Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

... It was raining.

In the woods, the branches of the trees cover the sky, darkly closing the area as if at night.

In such darkness, the cold Shizuku, which descends softly, takes his temperature with brutal promptness from his weakened body.

- You screwed up.

The man muttered without a voice.

'You're going to have arms, you. I have a difficult yama, why don't you put it together if you want?

Those words are the beginning of it all.

In search of a teething adventure, a party leader of the same rank spoke to him as he went to a different city to change the banks of the river. The story was exciting. Difficult Dungeon Attack by forming alliances with high-ranking adventurers - alliances between parties and solos. What awaits is enormous rewards, precious materials, treasure rumors, and powerful enemies like arms ringing.

It was the end of my luck that I had been caught by such information and aided by other parties, who had tried to be unreliable and lonely. It was good until I dived into the dungeon and destroyed the big man, a well-tailed treasure keeper. But what awaited after that was a despicable deception on the part of the man who brought the story.

In retrospect, all the faces collected are solos, except for the core party. If there had originally been a crusade for the eyeballs of the request, it would have been a calculation to cut it off there. The theory is that lone wolves are stronger if they are adventurers of the same quality, but only if they are also one-on-one in a complete manner. Skillfully pushed by trouble from the road, where exhausted and cut off, you can't be ambushed by skillful collaboration from behind. Besides, it was used sparingly until the courtesy that kept it warm and hidden. In the solo group that joined the alliance, the man was the only survivor.

- You're an idiot, me too.

The man was an adventurer who fell into the veteran category. I was still a young man in the sky, but it's been a long time since I got on this road. Born as a civilian, he brushed his arms in the city vigilante, cut off from his monotonous, invisible life, and flew out of his hometown seven years ago. In this world, which is supposed to be promising if held for a year, he should have been skilled enough. This is how it is.

The killing of adventurers loses their lives, don't turn your backs on the unbelievable... I was proud of my arms, scratched unwanted greed and broke that iron rule, a painful punishment.

It is devastating the traitors in a turmoil. That's good, but I had shallow wounds myself. The potion of healing is used up before things are done, and all that remains in this hand is the one sword you have asked for. The life that lived in the sword and killed it with the sword was about to come to an end in vain, grabbing only one sword.

- This is where it ends?

With the pain of the wound, intense regret strikes my chest.

I don't like it. I don't like how it ends. In the woods where no one is, they die of wild sun. That's not good yet. But I don't like to die halfway through this.

I want to wave more swords! I want more swords! I want to fight with more swords!

The path of a sword that pushed itself up to a cheap height, which was nothing but vain and digesting time in a small city. That was everything about the man. More than gold, more than wine, more than rice - something more important than those that have won with one sword arm. The days when you have had time to wave your sword, kill with your sword as long as you have enemies, and even improve your skill. That's what I'm trying to attribute to nothing today.

Not really, I thought.

I picked up the stones of the river plain and tried to keep building them up until today, the castle of the sword. That's just one mistake and it collapses without a trace. I regretted that. And if it is the Lord of swordarms better than himself that bears it, he shall still be accepted. But it is the blade of filthy betrayal that is about to bring this body to its death.

I was careless. I was just careless.

- I don't want to die.

Unconsciously, at last, that's all that accounts for a man's thoughts.

I don't want to die. Oh, I don't want to die, I don't want to die.

Bullish the sword, do not be proud of the sword, wave the sword. That insistence I imposed on myself. Whether you wronged it or covered it up, I just wanted to live. I've slaughtered and killed under that belief, sanded all the wreckage, and I wanted to live.

Laugh if you're shallow. Contempt me if I despise you for not being proud. Only this arm, this sword, is my pride. It is unbearable to be scattered by fools and animals who cannot solve their swords.

- Give me my life.

- Give me the power to get rid of this death arm.

- At the earliest, I don't hate anything for that.

- Let's throw away our pride, let's sell our souls too.

- So give me the way to live on the sword once and for all!

… at that time.

I heard a muddy horseshoe. And the sound of wheels running on rough ground.

- Carriage?

