Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

June 5, 7448.

Tris and Bell had been advised in the Knights in addition to their experience in Balduk, and made their way to Meehas, the finest inn in the Dolan while on guard around them.

On the road from the Knights to the Inn, there was concern about reprisals from their companions who captured and protruded, but nothing attempted to harm them directly.

Two people who leave their horses at the Inn Kid's and unpack them in a pretty fancy suite room that costs as much as 80,000 Z per person per night.

"Huh, I can't believe that happened..."

Tris sitting on a cozy living room couch blurs as he transfers his dinner military money into a small purse. I only put silver coins in my wallet, and coins below big copper coins stick straight in my pocket.

"Truly, I'm angry. I just bought this blouse..."

In the back bedroom, a severed bell on his chest spreads a "former“ blouse over his bed and exhales a loud sigh.

He was distorting his face with regret looking at the marks of Bell's own blood attached to his back and the likelihood that he had been slit open and useless.

"Right. But I'm glad the injury wasn't too bad."

A centimetre or so was eaten into the right back of Bell's flank.

Of course, that's all, so the arrow itself was immediately out of the wound.

But the pain in that wound made it impossible for Bell to quickly exercise his magic.

"Right. But I didn't want to wear any armor for my honeymoon..."

When Bell taps the mutilated and broken blouse, he takes it off the horse and sticks it in the back of the saddlebag he's bringing to the room and starts dressing.

The cloth used in the blouse is good, so it is possible to tailor it to something small.

"Ma... right"

Cautious Tris said to wear armor or so because no one would make a statement.

But "I don't deserve the chance for the two of us to go somewhere else from now on... it's a memorable honeymoon in the corner, huh?" Bell told me to give up.

In a world where you can't even reach relatives, such as a fancy reception like Japan in previous life, you can't even hope. Tris reluctantly admitted to the mental burden of not being able to wear the pure white wedding dress that most girls dreamed of, making her a trip with quite a reproach.

Still, it was Tris' only resistance that set the runs ahead to be safe.

Initially, he said he wanted to see the city of Genewell, the second largest city in the kingdom after Lombertia, the capital of the Duke of Apside, which extends north of Heaven. A large land turtle named Matt Turtle lives near Genewell, and its meat-made dishes are said to be a delicious and refined specialty.

Whatever the turtle was, the north made him desist on the grounds that security around Mount Milher, between Heaven and the Duke of Apside, was supposedly not very good on top of the map of Guineh only halfway there.

Then it was Tris who chose the drain to fulfill Bell's desire to be thoughtfully fashionable and walk the city and enjoy the scenery slowly.

As for Tris, I think he made the wrong choice.

"... but I can't help complaining forever, and go have dinner!

A bell dressed in another garment brightly says.

The voice made Tris feel like he was saved.

"Right. But just in case the sword..."

"Yeah, that's natural. But I'm not taking the bow with me because I'm gonna get in the way."

Belle's outfit glares in Tris' eyes, saying so with her shoulders clasped and smiling.

The skirt is the only one I don't wear, but the skinny pale grey pants give a crisp look to the boots on the rubber bottom down to the knee, and the blouse is decorated with delicate laces on the collar, sleeves and chest. One point stands out as the use of bright red yarn for some of the chest decorations.

The jacket is embroidered in black with a lot of small floral patterns in gold and silver thread.

I see my outfit again, Tris.

I haven't changed.

And, rather than say, all the clothes I have where I've changed are mostly the same, so there's no big difference.

Even though the rubber bottom boots are designed for labyrinth treading as well as Bell's, it's a problem.

Even if the trousers are not decorative, the fabric is thick and rugged like a sturdy canvas that can also be used for horseback riding, and the colour is plain brown so that stains are less noticeable.

Above it is called the chaps that Bell also wore during the day, because there is no fabric as the buttocks and groin were cut out and they are layered with leather pants for horseback riding that are large holes, so whatever they are wearing about the pants is with them.

