Sairin Yuusha no Fukushuu Hanashi

- This is the memory of a distant day.

The boy was born in a small village, in the eastern part of the Holy City of Schmelz.

He was a coward, a child who had just wandered off.

The boy was so timid that his parents told him, "This kid doesn't have enough courage".

There were many active children in the village and boys were rarely made fun of.

The boy couldn't run around or climb a tree.

Even when asked why he was scared, the boy didn't know.

I was just scared.

Since the age of seven, the other children have started to talk about their dreams.

"I want to be an adventurer"

"I want to be a cool hero, like Amazu"

In what they say, the boy couldn't find what he wanted to do as one.

I'm scared to be an adventurer and fight.

You can't be a hero, you can't be yourself.

I couldn't find my cowardly dream, I just sat back on the stump and spent my days looking at the idyllic landscape.

It was one day.

"What are you doing there?

To the boy who was sitting on the stump, there was someone to talk to.

I was as much of a girl as I was.

"Looking at the landscape."

"Hmm. Are you having fun?

"... I wonder. I don't know. No."

"Then listen to me," the girl said, sitting next to the boy.

And leave the silent boy alone, the girl comes talking to him unilaterally.

That parents are tough, that they read the Bible every day, such stupidity.

Listening to the girl, the boy says something he thought.

The girl was satisfied when she finished talking, or she left.

The next day, the girl came.

He sits next to the boy and talks to him.

The boy also says a few words about what he thinks.

The day after that, and the day after that, the girl came.

"It's not fun to play with you," the girl told the boy who nobody talks to, over and over.

"... hey, why are you talking to me?

One day, the boy heard.

It wouldn't be fun, but I didn't understand how a girl could talk to herself.

"Why... because you listen to me properly"

"Huh...?

To the bewildered boy, the girl said with a nickel laugh.

"The other kids in the village like to run and climb trees, right? If I wanted to talk to you, you wouldn't listen to me."

"... I just don't like to exercise."

"Still, you listen to me and respond properly, don't you?

…………

And when I talk to you, it calms me down.

So this is how I want to talk to you.

No? and the boy shook his neck to the side in a panic to the girl leaning his neck.

Calm down.

I had never been told that way.

But when the boy was also talking to the girl, he realized he was very calm.

"... name"

"Hmm?"

"I haven't heard your name yet."

"Ah! Speaking of which, I didn't hear your name either!

Weird, the girl replied, laughing.

"I'm Killier. Killier Ursula Avern."

Nodding at the girl's words, the boy said.

"... I'm Leo William Disfriender"

This is a memory of a distant day.

Engraved in the memory of a boy and a girl, met.

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"... but you were a real clap"

Marx whined small and zero as he waited for visitors in his private room.

That night, Luisas came all the way into the mansion.

My spine got cold when I heard from that guy about the guy who killed George and the others, but there's so much to be dismayed about.

The ghost of the hero Amatsu and the demon tribe who are acting together.

I thought it would take a little more effort to trap those two.

At least they would do enough to amputate both hands and legs to the encounter head, but I didn't expect them to be intact.

"I didn't know you would bother to help those stupid women. You mean" hero "even if you rot? I'm afraid I'm too stupid."

Assuming that's a real amatsu, you know as much as you were betrayed thirty years ago.

And yet, I'm a bottomless fool that I can still help people.

"... but I was ready to get my hands and feet slashed before I put them in a trap."

Somehow, those two stopped on their feet before they were slashed by Marx.

I crushed the floor with that gap, but it's a little puzzling.

Both were, in skill, outnumbered Marx.

If I'd been slashed from the front, I wouldn't have been able to deal with it.

From the beginning, I was going to show them slashed and weakened, and break the floor with that gap.

"Was there not as much difference as I felt...... or were you wary of me"

I would have killed those two with greater certainty if you had come in time to sever my hands and legs.

By breaking the floor, I wasted some of the magic grants (magic items) that I was receiving from Lewsas, for the 'Against the Demons'.

"If this is the case, I should have taken that magic grant without setting it up."

Even without that group of Magic Grants (Magic Items) made for "For The Demon Clan," Marx had a back hand.

There's a trump card that pokes "Hero Amatsu" and Demon Clan surprises and just drops them on the trap.

