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

Shortly after finishing the fight with Anzu, Flam was in trouble.

Because even though the items needed to get licensed are Warwolf's fangs, they all fit in Anzu's stomach.

"Luxuriously, I only eat my upper body, you gourmet...!

Flam didn't even know what exactly was a luxury in his upper body, but he got annoyed anyway, so he kicks Anzu's body.

When it comes to looking for Warwolf now, the sun goes down.

Besides, in the dark woods of the night, there is no guarantee that she will be safe if she wears out and engages with the monsters.

Then there was only one way to get the requested item.

"Do I have to get hungry?"

Anzu's fur was hard and the meat was thick, but if it tasted like a cut of soul eating, there were no children.

But when I sank the blade into the belly of a monster lying in need, and dragged my organs out - more than dirt, I was to struggle with an intense odor.

Fortunately, the stomach was quickly found, as was the undigested upper body of Warwolf from the inside.

But sticking your hand inside that organ where the mucus pulls the yarn and dragging it out is pretty hard, no matter how much you say you're used to poking animals in the countryside.

Pinching his nose with one hand, turning away, he softly inserts his finger from the cleavage he put in with his sword.

"Ugh," my voice leaked unexpectedly to the raw and warm feeling that

Still, he inserted his arm in the back and grabbed it around the nose of Warwolf's head, pulling it all out at once.

Throw it away the moment you put it outside and put your hand painted with clear mucus close to your face, a strong odor strikes directly at Flam's brain.

"Ugh, no, no!

She screamed yellow, rubbing her hands against the trunks of near-field trees and the grass on the ground, but never completely removing the smell.

One more kick in the troublesome Anzu until after he dies, he sighs and drops his shoulder, goes into the task of getting back on his mind and cutting off Warwolf's fangs.

This also required a cumbersome process of cutting off Warwolf's mouth with a scarecrow procedure, but it is easier than dragging it out of Anzu's belly.

Thus, Flam succeeded in obtaining the requested item.

And then I want to think that if I can carry it to the guild, I can finally get a license and become an adventurer......

"I'm talking about that receptionist, and if I succeeded in my request, I made it succeed, and it's going to be boring again."

In order to reveal the nose of such an unfavourable woman, I want another push, not just to accomplish the request.

To that end, I want to bring back some of Anzu.

"I guess I'm sad. My lack of knowledge. I wonder which part of Anzu is in high demand, I have no idea."

Naturally, there are high and low sites of value in the monster.

The amount of material a flam can carry that doesn't even have a backpack is not as great.

In other words, the area of Anzu that you can bring home is at best the best in one place.

Even if you possess the tools to carry, there are still limits to how much you possess.

Knowledge to determine the value of an item is also needed to make more efficient money.

Besides, unless you have a large capacity magic bag that applies an epic equipment storage mechanism, it is a substitute that is out of reach unless you are also an S-rank adventurer.

"For now, I think it's fangs."

Not just Warwolf, but Monster's fangs were a staple material when making weapons, protective equipment, and accessories.

Strike and sever the hard Anzu fangs with a few soul eaters.

And he fell, and lifted it with both arms.

Surprisingly heavy...... but not enough to carry.

Fram walked out to Milkit, clutching Warwolf's fangs firmly in his palm.

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The sun is completely down, and the book of the night is coming down.

With the bug ringing to the BGM, Milkit sat on a stump at the forest entrance, anxiously laying her eyes down, holding her hand at her chest, waiting for the Lord to return.

Three hours have already passed since I broke up with Flam.

The battle must be over by now, because if you don't come back soon, it's a crazy time.

"I... look forward to your husband's return"

I may never see you again.

Thinking about it, my chest hurts.

Never in my life have I been interested in the lives and deaths of others.

Even if it was her own husband, for her it was just a device to give her a small amount of food as consideration for abusing herself.

It could indeed have been an unfortunate life from the point of view of a human being who has lived normally.

However, if I split myself as an emotionless doll, it would have been easier for me not to have to worry about relationships with others.