I have deep bottom pockets on my thighs to put in my wallet, etc., and how wild it is with a hint of practicality.

Belle was also new to the chaps and was wearing a slightly more stylish object with the perfect design after braiding the sides.

Since there are no pockets for storing small items and such for that matter, Tris yesterday also kept Bell's purse in his chaps pocket as he said bumps.

The top also wears a dark blue round neck shirt on the inner with no collar and no frills or other decorative white blouse on top. The outerwear is just wearing a dark green dyed leather vest.

I was ordering a blouse like Al was wearing for a rough trip that had flashy frills or laces and decorative cloths sewn on it because he was officially getting a jazz position, not an associate jazz with Tris. But the order itself is troublesome and late, and it's not ready yet.

You don't mind, I do.

Tris gets a little depressed thinking about how Bell feels stylish for this honeymoon.

Let Bell wait to at least replace this wild chaps and sweat-sucking shirt, take off the chaps, replace the shirt and blouse with a washed one, and stick a purse with twenty pieces of silver coins in his pants pocket.

"You made me wait, let's go"

When he got out of the room, Bell grinned softly and tangled his right arm around Tris' left arm.

June 6, 7448

Last night I enjoyed a big lobster dish called Doran's specialty in a fancy restaurant that was introduced to the inn, and returned early to the inn without a drink or a beer only and a very strong drink. Bell then pulled Tris forcefully into bed and enjoyed herself to the point of heartache. Because of that, I dawned the night. I slept a little today, and took a break from my routine running.

I take my sword for a late breakfast and head to the little spilled diner in front of the inn.

Today Bell wears a burnt brown tunic up and down with a pink tone.

Tris has a front-open, thick blue vertical stripe in the white.

9: 00 in the morning.

Even the nobles have finished breakfast in the oath, which moves out before dawn.

Advice, the store is raggedly empty, and the shop is starting to serve for lunch.

The weather was nice, and the two of them, who did not want to disturb the planting about the clerks eyes, decided to dine on the terrace seats facing the road.

Finish breakfast quickly with sandwiches and stir-fried eggs.

After the meal, the two indulgents discuss their plans for today, enjoying a cup of Raider tea.

"I knew we'd climb Mount Mismotch at first. That's a great view, isn't it?

"Right. Do it!

Returning to Meehas, the two ask the innkeeper how to get to the summit of Mount Mismotch.

He said it would take him five hours each way if he walked, but a horse would take about half.

If you leave now, you'll be able to reach the summit by lunch.

They also have several tea houses on the summit, so you don't need a lunch box.

The two of them leave for Mount Mismotch as soon as they have their horses ready.

Tris changed into the same clothes as yesterday, and Belle only wore chaps.

I meet the Knights I met last night in a few minutes after I left the inn.

He was about to leave for regular patrol to Mount Mismotch.

Because it's just fine, they explain the sights and sights of this period.

Two novices to the drain decided to be happy to be on the same page.

There were people watching the sight from the alley.

It is a criminal group, a Pu (Hume) man serving as the head of the "Dawn”, a culprit Jingal and his men.

It should be noted that Jingal has a brand new wound on his forehead.

"Hey, are you escorting the Knights? Besides a good horse for good clothes...... those guys are nobles. Bye?

"... maybe so... Hey, you. Report to your head. Tell me if I get my hands on you badly."

"Ouch."

In the boulder, the crying child is told to shut up, and it is bad minutes for a Knights member to assault an opponent directly attached to the escort. Even if they didn't kill the Knights, the day they hurt them, even if they were seriously wounded, the Knights would put anything else aside and carry out a serious investigation in the Knights Out. The Dawn Leader, the man named Thor, is very sensitive to such things, and has never been able to do anything but work with the Knights.

Jingal groans as he stares at the back of his men, who disappeared into the alley.

"You don't have to go after anything at a time like this... let him find out if it's noble..."

