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

I was alarmed.

No, it's not alarming.

This is the result of encounters with organisms beyond those that are not in my experience and common sense.

The advantages of distance and the physical ability to crush the margin in an instant.

Even if the aim is sweet, hitting the body with a giant that doesn't make it a problem is inevitable with half-assed dodging.

Especially the leg strength is phenomenal.

Being that heavy looking giant, but also packing in just one step in distance and height, definitely means that the foot is also a weapon.

It would be over if they kicked me. Deadly injured in one blow.

The bright white feathers of such white birds are all over my sight.

"-"

I dared to take a direct hit all the time, grabbing my feathers and sticking around.

The impact is amazing with the weight and momentum of just the giant, but the feathers around this chest have just stuck in, with little damage.

I was on a branch of a tree.

The scaffolding was too bad, so I stopped avoiding it weirdly. It is the iron rule to check the direction of escape when setting it up and also to secure it, but when I avoid it halfway around, I decided it was dangerous to return it.

If you do poorly, you can beat him to the ground, and if you can't avoid him, you don't know where he'll jump.

I dare to eat while avoiding a second blow.

Because if you get dropped on the ground and then trampled or kicked after a highly indeterminate evasive behavior, it's really over. Because now they're after me.

And it was as soft as I expected.

I watched him chase the adventurer around unintentionally, even if he hit a tree, so I could still imagine that he had a certain thickness in his feathers and was flexible enough to avoid injury if he hit something hard.

If there was anything beyond my imagination, it meant it was softer and thicker than I expected. I feel strange about the injury feat, but I'm sure this feather will sell.

The white bird thrust through the woods with a long leap as he snapped through the vacillations and branches. Yeah, sure, this guy's a bird that can't fly. The sky doesn't fly, even if it jumps.

Well, with this physical ability, I don't even think I need to fly. Just jumping is like flying.

When I buried myself in this feather, I managed to leave the spot as the white bird landed on the ground and survived intact.

That feather is nice. Here it is. I want that in my bedding. I want to pack it in a futon. Because I almost got attacked by a sleeper, forgetting the situation for a moment at any rate. Excellent thermal insulation.

I was just concerned about the smell just for wildlife...... well talk about just washing that stuff. I might have accidentally slept without the smell. Cause of death could have fallen asleep. It could have turned out to be a handsome death to be told to future generations. It was a dangerous place.

"- Cock or cock?

Quickly hidden in the shade of a tree, so the white bird seems to have lost sight of me. Looking for me with a roar and movement like a chicken.

He's properly aware that the person he was after was hitting and sticking with his body. I guess I'm looking because I'm not supposed to be nearby.

- It was a dangerous place.

I don't know what would have happened if the white bird had come to kick me, not hit me.

The arrow that stabbed me in the neck is also gone.

I guess I fell out when I hit the branches, but I can't see any bleeding, no matter how I look at it. Those are all white feathers, they would stand out if they bled.

I guess I didn't even let him get hurt.

It still means my bow can't target a fatal wound.

It doesn't even feel like the damage went through in the first place.

…………

So, Lisse crusades this guy?

I don't think I can think of anything.

The arrows don't stab you properly, so even if you do it with a half-breed sword, the result will be the same. I don't even think the blade will pass easily.

Besides, unlike a bow, the sword has to come close and wave. Even if you don't like it, it means you have to jump into the white bird's range of attack.

It is an act of suspicion of sanity to get close to a terrible demon that brings together soft armor that makes such a velocity at that weight with that giant and that half-attack doesn't work.

Like the adventurers just now, I see a fuss going up and down.

... Oh, my God, now.

Because I'm in the middle of being forced to drink and hunt for this anxiety that comes up even though I don't like it.

I don't know anymore. I'll leave the rest to Lisse.

Because that's the promise.

... There's a little paralysis poison left when I hunted the empty lizard, so I'll just get ready for cover. I'm also unsure if it will work, but I need to do what I can.

The rest is easy.

I don't need to fight in the first place, I just need to take the white bird back to the street. It was an easy job.

"- Quarrrrrrrrrr!!

The fierce white bird comes after me with no shaking eyes. He seems angry and belligerent in character. That's a demonic nature.

But because of that giant, there are too many obstacles for him to run in the woods.

You hit the trees, you slow down, but you still run after me.... As I thought, those thick feathers are also armor to protect yourself when you hit something. I guess that's one form of evolution, too.

In a straight line with nothing to block, you should be able to move faster than me, running or jumping, but not suitable for running through the woods.

With some leeway, he succeeded in moving the whitebirds.

"Lisse!"

"Over here!"

In the streets, Lisse draws her sword.

Bring the prey over here, all the time.

Seems like I only use one of the two I have. I thought I'd put a sword in both hands. Is that so? They both look like regular long swords. I've heard that two-handed swords are basic to using a short guy.

No, I'll leave the question to you later.

There's nothing blocking the streets.

It is a place where whitebirds can unfortunately demonstrate the giant and physical abilities of their threat. I shouldn't stay here.

I made a mistake with Lisse and handed over my prey.

From that bird's anger, there's also a chance he'll ignore Lisse and come after me.

but no matter, they should definitely come after me linearly to get over Lisse.

Neither will Lisse let the white birds go straight, so this is the end of my role.

I decide to rush into the woods quickly and hide behind the trees to watch how things go.

However, the battle soon revealed anxiety, followed in an instant.

The white bird, running like crazy, rushes to the woods across the street from where I disappeared.

I don't look to Lisse, who was in a straight line.

Maybe you haven't even noticed that there's someone there.

"- Gwah!?

Such a white bird - in contact with Lisse - broke down the system at the same time, rolling down the streets with the momentum intact.

- What's that... what?

I did see that moment... did I see it wrong?

No, that's not true.

Definitely, something should have happened just like I was watching.

Indeed, the sword that Lisse wielded should have been glowing (...).

At the moment of contact, Lisse's sword ran to the side.

The blade, shaken as it pulled its shining silver tail, easily severed the right leg of the white bird kicking the ground.

By the time the feet of a giant bird dancing high and in the universe fall to the ground, scattering blood.

Lisse, who was running in pursuit, was jumping the neck of a lying white bird with a glowing sword (...).

I was watching it, and I thought to myself.

He still wants firepower.

Lisse already had it.

And I don't have it yet.

He wants as much firepower as he can hunt even strong demons.