Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

March 29, 7451

Bennoco read the truth from Rembal's words and the look he had on his face.

In fact, Bennoko suffered quite a few injuries, and he had the same sense of crisis as Renbal.

Bennoko wrinkles his eyebrows for a moment, but immediately fires a blow of restraint at the adventurer standing in front of him.

He then stepped sharply into the space vacated by the retreating adventurer, while simultaneously lowering his left arm shield horizontally and turning it large.

The radius of rotation of the shield becomes unmanned and the rumbal rolls into the space.

Renbal stood up and waved the Battle Axe, creating a gap for Bennoco to adjust his posture.

With the two of them advancing, of course, there is free space behind Bennoco.

The space is immediately occupied by a bath.

Thanks to this, there is still a gap between the second carriage and the center carriage.

You can say that it is a brilliant collaboration with skilled skill.

"Bath, let's go...!

When Rembal tried to yell, he saw a new recruit rushing towards them.

A nobleman wearing fine leather armor and a hat with feathers.

A bare dagger is held in his hand.

Already, five rookies are passing by the Green Group (Verdegli Brotherhood).

The more you add, the more you can truly escape.

Intuitively, Lenbal decided that.

"Left!"

and continued to draw everyone's attention.

But unfortunately, no one was able to respond.

Except for Julietta, who fell to the ground and breathed constantly.

--Are all of them left!?

Appreciating the Greens (Verdegli Brotherhood), Count Robotney ran past them.

The princess of Rombert, held down by one of his knights, is already at the tip of his eyes and nose.

Ah woman - lying on her right knee on the right hand of Princess Rombert lying on her depression, the knight holding her down as a horseman looks at the Count with a joyful face.

"I've confirmed it! It's Mimile Fawkane!"

Eye contact with the Count and report back to the Knight.

Mmm, well done.

"I'm putting a crossbow on my leg, but I'm sure there's nothing wrong with my life."

I see.

The Count crouched down with a faint smile and reached out to Mimile's head, who was lying face down, grabbing his hair and causing him to wake up.

"Status Open... Definitely"

The Count's voice contains a pleasant color.

"Come on, you guys, step in. Soon....."

And I order the knight who stood beside Mile to watch the battle go on.

Pee!

Mimile spit at the Count, but the spit flew only a little from her face and fell to the ground.

How are you?

Though there was a faint smile, there was a cold light in the Count's eyes.

"Who are you? What about you guys? You know who I am....."

"Oh, you know. It's useless to say anything, miss."

"Ku... (Arain-sama)... (Taeke)..."

"Hmm. My beloved Marquis Grid will be doing well with his rightful wife in a territory far away from here by now without knowing anything. You're pathetic."

Mimil opens his mouth again, losing to the Count, who speaks in a cold voice.

"That's not true! You like me... you like me..."

In fact, Al hasn't said a word like that, but her truth is enriched by delusions.

- Hmm. Surely a suitable hostage to the Marquis de Greed?

The Count smiles openly.

"You're an important hostage. I won't kill you."

Mile, who was grabbed by her hair and forced into an impossible position, could no longer but stare at the other person.

Late, though, Bath understood why the two of them were forced to leave the space... misleading.

Len, this way!

Berth, who had been moving to the space where Bennoko was, flew further and rushed between the second carriage and the center carriage.

Renbur was told to follow him immediately.

And even Bennoko followed them.

Running through the gap between the hissing horse and the rear of the second carriage, the bath turns left.

Then....

"Ah!?"

The Deebus adventurers were going around the carriage just like them.

They are still on the side of the carriage, so the distance from the bath is seven to eight meters.

Instantly noticing that some of the adventurers had long-handed weapons (Paul Arm), Bath turned around to shield the shrubs that were growing between the streets and valleys where the carriage caravan was parked.

While Renbal was enduring a weapon as long as the opponent had, he went further and tried to launch an attack from the opponent's side of the valley.

Barth's ears, thinking and executing without saying anything, heard Renbur's footsteps, which had stopped immediately after him.