June 7, 7448.

"Let's go to the coast today. I can see a triplet rock from a cliff!

"Coast? Good. I'd love to see it."

"And then, hey, a splash of rising waves is blowing in the wind and it looks like white flowers are blooming!

"Seems so. Let's go!... Well, today's clothes are pretty good"

"Ugh. Thanks"

Today's bell is a top-like yukata with no front opening and a yellow tone on top of the white gauze. The wide dark green band of the towel that tightens it stands out. The unders are slightly loose-eyed, dark, greasy trousers. In Japan, shades are a strange outfit anyway.

From the city of Dolan to the desired Dolan cliff, there is not a single mile.

Very major tourist destination, always busy with a large number of tourists.

All those tourist opponents open in the squares on the cliffs, as well as fancy restaurants where you can dine while enjoying a slow and stunning view, and the Knights of the Guard permanently reside on the corner of the squares, which is a tourist place.

From the way Tris and Bell left off, the destination is easy to guess.

Multiple figures observing it from the alley in a discreet manner.

It is a criminal group, a dwarf (halfling) man serving as the head of the "dawn”, a thousand finger gumran and his men.

Because of this, Gumran is not as good as Thor, the head, but he is good at his sleigh arm.

"Are you going to the Dran Cliff... contact Miina"

"Heh!"

Gumran groans as he stares at the back of his cluttered men.

"You can't attack me on the drain coast... Anyway, I'm pretty sure the status check comes first. He'll do fine."

It is the same half-ring miina as Gumran that makes the tourist opponent's fruit water (juice) sale a job in a tourist square on a cliff. She's twelve. He has a poverty-stricken face, and wealthy tourists can easily feel sorry for him from sympathy. A girl named Miina sells hundreds of cups of fruit water in one day to someone like that for a high price. There are several sellers like her in the square for both men and women, each with a set territory.

They do business other than dawn and crime. However, there is no such thing as a license for a chamber of commerce, so let the breathtaking chamber of commerce do it and plunder the ascent, so it is still a crime.

A barrel of heavy fruit water and carrying ice in a crate is quite a hassle, so a decent chamber of commerce wouldn't do this. However, even in the early summer, when it starts to get hot, the demand for fruit water by tourists is high, and anything that sells at somewhat higher prices sells.

"Are you sure you're a civilian?

A Lion (Lios) man, the head of the “Dawn”, asked the fearful girl in front of him.

"Yes, your head. You sure are a civilian couple, huh? Besides, I think I just got married the other day. Eh, he said he came to see a good view for the anniversary of his marriage..."

The halfling girl, Miina, replied, remembering the sights of the day.

- I'm sorry! -

I bumped into him deliberately when Tris and the others passed right in front of Miina.

- Oh, I'm so sorry about this one. Are you hurt?... Heh, grape juice. My throat was just dry, and I think I'll get a drink. How about Belle?

- Yeah, well, maybe I'll have a drink too.

They bought me fruit water before Miina said anything. Even though it contains ice, the price is roughly five hundred Z. for a cup.

- Oh, thank you! Are you traveling?

Miina asked as she put crushed ice in the cup and poured grape juice out of the barrel.

- Hey, you know what?

The bunnyman woman replies with a laugh.

At the same time she serves two cups of big copper coins out of a small wipe-like coin pocket that she lowers to her waist.

- All right then. We've been in business here for three years now... are you a couple? -

While Miina received the price, she also asked, thinking that it would be unlikely that two people of different races would be married.

I didn't miss the vibe being my lover's.

I bet on that slight possibility, but I was confident that I could continue talking even if I wasn't married.

- Well, you know very well...

Nicoli, said a man of the elite (elf) who received the juice with a people-loving grin.

He's a very beautiful man, but his prominence somehow reminded him of your head face.

- Let me guess when you got married? -

This is how I saw the status of both of them in the name of checking the correct answers.

Some of them don't like it, so they rarely carry it this well.

