Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Varaga Lumood didn't feel right.

He was to go to the south gate guarded by Currier by the proposal of Shanatris Tooelf.

"Though the guest's position, what if the eagles who are coming as escorts leave!? The Knights of the Sacred Tree are in no position to ask Washi and the others to cooperate! Therefore, we should offer our cooperation from Washi and others!

When I first met him, the impression was that he was not in the name of "The Witch", but how could he be a cunning man?

"If you can't help me... Hmm... I'll let you bring that curse to Empress Hell tonight with me all over my head..." Hmm? Why are you telling me that? 'Cause you don't like it, do you?

I didn't know I was going to dash Empress Hell and create an air where I had to move.

Doesn't seem like you should be fooled by appearance.

But now something in Varaga is refusing to reach the south gate.

It feels similar to when Hibigami showed up in the city for a minute to steal.

Something instinctive is telling.

Going can only be a hassle for your world.

Then let's follow our instincts.

This is the voice of the heart that deserves to be heard.

Something more than useless to my world, I guess, is at the South Gate right now.

Either way, there will be a limited number of people who can defeat that Silver Maiden, and conversely, if there are enemies at the South Gate with more power than Currier, I'm sorry to be involved with such a nasty opponent.

I have no obligation to protect Currier, I have no in-laws.

He is a relatively likeable figure among those in the Sixth House, but he also needs to protect his world until he is in danger.

If you are an enemy of the Four Homicidal Classes, you should only ensure the safety of Empress Hell and just flee back to the city for a minute.

It's not what I found out about this Renault thread, and whether the Holy King or Louvel Argan guests die, that's what other personnel are.

Of course, I would never have crossed it if no one had died, with Currier at the head.

Varaga has decided to scrape off unnecessary elements for his world at times.

Scrape off relentlessly if you think it is unnecessary.

Sharpen it down there and the world will increase its transparency.

In the world of Varaga, the heart of all things is Varaga Lumood.

The others are just "furniture" that colours my world.

I hope so.

That would be convenient.

Varaga only places what feels like that and saves it "as much as possible".

He takes this thought for granted as a human being.

No one, no one, he. The heart of his world is himself.

My thoughts are nothing special.

It just keeps being natural as a person.

If I dare say so, my feelings for something other than myself are only a little more rare than those of men.

Rather, if there is a world in which the heart of one's world is occupied by those other than oneself, then that world is broken and crazy.

If there are people who try to shred themselves off and protect others who are still centered on them, it would be a bucket or something that looks like a person.

Varaga cannot accept its existence unless it is even explained that it is an excessive self-indulgence intoxicated by the form of dramatic self-sacrifice.

That's when, for some reason, the face of that curseless man came to mind.

He was a strangely impressive man.

Something must be special at a time when that currier is open minded.

"Thank goodness he killed Hibigami, my biggest concern."

Blurring to himself, Varaga was taking a blah blah walk through the Grand Sacred Ground, killing time.

Regardless, the members of the Knights of the Holy Tree are running around.

At each gate I heard that the battle with the Final No-10 Army had already begun.

Is it those who share and confirm the information of each gate that surround the small desk in the corner there?

"Mi, just the South Gate. I haven't gotten any information yet!

"What!?

"What do you do!?

"The South Gate... is that girl from the Sixth House"

"Surely she beat that Four Felonies, too, didn't she?

"Uhm...... still the west gate with the curse lord and the south gate with Currier Verstein will be fine at their disposal. Problem is, Lord Node and Lord Lili..."

"At some gate, we also hear that Master Makina headed -"

"Master Makina!?

"But that one is also an intrinsic technique..."

"Uhm... well, you'll be fine..."

Honestly, I didn't think I was competent.

From the feeling, it doesn't seem like the wind we're trying to get information from ourselves.

How understaffed or turned indoors because they are incompetently sticking one foot in......

Well, Varaga should be concerned about the safety of Empress Hell so far.

It doesn't matter because it doesn't matter what else.

- Though I said... "That" is a little blind.

Varaga was now taking his feet to the hallway around the halfway between the North and East Gates.

All this time he was tracking the guy.

- About smell, you should hide it.

Nostalgic smell.

The smell of the end-of-life home.

Planned raids - or are currently under attack - have information on the final No-10 shooting army.

I heard that it was the final no eight burial blades that came in this raid.

- Has the final general not come out?

The man with the smell of the end-of-life town hasn't noticed Varaga's tail.

Though they are erasing the signs, the extent is known at a time when they are unaware of this.

Varaga climbed perfectly behind the man, as the snake approached the gnaw without making a sound.

Poop.

Placing his hand on his shoulder, the man shocked and raised his voice.

"Whew!? What can I do for you?

Varaga made a laugh.

"Not Hidden Out"

"What?"

