Shinwa Densetsu no Eiyuu no Isekaitan

Baum Small Country - Spirit King Temple.

The country is represented by the women of the Ear Elder Clan (Aarv), known as the Lady Witch.

She was currently in an area where only a lady witch was allowed to enter - the Baptist Palace.

Ahead through the depressed woods, a fountain filled with flock of blue water with a light mist.

The witch opened her eyes quietly as she sank herself down there to her waist.

The light that floats in the eyes that is brighter than the herd blue disappears when it scatters.

"... Is the landing of the Demons something you set up?

The Lady Witch turned her gaze to a glowing sphere sandwiched between two bronze statues.

…………

No reply. As always, you can't tell me anything.

"Then I will do what I can."

Large ripples flourish in the springs.

Water poured down the clavicle of the risen lady witch and sucked into her abundant chest.

There is a perfectly thin cloth strapped to it, and the body is luscious.

When I get the kimono I left by the water, I generally wear it and walk out.

A familiar passage appears as you rush through the lush trees.

He continued to walk silently down the corridor surrounded by white walls for a while, reaching the hall where the witch knights, composed exclusively of women, were waiting.

"Bring pen and ink, and paper immediately"

I get nervous about the witch knights who were waiting for me on a lady witch with an angry expression somewhere with her hair wet.

"Certainly."

When a witch knight signals his men's apprentice knight by hand,

"Immediately!

It immediately disappears behind the darkness of the aisle.

"Lady witch... what the hell is wrong with you?

Captain of the Witch Knight complains,

"This is an urgent matter…"

"Did you see something?"

"Yes, we must report it to His Majesty the Emperor immediately"

The apprentice knight came back breathless.

"I brought it. Ah! Hino... Huh... Huh..."

pen and ink, the lady witch who received the white paper,

"hehe, thank you for your hard work"

She smiled at the apprentice knight who was tired of walking all she could or who led her to the wall.

One of the witch knights inflated his anger.

"Hey, it's not sloppy. That's why I'm still an apprentice!

"Well, even if they say so……………"

"Fine. Give him some rest."

When she said that, the lady witch looked around and the witch knight, who guessed at the trick, offered her a wooden chair.

Put the white paper there, and the lady witch who scratches the pen opens her mouth.

"Okay? If you give this to the Spirit Knight, tell the Great Empire to leave immediately."

Biting her thumb to make sure the blood balls floated, the lady witch pressed against the white paper.

The seepage of blood brings changes to the white paper. It emitted a faint light and circled with nature.

Hand it to the witch knight and he says, "Excuse me!," she said, running out the hallway.

The lady witch who dropped off that back shrugs.

"That's all I can do. And then… Your Majesty Schwartz, it's up to you"

Empire History July 19, 1023.

Bilu woke up from a severe pain.

"When..."

I wake up my torso as I stroke my aching head, where I hit it.

Bilu looked indoors with a deep sigh.

With four adults large enough to sleep on the river lettering, a bunch of books scattered around them, ripping off an old blanket, Biru stretched out his arms to make one elongation.

At present, there is a rented out express carriage prepared by Uncle Grinda Border.

Six horses pull the express carriage. The ride sucked because of the emphasis on speed.

My body floats every time I cross the steps and I always hit my head somewhere.

Even a blunt bath never got used to it, and it wasn't a pleasant journey, as Uncle Grinda said.

(........................... you couldn't sleep properly)

When I looked out the window with my sleeping eyes, the meadow was spreading.

The window opens from the outside, and it's the wagon manipulator who's peeking.

"Boy, it's time for the finish line."

Reply with your hands up to a loving man. It would have been nice if you'd knocked.

When he closed the window, the rattle and the carriage swayed. Bilu wakes up his body and begins to prepare to come down.

The station carriage does not go directly to Zetral, the metropolitan capital, and stops at a station three cells (9 km) away from it.

"Thank you very much."

And Billu came out of the carriage, thanking the wizard,

"I see…… this is a city"

I ate my face at the number of people.

The station is busy with nobles, civilians, mercenaries and adventurers of various positions.

Comfortable wind and the scent of blue leaves tickled my nostrils when I had a station full of people like that.

There was a carriage from the station to the Grand Empire, but Biru had something to worry about and decided to head there on foot.

(You're being followed by someone)

It would be a little rough if they were going to attack me here.

I want to avoid involving unrelated people as much as possible.

If you go fast on a shallow, dug sidewalk provided by the side of the road, count the signs that follow you from behind at the same speed.

(3……… 6……… 8 people)

It feels like an amateur, but is it too early to decide?

Biru smiled with a nibble as he stroked his eyelids covering half his face.

(Shall we start with a must-win?)

You can wait for the opponent to attack you, but that's when the defensemen who heard the noise arrive.

Biru, who does not possess anything to prove his identity, will be taken if questioned.

Even if you had it, if the defensemen were moving with someone's thoughts, it wouldn't be something you found out how long you'd be in custody.

Not if you're wasting your time on that.

(Well... guess who)

After exploring the closest signs, Biru looks back in momentum.

The space at hand cracked and a single dagger - a pattern of spiritual weapons popped up.

Pulled out, Biru turns momentarily behind a dubious man who exposes his agitation.

When I pressed my cut tip against my back, I quietly told him.

"If you get busted, I'll kill you. If you know what I mean, I want you to tell your people."

"Wow, okay, don't kill me"

The suspicious man flew his gaze at his companion posing as a traveler who was nearby.

Then the dubious fellow man raises his arm and crosses over his head many times.

Feeling a number of signs drift away, Biru urges the suspicious man to push his back and walk ahead.

"I'll ask you a few questions. Because if you don't want to, you don't have to answer. Just kill you and ask someone else."

Move the pressed tip down.

Thin dirty clothes are cut and blood draws from the suspicious man's face.

"Hey, give me a break, I'll tell you anything."

It was just a threat, but it seemed to work great.

(I knew you were an amateur...)

Bilu whines inside and asks a man a question.

"Who hired you?

"I don't know. All of a sudden they gave me money... and they told me to attack you."

"Heh, can you tell me more about the situation then?

"Ha, a strange man showed up before me after field work."

"Weird man?

"Wearing a robe, I didn't know his face, but his voice was a man"

Biru twirled his dagger around and turned it at hand, pressing his patterned head against the man to prompt him ahead.

"You're the reason I asked the guards to stick me out. I didn't mean to take it on, but I got two Grants gold coins. Just attribute it to the kid. That's two Grants gold coins. So, who's gonna take it?

"I see."

Bilu conceives. If we hunt this man down any more, we won't get any information.

Looks like a peasant just blinded by gold. My people around me would be from the same village.

"You can go. But if I show you a weird bareback, I'll kill you. And don't show up in front of me again. If we meet somewhere, we don't hesitate to kill you. Like?"

"Wow, okay. I'll never show up before you again."

The man, who nodded vigorously many times, never looked back, and ran off the sidewalk and down the plain.

Seven men chase that back.

Bilu walked his feet toward the Grand Empire when he dropped it off.

(... even though they could be killed by the client)

For an easy job, the reward is broken - that is, make sure you succeed.

They fail without realizing it, they deserve it but are killed by the client.

(Still wondering why I used peasants)

If you hired a hand job, Bilu would surely have fought. He must have been caught by the guards who heard the noise.

Biru, who was walking in contemplation, noticed that he had come to the present day of the main entrance of the Great Empire.