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

Ooh, there's a roar.

It rings from the back of the cave, trembling and shaking the air.

The birds, fearless, winged from the tree and flew away in unison.

Voices are not one type.

I hear heavy bass screams and slightly higher screams.

Probably the captured child Troll's, father and mother.

If you don't rescue my child, you must forget me and pop out.

I stood in front of the cave in a complicated mood to see if my carnivores were alive.

Take advantage of the properties of the sacred sword skill and install slaughter in front of the entrance.

The ground is fine, just around the ankle.

If I were to string up and set a fall aim trap, it would be about this position.

What I'm after is not foot payment, it's foot amputation.

Needless to say, what happens to trolls who storm in a state of lack of reason.

Footsteps named Dosdos, the sound of cuts of meat, and unusual screams.

"GOOOOOOOOOO!"

You see, I close my eyes.

All we have to do is wait and one difficult troll after another will be created.

You don't even have to bother going into battle.

I told the knights around me to stop.

Trolls tend to look ugly and do not withstand direct vision.

"The chief cleric says, kill him as brutally as possible. I'll leave it to your discretion."

I heard Lord Brave laugh at you.

I've wanted to try and tear apart the suburbs for a long time, okay?

This makes me sick because in other worlds, they go into the good stuff.

As I lowered my back to the ground, the demon began a startling demolition show.

It's like a slaughter site for livestock.

The blood splash rises, and in front of the bewitched child Troll, his parents turn into a meat mass.

The human knights have a joyful grin on their mouths and return blood looks like they don't care at all.

If even these guys return to King's Capital, they will be advertised as heroes who saved people from monsters.

In fact, from a human standpoint, we're definitely saviors.

Still, there's something about it that doesn't fall into your heart.

Kill your enemies more brutally.

Win more perfectly.

The opponent, who has been hostile to the human race for just a moment, must never be forgiven.

That is the demand of the masses, and the end that kept responding to their wishes is the knights in front of them.

Should I be, too?

Should I pull out my sword now and mix it with the task of dragging out the built-in troll?

If that's what a brave man should look like...

A finished brave man may be a violent device with no personality.

Just keep slaughtering the enemy in front of you, a people-shaped typhoon.

Then I'll mock myself for disqualifying the brave.

I don't want to be like that, and I can't possibly be.

I wanted to defeat the Demon King with a man's heart because I was able to return to man thanks to Elsa.

Is this just a nagging selfishness?

Or maybe you're just tired, exhaling.

It's been fighting ever since we were called into this world.

If you fight without rest, let's go human crazy too.

When this was over, I took a vacation and thought I'd go on a trip with Elsa...... I just fell in without being here and got slapped on the shoulder.

It was that jawbeard knight.

"What's up?

The knight tried to say something, but it didn't come true.

He fluttered forward before opening his mouth and fell straight towards me.

"... oops"

When he took it aggressively, a diagonal wound entered his sight, running from the back of the knight to his hips.

Did you even eat a handached counterattack while you were tearing up the troll?

When I magically finished the treatment, I approached the group that was continuing the demolition.

Looks like there's an injured man out there.

No reply.

The knights fall in silence and butterflies.

Suspicious, I turned my gaze toward the nest.

If anything were to come, I thought it was from a dead end.

The hunch is medium.

Out of the cave, let's! and the sound of cutting the wind.

It's not just a breeze. That's no longer a vacuum blade.

I deflect my body and move into evasive motion.

but the invisible slaughter plundered my cheeks and slightly choked my skin.

"... cut off my skin?

It's been a year since I got hurt.

The opponent is seen as the owner of such a status.

I stare into the back of the cave and ask for signs.

I see two yellow eyes gleaming.

Perhaps he's the main one in this nest hole.

They decided to plant a flying tool while caged because they noticed they set a trap from what before the entrance.

Extraordinary intelligence among the supposedly less intelligent trolls.

"Blur it out."

I unleashed a thunderbolt magic on the cave with my right hand while healing magic on the knights with my left hand.

A spark stretched with Paris and noise ravages the interior of the cave.

If you are a ranged shooter, this side of the world will benefit from high-altitude magic.

Anyway, the Trolls don't remember all sorts of magic.

Their mainstay is a melee that takes advantage of their privileged stature, and one day more than they are fighting apart, they will be jilli poor.

If I was in the opposite position, I'd choose the path to pack the distance to aim for the reverse eye.

But when they set a trap at the entrance, where would it come from?

I think about it for a few seconds, and I realize it.

Be polite, there is no need to use the exit you have now.

If it's Troll's muscle strength, I can always create a new exit.

"I knew it."

I thought it would come, and I laugh bitterly.

The vacuum blade troll apparently decided to destroy the cave.

I can hear Ganga and slamming something against the wall.

Eventually the ceiling collapsed with a tremendous roar, and the paralysis and debris began to fall.

Dust rises and vision deteriorates all at once.

I didn't miss a giant shadow moving in the dust.

Avoid the original entrance and follow the giant man who jumped out of a newly built hole on the side.

As far as the silhouette goes, it's an armed male troll.

He would be close to three meters tall. Hippocampal stature in the real world.

I do a status check quickly, keeping the shadows in view.

[First Name] Zagart

[Level] 101

[Class] Warrior

[HP] 22770

[MP] 0

[Attack] 23450

[Defense] 17670

[Agile] 7000

[Magic attack] 0

[Magic Defense] 9010

[Skills] Battle Axe Autoplay Night

[Remarks] Troll warriors. A polished axe technique can produce a vacuum blade.

Well, my voice leaks without thinking about it.

Apparently he was skipping slaughter with pure martial arts, not magic.

Enemies will admire whether this is a powerful move beyond people's knowledge.

There will be some reasons why the laws of physics of different worlds differ somewhat from those of Earth, but doing so does not change that it is a divorce.

As the end of those who deal with swords in bends, feelings similar to respect develop.

"My name is Keisuke Nakamoto. A brave man of the human race."

As my vision finally cleared up, I could clearly see the other person's face.

Zagato Troll was a big, bent man, wearing a horned helmet.

He covers his entire body with armor and has a huge axe on his right hand.

The relaxed standing made him smell like an old strong man in the war.

"Me, Zagato."

I set up a light sword and enter a position where I can intercept at any time.

"I would like to be present."

Zagart put his axe on the upper level. Even the big body feels a little more inflated.

"One hit. At the dawn of my victory, I demand the retreat of the humans."

"What if you lost?

"Whatever you want."

Fine, I nodded.