Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

The square before the dungeon was surrounded by an unusual hustle and bustle.

It's usually a square with some dazzling, relaxed air, but now miners, adventurers, and merchants from the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce are busy moving around.

Some carry the injured, some carry the corpse. Some gathered scattered weapons or cleared away debris. What we are doing is varied.

In such a corner of the square, the heir sat blurry. Next to his right, a similarly sitting lourier had toys and cheeks with the treats he still seemed to have hidden. As her heir turned her attention, Roulier hugged the bag of sweets to shelter her sassy. And when I thought of it as "mmm" as distressing for a while, it was eventually time to offer a piece of sweet.

"What are we going to do?

Next to the left is the tip where the heir spoke as she cheeked the treat. Bayu sat there. With his knee on his pillow Kyle and Vita resting in peace with Suyasuya.

Currently, Kyle and Vita name windows include:

Occupation: Owned by Debt Slave 'Laseheima'

described as.

"... I think I'll stay in this city for a while"

"Oh, why again? You have enough money to free yourself from slavery, don't you?

"You can't send them because you don't even know where they're from. Then it's safer to stay like this than to badly free yourself from slavery. I've got work to do here."

Roulier snorts and devours the sweets.

"Ask the adventurers to find their home, and in the meantime, we'll wait here."

I see, and the heir was impressed. Though I'm only a child, I think about it a lot. But I tilted my neck.

"You don't have to ask an adventurer. If you ask a guy from the Milliardo Chamber of Commerce, you know what I mean? Well, I don't know if anyone's surviving."

If you look around, some bodies haven't been cleared out yet. Carried and arranged corpses are covered with white cloth, and from this position we cannot confirm who is who.

Hearing his successor's words, Bayu raised his voice "Ah". Apparently I hadn't thought of it.

"... can you tell me?

"You're not hiding it now. The Myriad Chamber of Commerce itself is gone."

One old man walked up to them talking about that.

Shan of the spine and a stretched butler standing old man is Fried, an old merchant affiliated with the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce.

"I'm going back to the mansion. Come with me."

Fried just walked out without waiting for a reply when he said that.

I feel like I had a little more of an attitude this morning, but am I in a bad mood? The heir tilted her neck.

Two Laseheima Chamber of Commerce carriages stop at the end of Fried's walk.

This carriage climbed up a carriage aisle off the square. Although miners and adventurers will not be the first to use it because it is a long detoured road so that even carriages can climb the slopes, the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce, which carries out magic ore hauling, and dewstores with a lot of luggage, seem to often use it.

Either one of these carriages was supposed to have Sefina's body on it.

It was not long after the battle that Fried came to this place.

He came and began carrying Sefina's body with his men. But the prize money as Sefina's red name. equipment she wore. The value of the corpse is immense. An adventurer complained that he was going to take that away from him, but Fried said Sefina's body belonged to crusade client Mirialdo. Furthermore, at the same time as Myriald's death, his assets moved under the control of a commercial guild, which the Laseheima Chamber of Commerce bought out, so he explained that Sefina's ownership of the body lay here. Indeed, the owners of Kyle and Vita had been changed to Laseheima in support of that story.

Looking at Fried's back, his heir lifted his hips.

"Roulier"

Calling it, she also stands up softly, cheeky with her sweets all over her mouth like a squirrel.

To be honest, I don't want to see Laseheima, but I wouldn't be able to ask for your help and ignore it.

At that time, the heir remembered something important: "Ah."

"Rulier, where's the money? What happened to the money you got from Mirialdo?

"Mmm? Thigh mummy"

And, Roulier, who answered, took the jalajara and the large gold coin out of the [item box].

"So that's it all? I'll take care of it."

When his heir said so, Rourier honestly offered him a big gold coin with a nod.

His successor had forgotten, but when entering into a cooperative relationship with Laseheima, he had exchanged certain promises.

When we brought Rulier back, all her belongings were confiscated, and from there, only the artifact promised to be returned to her heir's hands.

