Foreigner with Dark Hair in Another World

-Yiwuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!

Cool, who had been properly nourished and treated, howled like a beast before his food. Trolls, born of monsters assembled with only pure malice, crawled to the executioner with only their arms.

- Wrinkles.

The arm muscles are impressive. It was thinner than the male adult troll I cut last night, but it was too cold and overflowing to kill. Humans are weak.

- Drakes.

That wasn't cool anymore.

It's just a monster who got the right look back.

"Arghhhhhh!!!! Mr, fuck you! Motherfuckers!!!!!!! Open the door! Open the door!!!"

The executioner with both arms restrained fled like crazy. He knocked on the door of the Arena with his leg, but it never opened again. If you want to break the iron spear with your feet, you will need to use a thousand horsepower.

"Open the door, you bastards!!!!!!"

There is no arming of executioners.

Only his sheep legs were a limited lifeline.

It was a one-sided execution in the first place.

"Son of a bitch, open the fucking door!!!!!!!!"

It would be today's theme to simply show a helpless executioner fleeing and being torn by a troll. Audiences like that.

"Wahahahaha!!"

"Hahahaha! You're crying!"

"Troll! You look so scared!!"

"Hahaha! That guy! Look at that running away!"

The audience laughed joyfully with their fingers at such executions. Nobody sympathizes with him. It was the common idea of those who lived in this age that the wicked should die brutally after being over-represented.

"Hey, executioner! They're coming after Trolls! Get out of here! It's no fun to die in one shot!"

An evil boy in the seat above the executioner's head, clinging to the door, shouted in mockery, and the executioner snapped a needle while having a seizure.

"Son of a bitch! Get down! Come down! I'll curse you!"

"Khh! Run away! Fucking rapist! Get raped by Trolls!"

"Sibaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!! Come down, you son of a bitch!!"

A smile bursts out of the passenger seat.

"Hmm, but Trolls... they look amazing."

"It's a real monster. When I was a kid, one of my neighbors was caught by a troll."

"Inhuman monsters!"

Some were amazed at the appearance of CoolCool. No, that troll is Drakes, the new executioner at the Arena, not CoolCool.

- Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yi

However, unlike the extreme 뻠 supreme god, the legs seemed more bizarre because they felt almost choppy.

The Sanwamuni Mascot puppies came to mind, but they can't be called Sanwamuni.

Drakes, who became the Ancient Hypershan and Monkey, raced to the Arena with only his arms. It's a great speed, but it's much slower than the speed at which humans run.

"Fuck!"

When Drakes approached, the executioner fled hard.

"There is no salvation even if you flee, you wicked bastard! Know your sins and die miserably!!! Celebrate the end with hatred and cursing in one body!"

One day, Elise, who was immersed, shook herself with a loud voice over my head. She really likes this stuff. I grabbed Elise's thigh and fixed it tightly.

Khhhhhhhh!!

The executioner who had fled for a long time was finally captured by Drakes.

Speed itself was faster for humans than for disabled trolleys, but endurance and stamina were stronger for trolleys. There was nowhere to run from in the Arena.

- Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee Yippee!!

CoolCool... what Drakes is looking at now.

The abominable monster lifts the execution. It was as if the demon in mythology was trying to burn another evil being to the sun.

Monster and executioner. There's no better combination than this.

Come on.

- Little one!!!

"Shutdown...!"

Drakes grabbed the executioner and tore him in half.

With a tremendous sound, blood and viscera were scattered on the floor of the Arena. A troll with a monster takes blood and indulges in the flesh of the executioner. Agary is big, teeth are sharp. The monster coveted the meat.

- Natural sights.

"Waaaaaaaaah!!!"

"Orderly God!"

The audience and Elise are enthusiastic about a murder show that seems natural.

Trolls are murderous monsters.

That's the essence and the truth.

When I looked at the view, I remembered the light bulb of Oros. Did the village forgive him or punish him?

- Write it down.

The brutal serial killer Maiza, the terrible rapist, disappeared into Troll's throat like that. It was indeed a legitimate punishment. By the time the body was completely gone, an armed Breeder platoon at the Arena came out with a net and a restraining spear.

I tried to catch the true clue of Fusion Judaism that twirls from the inside out. Righteous madness. The weight of sin. What you should and shouldn't do.

A world that's been rattled by the roar of the audience.

As we concentrate, the sound stops gradually.

In such silence, my consciousness is about to sink inward again.

"Saint, the execution is over."

Elise put her hand on my head and said,

I was awake.

"Do you want me to drop you off?"

"Well... no. Please wait. I want to see the troll go in."

"Uh-huh, yeah."

"Thank you."

That's how the armed breeders dragged Drakes away.

I watched the sights to the end and gave down Elise.

"Elise. Did you have fun?"

"Fun..." I just felt a sense of excitement when I saw something more appropriate than fun. "

"That's what fun is. Entertainment is not fun."

"... I see."

"What, do you want to see another game when you're here?"

"It's okay. Let's get out of here."

Elise and I went right outside.

I went out and talked to him, and Elise's taste was only for gladiators killing monsters and executing criminals. There are only two things.