If you're aware, you're in the middle of the street. As he crawled unconsciously alive and dirty, he apparently went out on a path through the woods. That's where the carriage went.

The carriage stopped at an inch to scowl at the man with a grunting horse hissing.

Someone comes down the carriage. On the ground soaking in rain, yet it came down without a sound.

The man unexpectedly doubts his eyes and leaks his voice.

"Is...?

It was a young woman who showed up.

The finer white skin of the skin can be seen in the dim darkness and also in the sumptuous eyes. The green eyes that look down on this one are like big emeralds. A glow that feels enchanted, but cold and hard. A conspicuous nose that draws an elegant curve but falls out. It is an inexcusable beauty, but it is not only the appearance that surprised the man.

A greasy one-piece dress with exquisite embroidery on the cuffs, with a white front that shines light into the darkness of the woods. On top of glossy dark hair, it is a white cloth ornament to wear. On his left arm, he was passing through a joking armband that could be read 'LA PREMIER SERVANT'.

Made, is. A lady squire who works in noble or wealthy merchant's mansion and serves her husband. For whatever reason, he stands in front of a dying swordsman on a road in a rainy forest.

It was a strange sight. Surely it is not strange that a person in the same capacity as riding a carriage is accompanied by a maid there. But it would not be the kind of arrangement that would get you off the carriage first when you encounter a live fall with a hand wound. Wow, I thought it might be an illusion I saw when I was wading, but I didn't have too many claps.

The man shudders for a moment, but soon realizes it.

- I have a sword.

The woman hanging on her left hip was a sword that fit in her sheath. Double edged from scratch. Is the blade crossing about 60 centimeters or so? It is a good deal to be handled with thin arms, but it was still different for a woman who wanted to graduate.

- Left chest, strapped like a name tag on an apron is an Adventurer Guild plate tag.

- And the silver color glowing around your neck, is that the collar of a slave?

A maid with a sword, wearing an Adventurer Guild ID and proof of slavery.

Only one man knew a woman who fitted that trait.

"[Silver Wolf]...?

It is a rumor I once heard in my neighbour, Brosenne, capital of the Kingdom of Arquelle.

Among the adventurers on which this city is based is a maid of slaves kept by nobles, he said.

Its name is [Uni the Silver Wolf].

A bitch tied to a collar and insulted. Its nature is a silver cursed wolf. He who once identified himself as an enemy could not help but devour his throat, the name of the beast of hell.

"… it was called by a nostalgic name."

To the man's leaked soliloquy, the woman replied.

The tone is inorganically dry, but the impression of the voice itself is arguably young. Something like a teenager who looks too beautiful to identify his age, but to listen and find out? That age also corresponded to the characteristics of the [Silver Wolf].

"Who are you to call me by that name?

The woman is observing the man with the eyes of an unafraid hound.

... strong. The man intuited. My back length should be two heads lower than myself and so light as to whether or not I have half the weight. Even so, he didn't even divulge his fighting spirit to the point of killing, and yet this intimidation that sounds like a wound. Perhaps even if I am full, I am far from it.

Definitely. This woman is the [Silver Wolf].

As well as being convinced, many of the legends that color her float in the back of her brain.

At the age of ten, he became an adventurer and was promoted to level D within a year.

In the meantime, he takes three Class D adventurers who insult his husband for disrespect without allowing him to fight back.

Two names are given as exceptions from the overly out-of-digit request achievement rate, even if they continue to remain in that rank after reaching level C….

This is the extreme. A vicious party with a good enough hunting ground monopoly pulls a few B-class adventurers from the city of leeway to occupy the dungeon. But someone who showed up there said he instantly killed them all and left. The Alliance said that one of the receptionists whined jokingly about the emergence of an awesome high-ranking warcraft.

'... what is that warcraft you all say was possibly a silver wolf?

and.

Shortly before the incident, a [silver wolf] appearance was also witnessed heading into that dungeon.

... It was supposed to be a euphemism of eyebrow spit. That presses the man with a vivid sense of reality.