We soon found out that we would both be quite fond of each other, but when we bumped into each other, we thought that the eyes peeking around us that showed only for a moment were so sharp that our spines were frizzy that we weren't the only ones.

But now in front of Miina is Thor's husband, who has risen rapidly in the last six or seven years, and no one is rivalled by his skilled sword or knife arm. And a sleigh arm that looks equally stunning. At the time, when I saw them several times, the young Miina became naturally admiring him, sometimes without a name similar to Thor's.

"... the ones who aren't nobles or knights. At best, you're an adventurer from Bonbon, the big store."

Tor, who received Miina's report, says niggling as he hands on his jaw.

honeymoons and trips are not very rare in themselves if you are a person who makes a rather rich living.

Dolan is a city that has been developed by the money that wealthy travellers drop.

"But your head. I also smelled like an afternoon from that couple. Maybe he's used to rough things..."

Miina advances in horror.

"I know, you idiot!

A thousand fingered gum runs suddenly yelled at Miina.

Gumran is a midget who is Miina's boss.

"Anyway, just the two of us hit the Zoes from the five of us. But if we can both use three kinds of elemental magic, I'm convinced. But, hey, wrap your tail around it and you'll be named after the dawn. Black blades, red spiders, whatever you want to tell me that we're only gonna get hit by two people and we're not gonna get back at you."

Gumran goes on to say hateful.

When I hear that, Miina also bites her lips, "I did know that," she said.

Thor's husband hated guys who said stupid things.

The man who pissed off with his witty mouth and was beaten by Thor, who caused the eclampsia, is like a mountain.

But Miina, who has only a young, biased life experience, is still unaware that she has been sheltered by Gumran.

And he said, "You don't have to say anything extra, you little score earner!" It was the mountain of Sekiyama that seemed bitter.

"Gumran's right, you head. Oh, my God, you're such a pain in the ass. I get it, and let's do it! This evening or tomorrow, they leave the inn for Carol and the others..."

Jingal, the culprit, says after Gumran.

The gaze is still poured on the woman who serves the head.

"... Me, I hate being licked the most. If this industry gets licked, it won't be over. If Carol kills, that's fine. But I need to make sure we know that I took the bait... and tell Carol. It doesn't make sense to take our necks off and show them that we did it, so if you can't do it, don't get your hands on it lightly."

Thor stares at Jingal and Gumran as he says as he pushes the women who were serving him on both sides in the dark.

The thing about Miina, who is getting smaller and shivering, is gone in her eyes.

"Of course you know Carol. Besides, his flame arrow is smart..."

Says the mysteriously faceted Gumran.

I hear Carol is the best wizard Dawn has ever had, and she was formerly in the Knights.

But he didn't take up his reign as a righteous knight, and now he's just doing his little head in a criminal group.

That said, in the society behind Doran, he is not quite the big guy just because he is the head of the dawn.

Carol organized a small band of robbers in the city of the drifting drain, but lost the battle with Tor and went down to that military gate.

Tor also struggled with the flame arrows that were unleashed at divine speed, which he showed during that battle.

He picked up the lid of the barrel that was rolling on the side of the road, manipulated it cleverly to make her admit her loss and grabbed the victory.

As a result, Carol is currently taking several of his men to monitor Meehas to spy on Tris and Bell's trends.

"Okay...... wait for Carol's report. Hey, you, go tell Carol what you're talking about."

Tor flips back on the couch again when he gives instructions to Miina.

The women pour liquor into the cup that sticks out as they make the product.

With his mouth on the liquor poured into his cup, Tor stared at his little back as he walked out of the liquor store and whined in such a small voice that the woman next door could not even hear him.

"Ah, I'm eating sushi..."

8 Jun 7448

"It's a beautiful day, Tris."

"Oh, right. Where are we going today?

"Hey today, I want to eat and walk. Rutterin is famous for its meat pie, and Al said Bareskel is the store's seafood soup, isn't it?