"This is not an easy relationship."

If Flam survived and came back here.

Life from there, tomorrow or the day after, is probably unimaginable in today's mill kit.

Equal, allowed to laugh, treated as a person, and maybe this ugly face will heal.

Instead, the more you indulge, the greater your grief when you lose it.

I must be constantly frightened by the fear of loss at the same time that I am healed by her kindness.

"But I also want to see the future ahead"

I hate to hurt.

I don't like pain either.

Just because you can tolerate it, it's not like you didn't yearn for a life where you can't inflict pain from others.

However, the feeling of giving up "there's nothing I can do where I want” was greater than rejection.

"Phew... finally an exit. Ah, I'm tired...!

You can hear the girl in Milkit's ear thinking about it, or the girl snagging.

Standing up, looking at the woods, there was a figure of Fram with more blood, huge fangs, dirty hands, and unfamiliar luggage than the last time I saw him.

"Your husband!

I'm glad you're okay.

The moment I saw her in five satisfied bodies, it was those words that came to my mind, naturally, a little, but also the mouth, laughing.

I'm sure that's the answer.

I never get to a convincing conclusion that I was worried, but my instincts know what to do.

Milkit slowly rushed over to the flam walking this way.

Seeing that look, she grins.

"I'm home, Milkit"

"Welcome back, sir"

Milkit attempted to receive some of the luggage held by the flam.

"I appreciate it, but don't you get dirty with clothes and blood? Are you okay?"

"It's not a dirty and troublesome body."

"Too much masochism... if you're going to name my slave, take care of yourself more"

Saying so with half a laugh, Flam hands over Warwolf's fangs.

Anzu's fangs were just too heavy to let the mill kit hold them.

"By the way, my lord, I know that big fangs belong to Anzou, but what's wrong with your hands?

"Oh, this is - until you come back to the entrance, find the body of the white-boned adventurer."

In the dark, Flam accidentally kicked something hard in his foot and accidentally dropped Anzu's fangs and screamed when he saw the rolling snuggle.

You may not think of your body as a human reaction torn apart, but apart from that and this, scary things are scary.

If you look closely, the body has no lower body.

After a moment, Flam may be the fruit of an adventurer who went into the woods hunting for Warwolf and was killed by Anzu as well.

The body is falling to the ground with armor and hands wrapped around it.

Seeing that gear, she remembered when she was at the Fuji Brave Party.

- I want to be of some use to everyone, but there's very little I can do.

Flam at the time was deploring his helplessness.

There's nothing one can do about it, then you have to ask others to teach you.

All the people who travel together are top notch warriors.

I could feel myself, being useless, burdening them even more, but unexpectedly some were happy to take it on.

Fram was so miserable that he may have dated me out of sympathy, but she thinks.

Now, one of them is Gadio Lascat, the star crusher.

Black armor on a huge body, and even silent, Buddha top face, scared of his face - and he's the one who releases an aura that's stunningly hard to get close to, but surprisingly, he's good to take care of.

His physical abilities were too low for him to use, but he also taught him some swordsmanship, and how he felt as an adventurer.

"Corpses are often rolling on the battlefield. Not many of them wear superior gear. So I'm happy to bring it back as a temporary income, except for some confident people '

Do you have the body gear?

'You won't have to kill even your gear just because the user is dead. If you want to denounce the deceased, you should make the most of it. "

"But somehow, it's stained with resentment and all that. Aren't you afraid?

"Is Flam a Tachi Who Believes That"

"Oh, I'm sorry! Adventurers need to be more realists. '

'No, that's fine. Take care of that feeling. Indeed, as I say, the equipment of the dead can be stained with resentment of the former possessor'

'Do you really have one!?

'Oh, the one that says “curse gear”. It's a troublesome piece of equipment, with reduced stats, never coming off again, and sometimes you just die wearing it. That said, if you don't even fail to use the scan, you won't be caught in the curse. "

'Um, me, I can't even use a scan...'