The rainwater mixes and the cold cut saliva rings his throat. Is this what you think of spitting?

To the stiff, trembling man, the woman asks again.

"... do you want to die?

"Ah...?

"Mercy and life may be saved if you are not one to avenge your husband."

The word captured the mind of a neglected man.

…………

Will life be saved?

Don't you have to die?

Is that what you said, this woman?

The man shouted at the strawy hope he had been extended.

"I'll ask you again. You are..."

Like knocking out a voice asking who it is.

A man just speaks for himself.

"... hey, no..."

"... I don't want to..."

"I want to know who you are first..."

"... dying, wanting to, nah! Me... Huh! You're dead, you're dead!

A cloudy voice in anxiety echoed in the dark woods.

An ugly, shapeless plea where God and the Savior just turn away.

As I heard it,

"- Heh? Is that really?

The devil appears in front of you.

"Your husband...?

[The silver wolf] caresses the person who stepped down.

Your husband, did you say? He's the Lord of this [Silver Wolf]?

That was a young man. He was a young man who thought he wasn't even twenty years old and left the boy's taste perhaps. Red copper hair, blue eyes. Your face is quite neat. But it was uniquely tidy. As if it were a cheap doll, some unimpressive equilibrium was just aligning the noticeable nose. Whatever you may see from a man, all you see standing in front of you is a mediocre nobleman's sergeant.

You think a young man who seems to be anywhere like this is the master of that [silver wolf]?

To the man who eats, the young man slowly moves one step closer.

"Please step back. I don't know who he is yet."

"You're just an injured man, aren't you? From what I've seen, he sounds like an adventurer."

"Possible assassins, disguised as such."

The woman repeated her words to the boy who looked at the man in a swallowing manner.

But her Lord stepped in even further without the wind that he had heard.

"But what can he do in this state?

It was a word full of quiet confidence.

If you are a regular man, it is an insult that can kill you outrageously, deeply and [silver wolf] beings.

But the man was aware. The atmosphere created by the person in front of you is not alarming by insulting the semi-dead. Whether a man is in a state of fullness - at least, he will never remain slashed by himself, when he has something.

Understanding that, [Silver Wolf] pulled back heavily.

"- I offered you something."

"Fine. Because I don't care."

Waving to his squire for eagle fried, the young man gave in beside the fallen man.

And whisper this in a friendly voice.

"I don't want to die. You did say that, didn't you?

"Ah, oh..."

The man replied yes to the question.

"Whatever it takes, you don't want to die, do you?

"Oh......"

The man replied yes to the question.

"Whatever you're going to point your sword at, you don't want to die, do you?

"Oh......!

The man replied yes to the question.

"Whatever happens - you don't want to die, do you?

"Ahhh!

The man replied to the question… yes.

"I don't want to die! I... don't want to die!

Tears flow as you wash away the mud that has reached your face.

In a sipped bamboo, a mixture of sludge.

There will be no difference. Is this the figure of an adventurer known as a cheap swordsman?

But no matter how ugly it may be,

"Ya, even if... even if you abandon your pride! As if I sold my soul! Don't die. No!... I don't want to die!

"- Great."

The devil admitted the answer was yes.

"The answer was far more important than who you are, and most importantly, it inspired my empathy."

"Help me, give me... Ru?

"Oh, of course.... Uni, help me get him to the carriage. It was a boring aftermath trip, but I think I got an unexpected pick up on my way home."

"... as your husband wills"

"Well, we have to do first aid for now. B-01. If you're free, get me the tools that are loaded. Anesthesia that works well, disinfectants, bandages, shrubs, and blood thinners."

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The maid and the young Lord who gives orders to those who lacked it and a terrible presence.

On the side of it, the man had accidentally let the question go.

"Hey, you... what would you have done if I... had replied to 'I didn't say that'?

The first person to come reaching out for salvation, acknowledging his obsession with raw, let go at death.

If you refuse to do so, what lies ahead?

It was a question I couldn't help but care less.

"Hmm? Well, if you get that answer back..."

And the young man mouths a blatant and horrible answer.