"Nice. Let's go!... you look great today"

"Really? Thanks"

Belle was still wearing new clothes today.

He wears lightweight shorts made of black leather that only boots are as usual but are likely to be visible to the base of his thigh.

The sleeveless yellow shirt with a small sprinkled design collar front opening ties the hem in front of the navel without buttoning, and the inner underneath it wears a white shirt that is tight and short enough for the navel to come out again.

It is a fairly rare, highly exposed outfit for an oath and would attract the attention of a man on the road.

He also wears a bra, and the shape of a large double hill hidden in his shirt is a few steps more attractive than usual.

It was a little out of date around tying the shirt, but I miss it somewhere, it was an outfit reminiscent of a young Japanese woman.

There's nothing you can do about the thick belt of sword on your hips and the Devil's Sword hanging on your left.

"But when are you going to wear such clothes..."

Unexpectedly, those words poke at my mouth and come out.

"Ugh. Last time, I tailored it with Mashes."

Mashes is a less expensive clothing store in Balduk.

"What, there, you even do tailoring?

"Mm-hmm. Lately. Fine clothes are the best tailors in Wangdu, but these kinds of... Guiney and Lar have been ordering quite a bit lately."

"Hmm."

Tris giving out his left elbow to regain his mind and escort the bell.

With his right arm tangled there, Bell looks up at Tris' face with joy.

"Shall we?"

Two people leave the inn to chill out specialty restaurants and the open air.

Multiple figures observing it from the alley in a discreet manner.

It is a criminal group, a werewolf (Wolfwer) woman serving as the head of the "Dawn”, Carol the Evil Claw and her men.

Carol is good at the magic she learned during the Knights and the melee with poisonous nails embedded in her armor.

"Come on, folks, we'll catch up."

"Heh!"

"Mr. Katze. Please don't speak too loud."

"Heh, heh..."

A group of several, led by Carol, moved unexpectedly lightly and quickly became scattered to begin tailing the Tris and the others.

"Hee-hee, I ate"

"That was delicious!

Tris and Bell out of a store.

After a little stand-up about where we're going next, we'll start moving.

Apparently we're headed to a restaurant called Beauzies next.

There is a group observing it from the shadows a little further away.

It's a group of five mixed men and women.

"... sister, I just ate them..."

"Hmm. Whether you want to grab it or kill it, you should be full and move slowly, hey, sister?

"Yeah. Plus, you look like you're going to Beauzies. Then you'll be on Calha Street, so you'll be looking for where you got ahead and plugged into Rabble Street."

"Go. All right, let's go. Ahead! First, Rossi. You go tell your head about this! Hogs goes from north of Rabble Street, Jacqueline goes south, I go from the front of Calha Street, my sister begs you from behind."

"Yeah, that's fine. But don't forget to stretch as far as you can until Mr. Thor gets here."

The five figures split apart and quickly became invisible.

'Did you find out about some of them?

Tris spoke to his wife as a lamb stewed dish called Beauzies headed to the specialty diner.

'Mm-hmm, maybe, but I think there's four of us today. Because there are a lot of people around me even when I use Life Sense... Sorry.'

Bell answers with a little apology.

When life sensing (detect life) is at the magic level of the bell, the radius of one hundred twenty meters becomes the effect range, and all the mammals in it, mammals with some or more weight, and so on, are hooked.

Since the effect time is only for a moment, it is also impossible to tell whether the sensing object is stationary or moving.

The two of them had noticed the tail itself in the last few days.

Ever since I stuck the chase out to the Knights on the first day of my arrival at Dolan, I've spent quite a bit of time paying attention to my surroundings. Unless you're a small organization, the way you behave and its motives are generally common. There were criminal groups in the city of Balduk, so there's a lot of imagination about motive. But I wasn't even willing to do anything from the Tris and the others unless they came with some sort of help from the other side.

But I was just trying to figure out how many people are watching this one.