"Hmm...... okay"

The ghost of the "hero Amatsu" had lost his power.

He seemed highly skilled, but to that extent.

Be a demonic woman, if it were to the extent that it would be enclosed in the Lewsas junction, it would not have been a great strength.

Inside the hole are multiple junctions to tailor those two and some traps set up.

Some traps, including the junction, were prepared by Lewsas, but I fully grasp their effects.

By now, those two would be around the time they're eaten by a trap.

All you have to do about those two is take care of them after they're done.

"Are you saying, after all, you were too vigilant? That's a lot of work for them."

I remember those two falling to the bottom of the hole, when Marx distorted his lips.

"- A long time, congratulations on your head, huh?

Indoors, a familiar man's voice echoed.

Standing up bah, Marx finds himself up.

"Me too sweet to look at them."

"... Lord Luzas."

Sounds all over the room, the voice of Lewsas.

Marx lowers his gaze when he realizes that the audio source is around his waist.

The pattern of the sword used by Marx - at some point there, it was in my eyes that a small ring was mounted.

"This is..."

"That's a good one. A magic gift that conveys voice and magic. '

When.

Marx mumbled in an attempt to ask such a dumb question.

When?

It's settled, the first night I made contact.

Lewsas did not let the vigilant Marx distract him and mounted a magic grant (magic item).

The fact that Marx didn't realize it until this moment today would be a substitute for the on-off type, which would not release any magic until it was used.

…………

Are you angry? Instead, it would be a muscle to thank. If I hadn't skipped the magic, they'd have slashed both hands and legs off, right?

"... I was rather working out what to do, assuming they would"

"Right. Am I interrupting something?

A blood vessel floats on Marx's forehead in a voice color that mocks his loss.

With frustration, I reached for the ring attached to my lower back sword.

'Come on, are you going to break it? I don't want to do this. "

"I don't want you to do anything unsolicited. We will destroy other Magic Grants (Magic Items) as soon as we find them"

Making a crisp noise, Marx smashed the ring.

The voice of Lewsas, who was hearing it, becomes a noise mix.

'Oh, good. I've eaten this far. Don't screw it up, all right?

That word. Finally, Luisas' voice became completely deaf.

Throw the ring to the ground and trample behind your shoes in frustration.

"I don't know if he's a" great demon guide "... but he's in a bad mood. I don't need to be told."

It was that man who prepared half of the traps in that hole.

You think it works all that well and you can't kill it?

"... chip"

Or are you licking yourself by so much?

Either way, we can't break through the trap with those two.

"Whatever, my half (...) is filling up."

I'll check the whole room and find out because Lewsas didn't set anything up.

Apparently, it's just that ring, and he hasn't set anything else up.

"Now, more than that..."

Guissili, and Marx's seated chair clasp.

Meditate your eyes and switch your consciousness.

Thinking is not about intruders or Lewsas.

- Killier Ursula Avern.

From the first sight, I thought she was a good woman.

Every woman in the congregation is dressed, but she's full of nasty, bodily people when she takes it off.

But Killier isn't.

Tight body shape for a look that is beautiful enough without being dressed.

Marx was convinced that Killier was the best woman from the beginning.

"It would be enough for a nasty subrace to make it a toy... Huh, you're still a human woman if you really enjoy it."

So far, I've got whatever I want to get.

I used George and the others, who were my bosses, to get the money and the status.

I used the money and the status I gained, and I got my men, and the women I mocked, and even the power.

That woman is no exception.

Killier really wants to get it.

The body is also important, but it is important that holy singing magic can be used.

If you don't need it anymore, you just have to eat (...).

"Ah... Mr. Disfriender. I'm so sorry."

I realize Leo is in love with Killier.

Because I realize it, I want extra Killier.

"I'm sorry you climbed up to your seat, lieutenant."

How hard I think I've come to this position.

There's no way I can forgive such an ass blue kid being right under me.

"Kuku"

What would that young man look like if he found out about the end of the former captain that Leo had revered?

Just imagining it makes my chest feel so bad.

"... hmm"

Within the thought of that, time has come.

Around midnight, a little bit in front.

"There's no sign of those two coming out. Have you been eaten by my half?"

