Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Danalut and the other threesomes rolled up one magic ore after another from the miners, and finally came before their heirs.

"Ooh, ten stones a man. Just get it out."

That's what I said, he was the tallest little man in the threesome.

"... don't"

It was the girl who answered.

The person was going to frown and stare at the men to the fullest, but at any rate their adorable faces lacked power.

"... it's you again, sheep kid. How can we split up? This is a legitimate charge. You guys can relax and dig stones because we're struggling to hunt monsters. That's the price. You deserve to pay, don't you?

"Liar. An adventurer was here today. You didn't do anything."

Man, chip, tongues at the girl's response.

There,

"Just get it out. It's on me! Don't rattle me, you fucking kid!

The biggest man in the threesome - Danalut - roughed up his voice and broke in.

"... Shut up. Dauntless."

Awesome by a large dana route approaching one hundred and ninety centimeters tall, frightened, the girl refuses to offer her magic ore.

Angry with the attitude of such a girl, Danalut tried to get one step closer, floating a blue muscle on her forehead and stretching her arm to her chest barn,

- I stopped my leg, which I pushed forward.

In a moment, a fist-large stone crossed at high speed in front of Danalut's face.

That was just in front of Dana Route, where he stopped his leg, a few centimeters ahead of his nose. If he hadn't stopped on his feet, the stone would have struck him straight in the face.

The moment Danalut understood the fact, there was a gutter, a sound of something hard rubbing. That was the sound of Danaroot biting his back teeth. His expression was completely engulfed with anger.

Move the ghost phase so as to follow the trajectory of the flying stone.

And I was ahead of you...

He was my heir.

"Is that Temehe...?

Hearing a trembling inquiry into Danalut's wrath, his successor was also in his chest, making the exact same inquiry towards himself.

(... did I do it? Why?)

I don't know. I'd already thrown a stone when I realized.

Nothing. I wasn't trying to help the girl.

There was no other clear reason why.

However, if you say so - I felt nauseous.

There are three of them. Besides, he's armed with a sword. Whatever you think, the winning eye is thin. If you go against it, they could kill you. Then you can just give me the stone. Ten Magic Ores. If I fixed it to Japanese yen, it would only be worth a thousand yen there. You can avoid a crisis with such a large sum of money. What do you need to get lost in...

In that way, the heir felt nauseated at herself, freaking out side by side with one excuse after another.

That's why I refused.

I followed my impulse to the depths of myself and did not allow myself to do so.

"I was asked if it was Temehe who threw the stone at me!

"You wanted a stone, didn't you? Are you complaining?"

Obvious provocation. Danalut strikes with anger at his successor's response, which is otherwise impossible to receive - it was thought - but it did not.

Danalut hesitated for a moment to strike, stopping at the critical.

For Danalut and the three others who live in the midst of a rough affair, there was an alarming “certain trait” that could not be overlooked by their heirs.

"Mr. Danalut! That guy -" no tag ”......!

The one left in the threesome. A man of long but thin hands and feet, with an overall hyorous impression, flew out his voice to warn Danalut.

He calls the heir "untagged," and points his guarded gaze at him.

"............... Seriously. Dana, can you leave me alone now? Even though it's hard to get a hold of a Laseheima slave alone, it doesn't fit without a tag there. One or two pieces of silver coin. Come on."

The same was true of the little man who had spoken at the beginning, turning his words to Danalut as he looked at his heir to see even what he disliked.

But...

"If you do anything, you'll just be able to lick it. Heh! Shut the fuck up, Temee and the others!!

Danalut was even more angry at the words of his companions and returned his gaze to his successor after yelling at him.

"Hey no tags. No tags licked. You imitate and you know what happens......?

I thought the sober part of the heir from earlier on what no tag meant, but I immediately concluded that I didn't care. Because it's more important to crack this situation down now than that.

But that was the hard part. Anyway, my successor is not willing to take a step back.

The sober part of the heir makes one proposal after another: "Apologize," "Escape," "Call for Help" … but the sober part of the heir dismisses them in zero seconds.

Even to his successor, who refused without even considering the proposal, his reason did not give up and continued to speak, but whenever that voice sounded in his head, something drooling and discomfort stood out in the depths of his successor.

"Let it go. Shut up."

Is it Dhanalut or inner reason to turn that word to? My heirs didn't even know it themselves, but either way, the word would only be to oil the fire.

"They're gonna kill me! calm heir screaming," What's wrong with that? "Something spits and throws up deep inside him.

Certainly would be the worst killed as it is.

But they just kill you for "worst."

Compared to that way of dying that I experienced once, compared to the alle that died to the citation I shook my tail in a fragrant way, what sucks about it being killed in the face -.

