Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

Winia chants her spell sharply.

- Spirits.

Only real exhaust serial killers and fanatics can join the profession of spiritualist.

Fools called Spirits only have the chance to kill Hositam people.

It is the same for the spiritual master.

Because good and evil are ambiguous, and they are primitive criminals who have no aversion to murder, they can play with spirits.

In the first place, it is unlikely that the murderous monsters had normal sensitivity.

Empathizing with those who have infinite malice towards humanity, and exchanging emotions, is something that no normal human being can ever do.

The main concern of the Spirit is the protection of the environment and nature. And it is the collapse of civilization and the death of man. It is clear that the spiritual master also has similar interests.

Simply put, it's like an imperialist who exploited black people in a sugar cane field. Treat others' lives like garbage only for their own gain and ideas. The murders that occur in the process are so natural that they do not even have a sense of guilt.

After all, it was Hitler and Stalin who were spiritual. And the bad guys are comparable to the Dojo Hideki.

Maybe even cheeks like Leopold II, who committed the Congo massacre, or Paul Fort, who is responsible for the Cambodian Killing Fields, belong to the Spirits!!

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

It was only natural that the moment that thought swirled like a hurricane and struck my brain, a scream burst out.

- Papapod!

I was already sprinting with my knife pointed.

The rear is Winia, and Claudie is assisting in the battle. Unbeatable combat. The opposition spirit and the radical idea of Fusion Judaism amplify my bravery and lift Mana-!

"You imperialist bastard!!!!!"

In a soaring rage, the brown skin on the back of him identified a woman of impressive nakedness. Winia saw that and called it the Intermediate Spirit.

That would be the middle-class spirit of the earth.

This bitch also looked like she was going to hold a man.

What a harmful body!

"Matelis!"

The spirit of the earth cries out in an echoing voice.

Matelis?

That was probably the name of the Spirit. I don't think that matters now. Watch out for flying son attacks and other spirits soon.

I'll cut your breath with a head slash.

"Towers, hit the wall."

- Urgh!

It was then.

A dirt barrier was created in front of them with the sound of the ground turning upside down. It's fast. As a result, their appearance was hidden.

"Chew! Claudie! I don't think there's anyone else! And Winia, get over the barrier!"

After answering the question, she moved as she had asked.

There is no problem if Claudie is entrusted with another spirit.

"Come out, Spiritmaster!"

There is a barrier in the vicinity of the spiritual master, so we can't get into it. There must be tons of murder magic in the back there.

It's tricky to deal with an enemy who's hiding.

Even more so if you can use magic.

- Angry!

Winia shoots a lump of fire at the top of the wall, but the fierce breeze that blows soon blocks it.

- Wei Ying!

This is what the Spirit of Wind did. Seems like those little green spirits are flying up there.

Of course, the presence of a barrier does not give up the attack.

"Come out, you son of a bitch!! If you don't get the fuck out, I'm going in!"

If you are chanting, chant loudly and immediately rush to the side and move toward the back of the barrier, so you can hear the spirit's voice.

"... wait. I don't want to fight."

"What, you bastard?"

That was quite a remark.

"You don't want to fight?"

"I just want them back."

"So what the hell is that nonsense?"

When the Spirit speaks, the upper part of the barrier collapses, revealing their appearance. It's a gesture that you really don't want to fight to break the barrier on your own.

You're asking me to have a conversation even though I'm a sailor?

You son of a... You must be an imperialist, right?

No, it won't.

I know very well that they are serial killers, even though I have never seen them before.

There's a zero chance that the people who carry the crazy spirits to the murder are normal.

Humans are everywhere. If the Spirit moves with the Spirit, he is prepared to face man one day, and it will soon lead to murder. This is exactly the situation.

That makes me wonder.

You don't want to fight?

Are we going to ignore the people who seem a little strong and slaughter the villagers? I don't think they're good spirits. If you're human, you're just gonna kill them all.

Anyway, I had a bit of a question and decided to respond to the conversation.

"Who are they?"

If we can find out for sure about the spirits at this time, it will be easier to deal with them later. And, well, he didn't show us any hostility.

If you asked me to have a conversation, I would be willing to do it.

It's still hitting the wall.

"The ones you guys killed."

The Spirit replied.

The spirit of the land that stands behind him is still with his eyes closed. Is it under control? This is amazing. These guys are real spirits.

You are literally surprised that you control monsters.

"These are the women we killed."

What we killed today is nothing but a horde of amusement and two spirits. I just pretended I don't know, but I think I already know everything, so let's answer it.

"Are you talking about Undine? With Sildra?"

"That's right."

"But I'm already dead, so take what back. The dead don't come back. Like the villagers that Undine killed."