Nevertheless, it was two people who were made to recognise once again that life sensing (detect life) in a city with a lot of people does not make much sense if there are too many sensing objects and they are not roughly clamming for direction and distance.

When Tris and Bell walked down the road to Beauzies while cooling down the dewcase and plugged into a crossroads connecting with a small back alley.

"Ooh, brothers. Can I borrow it for a second?

A man who was leaning against the wall at the end of the crossroads came in and said:

"Do it or something."

"It's time for you to be clear. It was late."

Two people answering with an extra smile.

"Hmm?"

The man in front of him raised a voice that seemed slightly impressed, but the two slowly looked around without paying attention to it.

From the left and right back alleys of the crossroads, one man and one woman with a nitanita and an unpleasant laugh are approaching.

There was also an impending one woman wrapped around the swordswallowing atmosphere from behind.

There are few people on the street. But it's not like there isn't.

"This is it. Looks like you've already noticed. It's an honor."

A woman approaching from behind laughs, cheeks, as she hides her mouth with her left hand.

Looks like they stopped their legs at a distance of about five meters.

He wears something like a cape and exposes only the left half of his body.

"Well. So, what the hell are you doing with us? I'm busy right now."

Tris reaches out to his left hip with a thin grin but with caution.

Bell also reached for his hips and is already holding the sword pattern.

It became like nature and back-to-back with the feeling of being accustomed to the field.

"Hey, I need you to put some bullshit on me."

A man approaching from the alley to the right said.

The hand extends to his hips and holds the pattern of a long sword (long sword).

The passers-by who saw and heard it right next to it turned right and began to stay away from the scene, seemingly looking away at the disturbance that was happening.

"Kejime? Of what?

Approaching from the back alley on the left, this one answers Bell with a sharp glance at the woman who has already laid her hands on the sword on her hips, but the expression grins as thinly as Tris does.

"Oh, I didn't know you remembered what happened three days ago... this is why I have trouble with retarded monkeys."

said the woman as she stood behind her.

"Yes, it would be a big mistake if I thought Dawn was pulling in with her buddy fucked! Clara!"

"If they do, I'll do it back. It's obvious, isn't it?

The two approaching from left to right also had a gripping look on their faces and started calling something as they angered their shoulders.

A handful of passers-by also noticed the threatening voice and began to distance themselves.

Fighting is also an entertainment for the underprivileged, as long as they don't get themselves involved.

"Dawn's calling me to take a bullshit."

"Oh, you said five of them were poked out by the Knights three nights ago?

"Did those guys do it?

"You're lying, aren't you? Just the two of you, that's still young, isn't it?

"That bunnyman woman, she's dressed awesome, she's bumpy!

I start saying things that wild horses like to do.

"Whoa, whoa! Eyes tight, balls. Whoa, look at that! Don't be afraid of dawn!

A man standing in front of Tris and the others screams at the surrounding wild horses, but neither Tris nor Bell stands up enough to be confused by such a thing.

Anyway, Tris, Bell has been through countless adventurers and jerk-off fights since he arrived in Balduk a few years ago.

"Maybe fate is the magic of the woman behind it. I'll do that. But for once, be careful with the others."

Copy that.

Bell discerns that there will be some kind of flying tool, including magic, in the means of attack because the woman approaching from behind never comes close with her distance vacated.

"Just give me a minute. I want to check a few things. First of all, is it dawn?

Tris calls out to lure his opponent's anger to remove a bit of caution depth.

The condition of the voice was like making a small fool of a thoughtful opponent.

"... we got licked too"

"I don't know what dawn is."

I felt signs of a voltage rise at once.

"Calm down, you guys. These two don't live in a drain, so you just don't know the dawn, do you?

Because the woman standing behind her said calmly, the group seemed to have regained calm for a moment.

(... some guys are decent)

Tris thinks so, and tongues inside, even though it's easier for him to ride the cheap provocation.