- You've been experimenting with corpses ever since you died the way you wanted.

"Right..."

The man closed his eyelids, not thinking deeply about what it meant.

"... no need to be mean... correct, it was..."

And consciousness sinks into darkness.

The next time he woke up, the man fell asleep, praying to stay alive the same.

A man's prayer, only half fulfilled.

In other words, he could wake up alive, but he could not wake up unchanged.

"Oh... it's a beautiful day..."

I stretch out as much as I want as I lay my hands on the dazzling sun.

I also felt the illusion that the elaborate joints and muscles after working through the night dissolve and extinguish fatigue in the morning light.

Well, the illusion is just an illusion, but I'm sure this cheer is still comfortable.

"On the morning of your trip, hit it and put it on. Don't you think, brother?

As I say, I can wave Teng himself, who made me pack all night.

To the words, my brother Linus Strain Ovenil gave me a grin back.

"Oh, you do, Turius. The beautiful sun my brother deserves the day he nests out of this mansion."

"Absolutely! Ha-ha-ha..."

"Ha-ha-ha..."

Two brothers in this world laugh cheerfully, not even on the day of parting.

Heartwarming, really nice sight.

So how come all the ministers who went out to drop you off to the front door are just blue or cramped faces again?

... Well, it's a reward for empty sarcasm, so I can't help it.

"Are you ready? Then go."

And my brother, who says back to his true face. As soon as the evaluation was revised, it was good.

Better than going on sloppy, but I just wanted to expect a few more thoughtful returns.

"Yeah. Well, I'll be there."

"Oh, no, Turius. You're an embarrassing guy to say hello wrong at a time like this. What you should have said here was," Goodbye. "

"Haha! My brother is tough too. But you said hello, too, didn't you?

"Hmm? As far as I'm concerned, there's no more word I'd like to send you."

"Ah again. You really wanted to say this, didn't you? Like this -"

I only moved my lips to show them without speaking out.

If... if...

"- Right?

…… Koyatsuzu, hahahaha!

"Hahaha!

Me and my brother laughing spasmodically with thick blood vessels floating around their foreheads, constantly joking around in tension all night.

Oh, you shouldn't. What I did was too much for Nori on the spot.

I was looking for a place to cut the conversation, thinking that you still can't sleep.

"Wow. Enough caricature, bro?

A low, thick voice cracks in.

If I noticed, there was a man standing at the front entrance of the mansion, at the door so that I could judge him by his back.

A black coat with holes all over it, this black chest armor full of cracks again. He was just dressed as a burglar, blurry in the dark. However, the crucified two-handed sword on the back, the used atmosphere it creates, gives the impression that it is not the only one.

"... who?

Who does what with a hard voice, brother? Naturally. He wasn't seen at the Mansion until yesterday. Instead, he doesn't look like a good person to go up into a noble mansion.

My brother's eyes have stirred each other up with mine, and he swallows swords. As it is, we can call the guards and knock him out.

So I decided to take it away from you before then.

"He's an adventurer I hired to escort him. No, now that you're going to be mine alone, are you a former adventurer?

I told you the truth, especially since you don't have to lie. He blurted,

"... I don't care if you ask me to leave you alone."

and pinch your mouth.

My brother frowned.

"You offered to leave yesterday, didn't you?

"Yeah, it's an insane thing. But just in good shape, I knew Uni because he was nearby. I'm sorry for the rush, but it's a corner, so I decided to ask him to come with me."

My brother was only surprised by my explanation, but he decided there was nothing false about the story, or he snorted.

"This is rude, my brother's guest. If you can, would you like to accept my name?

Not bad at all, saying you were rude with your mouth. He is even a noble nobleman named Earl, assuming. Maybe he hasn't even seen this adventurer as the same person, such as a man in a dirty outfit to see it too.

The man guesses it, or gently flaunts his shoulder before naming it.

"Dooey, it's Dooey Schwarzer. Rank is Grade B. I'm familiar with this industry, but it's better to name it [Doue das Doue (Zweihender)]."

"I'm sorry, but I can't hear you."

