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

"- Hello - Sisters. Nice to meet you today."

Early morning.

As I finished breakfast and prepared to hunt, Sash's master of spears arrived.

- She is a 10-year-old girl named "Paper Swallow".

Regardless of the rather bright brown hair that tied the long hair back there into one, black eyes that can't even see the bottom are rare. Probably reasonably contains Oriental blood.

He is a perky, childish skinny, but somehow a girl, with a shrugged face that also looks like a boy in a pussy's eyes and still no features as a beckoned woman.

He looks really just a kid, but he's incredibly good at martial arts at this age.

Although familiar with numerous weapons, Sash, who was particularly adept at spears and felt his arm on his skin, honestly lowered his head and turned to his mentor.

- If you touch the situation lightly, "Paper Swallow” is the best spear disciple in this village. The person she refers to as her teacher is taking it off in relation to her work, so "Paper Swallow” is trying to replace her.

The “paper swallow” came with one crude spear. Always used in sash training, it is just an iron stick with no blade on the tip of the ear.

"Hey Master, are you going with that?

Sash, who is beaten with it every day, shows difficulty in the “paper swallow” possession.

We're going to be in action today.

I thought I'd bring a bad, decent spear to make things happen, but it's just for training.

I don't doubt my teacher's arm, but I don't want you to be alarmed.

"Ironhead, right? Then that's enough."

Laughing naggingly, he taps the iron stick that is on Peppy's shoulder.

"Because you can beat me (...) and stab me (...) and kill me. That's about it."

I say horrible things with a laugh, but what's really horrible is that that's the fact that there's no exaggeration or vanity.

"Sash has to be in action."

"Around. I'm still weak."

If you're conscious, “Paper Swallow” snorts.

"If I was doing any good, I'd have hit you a couple of times, wouldn't I? I'll die in an instant if I get into action. But remember, I'm still weak, so don't get distracted until I get back here."

"I heard that yesterday."

"As a master, you want to say it again and again. Sash is stupid."

Truly, he is a master who seems to be a proper master at his age.

"So, are we good as planned? No change?

The novel to the disciple is also over, “Paper Swallow” has confirmed to Celier and Florentine.

I'm strong and I haven't had a problem, so I'll let you know that I haven't changed either.

"I think if we go as planned, we'll be fine. I'll follow up with you if I have to. Shall we go then?"

With a small but very reliable escort younger than Florentine, the four headed to the mountains.

The assassin candidates were forbidden to enter the mountains.

To the foot to pick up food is fine, but going deep is somewhat stoppable.

To the children of the village accompanying them or to the villagers who happen to have taken the streets. Or even that giant cat pushed me gouge and stopped me.

At first, I was trained in the village, so I didn't even have a chance to get lost deep in the mountains.

Because there were many things that took precedence over going into the mountains.

But when I talked to the villagers about this plan coming up - “Paper Swallow” on a connection from Sash - I learned that "it's forbidden to enter the mountains," which was somehow deliberately obstructed.

Basically the way we spend time in the village is said to be free.

However, there appear to be various invisible regulations, although ostensibly "that sort of thing".

As for the mountains, to keep them away from danger.

Seriously, Ayle was just hunting in the mountains as soon as he came to the village, and he was certainly less alert to the mountains.

The story of "paper swallows” is that the demons that live in the mountains are quite strong, and the candidates alone won't be able to live for half a day first, even if it takes three.

By the way, they say the village has something to avoid demons, and demons rarely come to the village.

Well, I just got here, and it's gonna be handled like nothing happened.

Because there are many stronger people in this village than Paper Swallow.

“Paper Swallow" guided me into the mountains so much - first the sash roared small.

"More than I heard in the story, this mountain..."

Cellier and Florentine don't know, but Sash seems to feel something. Is it the breath of demons, or is the ability to manage crises working?

"That's fine now, isn't it? A year from now, I can walk whistling."

"Are you?

"Daij-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu. I'll work you out so you can do that. Look forward to it."

"... with more rigour than now?

"Hmm? Training? You haven't been tough at all yet, have you?

While remembering the unusual reliability on the small back of the leading "paper swallow," the four of them went out into a slightly open place, just moments after entering the mountain.

Many of the trees seem to be dense and sloping due to the lack of many people's hands, but the ground here is flat. The grass is short and the stones are not rolling, and the outlook is pretty good.

"It's a training place to do it in real life format, isn't it? Here."

Well, Florentine exhaled.

"I killed him a lot."

"Hmm?"

"I don't know about us, but I kind of know where the big one died. I don't know if I feel any signs or anything. As soon as you're human, it thins and disappears, but the demons are strong, and there's a long way to go."

"Heh... do you even feel it in residual thoughts?

"Residual...? I don't know. Don't ask."

Then don't tell me, Sash's voice is ignored by everyone, and "Well" and “Paper Swallow” look at each other.

"Then I'll look for the iron helmet and bring them in, so get your sisters ready. Sash needs to prepare his mind."