Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

The heir (Tsugutsu) breaks down the wall with a tsuruhashi, and the girl gathers the wreckage of the broken wall in a scoop and sorts out the magic ore that will be sold. As a result of the sorting, the stones determined to be valued are thrown in alternately with a bucket of heirs, a bucket of girls -.

There was a complete division of tasks between the two of them.

"- Is the wall going to fix?

The heir asked the girl, waving a tsuruhashi on the wall.

He was temporarily his successor, who was not too far away from picking magic ore, but had regained to the number of magic ore that accumulated more and more in the bucket until he could afford to chat while working on it.

"Yes, the dungeon's kabe is still frightened."

And the girl who answered said, Mmm, and stared at the stone, and threw down the stone that was in her hand, whether it was not suitable for the glasses.

"- And the walls will not be revived, but the magic ore," he said.

"Plump. But it's better than Kabe."

When the heir asked the girl why she could have mentioned the wall where the magic ore was buried, it was that the nature of the dungeon was deeply involved.

The girl says the dungeon plays even if it's destroyed.

How many walls you dig back into, and one night you'll be back to normal.

The nature of that dungeon seemed to be responsible for the fact that there was no trace of anything on the wall where the mining took place the day before when the heirs saw it.

In addition, the interval between regeneration varies between rock walls and magic ore, meaning that the walls will soon come back to normal, but that it will take a few days before magic ore can be mined there again.

Miners seem to hit a place where they rely on information such as which walls are left out for days, where many people have some idea of the individual difference. Digging where the girl showed up wore out magic ore, which means that's what happened.

"- It's time, you're full."

"… today"

The two buckets were filled with magic ore that was overflowing.

"How long is this gonna take?

"Mmmm.... maybe five silver coins, about?

The girl replied, tilting her neck.

Five pieces of silver will only make you enough money to stay at the Critical Inn for one night. But since his heir started mining with the girl, it's only been about three hours, albeit in his physical sense.

Instead of coming from noon as we did today, if we started mining in the morning, it seemed we could secure enough for about two buckets of magic ore.

The heir, Phew, exhales.

Now I've managed to get a look at living.

"Thanks. Thanks to you for saving me."

That's what he said. The heir stroked the girl's head with a pomp.

To a fluffy feeling that is clearly different from the hair of the person who returned to that hand, the heir recalls that this girl was not a normal person.

Yeah, this feels...

"Wool? Are you a sheep?

The moment I heard the heir's words, the girl, who was silently stroking her head with no expression, stared at the heir with half an eye that seemed to have fallen asleep with a frowning root.

"And Shizurei.... not sheep. I am the sheep."

The girl was angry. It seems NG to call it sheep, even in sheep tribes. Maybe it's like calling a human a monkey.

The heir immediately reversed her silence.

"I'm sorry. You're a sheep, not a sheep. Forgive me for not making any more mistakes."

When the heir apologizes, the color of the protest disappears from the girl's eyes. And one nod with the cockroach,

"Loose."

Where she was safely allowed, the heir and the girl began to return home.

That doesn't mean I pack or anything. What the miners call the return schedule is to get an idea of the mining situation in the vicinity - remember, some people take notes - done. With the rest of his life hanging, his heirs will seriously remember what's going on in the hall.

I wonder if I could remember the crude way, so the heir looks back at the girl, but the girl is looking a little strange.

With his ears moving picnically, he squeezes Scoop in full force and jiggles at the entrance to the hall.

"What's up?

To the heir who asks, the girl answered with her gaze fixed at the entrance.

"... Dana Route is here"

Dana Route? and his heir tilts his neck.

Since coming to this world, the heirs had been able to understand the meaning as translated, even in languages they did not know. Yet I didn't know what the word Danalut meant.

What's this all about? What's coming? And his heirs also watched the entrance.

It was humans who showed up there.

It was multiple men.

"What? Is that Dana Route?

"... yes. The Mandarin One."

I hear Dana Route was a person's name. Well, the heir was convinced that there was no way to translate the person's name.

"So, what's that guy?

"... of Wataru"

To that line of the girl, the heir glances back at the man again as a gyao.

The man, no, the men were a threesome. He looks like a miner at first sight because he has a bucket, but he doesn't have a tsuruhashi or a scoop, and instead, all three of them have swords on their hips. The heir looked at the sword and at first wondered if they were adventurers, but the atmosphere was clearly different compared to the adventurers he saw during the day.

The adventurer I saw during the day had the impression that the sword had a leather armor and a simple establishment, but was sophisticated and useless to fight. But this threesome is the opposite. I'm just putting a sword on my sloppily worn collapsed top and bottom clothes. It was obvious that we weren't going to fight or that we fought and came back.

Such a threesome walked over to a nearby miner with a nibble as he zapped around the area as he came into the hall.

(... what?

When my heir is watching - there's no such thing as that. That was, in short, a cuttlefish scene. Danalut and the others are winding up the stones gathered by the miners.

"I see, the bad guy"

"... yes"

The trio apparently didn't take the rootstone from one person, but when they took a few stones per miner, they were walking over to the next prey nearby and winding up stones from that person again. Repeating that, we were piling stones in our own buckets.

The heir watched in surprise at a series of things.

Even though the stone-taken miners are often unhappy, there is not a single one who defies or flees, and they are all offering their stones dearly.

Why don't these guys resist - yes, my successor noticed when I had a thought in my heart that blamed the miners.

I noticed, and I laughed.

I was wondering if I'd say that.

The reason they won't resist is obvious. The heir herself was well aware of it.

Because that's the safest part. Because it's easy. Because it should do less damage. I know. I knew him well. Because that's how I succumbed to the blonde man, and his heir died once...

Yes, he's dead. Because I live like this now, I dared not think about it, but I did have a real sense in my heir that I was dead then.

I can worry about tomorrow's life in an unexplained world about what causes it, but it can't be. The heir should have ended up there.

Against irrationality, flattery, nagging results, unnecessarily, dumbfoundly, while being ridiculed, made a spectacle - it should have ended in disillusionment and regret.

Which mouth do you blame them for?

Say which part of you can make fun of them.

My successor couldn't wait to laugh.

I was going to laugh a lot now.

But he didn't realize that his heir's face wasn't laughing at all.

The girl looked up at such a successor.

Until earlier, I felt like a boy with sharp but no malicious or harmful eyes now had dark, cloudy eyes.

Behind those eyes, I felt like something was swirling, dreary, untrustworthy for a young girl, and I was anxious.

Comparing Dana Route to her successor, the girl squeezed a gulp of scoop so as to quench her anxiety.