I guess, Dooey, who sighs and shows off in a big way. My brother would have asked adventurers to do it, but I think it was probably only necessary to present the terms to the guild reception and pay the reward. Ordinary aristocrats either do that or have their own dedicated adventurers from the beginning, so they don't even care about the adventurers.

In the first place, a creature called aristocracy often looks down on civilians as well as livestock, except those in monasteries or some merchants. No matter, slaves are less than that. Livestock is to blame for killing for nothing, but slaves have less complaints about treating hunting prey as well. As you can see from my bad reviews, they're not completely ignorable. [M]

So my brother's unscrupulous attitude also falls within the scope of common sense in this world. Dooey doesn't get angry either. I wouldn't even think about it.

"Are we done here, brother? Then Dooey, you stay in the carriage, too. He's with me there. It's my escort, and the low roof of the squire carriage won't help you catch your sword, will it?

"Heck, it's an honor to be here with the new Viscount."

Saying, Dooey heads to the carriage with his hands flickering.

My brother gave me a look behind him.

"I didn't expect you to hire adventurers other than that girl. Is your prized dog lacking?

And how you still haven't said enough disgust.

I'll let you go, so I'll take it.

"I also received your position, and I thought that Uni might not have enough hands on his own. Well, you can do it with more hands, but that would damage her appearance, wouldn't it?

My brother's face when I heard the words was quite a sight to behold.

"But I feel weird."

Out of the Wang capital, around running down the street for a while, Dooe opened his mouth.

of his forehead, stroking one fingertip above his eyebrow, and doing his eyes on the view out the window.

"I told you I liked your head, but it was refreshing. More like this... I thought you had glare, nausea, that sort of thing."

"I tried my best not to have that after-effect."

I am intrigued by the conversation I have with him as I leave myself to the vibration of the carriage with my cheek cane.

Honestly, I'm sleepy and sleepy, so I'd like to sleep until today's inn, but it's also a waste of data on new pieces that have been adjusted. So I'm going to pull a lot out of my reaction to the conversation.

That's right.

This black swordsman, adventurer Douye Schwarzer. He is the second masterpiece to follow Opus 01 Taruni, Opus 02, the first "piece" I have put my back on in a long time.

The modification applied to Dooe seeks to improve its ability with the opposite approach to Uni, which has been enhanced and efficiently trained and grown by dosing since childhood.

Thoroughly modify the adult primitive body with reference to various types of data of mass-produced promotional modified slaves such as the M series. Strength reinforcement of the skeleton and improved speed of transmission of the nervous system were applied to optimize muscle tissue placement. As a result, physical abilities jumped dramatically in the short term - should be. I don't know because I haven't tested it yet.

So to speak, it was Uni who took a medical approach and took the time to teach, and the opposing Doue can be said to have been surgically modified in a short period of time.

Which is better, well, in general theory, for a long time. In the case of Uni, from early childhood, when the brain is at a developmental stage, multifaceted education has led to out-of-digit versatility as a single individual unit. It takes time to cultivate, but he's a genius generalist. But in Dooe's case, a specialist who has been adjusted to make full use of an area where one human has accumulated experience over the years. This one is difficult to accommodate, and you can expect to surpass the former in your area of expertise. Besides, as long as we have a primitive body that meets the conditions, we can make it quickly. Besides, there are still hidden balls in Uni.

and so on.

"Hang on, my husband is a bad person."

Dooey laughing at Niyanya and saying.

What are you talking about?

"To your brother, when you introduced me. I can't believe you lied so much."

"Your husband can't be false about one thing."

Uni, who was silently recording the conversation at the corner, raised his face and argued.

"... I met you first, and that body rested closer than anywhere else: in the basement of the mansion. And I made the final adjustment in a hurry for a sudden exit. It would be disrespectful to deduce your husband's wishes, but you will feel sorry for him."

And then he concludes, "While overstepping, I decide it's unnecessary."