'Huh, you did. Then find your people, and that's the best. Adventurers shouldn't move alone, sometimes they push their backs, sometimes they pull me back, they need a partner like that'

- This is such an act of “class” he gave to Flam.

What we need now is, among other things, the part where "the equipment of the dead can be stained with resentment from the former possessor”.

When Flam tried to scan every piece of gear at his feet to try it, one of them had what he thought was cursed gear.

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Name: Blood Painted Steel Gauntlet

Quality: Rare

[This gear reduces your muscle strength by 82]

[This Gear Reduces Your Magic Power by 101]

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Exactly inferior to Epic gear, but still a total of 183, enough status to reduce the "Ginger" amount.

Flam crouched and approached the body, "I'm sorry!" He joined his hands and then pulled his hand out of the bone.

If Gadio's words are true, the owner should never resent her.

"- That's why."

"Oh, curse gear, is it..."

Asking how he got his curse gear from Flam, Milkit stared at his hands in a complicated mood.

"It doesn't look like Enchant will ever act without putting his arms through it, so I think he's fine for what he has. If you still don't like it, I still have it."

"No, even I carry heavy fangs, so you can't make it easier for me to be a slave"

"Seriously. Well, that helps."

Thus the two men who made the rendezvous returned to the king's capital.

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The sky was completely darkened, and the king's capital was showing a different buzz than it was at noon.

In the streets illuminated by demonic guidance lamps, more exposed women hear noisy noises from inside the liquor-like shops.

There were many drawings, and sometimes a man who approached me with a smile looked blatantly unpleasant when he saw the marks on Flam's cheek and left.

"It's been a long night."

"Yes, I'm worried my guild isn't closed"

Flam was just thinking the same thing.

The guild sign didn't say anything like special opening hours.

"I also have a liquor store just named after the referral office, and I'd like to think it's okay. I just don't think you want to spend the night with these fangs."

Go for the Adventurer Guild while we have that conversation.

When I arrived I heard the hustle and bustle of drunken adventurers from inside, just like any other tavern.

There seemed to be no need to worry.

With his shoulders, he pushed open the entrance door, and as he entered the facility, several gaze pierced the flam.

When I first came, it was a colour of hostility, but this time some noise is mixed up.

In addition, some of them made bets on the lives and deaths of two people, as well as the appearance of those who posed as guts.

"Oops."

When Flam put Anzu's fangs in front of the counter, the receptionist, Ella, pulled her cheeks.

"Yes, this is what I asked for"

Warwolf's fangs received from the mill kit roll onto the counter.

When Eela touched it with her finger, she glanced abominably at the flam.

"Now that means you pass the exam, right?

"... this, this"

"What?"

"This is not working! You filthy slave, you can't be an adventurer!

Ella, calling to hysterics, threw it across Flam's face as she gripped her fangs.

But it never hits.

Because Flam caught a white curved object looming in front of him with one hand.

And again, put it on the counter to make it look like Ella.

"Give the reward to the adventurer who fulfilled the request, isn't that the guild's job?

"Knock..."

"Buy me another one."

When Anzu's fangs were put on the floor, the counter's desk swept to its weight.

"Hey, what... this"

"C-rank monster, Anzu's fangs. I ran into him when I was looking for Warwolf. So I took him down and brought him some parts that were going to be material."

Alliances may buy materials in demand even if no collection request has been made.

Of course, it would be more gold to sell to the human being that the adventurer needed directly, but many brought it into the guild because it would take no effort.

"C-rank, is that...?

The girl, who was supposed to be killed by Warwolf, defeated a monster more than that, and returned.

Before the hard facts to believe, Eela can no longer but cease to believe.

Then, turning into a silent girlfriend, two men come from the tavern looking like Gorotsuki.

"Come on, lady, don't lie to me. Anzu? There's no way you can defeat a big monster like you, a slave lady. You're the one we can party to finally fight, right? Besides, I saw it on the scan, but I don't think they can even fight F-rank. That's a status. I don't even have decent gear. You should tell a more decent lie even if you're lying, you know?

