Gang of Yuusha

When Vermond was ten years old, he was slightly addicted to lead.

He was a miner in a lead mine, but because of the poor working environment. He was a growing boy, but his family was poor and his work was natural. Cash income from the proprietors of the lead mines was also salvation for the people of the North and played as important a role as the stockpiling of food.

I worked barefoot peeking at the tough supervisor's complexion. The fingertips of his hands went black and he was constantly plagued by migraines and abdominal pain, a breakdown in his sense of equilibrium and anaemia symptoms.

When his medical condition worsened and he couldn't work, he read the magic book with yellow eyes as he lay on the floor.

I had found a vision for the future in my childhood. We decided to seek a different way of working than manual labor. I was attracted to the mechanism of manipulating objects without moving the magician's hands and feet. I honestly thought I should be able to produce something without doing anything.

Luckily, Vermond had qualities.

However, acquiring skills as a mage through self-help efforts did not authorize the Association of Mages. He was asked that he had to pass three years of school attendance and a qualification exam, which he declined. First of all, because I couldn't twist out the high tuition costs. If society wouldn't approve even if they were capable, they had to ignore it.

Instead I decided to work as a breakthrough technician.

The magic of the bombing I wore was exquisite. I knew the mine well, so I knew where the mine vein was, and I knew how to destroy it might be efficient for the workers.

When the mining effort became less onerous, it quickly gained a reputation, and Vermond pulled among miners.

When I could make money, I made room. I never lived without eating or eating, and I was able to marry a daughter I liked. Luckily, I was blessed with a cute baby too.

I vowed to make the family I would make something I wouldn't have to be hungry, not even ill.

Days went well, but lead poisoning progressed.

Even though I know it's not good, it's because I've been involved in the mine. In the end, that's all I knew. My inner fear of going to the outside world was a fatal mistake.

Paralysis of the hands and feet was also terrible, but the worst that could have happened was color perception.

All I could see was the world of white and black monochrome. Severe color blindness. Strangely enough, some of the colors were visible. That was the look of my wife and daughter. The doctor who checked that the psychological part was working said. He said he could see the color of things that would support his mind. That's what I hope for.

When my daughter suffered from Devil's Ice Disease, she had no choice but to dye her hands in the back operation, not to mention the cost of the drug as a breaking technician's income.

That's how I realized.

The redness of the blood that is shed can also be seen as a color.

The cruel part of me also supports my heart.

It was a pleasure to see the colors. Now that I don't have a family to love, the only joy for Vermond is bloodshed. Because when you look at color, you get the feeling that you're alive.

"Vermond OOOOOOOOOOO!!"

Released from his thoughts, Vermond, who was running through the forest, looked back in anger.

There's a woman approaching me with great speed. Don't get caught up, I thought. Leskia is shaking her blonde hair and shining her eyes like a demon. I'm not going to get away. Accelerated magic lasts about a few minutes. He was captured just a few moments to Wild Jack's castle. I was careless, but I had to change direction.

Run into the depressed woods and hide yourself in the grocery woods.

I have witnessed the qualities of "Legs of Industry" many times.

Her moves are gorgeous, but for that matter, easy to read. If there's a barrier called trees, I know the trajectory.

The qualities of a brave man are also the same as witchcraft and manipulated by men, so there are weaknesses.

"'Countless bloomers,'"

Tighten the boundaries of the bubbles - but scatter them.

By floating the chavon balls in the air, it became an enemy feature. It is also possible to be attacked from a blind spot.

As I practiced the magic of the flames, a lonely shadow popped out of the darkness.

"Huh!"

A fearsome kick of divine speed came from the bottom. It was only at once that the sesame grass was swept away, the blue grass scattered in the darkness, and the smell of the grass juice was full. Jump out of the crater and fly. Hit the target with the magic you practiced after spinning backwards in the air.

"" Flaming feathers. ""

Multiple butterflies flicker - the fitted Leskia swung her legs diagonally up and dropped them. As a kicking move, the magic was fogged even though it was a cluttered trick. The moment Vermond tried to land, an anomaly occurred from under his leg. The hem of the trousers is tight. The force field weighed both legs and tied them to the ground.

"It's late. Yikes!

"Damn..."

Shit, it's too late when I think about it. Countless kicks struck the flesh. It rains and gets hit from torso to head simultaneously. It's a painful sandback. Without the magic barrier, there would have been holes everywhere. My bones screamed. The flesh swells and the vision stains red.

Less than a second later, he was slapped into a dozen shots, and Vermond was flown into the meadow.

What makes the flesh fall?

I rolled in big letters on the ground and had severe pain and difficulty breathing.

"Ah, gu..."

"You looked too sweet and left room to deal with it, didn't you?

Run away - it's true I looked sweet.

They screwed me up and mishandled me. Because I was prepared for the battle against Louis Hawk.

The green light looking down makes my spine cold. It kills me as it is.

We need to buy time and practice magic.

"Revenge for the little girl I killed..."

"That's right. Don't you think anyone would be mad if they killed a friend?