Boulders are childhood friendly (can I say that?), I understand my intentions well. Indeed, Dooe was what Uni found rolling into the carriage's whereabouts on the way home from talking to that investigator in Zanktogaren. And I hoped that whatever it was, I would not want to die, so I modified it as my escort and connected my life. Of course, the place is that lab we pulled out completely before dawn today. She's right, there's no lie in explaining to her brother. It's just a big, small, missing fact.

Dooe opened her mouth wide and laughed.

"Ha ha! Sounds like something, huh? [Silver Wolf]? Or should I say seniors?

"Feel free"

"But you. I've thought about it since we met, but it's heartless, Senior Yeh. Is that it, too? Is that a generational disparity in head shaking surgery?

"No, it's the same thing I did."

You seem to misunderstand something, so I'll pinch your mouth.

"... Huh?

"So the brain modification surgery I did with Uni and you is exactly the same thing. Write down your obedience to me, delete your hostility to me, well, there are other rules that make a difference, and there's a distinction between the male and female brains... otherwise you can say the same."

Dooey looks like a pigeon ate a bean cannon in my description. Even so, there are still not enough cannons in this world to be called beans.

"'Cause the downside is bigger even if it's not too much, right? Especially in the case of Uni, I have been educating them since I was a corner child and even improving the basic performance of brain miso. You sound like an idiot to mess up there badly. Well, mass-produced types that need to be aligned with homogeneous performance are considerably limited by emotion."

"Huh? So you were like that mass-produced type with vegetables? Koitz."

That's what happens. I wish I could say that I was a vegetarian in my educated and bound personality. [M]

"Ha ha... Seriously, I can't believe it"

"As far as I'm concerned, your disrespectful attitude is more incredible. Master, later I propose to perform a realignment focusing on the language field"

"Whoa. Give me a break, senior."

"That's right, Uni. Think about it. This modest, slightly obnoxious looking Dooey quickly folds and behaves correctly."

"… is complete. It's a sight that does have something to tremble at. Again, I'm afraid of your husband's plot."

"Don't be emotionally appealing about that!?

I felt my cheeks loose in the appearance of a Dooey with a luxurious scratch and a slightly more polyvalent uni than usual.

Around being able to express your emotions so richly, it is good to say that there are no post-operative sequelae first.

... when I was caught in such emotion.

"- Whew!?

"Your husband!?

"Whoa!

Suddenly, my body was thrown out of my seat, wondering if my body swayed heavily with the horse hissing. Luckily Uni gets nothing thanks to his quick reception...... no, leaving it alone shouldn't hurt one thanks to his courtesy though.

Meanwhile, Dooe has done his hand at the gains he has carried, and is still staring out the window with a flair he has just pulled out.

Instead, I stroke Uni's head, then let myself go, and ask him toward your table.

"B-01, what happened?

"It's an assault, sir. Probably like the Bandits."

Bandit raid. It's not impossible. This happens, so in this world we can hire even individuals, the business of adventurers is formed.

For a moment, I didn't even think it was my brother's offer, but yesterday today this awkward speed was out of his taste and policy. It would be reasonable to consider it a coincidence.

"It's a courageous thing to say that it's still near the king's capital. Aren't you afraid of the Knights of Policing?

On the king's knees, right around the corner. It's the kingdom's finest Kingsguard knights packing nearby. A bandit or something like that is just enough power to snuff off his armor sleeve.

"Probably the type of burglar who moves grounds regularly."

To my soliloquy, Uni supplements the discipline. A boulder is an adventurer with two names. Until a few years ago, these arrangements must have been her specialty.

"The journey. Immediately take the golden-eyed object and leave before it is captured by the official constitution. Is that why you're repeating this all over the place?

"Yes, most of the time we don't negotiate with or abduct targets, but kill them all and take away only the goods to maintain their lightness."

Livestock work in a time play, robbery and murder in a previous life? If you do emphasize time constraints, you are quick to kill and take them away.

I couldn't feel calm being entangled in those people by boulders. Frustrating, scratching his head a little rambling.

"On your traveling day, all of a sudden this? Totally..."

- Is it on or not?

With that intent in mind, I watched the "work" before the test, waiting for instructions whether it was now or not.