Anything else is in the hands of Laseheima. Even though it was a breaking condition that I won because of, I almost ruined it by offering a large gold coin in jeopardy.

The heir thrust a large gold coin into her pocket, exhaling in a ho.

Bye. Bye.

The heir said goodbye to Bayu.

Roulier also looked at Bayou, looked at Kyle, looked at Vita, and waved pretentiously.

"Yeah, again"

As Bayu nodded, the two walked out towards the carriage.

on its back,

"You know what?

and Bayu raised his voice.

Hmm? And to the two of you who looked back,

"I don't think I could have come here alone. I think I was just crying forever. But it's okay now! I'll protect you both! So, thanks!

The voice echoed in the square where the sun began to tilt is that of a high boy who has not even received a strange voice.

But the voice is ambitious and powerful.

The heir walked out again laughing small.

Roulier snorted his soupispid nose roughly and nodded, following his successor on a small run.

Regret is something you do after it's too late. You were really right.

Bayu was on the carriage for the two of them and dropping them off until they couldn't see the carriage any more.

The boy's face, illuminated by Sy, was strong and sunny.

"... you survived"

It was the word that came out with my mouth at the same time as I woke up.

There is no relief or joy there. The voice had only the colour of disappointment on it.

"Was I wrong to help?

It was the old woman who said that. He looked familiar. She was the shopkeeper who came to Berg and stopped by to buy potions.

Lanza woke up slowly from bed.

There is no pain in the body. I just felt uncomfortable all over my body. The identity of the discomfort is clear. This is an after-effect that remains in your body when you use Lightning Transformation. I drain a part of my body as electricity and this happens when I didn't come back.

Lanza's body today would be an expression close to reality when it comes to a state of holes everywhere.

Tissues all over the body, from organs to muscles to bones, are partially missing and dysfunctional.

And even more than that,

…………

Lanza's right arm was completely missing from her shoulder.

"... there's nothing I can do about that. If you're going to stick it out, there's still nothing you can do about the potion without the whole thing."

"What is this place?

Lanza asked. What I slept in was a simple bed. The room is small and cleaned up beautifully - it would be more appropriate to say a room with less objects and more qualitative. It was definitely a room I didn't recognize.

"This is a slave quarters in Laseheima. It's like an injury camp now, though."

Looking out the window when told, what you can see there was certainly the square in front of the 'Demon Mine Cave'.

I guess it's the end of the fight that people are busy going out with.

"What happened to Three Felonies Red?

"He's dead."

"............ right, ha. You really made it happen, that guy."

Tears spilled unconsciously.

What tears is this? Are you happy? Is it sad? I wasn't sure myself. I just felt strongly that it was "over".

Lanza never took her dreams seriously in her life.

But I could risk my life for Millard's dream.

Sefina is dead. Myriad's dream came true.

Is this a victory? Or is it defeat?

What would Miriardo say?

There is no more answer for me forever.

Potatoes and Shizukuishi fell on the sheet.

To the leaning Lanza, the old woman turns her back quietly.

There's nothing I can do.

The wound won't heal no matter how good a pharmacist he is.

"Thank you. That's exactly what I expected. [Demon Eye King]"

A room in the mansion of Laseheima. Later this morning, in that room where my heir came, I was face-to-face with Lazeheima again.

On the side stands a rulier. There are only other maids holding back beside Laseheima.

"As promised, I'll get the artifacts this way"

"I don't mind. Please take it. It's too late. Why don't you join us for dinner?"

"Fine."

"Oh, that's inconvenient. The corner. I said I was inviting you."

Lazeheima gave a slightly grumpy look, but quickly returned to her clear face.

"You will free [Scopper] from slavery, won't you? I wonder if we're going to head to the commercial guild now."

It was a difficult question to answer. If I say yes, they're going to interrupt me, and even if I say no, they just seem to take Rulier.

Only the owner of the slave or a commercial guild can carry out the liberation of the slave, by the way.

