Sairin Yuusha no Fukushuu Hanashi

The book of the night descends on Leitesia.

A meadow zone that stretches over the land of Peter, surrounded by darkness at night.

Among them, only Schmerz, the holy capital surrounded by a pure white Great Sacred Gate, shined white.

Under the brilliant moon that illuminates the earth - a large mansion that soars in the 'Holy Light District'.

In that one room, there is a beastly whisper.

That scream, which resonated violently, gradually grew taller, and eventually broke off putzily.

"... chip"

In that room with a sweet scent of brain marrow swinging, one man rings his fingers to distract the irritation.

At its feet were several sub-women rolling unconscious, and the man abusively put his foot on one of them.

The man scratches his head galloping with short, cut, yellow-green hair and leaks his breath.

What was going as expected was thwarted by an unexpected cross spear.

The two of them who ran the orphanage - George and Lily - said they still had a lot to do.

"Fools."

Man - Marx Pietro Sandalfon muttered so in a low voice as he stepped on the woman's head at her feet.

Originally, I was prepared to just rub it off even if the presence of the orphanage was exposed.

You won't know that George and the others and I were involved in fishing underground in the orphanage.

I embarked on my own orphanage investigation with caution, but there was no evidence left that I was involved.

That's good.

The question is what happened to those two.

In the basement, traces of battle were seen slightly.

Marx steps on whether those two have been raided by someone and have already been killed.

So, who killed you two?

Marx still hasn't grasped the key information.

They use the Knights of the Diocese to investigate publicly and use their men to gather information even behind them.

That's what's irritating Marx.

"Ah... ah"

Unexpectedly, a woman at her feet leaked a small groan.

It's a werewolf breed (Wearwolf) that I grabbed a few months ago.

Its long and beautiful limbs are engraved with countless scratches that make you want to cover your eyes.

From those eyes that were shining like gems, the light had already been lost.

"Shut up...... Did I tell you to open your mouth?

Marx's kick enters the belly of a werewolf woman.

The eyes are open but unconscious, and there is no bare gesture that you are in pain.

Good thing Marx kicks a woman over and over again.

"Try to react to something. Yeah? I'm bored. Try to entertain me."

"Or..."

Critical.

Marx's thick fingers tighten the woman's neck.

The white skin gradually depressed, when the woman tried to blow a bubble and peel off her white eyes.

"Mr. Marx."

I opened the door, and a man came in.

I belong to the Knights of the Diocese, Marx's men.

"When people are having fun, don't give them water!! I told you, Master Melt! Respect the man in front of you! Are you great enough to get in my way? Oh!?"

Throw the ashtray you had at hand at your men and Marx yells and scatters it.

Excuse me, I screamed, and the man rushed out of the room.

"... let's eat, incompetence"

That's right, throw it away, and Marx takes his hand off the woman's neck.

Because of my men, Xing has been shredded.

Marx glances uncomfortably at the women of the rolling werewolf species.

"You ugly beasts"

It was when he stopped the magical incense driving the werewolf species crazy and Marx calmed his hips in a big chair.

"- You seem to do whatever you want."

In that room, where no one else was supposed to be but Marx, the voice of a ragged man sounded.

…… Who. Where are you?

Marx getting up from the chair and looking around the room, but I don't see the voice lord.

Before Marx, who reinforces his vigilance, his voice leaks a crunchy, low laugh.

"... show yourself. If you didn't want to be killed."

Towards the presence of an unidentified opponent, Marx unleashed a strong intimidation.

It is not of the refined knight that he releases, but of the pressure of the beast, which grudgingly murmurs its prey.

It was received, and the Lord of the Voice appeared.

……

The only thing illuminating Marx's private room in the dark at night is the moonlight that is plunging through the window.

There is a part of the room that does not reach the light and is covered in darkness.

From there, as if darkness had taken shape, one man appeared.

"Oh, scary scary scary"

Dull red hair and dull red eyes.

A man in his fifties or so, with an unpleasant grin reminiscent of a wolf.