"If you put a number in the collective name that boasts the number of people you belong to, there is a certain preconceived notion there"

"What are you saying...?

"I would use that preconceived notion."

The man's voice was trembling.

I can't move.

You understand that if you move, you will be instantly killed.

Varaga shaped her eyes like a horseshoe, and shrugged.

"For example, if you call it the" Eighth "Funeral Blade, I will prepare the Ninth Man as a spare."

"No way, you..."

"If so, you're here confused by the average person... what the hell is the" number "?

"Same, end-of-life home -"

Cockroach.

"If you have a weak sense of smell, it will be difficult."

Varaga broke the neck of the man with the last eight burial blades, unknown by name, in a flowing motion.

"You should have at least sent me someone with the strength to use the" One No. "

Reminds me of the map and information on the Great Sacred Ground.

When they told us about the raiders, they gave us detailed information from the Renounced side.

Indeed, I remember that there was a jar that broke the surgical machine and became unusable.

It should have been in a deep place near the warehouse.

Varaga headed to the vault, where he set up a "cleaning" collision to keep the average person who knew nothing out of it.

Take off all your clothes as you sing your nose.

Ninth - maybe the ninth that this man was sent in as a spare - also naked the body of the man.

And start Dismantling.

Mogi,

crush,

Crush.

Crush finely, finely and finely to prevent the potty from clogging.

The grumpy little nose goes on.

There's no way a human with a decent spirit can shut up about such "work".

If I hadn't even sung my nose song, I'd probably figure it out.

She also has goosebumps on her arm because of her misconduct.

Varaga continued her work with a silent, light-hearted nose.

When you're in good shape, drop it in the potty with the unbroken surgical machine.

Activate the surgical machine and flush it at once.

The Thing, which was inhaled into the potty and was human, disappears.

At the end of the day, it will mix with faecal urine and soon you will not know who you are.

It's easy to do most of it with your bare hands without tools.

If the flesh itself is a weapon, it is an advantage to be less alert.

- Hmm, your body should work out from day to day.

Useful in times of need.

The amount of blood splashed along the way is wiped with the clothes of the ninth man.

Rinse off the blood with cold water, not hot water that is easy to coagulate.

The blood on his body is also swept away, and the blood that enters between his nails is carefully washed away.

Finally, the accumulated water was swept with the provided cleaning equipment and flushed into the drain.

The cloth that wiped the blood was finely chopped and poured into the potty.

One last time, wash your hands.

Done.

Varaga, who had done one job, soaked her sweat.

"Phew, this kind of work... it's not sane shabby thinking normally. That's not what humans do."

But thanks to you, it's much prettier.

However, the smell of blood remains to the extent that I am still concerned.

After gently washing his hands, Varaga removed an imperial nebulizer from the back pocket of his clothes.

Shh, shh.

Sprinkle the perfume with a sprayer.

And then this smell will disappear naturally, too.

Even if it's slightly uncomfortable, people don't care as much as they thought.

I don't think there was any "demolition work" here.

Until you actually see the smell.

That's the thing.

Besides, if the matter came to light, that would have been fine.

Extreme theory, I wouldn't mind finding out it was an act by myself.

Talk honestly then, and if necessary, seal the mouth of those who stand in the way.

Likewise, you can dismantle it.

As he continued his nose song, Varaga shaped his hair with a mirror in the hand washroom.

And just in case, I perfume it one more time, and then I put on my clothes as I inhale that mellow smell into my nose.

"Phew, I did something unusual and special for me."

It was a whim not to cause any noise in vain, but well, I wouldn't have made it to the south gate so I could do this much.

If I had to, I could also explain why I couldn't make it to the South Gate.

There was a ninth man, so I was fighting that and couldn't go.

All right.

Let's do this.

"Perfect."

At the moment he thought, Varaga realized that there was and obliqued his mouth.

- Shit.

"To explain, I've processed it to extinguish its existence... so there's no evidence left at the heart."

- Well... when words aren't enough, you just have to think about it then.

Pushing up the spread of glasses, jeez, with his head on, Varaga headed to Princess Hell watching the game.

Returning to the playing field and sitting next to him, Hel asked.

"What were you doing, Varaga?

Shanatris has not told Hell that the Varagas will cooperate with the Knights of the Holy Tree.

Now, let's help ourselves - because we want to avoid coming out in such a condition and being luggage at the scene, Shanatris said without being so wrapped up.

I'm really familiar with the character of Hell Guntarios, Varaga thought.

"Yes, sir."

"Lie. Too long."

"... and then, take a walk"

"You're lazy. Fair enough... Behold, the daughter named Ira Horn."

"What's that girl?

"You'll make a good move. The other push."

"Really?"

"... something, don't smell"

"I've worn perfume"

"Did you have such a hobby? What the hell happened?

"No, nothing special happened."

Varaga made me laugh.

"It's just, it's a whim"