If you are a commercial guild, liquidate your debt and you will be freed on the spot.

"Then what are you going to do?

Seeing her successor answer in a hard voice, Lazeheima laughed ridiculously.

"Hehe. If that's what you want, I'll settle it for you here."

"is… ⁉"

The heir was surprised. I thought a slave with a title would spare me a ass, but I never thought I'd mention letting go of Lourier from myself.

Instead, the question also arises as to why, then, we cooperated in the Roulier search. If you want to let go of Roulier, there's very little Laseheima can get. Roulier's debt will come back, but that's all.

"I don't know what to do."

"............ ok. Please."

It was puzzling but there was no reason to refuse. If you're going to be released soon, that's a better decision.

"Ariel"

When Lazeheima called, the maid she had refrained from walking out in front of her heir. She was the first maid to know her name because for some reason none of the maids in the Laseheima mansion were equipped with tags.

Name: [Scopper] Roulier

Occupation: Owned by Debt Slave 'Laseheima'

Assets: -581137 lark

Roulier's debt is Lk 58,000 and Lk 37.

The heir gives Ariel six large gold coins. "Sure," Ariel said when he received the money, offering him a change and returning to the side of Laseheima.

"[Scopper]. Come here."

Called by Laseheima, Roulier walks over to her honestly.

As Rourier stood in front of the laid-back Laseheima, Laseheima grabbed Rourier's tag and kicked it on his own.

Name: [Scopper] Roulier

Occupation: Debt Slave -...

The items of the profession in the window disappeared sooo.

Laseheima strokes Roulier's head.

"Happy liberation"

Roulier snorted in silence as he was stroked in the head,

"I did it."

and rejoiced.

Her face was as faceless as ever, but her cheeks were slightly reddish. I guess I'm still happy.

My successor accidentally loosened her mouth.

For a moment, the soothing air flows through the room. At that time...

"Then I wonder if you'll let me out."

Suddenly, Lazeheima said.

The heir could not understand the meaning of the word.

Let me out? What? and question marks fly in my head. Roulier also,

"Mm?"

and tilted his neck.

"The artifact is yours. But I told you it was forfeiture."

What does that mean? I have no idea. Roulier has nothing. I'm not asking you to get naked and give me your clothes.

"You do, don't you? Inside that [item box]"

What are you saying? There can't be anything.

The heir was increasingly confused, but Rulier, on the other hand, snorted, just saying that the point had been made.

Roulier put his hands in front of him so that he could hold something up.

A large white sphere appeared in my hand pompously.

What? Immediately after I thought, my successor realized. Because instead of what I've seen, it's what I've been tormented by.

That was The Eye of Cyclops.

At the end of that battle, a huge eyeball was dug out by Lourier and flown in front of his heir.

I don't see why that stuff is in the [item box].

Was Roulier collecting it then?

But then it's odd that Laseheima is aware of the presence of the eyeball. There were only two heirs and Ruliers there.

But when I remember, Agate said the heirs had moved into the square. I mean, haven't the eyeballs metastasized together? Roulier turned it into an [item box] on the spot. Considering that it was watched there by the officials of Laseheima, there is a point to be made.

"That's fantastic."

Razeheima, in a superior mood, sent Ariel a gaze.

When Ariel advanced and touched Cyclops' eyeballs - the eyeballs disappeared softly from Rulier's hands. Probably behaved [item box].

…………

My successor can't say anything. I don't even know what to say.

The only thing for sure is that they did it.

I thought I won favorable terms.

But no. I'm sure I was dancing in the palm of my hand from the beginning.

The heir doesn't know the value of a cyclops eyeball or anything. But you can still be sure you made a hell of a mistake because of the creeps a girl named Laseheima has.

"That was a good deal. [Demon Eye King]"

Razeheima laughed all the time saying it was a heartfelt pleasure.

While his heir had a definite sense of defeat, he just had to toothpick it, not knowing what that defeat meant or what it was worth.

