and then survive beyond. It doesn't matter if you're a slave or a nobleman to the challenge, I think the door should be wide open."

"... if that's what Mr. Dayne would say"

I wonder how powerful this man named Dayne is.

Ella, who had been in bad shape until earlier, broke lightly.

Additionally, Dayne embarks on the counter and stretches her finger to Ella's hand to specify, "Isn't this a good idea?"

The document thus issued before the flam stated 'Delivery of one Warwolf fang'.

Request rank is F.

The map was also given, where the point of appearance of the monster is marked.

"Yes, I'll give you my license at the same time as I complete my assignment."

"You."

When Fram said so in a low voice and received the map, Ella looked blatantly disgusted.

If you're going to be an adventurer, you're going to have a long relationship with her, too.

I sigh in my heart that I just had a natural enemy.

"Mr. Dayne, so that's good, right? Thank you, I'm going to get a license."

Before leaving the guild, Fram turned back to Dayne and bowed his head.

He says, "Never mind," and smiles refreshingly.

Then, as he moved to the introductory office, he returned to the table where his companions and adventurers sat.

"Come on."

"Yes, sir"

When Fram held the hand of nature and Milkit, he followed the guild and headed to the place indicated on the map.

Until those two disappeared, Dayne dropped off her back with a refreshing smile on her face - and as soon as she couldn't see, she laughed like a "fuzz" blowout.

"What do you do, Mr. Dayne?"

A man at the same table asked him.

"As you can see, I just asked you for a license, because I'm sweet."

"It's white. I'm planting something in the request anyway."

"Ma... I just raised the wall a little bit to guide my junior's future."

Saying so, open the white and cloudy liquor poured into the glass.

"Ugh! Kuhehe, look, it's supposed to be a flow of licensing to accomplish F-rank requests, right?

"That's what you're supposed to do."

If only Dayne's Conne could make it through.

"I put that up for you."

"How long?

"A little bit, a little bit. I just gave him the D-rank request by saying F-rank. If you're really talented, I think it should be as easy to take down as Warwolf, I am."

"Isn't D-rank three times the F-rank, or nearly five times stronger monsters if you're bad? You're dead, those kids."

"I had no choice then. Unlike me, I had no talent."

"Ha ha, that's Mr. Dayne!

The adventurers gave a great boost to the food of liquor as the slave girls were tragically murdered.

- "The Brave Coward," Dayne Finearth.

A man who healed with his guild, bound the other adventurers in the West Side, and went through grand injustice by treating some of their rewards as his own merits, and became A-ranked despite his lack of strength.

Unaware of his malice, Flam and Milkit, who had left town, joined hands and headed to the location indicated on the map.