Then let's just say we enjoy this one here.

Then a few minutes later, there were visitors to the mansion.

When I opened the door, Killier, dressed in simple clothes, stood.

"You've come a long way, Killier."

At the doorstep, Marx greets Killier with a smile.

"... good evening"

Kirier tends to nag, her voice shuddering small.

I found out how frightened I was, so I could take it.

"Come on, what are you doing here? Let's talk in my room."

Marx urged Killier to his bedroom, as he was about to laugh.

Stay down, Killier follows it silently.

(Stupid bitch)

As a personal look at Marx, Killier is not the kind of retarded woman she is there for.

Because if you were just an idiot, you would have been swallowed up by the number of manipulations in the denomination and couldn't have been in your current position.

(But...)

When Leo gets involved, the story changes.

This woman knows the horrors of what she calls' power 'because she knows the number of manoeuvres in the denomination.

The Knights are also deeply involved in something called power and cone.

If the Church, the Knights, and Marx, both deeply involved, seriously turn their hands around, they will inhibit Leo's birth.

It would be possible to fly to heavily fought secluded areas and even invite them to die in battle.

(In fact, you have to be quite impotent to drop the disfriender that has grown to its present status at that young age)

…………

Killier was afraid to close Leo's future and accepted his engagement to Marx.

Apparently, this woman is afraid of becoming Leo's foot wrapper.

(That's why it was so easy to put in, Kirie ku.)

Marx bites the mockery out of his heart desperately.

That's why

"... eh"

On the way I walked, I held my ears and couldn't notice the breathtaking Killier.

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"Let's make some tea now. Just sit there."

".................. Yes"

Let Killier sit in her chair, and Marx will go get some tea.

In the tea that gave him white hot air, he sauntered the brown powder removed from his nose.

The powder dissolves quickly and becomes invisible mixed with the colour of the tea.

It is a powder that has been roasted with certain herbs and is prohibited from being used.

Drink as much as you put in tea and your consciousness will faint as if you were intoxicated.

By the time the powder expires, Killier will be dying to drink 'tea'.

In that case, Killier will no longer be able to leave Marx.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Killier looked up small as Marx returned to the room with his tea.

From nervousness, the face was bright blue.

"You don't have to be so hard. Here, drink this tea."

When such tension disappeared as soon as I had a cup of tea, it was when I tried to give Killier a teacup.

"... what the hell are you doing...?

Killier glanced at Kick Marx and said so in a trembling voice.

A slight upset arises in Marx's inner mind at his impatient expression.

"... yeah? Kirier, what's wrong? In the meantime, calm down..."

"There's a scream... I hear screams."

"... what?

Holding his ear, Killier tells in a plundering voice.

"I've heard a lot of women screaming ever since I walked into the mansion."

"... what are you talking about?"

He said, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey..."

To Killier's words, this is the time Marx froze.

It is not heard by Marx's ears, such as screaming.

No matter how good your ears are, you can't hear them in the basement here.

(Even if you try to use witchcraft, you should hear it... ugh!

To the word magic, Marx opens his eyes haha.

The name of the sorcery this woman uses is "holy singing sorcery."

It's a special kind of magic that recreates the miracles of God (Melt) in modern times.

(No way, - "Holy Hearing"...?

It was written in the Bible.

"Holy Light God" Melt said he didn't miss hearing the voices of those seeking help.

The miracle was called "Holy Hearing."

If only this woman could use that...

"What are you talking about, Mr. Killier? You are tired. [M] Come on, drink this tea and calm down -"

I smile briskly and offer tea to Killier.

If you even drink this, it doesn't matter if you have a "holy hearing".

Slightly more forcefully, but if you let him drink this...

"-"

A feeling like a batch of little thunder ran into Marx's hands.

The teacup was played, made a noise and scattered.

"... were you putting something in the tea?"

"... this is"

"After I heard the scream, I kept my boundaries tied to my body. … from the unclean, the junction that protects the body."

Killier glances at Marx after glancing at the tea stained in the carpet.

"What the hell are you...?

Killier's eyes look at Marx from the front.

It is not the face of a woman earlier.

Impeachment of evil, the face of the priest.

"I didn't know you were hiding this kind of power."