Marx looked familiar to his face, and to the pitch-black robe that was wrapping his body.

"Luzas Gilburn......"

About two months ago, the magician of the kingdom crusaded the Nara Labyrinth by taking over the "Earthly Demon General".

A man feared by two names, the "Great Demon's Guide," stood before Marx.

"... how did you get to this room?

"I let you in normally. Be quiet, but don't get in the way."

The building is guarded by Marx's men and a number of traps have been set against intruders.

Beyond that, Marx became more alert to Lewsas, who said 'normally'.

"Come on, don't look so scared. We're buddies, right? Killed Amatsu, each other."

"... have you come all the way out here to say that?

"No way. You wouldn't even be close to celebrating the thirtieth anniversary of killing Amazu."

Marx sharpened his eyes to Lewsas' ridiculous demeanor.

Thirty years ago, Marx is one of the captains of the Knights of the Cathedral.

To teach it, Marx let some of the 'power' go free.

"Don't lick me too much, Lord Luzas. It's not like when I was a haulier in 4th Squad."

"... Sounds like it. Why don't you have something interesting?"

Seeing it, Luisas gently stroked his right arm wrapped in a bandage.

"Well, suppose it's time to get down to business"

"... you think it's the real deal?

"Don't you want to know who killed George and Lily?

…………

He narrowed his eyes, emitting a sticky, dull light, and smiled like a fierce beast.

Luisas tells.

"I killed them because..."

◆

"Phew. It's refreshing."

Night.

Elfi, who was going to the bath, returned to the room with a satisfying look.

Only the Inn in the Sacred Capital (nice place) is well equipped.

As a result, the accommodation fee is fairly high, but there is not much money, so there is no problem.

Hot, whining and taking off your clothes as you deserve, Elfi.

Turning away from exposed nudity,

"Mmm."

Elfi, sitting in her chair, went with her eyes to tell her to come over.

I don't like what this guy's thinking, but I know.

Dry your wet hair, I'd say.

"Just get dressed, clothes. Just wear it thinly."

"Yep."

"I'm not drying you out."

"Mmmm...... You selfish bastard."

This guy......

After making sure that Momoko and Elfi wore clothes, I turned to the back of Elfi.

Elfi's silver hair is wet and glossy in the water.

I used to hit the cloth I bought in Empire with a bump on Elfi's hair.

I try to keep it down and remove moisture from my hair with a cloth.

"Mm-hmm. As always, it's a good hand job"

"Thank you."

When the water comes out, now use magic.

Flame magic and wind magic are used simultaneously to produce hot air and hit it a little further away.

Then he put his finger in the root of his hair with one hand and adjusted it so that the hot air could reach the back.

Replacing the hot air with a hairdryer is a knitted move on the journey as a hero.

The magic of "Burning Blast" was original, but it's groundbreaking to use to dry your hair, I remember being told.

- I, Mr. Amatsu, may like to have my hair dried.

... you've also dried that woman's hair.

"Mmm. Io, what's wrong?

"... no. Isn't it hot?

"Mmm, no problem. Keep going."

... as great as ever.

How many times has this been done to dry Elfi's hair?

Were you in the process of leaving the Empire and heading towards the Patriarchate?

"Doing it yourself stinks! But if you don't do it, my beautiful hair will be a mess! Do it, Io!," he asked me to get sick of it and had no choice but to dry it.

"Phew. Bite the honor of drying my hair, but good"

…………

"Hot!?

"Ha..."

"And I'm hot! Hot!"

A few minutes later, I finally finished drying them off.

Every time, it takes a lot of time.

If you cut the bass, it'll be a little easier to dry.

Thinking about that,

"Yes."

"Huh."

From behind, Elfi pulled my hair out.

"... what are you going to do"

"No, I'm curious"

Look, Elfi's been showing me the hair she pulled out.

It wasn't the gray hair that was caught between her fingers...... it was the gray hair.

"There are many others."

While looking at his hair, Elfi pulls his hair out continuously with the butch.

