Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

I was on my way to the Troll's nest at the request of the Chief Cleric.

The opponent is a monster who attacked the village of Lorraine and ate and killed children.

In the interests of people's safety, they should also be eliminated promptly.

I don't need subhumans to hesitate. I know that.

I know.

Hi, I'm not very comfortable with trolls, and I really didn't want to fight if I could.

Because they prefer to fight with dignity.

He wants to behave like a samurai in battle while eating people.

I sometimes drink alcohol with people who fought bravely, and sometimes they put treasure on me.

It's not pure evil, there's a part of it that makes you feel familiar.

Around here, it could be similar to the ghosts in the old Japanese story.

Then I'll go on an expedition to Shizukushigajima.

So, the knights of these escorts are going to be domestic animals.

"... it's silly, there's so many of them"

I look at the men around me and say that three dogs is enough.

A total of 300 armed knights are walking around me.

If we raid the country troll with this number of people, I suspect it will be a unilateral massacre.

I'll ask the man walking next door a question.

"You guys, did the clergyman tell you? He asked me to help him."

"Right."

The man was hoarding his chin mustache and looked like he was in his mid-thirties.

Dressed in splendid armor, it makes him see that he was born in a prestigious house.

"This number will kill you, but won't it hurt the pride of the knight?

"You're still not sure what Lord Brave is saying. You don't deserve to live if you ever do harm to a human being."

"What if there's one of their kids in the Troll's nest? Even a sub would raise a child."

"In that case, dinner would be a troll pan"

"Okay, that's enough"

Are the people of different worlds belligerent, or is it because of an era of medieval style?

I don't always feel like I'm sleighing with these guys.

I'm not going to give you a sweet little sermon that there's a reason the enemy should miss you.

If I have to, I sometimes kill regardless of age and sex.

But every time, you feel unspeakable disgust, and you suffer unbearably from the feeling that you are going to get dirty.

For me, subhomicide and the extermination of villains is "I don't like it, but I'll do it".

You can even call it painful.

But looking at the inhabitants of this world, they obviously seem to enjoy doing it.

It may not matter what the difference in mood is after you kill him, but it's still an issue that occupies an important weight in me.

Is it worth protecting a human being who doesn't feel guilty about punishing his enemies?

Or is this, am I too sensitive?

My compliments, Lord Brave.

As I was conceiving alone, as many men as I had just spoken.

What can I do for you, I turn my face?

"There seems to be some dissatisfaction with the number of people. Let's not forget that it was courtesy of the Chief Cleric who made it this far."

"What happened?

"I'm sure he keeps Lord Brave from dying of anything."

Really, I laugh bitterly.

"I think he hates me. I can't push the challenge like a day in a row, and I don't have time to rest. I feel like they're telling me to die in battle."

"Three hundred rides of heavily armed elite, you put them on the escort. It's considered a national hospitality treatment."

"Don't you just want to kill a troll with overwhelming power?

"I wonder if so."

Actually, which is it?

Is it over-protection with the sheriff still having feelings as a companion, or over-powerment with the result of responding to the demand to kill him more brutally?

I can take both, so I don't really know what he meant.

"I don't care."

It doesn't change what I do anyway.

Kill all the trolls.

That was the order I was charged with.

"You see it."

About five hundred meters forward by sight, I could see a mossy cave.

Humidity and darkness. It is the preferred environment for trolls.

I sent the knights a signal to stop.

"I'll scold you."

Tell him, I'll be ahead of him on a small run.

Peek in with just your face and see what's going on inside.

Unique beast odor, signs of creatures. Definitely. I'm in here.

If it's my status, I won't lose if I get in directly from the front first thing, just in case.

The entry of nocturnal ineffective human beings into the dark should have been avoided, except in so many cases.

Subhumans lurking in nesting holes are limited to blurring out.

I turned my left arm sleeve and then activated the sacred sword skill.

"-Sh."

Cut the bottom off the elbow of your left hand with a blade of light generated on your right hand.

"... ugh."

A terrible pain runs through the left half of my body. But this feels like a routine.

There is no particular problem.

Kill your voice and perform restorative magic.

The pain and heat spreads in an instant, and a new forearm grows out of the light.

"Accidental."

When I picked up the old man's left hand rolling to the ground, I put it at the entrance to the nest hole.

From a troll, it is a treat that suddenly emerged.

When they smell human flesh, they are happy to rush over.

But adults are wary, and the first thing that comes first is...

"You're a child."

He glances at Ranlan and a small sub-man pops out of the back of the cave.

Trolls that grow to have nearly three metres of body size are not the same as humans in childhood.

The difference is that my skin is green and I don't have a single hair growing, the more I look adorable compared to goblins.

But because these guys are monsters who eat people.

Because you've got your hands on a human village.

I have no choice but to capture the troll child, chanting in my chest.

He's a nasty kid with a crude hip minotaur on.

It looks like a human mischievous child to be exposed crying and crying to let go.

The feeling is he's a kidnapper, and he's begging me not to have my conscience.

But I am the one who can suppress it with reason and a sense of duty.

I'm not a lost boy anymore, I'm a twenty-five brave man.

Call the knights and order them to tie up the trolls.

"Don't block your mouth. It's better to leave him crying and do his bait job."

Instruct him to keep it in a prominent position.

"The parents of this kid will come out first, so I'll tail him from them"