Man A said as he was thin and niggly.

"Oh, and... let it live. What's that smell? Whose body fluids? Miss, how many men are holding you? Oh, I see, you've been purchasing some material with that money. Has he also caught an adventurer and gotten material instead of money? Then whores are better suited than adventurers."

Man B says with his hand in his pocket, with his face close -

"Flam punch!"

Flam, who was blue-minded at the temples as he listened, finally couldn't stand it and let his fist plunge into the face of man B., who had approached him.

From the middle of nowhere, having eaten a punch at Moro without a guard, he falls behind, giving him a bloody bump from his nose.

"Nah, man!

"Uncle, what is the Adventurer Rank?

"Ah? Me and this guy are D!

"Heh. A D-rank adventurer is strong enough to fall down with a blow if he gets a punch from a girl with a status of 0"

"I'm kidding. Yeah, yeah!

The furious man pulled his sword from his waist and attacked him.

Flam waits for him to get some closer before quickly pulling through the soul-eater than the subspace.

Gohh!

The blade swept through the sky, and the tip of the sword drew an arc, waving its neck precisely and unbeatably.

The man who notices, stifles his body and stops his legs on the spot.

Then the sword is at the same time perfectly still just before it hits the neck.

Only a little more flam can help, wipe up the bloodshed from your neck, and the man will be killed.

"No way, epic equipment......!

"I'm cursed,"

Fram, who decides that his opponent has lost his will to war, once again holds his sword in subspace.

Then the force fell out of the man's body and collapsed from his knees to the ground.

"Now you know I'm not lying, right?

That's what I say, Flam laughs so well at Eela.

There was still a seep of remorse in Elia's expression, but no more can she refuse to issue it at her discretion.

The completion of Warwolf's request for tooth delivery was processed and the Adventurer's License was in Flam's hands as a reward.

She put that card up in heaven and looked happy to see her name inscribed and the letter "F-Rank Adventurer”.

Plus, you successfully complete the purchase of Anzu's fangs and get enough money to play around for two people for a few days combined with the rewards of the request.

Flam, who received what he received, left the guild with Milkit as he waved flickering toward Eela.

The moment he knocks on the door, Flam exhales loudly, letting his arms slouch and pull his strength out of his body.

"Huh... oh, I'm nervous..."

The expression that had always had an invincible grin turned into something sloppy, and the appearance of a girl with a personalized adventurer in her hand was no longer there.

"You're annoying, my husband"

Milkit, who was aware that the flam was impossibly strong, quickly wanders the Lord.

"Yeah, I'm pretty tired"

Fram shook her hand so that she could be sweet on such a mill kit.

I'm so used to it, I immediately gripped the mill kit back.

"It's as expected that Ella would resist, but I didn't think she'd get tangled up by adventurers. But Dayne, the best of evil, is gone, and I'm glad he's sad."

"I also got the Inn bill, and I guess that would have been a good idea today"

"Right. Then hurry up, rent some inn and take a bath - so why don't we go buy some clothes tomorrow"

"Yes, I think your husband should wear prettier clothes"

Flam laughs bitterly at the answer too much as expected.

"I thought I'd say that. Of course I'll buy you a mill kit, right?

"Don't worry, I'm a slave"

"So that means an order from my husband. I'll definitely buy the mill kit tomorrow."

"Oh no..."

Milkit leaned down, bewildered.

When they say they buy clothes, they don't know what's good for them.

Besides, most importantly, it's because they assume with you what you wore in such an ugly look wrapped in a bandage.

Seeing her like that, Flam stroked her head with a bump.

"Don't hesitate, let's have some fun together. Right?"

Milkit's chest squeezes at the unholy grin she is directed at.

It's an emotion I don't know.

If this is a sign of what you chose, what's in the future to walk with Flam...

"... Yes"

Kokun, shook his head vertically.

Accept.

And I'm going to be a different me now.

The girl who lost everything and the girl who didn't have everything.

The two men, even abandoned by God, held hands and now, exactly, took the first step in a new life.