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A monster that contains perhaps human elements… Let's call it a human warcraft.

Whether he probably detected a source of heat like a snake, or a vibration like a bat, the human warcraft, who confirmed Shirley without an eye, stretched out countless hands and feet at the same time that were very similar to that of those who constituted his own body.

The number of fists, kicks, palms and knives coming at the same time is not human, a continuous attack incomparable to that of a lined organism. Shirley looked slightly at the difference between what she had heard and what she had heard before the series of shots.

(That's a nastier attack and speed than I was hearing)

For the first three D-rank adventurers who encountered this human warcraft, they were told that it was to the extent that they would wield arms much longer than humans.

Shirley also has to admit that this is unexpected because it has split the hands and feet that make up itself as if it suddenly unravels the rope and has attacked simultaneously at a rate that will probably be difficult to deal with even in the C-rank.

(Evolving...? Or didn't give it all...? You deviate from nature, not just from appearance, but even from behavior)

It's impossible for an organism to change its ecology in a short period of time, and it's hard to imagine that it probably doesn't mean it to an understated opponent.

The wild is always filled with struggles for survival. Unless you're a very high-ranking demon, it doesn't make any difference what kind of aggressive creature you are going to kill with all your might, no matter if your basement is your opponent.

(If that's not why you're intelligent, you can't even be seen in the wind of being special high... what the hell kind of creature is that?

and Shirley, who had been thinking about that for a long time until the attack reached.

That's too fatal a gap in battle. The warcraft laughed instinctively at his thought-provoking prey as if he had fronted his enemies.

"……… Hmm."

But the dozen hands and feet that were coming toward Shirley, along with a short voice that was just saying it was as if it were not to be lowered, were slashed and thrown away instantly by a two-wielded curved sword summoned at her disposal.

The sword muscle goes aside, and the White Sword Ghost puts the human warcraft within its own time before the human warcraft, literally inadvertently stuck his hands and feet, recognizes the pain toward the slashing space of divine speed, where even the shadow cannot be followed and even the slashed feeling is delayed by a few seconds.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!

Kick the earth just a step. In fact, the human warcraft was also a Shirley who tried to break its pulse at an unnoticed rate, but there he finally recognized the pain, and the human warcraft raises a similar scream from the countless mouths where white teeth peek, to the golden cuts.

Its roar, sublimated to ultrasound, cracks the trees and becomes powerful enough to put a crack in the earth to strike Shirley, but the sound being interpreted is sound.

Normal people would break their eardrums or keep their ears down and stop moving to prevent them from doing so, but Shirley is a semiimmortal (immortal) with compulsive and unusual physical restoration abilities instead of consuming strength and magic.

The tympanic membrane is torn so that it does not take a second to undo, and there is no other damage. So I cut it off, and I didn't care about wasting my time trying to swing through the curved sword, but...

"!?

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!?

Even though it was a gap that she would be able to ignore the damage and turn it into hundreds and hundreds of pieces of flesh at all times, she dared to rush off the spot and instead threw a sword of both hands into two pieces, in her countless mouth.

"……… Hmm."

While watching the monster move in pain, Shirley is slightly surprised as she suppresses her ears.

The fact that some kind of magical force had been conferred on the current blast wave was alien and discernible. It probably bracketed high that it was something that raised the volume of my voice to the maximum value, but it wasn't.

This is extremely vicious than such a thing. It is an extremely lethal roar of death that directly impinges on the brain via the ear. It is only a by-product of this, such as an increase in volume.

And that makes it a huge threat to semiimmortals like Shirley. Semi-immortals are beings whose soul and flesh have been transformed by mental abnormalities… their spiritual influence on the brain is much greater than that of normal humans.

(I see…… is that why it is a natural enemy against the semiimmortal?)

When that happens, you can't make a far-fetched attack. I don't know if I've read Shirley's psyche thinking that way, but the human warcraft breathes in from countless mouths all over his body at the same time as the pseudo-generated two-wielded sword extinguishes in fantasy alchemy.

Perhaps the next thing to be released is the highest firepower of the human warcraft. Spent the magic of the whole spirit, the cry of doom destroys the brains of the semiimmortals... the moment you try to unleash such a blow -

"Well, still too late."

The movement is a few times faster than the first one.

It is nowhere near leaving no shadow. Perhaps because of his lack of eyes, he passed his body at such a speed that he was not recognized by the human warcraft that he would have superior detection abilities, and he stabbed a rapier in the mouth of all his body without mistake.

"...........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

If this happens, most organisms can't sustain their lives. Neither did the human warcraft leak into the example, and he lay down on the ground making a dozen noises as he sprayed zero blood bubbles from his whole body's mouth.

"Phew... crusade complete"

His mouth was damaged, but he broke it off as necessary to prevent him from exercising a dangerous technique, and Shirley summoned the rope and ! (Oz) at hand, then wrapped the human warcraft around it and fastened it, and began to carry it with an arm reinforced by Highrise.