The dead can never come back.

There's an undead, but it's not a monkey's hand, and you can't hit it back. Ghosts and ghosts. Neither are demons. They're already dead.

Lion resurrection is impossible in this world.

"Three. Three villagers are dead... So what are you asking me to return?"

I don't understand what you're asking me to give back.

To a spiritual man with a peculiar sensitivity, is the life of a spiritual man circulated as something that can be recovered even if he dies? And when he asked, he answered in a dark voice.

"... there must be a jewel they left behind. I want it back."

A jewel?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You son of a bitch.

"I don't think it's expensive. I have two, so just give me 20 silver and I'll give it back."

Of course, I'm willing to give it back if I give you the money.

It's a world where money buys and sells.

"... no money. And it's not yours."

"Without money, it's not you, asshole."

I don't know what this bastard is asking for with confidence.

"I killed him, so it's mine."

"... you have no right to do that. The right to kill them, the right to take their souls."

"You don't have one. If you kill a man, you kill him."

"They just killed people to fill their boats. If it's a mistake, it means that all humans are living in sin."

However, the only thing that was certain was that the spiritual bastard was a psychopath. He stared into the air with drug-intoxicated eyes and said,

"What the fuck is this? Can you kill a man if you want to fill his stomach?"

"Even if it's a spirit, if you don't fill your belly, you're dead. You have to eat to live."

"Then you can just die."

Only good spirits die and become nuclei. If a spirit doesn't fill its belly, you can just die.

He replies, sighing as if he was sad, closing his eyes.

"You guys are the same... I'm not trying to understand the spirits. That's why we fight each other and fight forever. Peace is not far..."

I don't know what the hell this is.

Are you drunk on your own mind, not on drugs?

"No, I understand. What do you understand? It's not like I don't understand. It's like your son. First, let's understand that spirits and humans are different."

Well, isn't that right for a fucking horse?

It was nonsense to argue that we are fighting, refusing to fight each other, and that peace is not far away, and that it doesn't matter if Woundee is hungry and eaten.

I don't understand it at all, but this bizarre idea seems to be complete as a plausible logic in the head of that spiritual bastard.

I'm not normal either.

This is how you can interact with spirits because accidents are so different from normal people. Certainly, there is nothing I can think of as other than spirits and spirits.

"People dig up land and kill livestock to survive. If you can understand that, you can also understand that spirits eat people..."

"Then you can be eaten."

I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to say.

Spirits were suicide seekers.

As he said, you can feed yourself to the spirits.

"... that's not what I meant."

"No, it's nothing, asshole. No, it's fucking ridiculous. All you have to do is throw it in your body."

"I have decided to serve the unity of man and spirit. If you give me my body, I'll give you a heads-up."

Well, yeah. I'm sure it is.

It's not a good word... but let's do it roughly.

Good words are easy to say. All you have to do is talk. Even if you insist on keeping good words for others, you don't seem to protect yourself. That is the nature of the human race.

Even if you are a spiritual person, you say that because you are human.

"So you don't want to search, so let the weak die instead, don't you?"

"... I can give you my body. But if I die, it's over. There's no one else to talk to for harmony."

"Well said. Yeah, that's the end of it when you die. But not you, and everyone else. If you die, it's over."

When I answered, he frowned and closed his mouth.

Of course I don't want Zi to die.

"..."

I couldn't understand it, but it was a beneficial time to get to know the spirit. Though he has been asking for a conversation without showing any hostility, I think this should never be spared.

He stands in the position of a pure monster, not in the position of a human. So it's natural that I don't understand.

As there is no truth in the world, it is incomprehensible if the race and the living environment are different. Just as fish and pigs are different.

If a pig goes into the water and lives, he drowns. When the fish come up to the ground, they say they will discuss equality.

Differences are manifestly present in reality and therefore cannot be reconciled. Not even a compromise is possible if you have a life there.

That's the story.

"So, what did your spiritual friend come here for? To find Undine?"

"... that's right. I'm here to find her because I feel Undine. You killed him."

"What do you want me to do to find Undine?"

"I was going to take him. I've only been killed by humans since I've been here."

Are you here to get rid of monsters near town?

Though the idea was impure, it was the right thing to do.

Yes. He's a spiritual man, so I know that.

Monsters that appear near the town and do damage to it will die. Because the system of the human world never spares such beings. So if you're here to clean it up, you can tell me you did good.

Of course, we'll just go somewhere else and kill them.

Taking him here doesn't change the fact that he kills elsewhere.

"It actually happened... and she lost her life. With Sildra I sent you."

"You killed a man, so of course you should. Well, don't get too upset."

You will soon be.