"So? After all, what's a dawn?

Tris asks again, knowing.

Push your left hand into your trouser pocket when you release your right hand from the sword pattern to represent room.

"When the dawn breaks, that's about us. Come on!

A man approaching from the back alley on the right tells me like he's upset.

"I see. You mean the name of your group? Next, then. What the hell are you talking about? Even if they say it was three days ago. I don't know anything about this one."

Talk calmly, Tris.

But the four people who hear the words express their anger with their respective expressions.

"Oh, you cleaned the garbage that hung a little on us outside the city. Hey, is that it? It was pretty dirty garbage up to the trap, so it's natural to stick out criminals and clean the garbage as a duty of the King's people, right? Huh? Maybe those guys were dawn, too? Dawn is a criminal group!?"

Tris listening back on purpose.

I got my left hand stuck in my pocket, but it's fisted.

Inside his fist was a few pieces of currency that remained in his pocket.

"Ouch! What's wrong with that!?"

"If you get licked here, you're done!

Dawns explode their anger and begin to raise their voices of intimidation in their mouths.

And finally, the two people who were approaching from the back alley on the left and right made a sheath-running noise and pulled out their swords.

Seeing it, Tris reaches out his right hand to the sword again.

"Heh, so this much? Dolan's yakuza is so sweet... or so hopeless..."

Bell raising his chin and throwing a gaze looking down at the woman behind him.

"Oh, how dare you say that in this situation, little monkey. So much so that you're dressed like that, you must be monkey-like up to your head, huh? I'll catch a cold when I get to my navel..."

The woman approaching from behind said so, placing her left hand on the shoulder of the cape that was covering her right half.

My left hand, stretched out to my right shoulder, grabbed the shoulder mouth of my cape and threw it up "Ba!" The sound signaled.

On the right hand side, which emerged from under the cape, a large metal armor with a horrific design to intimidate.

It won't be as good as a shield, but there is a pretty wide range of armor that seems sturdy enough to play that role as well, and would be for three adult arms.

And from the tip of his armor, around his fist, was stretched like three long hook claws.

Hooknails look black and wet.

And the woman with the armor in her right hand, Carol the Evil Claw, was stretching her left hand hidden in the cape she threw.

From Carol's left hand, a flaming arrow (flame arrow) is launched.

This magic exercise took just one second!

Bell was also amazingly proficient.

It is the center of Bell's chest that the flames point to.

I chose that as my goal because it's also the biggest, so naturally, but more importantly, it was the biggest reason I came into Carol.

A bunnyman storms Carroll as he pulls out an infantry sword (short sword) that hangs on his hips. But I can't hide my surprise at the very fast rate of exercising magic.

I killed him!

Carol the Evil Claw laughs at the sight (image) of the end of the attack magic unleashed at an unspeakable close range.

During the Knights of the Viscount of The Hague, she practiced violently from the time of her squire and has been polishing ever since, a special attack magic she boasts.

I still don't lack daily practice.

The number of times I practiced would preferably exceed a thousand, including in action.

Although only for a second, the mental burden of mental concentration for the exercise of witchcraft is considerable, and the mental power that can continue it every day is not extraordinary.

... if normal.

"Gabbado!"

Too conspicuously, Bell quickly realized that Carol had begun to concentrate his witchcraft spirit without being blinded by his armor. He has a spell (command word) in his mouth at the same time as he dashes towards Carol.

"Become!?"

Stunning screams leak out of Carol's mouth.

The blue magic light covered the entire body of a highly exposed, unmistakably dressed bunnyman!

It was only a flash of light, but if you are a magician, it is a light that you will never see.

- Sorcery while running!? -

Of course, it's not exactly magic because what Bell used was the magic of the sturdy sword Short Sword of Stardy.

But the effect is the same as magic.

"Stupid!?"

Bell had found it to be a flaming arrow (flame arrow) just moments after Carol's attack magic was unleashed.