--Ren's bastard, how did you get to read my thoughts?

With a little smile, Bath tried to walk around the shrub.

At that time.

"Wait, Bath!

The voice that stopped him belonged to Bennoko.

The voice was too unexpected for Bath to turn around and stop his feet.

And...

Goodbye.

The shield on my left arm hit Bennoko's body.

- Huh?

Bath raised his voiceless voice and looked at Bennoko with his eyes open.

As Bennoko smiled, he hit his body and regained his collapsed posture, running between the valley and the shrubs, as Bath had imagined until just before.

Benno, what are you doing!?

In the air with nothing to grasp, the bath scratches the algae while holding only the long sword that I am a regular user.

Then she turned back to me and twisted herself to try to lower her shield, which was equipped in her left hand.

Cancer!!

When you get a big shock, you run from your left arm.

A shield hit the tip of the rock that was sticking out into the valley.

But thanks to that, I was able to fall into the river, not into a hard river.

The river seemed to have some depth and never hit the bottom of the river, but it drank a lot of water.

- Oh no! Take off your armor...

Though not so much a torrent, it is a river that flows quite fast.

Somehow, the band with the shield on it was ripped apart and abandoned, and when I was able to put my face on the water, I could not hear the fighting.

I managed to get to the shore, and while scratching the algae, I hit my head on a rock or something and lost consciousness.

"Nuuuuuuu!

Leaving the matter to Bennoko, Rembal waved his axe like a spiritual god into the Daybus adventurers.

Rock, who was in the back, also fired a bow to cover him.

But....

"Gah!?"

The Adventurer's Sword is stuck on the side of Rembal.

"Father!

Rock drops his bow and pulls out his hip sword.

but....

"Ah!?"

The knight of the Count, who was sneaking up from behind, pierced his back.

"Oooh!!"

Grasp the incision from your stomach with your right hand and quickly replace your left sword with an opposite hand.

Then, while sticking out the tip of his sword from his left side to his back, he fell behind with the strength of the whole body spirit.

"Agu!? Wow!!"

The knight shouted with a sword in his belly.

"Fu... fu..."

Juliette's consciousness gradually fades into the intense pain that strikes her every breath and the blood that spills out instantly.

--This is the time to pay your annual bonus...

Within his dimming consciousness, Juliette's horse lights spin over her head.

"Bath, let's go...!

The familiar rumbal sounds arrive.

Renbur is in a hurry.

Your body temperature is gradually losing.

"Left!"

He struggled to defeat what happened to his witty voice and his face, which was facing over the sky.

A man wearing a hat with a little decorative wings is running around.

"Gu...!

Though the voice of pain leaks, the body is attacked again by severe pain.

The blood that touches the palm of the hand that was on the abdominal wound gains momentum.

I was a little impressed that there was still so much blood left out.

It won't be long now.

- Is he your best friend?

The man in the hat crouches down five meters from Julietta and says something.

Apparently, the princess has been captured.

There are still battle sounds and angers that seem to belong to the Rembals.

--The princess won't get caught, will she?

The bow string in my left hand was still safe.

Turn your trembling right hand behind your hips and pull an arrow out of the crushed arrow (Quiver).

From the shape and feel of the arrow wings, it can be seen that the blade is a blade head.

- Anything.

Someone ran by.

Slowly hold the arrow to the bow while lying on your back, squeezing the remaining force and pulling.

The target man is grabbing the princess's hair while another man is holding him down and talking.

--Damn, Princess, your left hand is safe.

Regardless of the right hand pressed by the foot, if it is not injured, the left hand seems to be free.

- Well, that's fine. I'll make you a chance... don't run away.

Suffering from severe pain, Juliette tied her teeth so that her voice would not leak, and Juliette pulled her arrow.

The target is the side of the head of the man holding Miles down.

--But if that man is the best...

My men will be in a hurry if I kill the boss.

It is difficult to say that the bow is sufficient, but there is no big problem at this distance.