"Then be in a good mood. Ariel, send it to me."

No more words. I had no choice but to follow my promises and walk away.

Ariel prompts me, and my heir knocks at the door of the room with Lourier.

Looking back, Lazeheima, visible from the gap in the door, didn't even look at this one anymore.

".................. ugh"

At that time, it was a small rebellion that was born. Such a cheap emotion that I don't like being left to be hit.

So maybe it was cheap behavior, driven by cheap emotions.

The heir opened the Laseheima name window.

And I activated [the Devil's Eye of Truth] in an attempt to at least take some information home from it.

Name: Laseheima

Occupation: A-Rank Merchant

Affiliation: Laseheima Chamber of Commerce

Assets: 10956821860 lark

Race: f # 5zelf

Gender: u Female

Age: s2rn13

Lv: "2745 · h

Status: # 8u; 9n Collapse · ERROR

HP: e135n/7jg37

MP: 872000 n/Weh

Muscle Strength: q46

I got chilly.

I saw something I shouldn't have seen.

Yes, I felt it.

I couldn't help but hold my breath and my cold sweat flowed.

Today, when I first saw Laseheima, I felt an unexplainable disgust.

I intuited that I should never be involved.

You were right.

There, dokun! and my heart bounced.

I've got eyes for eyes. Laseheima and.

She should have dropped her eyes on the paperwork, looking straight at her successor at some point.

I was foreseen by Laseheima and my successor couldn't do anything.

To look back, to divert attention, to escape.

Gi and the door are closing.

Lastly, the face of Laseheima, visible from the gap in the door, was affixed with a nitwit and a creepy grin.

The book of the night was already down.

Countless stars blink in the sky, and from around you you can hear a slight bug voice resembling a bell worm.

Rulier and I, our successors in the carriage of transfers, were silent.

I wonder what it was. I'm...

It can't be normal status. It's like the display has been bugged......

"Tuguto, something."

Worried about his silent heir, Rourier, sitting next to him, pulled the hem of his clothes.

He looks up at his successor with a sleepy half-eye.

"... nothing."

That said, I squeeze my soft cheeks around with a mummy. Somehow, I felt that was all I could lose the strength I strained on my elbow. I can't help but worry about things I don't know.

I survived today anyway. That should do it now. Victory over an incredible enemy, Roulier was freed from slavery. Enough.

I remember a hard day when I thought so, and I felt dogged and tired. Bring it straight to your seat and pull out the Dallari. So I remembered.

"Speaking of which, you, what is that?"

"Mm?"

Roulier tilts his neck.

"That's it. Cyclops eye balls. Why did you have that?

"Hiragana"

"It's you... tell me"

An heir strokes Uriuri to strengthen Roulier's head.

"Hmmm,... I might have been messing with you"

And Roulier was shaking his head all the way, even though it was done.

The carriage just moved out then.

That's where the accident happened.

Rulier's head, stroked by his heir, moved, gushing. Her body leans heavily with the added acceleration as the carriage sets off there.

And he hit his side head with gothin on the carriage wall as it was.

Not a great deal of momentum though. At least, it wasn't like Lourier over level 20 would take the damage. To the evidence, the pacified sound was just small to missed hearing.

And it fell.

Carriage equipped bench. While my heir and Lourier sat down, I rolled, fell.

It's a curly corner of a curly sheep.

I mean, it was the corner of Lourier.

"Ah."

And it was the heir who raised his voice.

Speaking of which, I recall that there was a crack in the corner of Lourier.

Roulier picked up the corner with a smug, trembling hand. And touch the side head with such a gesture as horror as it is.

Of course, there was nothing there.

Lourier's mouth opens gently.

As he stared at the broken corner, Roulier opened his mouth and solidified.

The horseshoe echoes, and the carriage proceeds under the stars of full heaven.

(... Do sheep horns grow when they break?

With that in mind, the tumultuous day of the Charcoal Plains heirs closed the curtain.