And when I gave in a little while running, I got the special magic that Carol unleashed on me with that forehead!

Instead of stabbing the flame arrow, the moment it touched Bell's forehead, it dissipated without leaving a trace to scatter and scratch off even on a hard stone wall.

Carol rushes forward with her right hand armor and tries to bounce back Bell's unleashed thrust.

It is unfortunate that Bell was critically attacked with armor on the armor of his right arm.

But Bell's power was stronger than Carol had ever imagined.

Though I could bounce back a heavy thrust, I would step on it and fall ill.

I managed to play the second shot as well.

But one of the three nails that was growing out of the armor is broken from the ground up.

Steel claws!?

It's something Carol hasn't anticipated at all.

Even though he was somewhat panicked by the shocking events, he managed to take a third blow as well.

But here again, another nail gets broken.

A specially made nail that has played, received, slashed meat and sipped blood without even blade ruining one of the many swords that have ever been relative.

Is that easy...?

Not if you take it next time!

Barely succeeded in striking a fourth blow, but he fell ill again.

From Carol's face, the room is disappearing and a dark rush of color is beginning to appear.

Already from Bell's face, surprises like when attacking magic was unleashed in the skilled trade have disappeared, and his expression has disappeared like the face of Nobu.

Against Carol, who wears so many different armors, he's going to deal with monsters who are nesting in Balduk's labyrinth, not people.

On the other hand, Tris, who was shaped to be surrounded from the three directions forward and left and right, was pulling out his sword to begin his journey by pulling out the blazing sword (Flame Tan) from his waist the moment he recognized the three looming.

First, she advances toward Jacqueline, the weakest looking woman who was approaching from the left.

Emeron! and Tris chanting command words.

When the Devil's sword flashed with flames all over his body, he saw the Devil's sword and cut off Jacqueline's left arm, the tendon inside his elbow.

Though deeply slashed, wounds caused by the Flaming Sword (Flame Tan) also stop bleeding. With his left fist still holding a coin in Jacqueline's face sheltering his elbow, and making it a stopping blow against her, Tris immediately looks back and uses wind magic against his back, now advancing towards Katze and Hogs, who reached the middle of the crossroads.

With a flash from the lower section, Hogs was slashed off with both hands holding the sword, and with a knife to return, Katze was swallowed and flown with the sword held, with the tip of his sword poked at its throat.

The shaver and the beard covering Katze's jaw make a chilli noise.

"Surrender adultly. That way I won't kill you, and you can give them a scratch allowance."

Hogs screaming as he rolls around from the pain of losing both wrists.

A little further away, the nose crushed Jacqueline stuffs and rolls without a groan.

And beyond Tris, who is poking a demon sword at Katze, their little head, Carol, is being pushed to the defensive side of the battle, which is called the Evil Claw and feared.

Katze is in a hurry.

To be honest, I don't even have sympathy around riding provocations easily about Hogs and Jacqueline.

Nor did he think he would be this strong about an elf poking a demon sword in front of him or a bunnyman trying to hunt down a small head in the back.

Especially about Bunny Man. Carol's magic at that distance, and I don't even know how he did it.

"Hey, you better surrender before that woman gets hurt badly. Make up your mind while you count five."

Not yet.

Aren't you coming yet?

"Five"

If only their head, Thor, would come.

I don't care how strong these two are, they'll take Thor's sword moves...

"Four"

Anyway, if we don't buy time as originally planned.

"Three"

Returning it also resents Hogs and Jacqueline's shallow thoughts.

Easy riding provocation.

These idiots are so much more thankful to be dead.

"Wait, please."

When Katze opened her mouth.

I finally caught their heads in sight as I scratched out the wild horses looking faraway behind the alley behind those whose Jacqueline was rolling.

"Yes, sir!

Katze screams with joy.

Almost at the same time, he said, "Gu! Ugh! Damn it!" raised Carol's painful voice, who couldn't afford it at all.