My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

- Go to a city. Visit the Assassin Alliance there.

It was not until two nights ago that the assassin's village was driven out, so to speak.

Rest and rest were also worth the hard work running there, and it was the third night that I finally saw a city like it in the distance.

The city which your old man commanded is a place called Heidiga.

It's quite large, but it's a little close to the dangerous mountains in the example, in order to give it an arm's length test and increase its rank.

They often have adventurers in and out of.

This Heidiga, but almost directly across the street from that assassin village and the mountain.

My old man said if we break through the mountains, we can shorten it for more than a day, but I've made a good detour and come a relatively safe way. That mountain is fast for me. I don't even feel like spending the night there.

I just saw the city, and I set fire to it as my last break.

Just in a hurry, it's already midnight to arrive.

In any case, it hasn't changed much. I was hungry, and I decided to rest my body just a little bit.

I've been running for three days. Exactly tired.

If you can eat and rest your body, it's last minute. I think I'll take the inn and get some sleep tomorrow for half a day.

- Besides, it's time to settle.

Lin, I have a scurvy impression of calling it a forest open place, sitting back with rocks as high as mine.

I started the fire and decided to add dried meat and leftover weed to make soup. That's it for Nojuku, so I'm going to run out of preserved food here that won't last any longer.

Salt is unnecessary because it is used in dried meat.

And today, today, this evening, now, here, in this soup, a little bit of another rare and priceless seasoning.

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"- No, I can't."

I think you're the one who put up a voice for me.

My undisputed reason stopped the mere act of "adding condiments" that might be will, instinct, desire, or curiosity.

How many seasonings have you tried to put in during this short journey?

How many times have I tried using it?

How many times have you wanted your usual delicious meat to be a one-of-a-kind delicious meat?

But when I have to, I hesitate. Hesitate violently.

The smell... because the smell is already completely rotten...!

Not my sister. I'm not your sister.

I can't carry rotten meat into my mouth without saying, "Rot is meat." Eat it with an eagle in your hands and say, "I can't do this!" I'm not the sister who cries when I say I know what I'm doing. I'm not the sister who shakes and cries at the act of spitting meat. I don't want to imitate what I know from the beginning. Rotten meat is not food. Rotten meat doesn't eat humans.

Sash said the smell was alley but it was eaten.

Then maybe it's critical that it's okay.

But this smell, it's completely rotten. I can't feel any freshness, so to speak, it smells too late.

If I put this in my belly, I'm sure I'll break my belly.

But maybe it's just the smell, but the taste... isn't it just the taste and safety aspects safe?

- I've been doing this all along my journey.

The answer is, I don't know unless I try it in my mouth.

But given the risk of doing it, I really don't agree with reason.

... In the first place, it was a slightly thick liquid the first time I had Sash show it to me and use it for cooking.

Yet now, I think it's thickening,....................................................... You're pulling dangerous threads.

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All right. I've made up my mind.

Let's not. Because I'm not your sister.

My sister has been sturdy enough since she was a kid to know if she's been trained for anything special, but I'm just a normal person who's healthy.

Not as good as breaking my belly, but I could die in a normal person. Exactly. I hate this cause of death. He died in a rotten body, so that's a stronger episode than my sister's. I don't want to plant such a story with my life at stake.

"Sorry, Sash"

The twisted liquid in the small bottle, formerly a seasoning, was buried on lightly dug ground.

It was a farewell, but I just can't help it.

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Calm down, because he's too weak to throw it away himself, didn't he give it to me with the intention of pushing the process?

... No, I guess I just think too much.

I got rid of the seasoning.

This is the next one.

"... because I really see..."

Evil.

It is a form that I can only assume the evil itself embodies.

When I think calmly about this again, I don't know why I gave this to you, but the pretty evil statue that Florentine gave me still unfortunately exists in this world.

Because no matter how many times you try to throw it away, destroy it, or throw it into the fire, your hand stops.

Because I've seen Florentine carve so hard over and over again.

Seriously, because I know I was really serious about carving it.

Because I was never trying to unload evil things, nor was I trying to make evil things.

Exactly, because it was carved with all my heart.

Though the slightly finished bump is too evil to make an evil push about what kind of heart you put into it. Though I think I may have carved it while cursing the world.

You're really here... What do you want me to do with this?

It's bad for her, but I meant to throw it away right away, but I can't do that all the time. This is how I still have it. Things like an ominous symbol. I can't let go.

It gives me a sigh.

Stare at the statue of the evil god.

... That's evil. I think I'm finally getting used to seeing it, but I don't care how you look at it, it's evil. - Hmm?

When I stuck the statue of the evil god in my back bag, I raised my hips and went up on the rock.

Kneel on a rock, behind a forest that doesn't look like a forest, pointing your consciousness.

"... is anyone fighting? No."

He's running this way, huh?

Explore the signs.

It feels like about three humans are being chased by a big demon.

It's still far away, but it looks like we're running for Heidiga here in the woods.

Probably it's the adventurers they're after.

For the average person, there are signs of a strong man.

When that happens, is that it?

Will it be useless?

There were certain rules that would piss me off if I embezzled my prey, such as that I shouldn't put my hands on an adventurer's battle.

When was it near the village of Albato, or I used to see adventurers fighting in the hunting grounds where my master and I used to go? That's when my master taught me not to "get my hands on it".

He said you shouldn't put your hands on him until he asks for help.

"- Help me. Yikes! Somebody!

"- Shit, I'm dying! Die uuuuuuuuuu!

I thought you were calling something, but I didn't hear you clearly until just now.

But if you call on this side as you run away, it's something that will one day sound like a meaningful word.

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I have no choice. Let's go.