"... I wasn't hiding it. I've never heard you scream before."

Marx narrows his eyes that it's a nasty ability.

Killier stares at Marx with a harsh look on her face.

"... deny, you don't"

To Killier's words, Marx blew out small.

Then, tip tip tip, and slap the desk with your finger three times.

'Cause you don't have to deny it.'

"... why?

"It will be decided"

Bang, and he made a noise, and his men jumped into the bedroom in response to Marx's signal.

- Because you're gonna die here.

I kept my men on standby in case of an unforeseen situation, but I didn't think they were going to use it for Killier.

Marx sighs when it's something that doesn't stay at all.

"Kill."

"Are you sure?

"It's a shame we can't humiliate the mausoleum, but if we keep it alive, we don't know what kind of miracle we're going to have. Slap your neck and make sure your breath stops."

It's a waste, but there's no choice.

Let's eat the body after we kill it for sure.

"... eh"

My men pull out their swords and hang on to Killier.

Failure to cope with the movement of a trained knight, Killier's neck is severed -,

"-" God's Holy Flame Here (Anthem Incinerate) ""

The white flames covered Marx's vision, which he was so sure of.

Shortly after Marx leaps away, his flame-drinked men scream.

I rolled my jitters around the ground and lost consciousness as it was.

――――

Killier let him exercise a magic powerful enough to outperform advanced magic in just one word.

Kirier is standing in a white flame, shaking her blue hair wrapped in strings.

Calories so unusual - but no burns to the bodies of the burned men.

"Excellent. This is what I hear rumors," holy singing magic "......!

"If we don't resist, we won't do any more harm.... Mr. Marx, can you tell me what you're doing? No more sinning is -"

"I deserve that power!

Marx dawns as he sees a miracle reproduction.

To Marx, who pulled out his sword and approached him, Kirier waved her arms down silently.

I don't burn furniture, I just aim at Marx and I get white flames.

"Admittedly, its power..."

"... ugh."

White flames swallowed by trained knights without exchanging.

Marx avoided it by looking up and turning his back.

Killier breathed for a moment in the flexibility beyond imagination and immediately moved on to the next attack.

In conjunction with Killier's behavior, a blade shaped by white flames strikes Marx -

"- It's not a little girl like you I'm using!

Marx turned forward and dodged it.

The momentum of the rotation filled the distance with Killier, and he got up and slashed it at the same time.

Killier can't react to that tricky body twitch.

"It's called treasure rotting, you can't!!"

Aimed at the lower abdomen, Marx's penetration.

"-" God Doesn't Forsake Me (Play Aegis) "!!"

On the invisible wall that appeared at the same time as Killier's chant, the blade made a noise and broke into heels.

I can't get my hair in for a while and Marx releases the palm bottom, but the walls don't even move small.

"... of the Holy Light God, defensive magic."

"Yes, you cannot break this protection."

Marx nods as if he gave up, keeping his hand against the wall.

I looked at it and lay my eyes down, and Killier gave me a sad look.

"Mr. Marx. Don't sin any more. Master Melt said." Admit your sins and repent "…"

"Mr. Killier..."

"Everyone makes mistakes. After you commit a crime, it's important to know what you exchange. Mr. Marx, come with me to the Knights' quarters. So, if you explain the situation thoroughly..."

To Killier's words, Marx raised his face.

Killier relaxes, wondering if you understand.

But shortly afterwards, he hardened when he saw the mockery sticking to Marx's face.

"You're a really stupid woman."

Marx's arm, which touched "God does not forsake me", emitted a red and black light.

Simultaneously with Killier's retreat after one step in the glow.

"-" Magic Taunt (Spell Divauer) ""

The wall that was protecting her was swallowed up by Marx's right arm.

Killier whose defensive magic is easily broken and exposes her agitation.

"... eh"

"It's too late."

Marx's arm grabbed Killier's throat faster than he emitted a white flame.

Lift Killier's luxurious body gently and slap him hard against the wall of the room.

To the shock, Killier's consciousness flew.

"Oh... oh, ha"

Marx's arm grabbing Killier's neck.

Countless red and black blood vessels were appearing on the exposed skin.

In the middle of that tube is a diamond-shaped crystal that pulses with freakiness.