The heir made an improbable decision so that she could be held back by something squeamish in her own depths.

There was a grin in his mouth when he made the decision.

At last, a single line in the Dana Route was cleared of the evil state and even the grinning heir.

"If you're so dead, I'll kill you!!

Danalut reaches for his lower back sword as he screams.

The heir who saw it darkened his grin even more.

Keep killing me. Yes, the heir thought so.

I didn't mean to. I wasn't even willing to defend myself. - He was going to take it with his body as it was.

Going toward the sword, he took it with his body, and as it was, he went defenseless, Danaroot's - going around his eyeballs.

Yes, the decision made by the heir was to be called abandonment. Talking about not giving him ten magic ore, he made the decision to throw his life out.

To such a heir. His chilling part was, "That would be ridiculous!" and screaming a similar scream, "but that voice, unpleasant and helpless until earlier, is now comforting. The corner of the heir's mouth hung more and more for its comfort.

A dark grinning heir puts her fingers into turning her eyes.

At the same time Danalut's fingers were put on the sword.

So...

"- Huh!"

Faster than the two of them, a girl who jumped out of the sidelines was beating Dana Route with a scoop.

A scoop the girl waved down captures exactly the right arm of Dana Route, who was about to pull out her sword.

"-N's, the kid is ah!!

Dana Route, holding down her painful arm, kicked the girl's belly up as much as she could, along with the roar of anger.

The little body of a girl blows up like a lie. The girl who danced through the universe, was slapped to the ground, and the scoop in her hand flew away, and still rolled over the ground without stopping, eventually blew over ten meters.

The heir was blindly dropping off a series of sights.

"... ooh, ooh"

Seeing the girl holding down her belly and groaning, the thought of her heir moves.

Why...?

It was obvious.

I helped my heir.

He interrupted me trying to help my heir, and now he's gone.

The moment I saw the girl falling down and figured it out...

Dolori, and I could see something overflowing from the depths of myself.

The heir finally remembered what that drooling thing was.

Meanwhile, Danaroot, who kicked the girl in the ass, still couldn't fit the belly bug.

I leave it to my anger to pull out my lower back sword. At that moment, a scratch of pain ran on his right arm, beaten with a scoop, and the look made the color of his anger even stronger.

With a sword in my hand, I wanted to chop the girl's neck off right now, Dana Route, but reason worked just as badly in this place. If you kill a girl in such a crowd circle, you will not be able to escape the word later.

Then where do I hit this anger?

I didn't have to think about it, I only had one answer.

(There's another one, right? There's no problem killing someone at all - no tags)

Dana Route snorted. I imagined the colour of the blood that was going to flow. I converted into joy the wrath that swirled in me.

I held my sword back and turned my gaze toward my heir - and

"Eyes" fit.

What Danalut saw in "There" was darkness.

Killing intentions, anger, and regret, boiled, boiled, boiled, boiled, boiled, boiled, boiled down, and drowned black - a "curse” chunk was in "there".

The moment I saw it, all the dark joy and fierce anger Danalut had until just before could disappear somewhere.

Compared to the darkness in front of him, compared to the curse now directed at him, he realized that such was tantamount to a child's eclampsia.

Fear strokes Danalut's entire body. I can't stop the cold sweat that erupts. I don't know. He was one step behind.

Two of my buddies were surprised at how Dana Route looked like that.

He said he pulled out his sword, but Danalut never shows any signs of being slashed while staring at his heir.

From the two of us who know he's a short-minded man, that was clearly an anomaly.

Could there be something without that tag? and I don't know if I look at my heir. It's not like they're particularly big or strong. It just seemed like two boys staring quietly at Danaroot.

"... Mr. Danalut?

One of my people, a hyorous man, can't stop calling from behind Dana Route.

Then the voice inspired him, Danalut stepped back, another step, and as he came back that far, both of his companions could see his side.

"- Huh!?

I'm glad Danalut's face said pale. The blood caught my attention, the sweat erupted, and my eyes were shaking with gras, uncertain focus.

"Oh, come on!? Dana, Lut, what's wrong?"

He was a fellow who was surprised by Danaroot's unusual appearance and called him in a strong tone, but was stunned by his next action and the words broke off.

When Dana Route suddenly flipped, he ran towards the exit of the hall without a flank.

"- What?"

"What!?

Leaving Pocan and two frightening companions on an unexpected event, Danalut ran with all his might.

Anyway, get out of here - it's gonna be tough if you don't get out of front of that guy's 'eyes'.

Following the voice of his own instinct, Danalut ran - no, he ran away.

His companions, who had been left without understanding the translation, went after him without understanding the translation.

The heir was staring at Danalut's back as he disappeared across the exit to the end.