"That girl was dyeing her hands over her hair! Cursed job!

When I shouted, the look on Reschia's face shook a shadow.

"Of course, I think Liquorice should have been rewarded, too. Yeah, I might have taken it. There's a stream in the world, so I guess I'm going to go around and pay my ass somewhere... but I can't let you kill a innocent girl today. I'm sorry, but I'm gonna smash your throat and let you take away your talent as a magician."

The innocent girl - the daughter of the implied wild jack - yes. Any guy, it's time to pay for the bump. Whatever you turn into, you need a reward. “Later” will reward you as much as you want.

"'Running Windman,'

"Mm-hmm."

Shiuu, and a tornado rolled up. Magic wind blades winding up from the earth to the sky spin. Reschia retreated. Vermond floated his flesh into space and cast another sorcery. The flame curtains crept into the hollow, eventually compressed and clumped together, and exploded, wondering if they had condensed into a single point.

Traveling in a blast is your wife's hand.

Vermond went for the castle, smelling the smell of burnt clothes. According to the magic of detection, the place where the intended person is located is one of the oblique tower groups.

"We're almost there to die."

Percibel was thinly aware that she was not in the eyes of the enemy.

Step down the basement stairs with a blur, thinking of the lack of presence, and stand in front of the Alchemy King's workshop. Fortunately, there were no guards. Is it because Louis Hawk was there?

Ha - exhale for a long time and knock wooden doors tightly, greeting out of between.

"Um... this is Percibel, your friend of Elle's. Hello -"

I didn't hear back.

The door was open, so I peek at my fearful half. It looks like an alchemist's office, with a chemical odor. Percibel could understand what he was dealing with just smelling it.

The yellow potion of the detoxification system dominates.

It smells like incense. It shrinks the stomach and also feels chilly tingling on the skin.

But the Alchemist's workshop was less than I imagined.

The experimental equipment was sorted out in a single piece of cake, and roughly all the equipment was for one person, and it seemed like a mess. Still, experimental chemicals are rarely on the workbench. There are also signs of use.

The walls were lined with bookcases. When I looked at it, all the back covers faded and the letters were faded. The focus is on old books. There were also instruments, but modern times were already excluded, such as prisons and coffin-shaped devices for human experiments. They still don't look like I've moved them for decades either.

"Are you a thief?

"Huh?"

The voice I heard.

I look around - there's just a noise of beeswax burning jizz.

"Here."

Noticed tip - tilted round bottom flask bottle.

My eyes were floating in the dark liquid. My eyes glanced at Percivel just momentarily. I took a breath. It's a magical creature.

What can I do for you in my lab, young lady?

"Wow... that's disgusting"

The old man's voice squished to a relentless curse.

"Whoa...... keep your foot in people's labs and say what"

"... Is it Master Wildjack?

"I don't know. As the birth parent of the hypochon," Alchemy King means me. "

It was a hard story to believe by, but I do hear voices from inside the flask. The liquid is holding its mouth. He looked pitiful not to think of himself as the top alchemist, but Percibel put her hand on his chest to be respectful.

"Dear Wildjack, my name is Percibel. I wanted to ask you something."

'Oh... what do you want to hear?

That sounds unexpectedly friendly.

Imagine a good old man. So much so that I don't think I was involved in the massacre.

"Isn't elixir potion to cure Master Elle about touching contraindications? Why did you build something like that?

'There are three reasons. One is for my daughter. I wanted to cure my illness. The second is for my daughter's son-in-law. I felt sorry for him to see him and I wanted to save him. The third is intellectual curiosity. It's the nature of being an alchemist that makes you want to try whether you can really build it or not. "

"But"

"The Lord also made contraindicated potions. Looking at application documents is a hobby. Perfect potion did a great job. If I didn't have a rights relationship, I wanted to authorize you '

"Ah, ugh."

I didn't know it was known, and Percibel dyed her cheeks bright red and lit up.

To be praised by the Alchemy King is an honor in heaven. It is also a medal.

"But it is. And what is this?"

'I get it. But it was too late. We just finished it. That's Elixir Potion over there. "

The flask bottle turned upside down.

I wondered if the liquid would spill, and a little black tentacles became my hands and feet in.

Sounds like Yadkari, Percibel imagined being disrespectful, but glances at the eyeballs.

"Ah."

There, the round-bottom flask was sparkling.

Even those who are not involved in alchemy will be fascinated by its blindness.

The supreme potion made by the king seemed pure gold rather than liquid. It has enough magic to drive people crazy and suck their eyes in. Even every drop that is the contents is a noble thing. Reaching out his trembling hand, the glass surface was limp.

- Beautiful.

The very purity of that potion makes me honestly aspire.

"Do you give this... to Master Elle to drink?

'Huh? Oh, no... well, I can say yes or no'

"Don't you want to help your own daughter? He's also a dear friend of mine."

'... yeah. Well, if you're my daughter's friend... okay. Bring me the elixir potion. Let me see my daughter. I don't even need to do research anymore. Let's End It All'