"Does this bother you?

"... eh"

"It's part of the power of the" hero Amatsu. "I got it in return for working with George and the others."

With a sticky grin, Marx speaks.

George and the others were continuing their research to recreate the cells and magic of the "heroic amatsu".

In the process, Amazu succeeded in reproducing to some extent the magic trick of "magic snatching."

"They seem to have reoriented their research on Homunculus."

"Ka..., ha... eh"

Make a bumpy noise and a part of Marx's body will deform.

From the gap in his clothes, something like a red and black tentacle appeared.

Its tip has a circular mouth stuck with countless teeth.

"Now if you eat others, you can make some of that power mine"

"... eh"

"Kirie kun...... Eat off your soft skin, sip blood, and chew up bones. By doing so, I can have your holy singing magic."

Tentacles twitch, approaching Killier.

Killier tries to escape, but he can't even move into Marx's human detached arm.

"If you're going to be my pet, there's nothing I can do to help you?

Marx's grin painted with passion, as if he had boiled dirty water.

In a hazy consciousness,

"... no, it's... ugh"

Killier rejected it.

To give in here is an insult to the God you believe in, and to those you love.

That's not all I can do.

"Abominable. I didn't know a female kid flair would turn me down."

"... eh"

"I'll eat you to the bone marrow."

A wide open tentacle strikes Killier.

――――

Memories of a distant day ran behind my brain like a running lantern.

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I missed you.

My parents are corrupt about raising their status in the church and don't even try to see Killier.

I didn't want him to get mad, so Killier had to be a big, good kid.

That's why I always wanted someone to talk to.

I told a friend my age, but he didn't seem to understand.

When the older boy told me to "climb a tree more than that," I accidentally laughed.

There was no adult I could talk to.

That's when I met one boy.

Intimate, timid, slightly dull boy.

Killier knew the village kids were making fun of him.

It was just a whim to talk to him who was boggling off the village.

Just boring.

Killier unilaterally zeroed his stupidity.

Anyway, because I didn't think you'd understand.

But.

"... eh"

The boy listened to Killier and said exactly what he thought.

Hold on, hold on, though the boy was a lousy mouth.

I was glad Killier listened to me properly.

Then Killier started talking to the boy.

About two years have passed since I met the boy?

Being close to an active Killier had made the boy somewhat tame to the children of the village.

"Look, I'm coming."

"But... it's dangerous."

He said, "It's okay!

On that day, when the children of the village gathered, Killiers entered the woods, which were forbidden to enter.

The reason is childish that I just wanted to explore.

Forced to pull the reluctant boy, Killiers go into the back of the woods.

"Ah......!

Along the way, Kirier saw a beautiful flower garden.

Somehow he wanted the flowers that were growing asexually, jumped out of the line, and Killier stepped into the field.

While he was obsessed with beautiful flowers he had never even seen, Killier went into the back of the woods alone.

"... that?

By the time I realized there was no one around, and the sun was going down.

Alone in the woods, Killier wandered for hours.

The sun goes down, the surroundings go dark, I don't even know where I am.

I was scared, sad, anxious.

And while you're wandering.

"Lulu......"

Finally, Kirier met the demon.

Multiple little werewolf-shaped demons jump at Killier, drooling in their covetousness.

I can't do anything about it, and I sit back.

"Help... eh"

That was right after.

Someone broke in between Killier and the demon.

――――

There's not even a moonlight, dark forest.

Nobody comes to help me, in the dark.

When demons attacked me and I was dying.

"Also... it's okay now... eh"

Blurb your body, and now you're about to cry.

With a stick of wood in my hand, someone rushed me to protect Killier.

That, the boy's name is -.

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Zdon, and something fell to the ground.

Seeing, the decapitated tentacles were groping around on the ground.

Marx leaves with a distressed look on his face.

"- You, dear."

Then, the neck that was tightened became much easier.

Something warm supported Killier's body as she disfigured and fell to the ground.

That seemed like a reproduction then.

If not, he's neither shaking his body nor about to cry.

With an angry look, you would be holding a single sword.

- It's okay now.

That's what I said in a soft tone:

"Leo, kun......"

Leo William Disfriender.

- It was Killier's precious, childhood tame.