Legend

"... what have you done, you"

The bandit's leader couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes.

What a child in front of him who only sees in his mid-teens did was so out of common sense.

Running in the sky, what an imitation, because it was the first time I had ever seen a leader who had been a bandit for a long time and was quite familiar with the world behind him.

"Well, I wonder what I did. Anyway, I'm not trying to make you look like I'm gonna let you get away from here."

Set the Death Size in your hand and follow the Shield of Light like a squire, and stare at the Bandit's leader and his two neighbors.

"In the first place, let your men fight and just run away... what about as the ones leading the bandits?

"Ugh! Bandits only make sense if they survive! Hey, you guys. We're gonna hang it all together! Even this guy can get away with it."

Shout to the side and erect a huge battle axe that the chief himself had in his hand.

"Heh, are you still motivated?... Either way, the purpose of this attack is the extermination of the bandits, so whether you run away or surrender or crush the balls, the result will remain the same."

"Yay, no! You think we're gonna freak out 'cause we can fly a little!? Hey, let's go!

"Oh."

"Shit, do we have to do this"

Two nearby men also hold a long sword and a spear in their hand, each attacking Ray at the same time.

Take advantage of that reach so that the man with the spear doesn't get in the way of the other two and poke at Ray's torso with the tip of his ear.

Another man swings down his sword aiming at his foot from the right side of Ray.

And at the end of the day, the bandit's leader has to smack Ray in the head and wave the battle axe with his bragging arm.

"Cooperating is sweet."

The spear strike is taken with a death-size through magic, slashing off every tip of it, and at the next moment he immediately jumps up the pattern and plays the sword that has been aimed at his leg. And the battle axe of the leader aimed at the head is taken by Magic Shield.

"Nah!?

Who raised that grumpy voice? But I just wave Death Size and amputate the neck of the man with the sword, just saying that's not what I found out, and then quickly move one step forward as it is, then cut and tear the man with the spear straight from the brain with the blade to the left and right.

The man with the sword falls to the ground as he blows a lot of blood out of his neck, and the man with the spear cut to the left and right collapses to the left and right as he overflows his guts and blood into the ground.

"Hey, what did you do!?

Speaking of the bandit's leader, he quickly retreats and sets up an axe of war again, while flattered that his blow was prevented more casually than the killing of two nearby men.

Underneath it are zero guts and blood of a man with a spear, but a leader desperate to survive desperately explores Ray's gap without being comfortable with that.

"Well, I wonder what"

Ray groans and sees the magic shield disappearing like chilali and xia.

You can deploy the magic shield again, but then the chief will also decide that he will realize that it is some kind of magic, swinging the death size wide as it is, paying for the blood that was on the blade, and then pointing that cut toward the chief.

"Goddamn it, damn it, damn it! The corner has been working so well, why are you interrupting me? This wouldn't have happened if you guys hadn't come!

The chief comes screaming as he wields the battle axe he had loudly. She found out she couldn't escape no matter what, and she had an eclampsia.

Ray looked at the situation of such a leader as if he were frightened.

"In the first place, if you don't like being crusaded, don't do bandits. You should work the tunnel. Is it good that you kill people, and not that you get killed?

"Shut up, you fucking kid! How dare you turn your mouth toward the man in your sight! Just get out of there!

A battle axe that is waved down screaming. But that blow has no speed, no power, no sharpness. It was really just a blow I waved down at my disposal.

"... ugly, bite your sins... die"

Take the blow of the battle axe with a death-size pattern and play it. At the same time, a flash of horizontal giraffe rolled out to the chief's neck with a blade to be returned slashes the head off.

It was the body of the chief who stood on the spot for a few seconds without his neck, but fell to the ground at the same time as the blood erupted.

When Ray, who confirmed it, turned his gaze to the place where the riots were taking place, there was already a settlement in place, where all the bandits had turned into corpses.

"Well. Did you manage to get rid of it,"

Shake the death size big and pay for the blood on the blade.

If you're dealing with a monster, you move from here to dismantling it, but you don't have to imitate the bad taste of dismantling people because there's nothing that you can take from them.

(Well, you dismantle the orcs that are subhuman, so I guess that area is only sentimental as a human being)

"Right. I didn't expect to deal with 30 people...... So, what do we do now?

Ask as Spelvia approaches Ray.

"Right, gather the bodies in the middle of this hall."

"What? Why do you have to do such a hassle?"

To Ray's words, Arogan talks about how troublesome he is.

From that appearance, there was no fine dust, either, as it was when I was shocked by killing people for the first time during the battle.

(No, because now you're excited after the fight. Perhaps tonight is the mountain field, or)

Can you accept that you killed a person? If you can accept that, you can continue to be an adventurer, and if you can't do that, you could possibly stop the worst adventurer.

"Look, what do you think would happen if we just left 30 bodies here like this?

"Well, you'll rot"

"... that's why"

"Huh? So why?"

Instead of Ray, who just sighed without treatment, Scola begins explaining to Arogan.

"If I leave the body like this, that could be the undead like a zombie or a skeleton... don't you know? Besides, corrupt corpses call for disease. I know it's okay because you're two days away from Gilm, but you're gonna have trouble spreading some weird plague or something."

"Damn, wow. You just have to collect the bodies. So, what are we gonna do with it?"

Store the Death Size into Mystering, Ray answers as he pulls the corpse of the chief.

"It's a simple story. I'll cook it here. That's why I left no bones behind."

"Huh!?... Okay."

Whatever he saw in Ray's eyes, Alogan carries the corpse near the leader's side into the middle of the hall like he was half-ampressed.