"Yeah...... eh. It's heavy on boulders."

Originally Shirley was luxurious, and there are limits to using physical enhancement magic. While slightly regretting that he might have asked Asterios to come with him, Shirley desperately took him out of the woods, left him in a demon-free junction, and then went off to the nearby countryside to rent a luggage.

Shirley hurried back to the neighboring city with a human warcraft on his podium, using communications magic tools set up at a rural rally point and having a dragon ride dispatched with a chariot drawn from the Dragon House of the Alliance.

When he had handed over the remains of the human warcraft to the guild and finished reporting in detail from the impression he had had when he met him to what he had been like in the battle, it was already just before the sun set, and Shirley tried to rush home to dine with his daughter -

"Oh, wait a minute, Mr. Shirley"

"…… Huh?

"Hih."

What the hell? At a time like this. If we don't hurry up, we'll have less time for family reunion by preparing meals for our beloved daughters.

In the wake of such a mixture of thoughts and killer glances, Yumina, the tempered person who called her off, can pull herself off as much as she wants, but there is a receptionist who deals with adventurers and unreliabilities of hundred wars and smells at all times. If you don't lose because you're so awesome, I'll just tell you the point.

"Actually, right? I brokered a letter from Saru asking him to deliver it to Mr. Shirley from me and send me a reply immediately."

…………

Shirley frowns unexpectedly. It sounds like a letter from someone you don't know from anywhere, but this rhetoric means a letter from someone you can't easily speak to.

"What about that letter?

"This is it."

At first glance, it looks like a very ordinary letter. No wax was used, no sender was written... but instead only one sentence, 'To you who preferred lemonty on a summer day', was written in the envelope.

(Who knows my aristocratic days......?

Now that I have become a civilian, I rarely have a chance to drink a spilled drink called tea, except for entertainment in the guild, Shirley, but I preferred refreshing lemon tea on a hot day during the Noble Lady.

I somehow can't imagine Alberto remembering that, and it wasn't just a matter of passing on preferences from blood. Then there's only one person in the erasure method who knows Shirley's old preferences.

(Princess Philia............?

When I opened the envelope I received and looked at the letter inside, it must have been the letter of the girl who was once supposed to be my sister-in-law, connected by more bonds than my real sister.

Probably been around brokering royalty. When I read the letter, which was easily inferred that it would contain extremely sensitive content, there was a brief account of Shirley's words, his sudden apology for the letter, and the subject matter.

"■ ■ … Does Master Shirley know about the treasure sword passed down to the Wolves family? If you know anything, I'd love to know the details. '

Even though she doesn't get angry when she writes about her sister...... Shirley sighs after seeing it rewritten and recalls about the treasure sword in the matter.

The anecdote of the treasure sword passed down to the famous house of the imperial martial arts is a popular category, but the treasure sword passed down to the Wolfus family is many mysteries because it never came out on the surface stage, although it is unclear whether there are any circumstances.

The inheritance passed down to other countries also flows to the Adventurer Guild, but there is always ambiguity about the Wolfus family sword. I don't even know the name.

For one theory, a sword that can follow demons. A sword that just makes you strong to hold. Shirley only knows so much about the sword that heals people and the fact that all the rumors of non-unitary power is a demonic weapon that walks on its own... I'm sorry I can't seem to help you, but when I try to tell you that, the words that I thought back through my brain.

- - Clarent is a sword that symbolizes prestige. And the other wave can only be conveyed to the head of the Wolves family and the couple of emperors as a precept. Sooner or later, you and Alberto will sit in the chair of the Emperor and Queen, and the time will come to speak from my mouth.

First emperor, Legrand's words come back to the back of his brain. And why Philia sent such a letter...... there is only one answer I can derive from it.

(Grand Wolfus rumbling)

Reminds me of the figure at the bottom of my memory. He was not a knight in a bad way, trying to take people's fried feet on something. I remember even during the previous divine game, I had a drooling eye mixed with jealousy.

What if that gran is abusing a treasure sword? Perhaps this letter is also a warning, please take care of Sophie and Tio's safety.

(Even so, there is only speculation that the example sword has a disturbing element...... speaking of which)

Only one reminds me of someone who knows the secret of the treasure sword and who could possibly tell Philia about it.

Shirley wrote to Yumina about them and then hurried back to Villa Taole.

I'm a little late so I'll be dining in Villa Taole's dining room, but I can eat with Sophie and Tio. If you think so, it would be worth the hurry to get the job done, Shirley, who was a little wussy, but as soon as she entered the room she was renting, her thoughts would be stiff.

"Mother, something's going on."

"Beryl and Rubeus can fly all of a sudden!?

When I went out this morning, two birds, who were supposed to be chicks, featured beside my two daughters at some point.