Fighting gladiators means nothing.

It is Elise's admiration that dying is neither a criminal nor a monster.

I just wanted to see monsters and bad guys die.

"Anyway, Elise. Don't worry about me. I've already recovered everything."

"As you can see, the Saint is really strong."

"Uh-huh, you're stronger. You're better than me."

"No. If I had been stronger than the Saint, I would not have been incapacitated by the sorcery of the Circus."

That part is thought to be a matter of martyrdom. I talked to Elise a little bit and let her break up. Now we have to go write a report.

"Then, Saint. I intend to return tomorrow morning."

"Then I'll go to the gate. Go in well."

"Huhu. Got it. Rest well, Saint. Divine Friends!"

"Yes! We are Divine Friends!"

After I broke up with Elise, I went home.

It's still before lunch time.

"Have you gone out?"

"Oh, Risha, are you awake? I went out for a while."

Upon entering, Risha was sitting on the first floor couch. When I asked, everyone was just getting up and washing. Risha got up a little early. I can hear croaking in the bathroom.

"Huhu, last night was great, too. I can't believe you're playing with her body like that. Isn't he a real jerk?"

Risha smiled and gave me a hug. I naturally wrapped my hand around her waist and stroked her ass.

"It's because Lisa is beautiful."

"Hush... butt..."

"But what about that one on the table?"

On the table was a bracelet from the High Imp that I brought to Risha.

"Ah... confirmation is done. That looks like Pandemonium's stuff is right."

"Oh, I see, Risha. Was the emblem on that bracelet also the language of hell?"

"That's right."

I sat on the couch and listened briefly to the explanation.

The bracelet the High Imp was wearing, it was a hell of a thing. This will make it clear.

It's not just the circus that crossed from hell.

"By the way, won't you tell me more about killing the Circus?"

Yesterday, I omitted to explain it a little bit, so I explained it in more detail. Hildegard's words or purpose. And I told her everything she said.

"That much obsession with his men... I'm sure he'll come back. But rest assured, we will not be able to invade this house where she lives."

When I heard the story, Risha said, tickling my chin as if she were trying to comfort me.

I don't worry much.

I'm never afraid of what I've already won. In the first place, it was because Elise was caught by Hildegard.

"Hmph, that's reassuring."

And I can't believe that the Circus can defeat Risha. Even though the magic power was breaded, the power of one-sided combat was not greater than mine.

"How dare you lay a hand on your mother-in-law's companion? Isn't sin great?"

By the way, the creatures who crossed Hell are weakened, but does that mean that High-imp and Circus are weakened in combat?

"But if it is a woman who can give you affection, she is welcome. The more wives you can free, the better the corporation."

"Yeah? No, that's Claudie's voice."

"There are many similarities between the child's thoughts and the mother's thoughts."

"Oh, my God."

With such shocking remarks, the door to the bathroom opened.

"Huhu, Miss Risha. You say good things?"

"Absolutely."

Claudie approaches as she wipes her head. Claudie and Risha are younger sisters, so they are already very close.

- Zec.

Winia pretends to be indifferent and says to me as small as she passes by.

"Go after the nigger."

"Ugh."

Anyway, since it's a day off, I think we should all wash up and eat together. When he asked me to go out and get some food, Karin threw a towel at my head and said,

"Oh, I'm fucking hungry. Husband, let's eat outside today. Winia knows a good place."

"Let's do it."

Today is a meal.

* * *

"Elise... I will miss you!!"

"I'll miss you, too. But, the Saint and I are reunited!"

Confirmed!

"Ah, yes! You must be reunited!"

"Yes!"

I have no doubt that I believe in reuniting with Elise.

If something goes wrong, I'll run over here and I'll never see you again.

"Our bodies are separated, but we are led by faith and friendship!"

"So let's do it one last time."

"Divine--you mean? Ugh... I'm still a little embarrassed."

If I'm excited, I'm ashamed of myself.

"Shame on you! You don't want to!"

"Oh, no! It's never something you don't want to do!"

Elise yells with a red face.

"Uh-huh."

I quietly stretched out my arms.

I'm ashamed of you, and you shouldn't be yelling.

"Stan, Saint...?"

When I stopped shouting, Elise carefully looked up at my face and reached out her arm with a joyful smile.

"I'll see you in the wall!"

"I see!"

Elise said that she is returning from Krazheim. Upon greeting, the Merchant Guild departs, and Elise shakes her arm and follows her.

Goodbye, Elise.

I went to the adventurer's guild while stretching.

Now you have to make money.

Helping Elise investigate was not so much money. A Bracelet of High-imp. It's clearly a demon's item, so Risha warned you that if you go and trade, you might be in trouble.

He said that if you return it to the church, you may be rewarded. At this time, the holy water is useless, so I decided to keep it at home.

- Woong Sung Woong.

The Adventurer Guild is as noisy as ever.

However, it seems more particularly disturbing today, so after a while, I learned some strange information.

That mansion Copson told me about last time.

I was told that the adventurers who went there were missing. That won't be a problem, but the town along the way is disappearing and so are other travelers.

People are disappearing as a group.

"This is a far-fetched thing."