The three men who saw it, Scola, Spelvia and Firma, also collected the bodies of the bandits silently in the middle of the hall.

In the meantime, Ray calls out to Scola, who is collecting the body while turning his face bright red because of his weakness.

"Scola, this is a good place, so tell Cullott and Gran the bandit's exorcism is over. And tell Cullot to check the warehouse."

"Oh, yeah. Okay."

I guess I wasn't good at hard work for being a pure wizard if I tried to be Scola. And above all, Scola, who just killed a man, is carrying the body. Like Alogan, I didn't know what would happen if I settled down, even though I still didn't feel anything with post-fight excitement.

"You're sweet."

Firma tells him to whisper in Ray's ear.

Ray shakes his head small with a bitter smile on the look of it.

"Not really. Because in the first place, he's not fit for this kind of hard work just for a pure wizard. Whether you're here or not, your work efficiency doesn't change that much."

"... for once, I'm a guard, too"

"You'd be more physically fit than Scola with a bow in the ranger, wouldn't you?

Firma attached the promise of having Freshly Baked Cookies offered again when returning to the city of Gilm as compensation for the maiden's heartbreak to Ray's words like that.

"You've been quiet in the cave."

Outside the cave, the culot squeaks small in the shade of the watchtower.

"Mr. Cullot, is your arm wound okay?

A man in his 20s who was lurking behind him asks in a low voice worried.

Cullot's right arm is scratched with a blade, and he's just doing the first aid of wrapping a cloth around it. I would have liked to have recovered from the potion, but only one potion has been prepared by Cullot this time. And some of the merchants who were caught were injured who could be said to be quite seriously injured when the bandits attacked them.

For this reason, the potion was used there, and the wounds sustained when fighting the merchants' watch were only minimal hemostasis.

"Excuse me, but if I can get my stolen baggage back, there's a potion in it."

"Not at all. The lady got help from all the bandits, and she gave it up to the potion. Don't accumulate gratitude. If I can do something about this place, I'll pay you back."

From behind the man who spoke earlier, another speaks to Cullot. This guy had exactly the same atmosphere as his stubborn father in his 40s. The clothes have a lot of blood on them, but it doesn't look painful to the person. Because this merchant is the one against whom Cullot used the potion, and the blood is from when he was injured.

Because those two are on my side. And because Ray, the party leader, was ordered to escort the merchants, Cullot was able to shelf things like the guilt and fear of killing the merchants in front of him for now.

And then he hears the footsteps of Cullot as a bandit approaching him and sets up a dagger reflexively.

The two merchants who saw the condition also hide themselves behind the watchtower so as not to disturb Cullot. But...

"What?"

Cullot releases his guard as he exhales in relief when he realizes that the footsteps are what he sees.

"Mr. Cullot?

"Miss?

Cullot, voiced by two of his escorts, grins and nods small.

"It's okay. It's my people."

The words of the culot were quickly proven. From inside the cave, Scola looked around to make sure he was safe.

"Scola, come here."

"Ah, Cullot. I'm glad you're safe... you're hurt. Wait a minute."

After noticing his partner's right arm stopped bleeding with a cloth, Scola hurriedly moves under the culot to set up a cane.

"Please, I just got a little nervous."

"Sounds like a culot to me. I'll be there."

We smile bitterly at each other's faces. When they both went through their first killings, it was bittersweet to make them not care because they understood because they had a long relationship.

Scola immediately erases that bitterness and begins chanting the spell as she focuses her consciousness on Cullot's arms.

"O water, give healing to him with the magic of mercy."

As Scola's spell is spun, a blue light gathers to the tip of the wand, which eventually moves to the right arm of the culot.

"Aqua Healing"

And at the same time as the magic activated, its blue light sank into the wound... and the pain Cullot was feeling was healing naturally.

Exhale relief and untie the cloth that was tied for hemostasis just in case. Then there was no scar, only the original beautiful skin.

"Heh, can a kid use healing magic? I'll do it..."

To the praise of a middle-aged man, Scola can illuminate her cheeks slightly red. Unlike an earlier bitter laugh at the look of it, Curot opens his mouth with a real grin.

"So, why are you here after all?

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Instructions from Ray. Check with the warehouse."

"Hmm. So you cleaned up the bandits, huh?

"Yeah. No, they were all awesome. Especially Ray. He must be some kind of magic item, but he was running in the air."

"... Still out of standard. Anyway, I get the point. Come with me just in case. I'll go with the two of you. You want your stuff back, don't you?

Merchants who unwittingly strip their eyes of Cullot's words. Since it is common practice for a bandit to pay the appropriate amount of money to return the stolen baggage, it is not impossible to do so either.

But Cullot just goes into the cave without a problem.

"Ray, the party leader, isn't so keen to complain about that this time.... Ah, but Arogan might complain"

"Heh heh, maybe I do. But Arogan can't get his head up on Ray."

"Sounds good. So there's no problem. Follow me."

Thus, the two merchants returned to the cave, fearfully following the culot.

Just in case, while Scola is at the rear of it, wary of any remnants of the bandits.

(... I know how you feel, but that's a bit of a reduction. Even if I were to return my baggage, I would at least get confirmation from Ray, the party leader)

Gran, who had erased the signs and listened to the current exchange, follows suit with a slight lowering of his assessment of Cullot on the inside.

(Well, as far as the interaction with the merchants is concerned, that won't be the case with the negative minutes right now)

Regardless, the assessment was a gran of personal preference for the battle when he killed the bandits, the guard of the barn, and for the exchange when he rescued the merchants who had been caught.