Not to mention that the target is not wearing metal armor...

My vision began to blur.

Are you blind because you don't have enough blood, or because the blood flow to your brain has decreased?

--I have no time or power to get lost. Stay.

Juliette leans on her back and releases her bow.

--That's not Balduki... yes, it was delicious when I said "hot dog"... again...

I closed my eyes again without showing my face in the air.

Mimile's right hand still holds the longsword (long sword), but it is crushed by the knight's knee, several fingers are bent in an uneven direction, and a thick arrow (quarrel) fired from the crossbow remains stuck in the right leg, bleeding continues, albeit in small quantities.

"Hmm. Hey, you can't use magic anymore, so tie it up..."

The Count stood up when he ordered the knight who was holding Mimil down.

Exactly then.

An arrow flew from nowhere, hitting the Count's waist.

Originally, the arrow was thrown at the side of the Count's head, who was crouching in front of Mile, but the Count was about to get up, so he missed his aim and shot through his hips.

And the hitting knife had a slightly special shape, with four small blades attached just behind the regular knife.

The blade was sharply sharpened like a razor, and it was cut like a thin piece of paper, such as a leather compartment and a bag of heavenly wool that was housed inside.

"Uh-oh!

Count puts his hand on his painful hips.

The arrow pierces the Count from his waist to his belly.

Blood seeps from between the Count's fingers to hold it.

"My lord!"

A knight who stood up unintentionally and reached out to the Count.

And Miles noticed a crystal ball spilling out of the bin.

Ah!

The Count shouted with his hands on his hips.

Mimile took off the restraint instinctively realized that the crystal ball was precious, and that the person who looked like a thief was taking care of it without letting go, and jumped in disregard of the pain transmitted from his hands and feet.

You!

The Count reached out to Mile while poking one knee at a time when he couldn't stand the pain.

The knight decided that Miles who grabbed something and circled was harmless and began to concentrate on healing the Count's wounds.

"Kill him!

The Count who screams in desperate shapes relieves him of his mental concentration, and for a short while the knight is dazed.

"Kill him!

Once again ordered in a strong tone, the knight tried to wave down his sword on Mimile's back.

And...

A dim flash burst from beneath the squatting Mile's body.

The flash dyed the surroundings dimly in an instant, but quickly returned.

At the same time, the knight loses power from his limbs.

"Whoa!

The knight dropped his sword, poking his knees on the ground, and then his hands.

"Ahhh!

The Count also opened his eyes with a sad face and screamed with fear.

"Ah... ah..."

The knight trembled, feeling a primitive fear of being forced to take something dear from his body.

Behind him was a steady loss of vigour from the Count's face, with his eyes wide open.

Only the same fear as a knight can be seen in that eye.

"Hmm... bah... stupid... don't forget this... gah... stupid..."

The Count murmured with a crouched voice.

The Counts had no reason to know, but none of the men who were fighting at almost the same time lay down on the spot.

The eastern raid was wrapped in silence.

Occasionally, the wind makes only the sound of the trees shaking the leaves.

In that case.

A voice was heard after a while.

"... fufu... fufu... ufufu..."

It's a laugh.

The Lord of Voices is feminine, but far from healthy.

That night.

A village square a few kilometers south of the eastern raid.

A Dark Elf merchant was on fire in front of a small tent.

--Even at this time... the knights who came before me won't come back, is this a success?

Three days after he opened a stall for essentials such as linen and small items, but needles and threads in this place.

As expected, two knights arrived early yesterday evening.

The knights stayed overnight at the house of the village lord, the jazz, and waited for the Miles to arrive, but they never showed up after the scheduled time, so they turned back the way they flew their horses.

That was hours ago.

Whatever the carriage, it would be strange if Miles hadn't come back by now.

The dark elf merchant poured extra firewood into the fire with a faint smile.

In this situation, we should spend the next two days in the village, as originally planned, and appeal to the villagers to be fully present before returning to the country.