Stop it, you're losing your normal hair, too.

"... gray, huh?"

It's the color of my hair when I was an amateur.

Under the influence of the immense magic that resided in my body, my hair discolored and became that color.

My hair greyed now is probably the effect of [Hero Reproduction (The Raise)].

Not surprisingly, it uses just as much magic as it once did.

If you overuse it, your hair might turn all gray.

Well, before I used it too much, I'm still not sure about the activation condition.

It could have been used really well in the fight against Luzas and Olga, but it doesn't activate well at other times.

After all, will it only activate against someone I can't beat?

It needs to be verified... but it's hard.

Somehow, I want to keep the activation conditions down.

... than that now.

"Heh, heh"

This guy enjoys pulling out on the way out and pulls out other hair.

"Come on, stop it."

"Aww!?

I put the chop in and stopped Elfi coming out of my hair.

"Ugh.... now I remember, those homunculus guys were made out of weave hair or something, right?

Olga, you mean him.

"Oh. It looks like they used other nails, skin, and magic patterns."

"I can't believe I can make two homunculus with that... What if my homunculus is also made..."

Apparently he was using loss magic (Lost Magic), so it wouldn't be that easy to make.

Even when it comes to my homunculus, all the data has been erased, so it shouldn't be made anymore.

"Speaking of which, isn't your body similar for you?

Elphi's torso is a fake made of magic.

The real thing is sealed somewhere in the remaining labyrinth.

Reproducing the lost body with magic would also be quite skillful.

"Not at all, dude. Unlike homunculus, the minute body can be manipulated by its own will. This is magic handed down to the Demons. It's going to take a lot of magic and a lot of precision magic manipulation."

"I see. Can other demons use it?

"No, only me and Orteguia could use this at Demon King's Castle"

Well, I guess so.

If magic like this is used easily, we're not talking about trouble.

"... could you also use Ortegear"

I fought him once, but he couldn't do enough damage to defect his body.

This sorcery is a real pain in the ass considering it plays even if you drop your hands and feet because of it...

"... oh. Very busy, but he used it better. Well, this can only grow your own flesh. It won't matter this time."

"... right"

Let's leave Orteguia alone.

What we need to think about now is our next avengers.

- Marx Pietro Sandalfon.

Cathedral Knights, 2nd Squad Captain.

Until a few years ago, he was deputy captain of 2nd Squad, but the death of his former captain promoted him to his current position.

A powerful captain who fights using both swordsmanship and witchcraft.

He also has leadership, and the second squad has several men who admire him.

I'm usually in the quarters of 2nd Squad in "Holy Light District".

He is also stationed in the "Holy Light District" and his men appear to be in and out of his mansion frequently.

He is also known as a Meltist follower of the Sub-exclusive.

That's the information I gave you after one of the orphanages.

I haven't been able to get through to Lily and the others yet, but I'm pretty sure it was related to Michelle's words.

I'm not going to be able to get any more information, and it'll be time to sneak into the dormitories and mansions.

I would carefully look into the revenge target information if I could.

It's possible he's hiding something as troublesome as Lily and the others.

Plus, it helps him think about the vengeance he deserves.

All right.

Let's start investigating Marx's neighborhood tomorrow.

It is intolerable that traitors live in peace for a long day.

That's what I decided, and it was just a matter of time.

……

Conn and the door were knocked.

There's only one sign outside the door.

But I can't be alarmed.

Because the paralyzed selectors could have launched an attack.

"... elphi"

"Oh."

Stay fit so you can fight at any time.

"... who?

"I'm sorry for the night. I need to talk to you for a second."

…………

What I heard was a young man's voice.

That, too, sounds familiar somewhere.

Slowly opening the door, there stood a man in a hood at the depth of his eyes.

When the man checks his surroundings, he slowly removes his hood.

What was there was the face of a man I didn't expect.

Tidy short blue hair.

The man with a sharp eye, he looks familiar.

"... Leo William Disfriender"

Cathedral Knights, Second Lieutenant.

The revenge target's men were there.