The Adventure of the Boy With a Mind of a Middle-aged Man

A member of the Red Phoenix Brigade - Liase, the youngest of his younger brothers - was on his way to the regular army headquarters in Sutherland to deliver a secret copy of the proposed operation in the next few days.

"Gray's serious, he's awesome."

to Roche, who still screams in excitement,

"Yeah, I ended up ruling this war."

Liase hammering.

They were sisters and brothers and were already in the Red Phoenix Brigade (Seiki Duster) when they were mindful. Of course, I was thrown out of this cruel world at a young age. I don't remember my parents' faces, and for both of us, Aquid, the captain of the regiment, was my parents, and the members of the regiment were my family.

For such reases, the Red Phoenix Brigade (Shigeru Dumplings), which runs through various battlefields and earns victory and fame, was a pride in itself and an admiration in itself.

That is why it was sad - and irresistibly regrettable - to be despised with the Fools, whose ratings have changed since the onslaught of that mountain people seven years ago.

Those hard days are also lighter and changed by Gray's hiring.

He hired a brigade at a high price to give each member a magical guide to the sacred attributes rumored to be the supreme magic. And they even take the helm of this war, also known as the greatest crisis in the history of the Empire.

Probably because of the remarkable improvement in Gray's ratings. Previously, walking alone was the object of scorn, but even if I walked in the arms of the Red Phoenix Brigade (Shigeru dust), the Expeditionary Army would no longer allow me to curse (Shigeru).

Even so, if you walk, you can turn your negative gaze, and enough to turn your face away uncomfortably. Still, little by little, the Red Phoenix Brigade is moving forward. I was so glad I could feel that, I couldn't help but feel it.

Most regular armies are the armies held by the Gate nobility. The main unit is located in a luxury residential neighborhood in the northeast.

Currently, the landscape was clearly different from the sign just ahead of the eyes and nose where Liase and the others were.

A street that has not been littered in a regularly aligned bricklayed (renowned) building. There are several upscale shops on the street.

This is one of the world's leading commercial cities, Sutherland. Originally a paradise for the powerful supremacist merchants, only this upscale residential neighborhood in the northeast is within the power of the Gateway aristocracy. In this place, there is a regular army headquarters. Yes, Satella told me.

"Keep your head down."

"I don't need to be told!

Roche groans his throat gooooovingly.

From here on out, the enemy land, so to speak. This is not just for you. Mandate for the purpose of transporting critical operational materials. Originally, Liase and the others, it's not the work that the new Americans should be doing, but they wanted to be of service to everyone and asked the Aquid Commander to allow them to do so.

"If you just give me the papers, we can do it alone."

"No, you can't. You forgot the terms of the captain?

As a condition for Liase and the others to carry out their work, the Commander has instructed the Regular Army to stay in the Special Zone pending the arrival of Deputy Commander Zem.

"I know. Yikes!

Damn, I'm a kid. I want you to learn a little bit about Gray's calm.

"What kind of a barbarian bug sees zero water on my watch!!"

An ear obstructed cloudy voice shook the eardrum and a brunette rolled onto the ground through the store door.

Then, a nobleman dressed in brilliant (kiragic) garments with curly little fat golden hair comes out of the store door as he tides his face like a yakan.

(Oh, dude!!?)

You can't even forget it. He is the same enemy as the Red Phoenix Brigade.

"That bastard!!"

"Hold it!!"

Grab Rosh's right arm and hold him down.

"Do you know how much this watch will cost?!? You guys, it's money that bugs have never seen!?"

"Sorry! Please forgive me!!"

Little fat aristocrats kick in as they curse at a woman who rounds up like a turtle on the ground and keeps saying words of apology.

He's Viscount Dort Maggotta. Formerly, he was the stepchild of the McBurn Border Uncle, but a scumbag full bogged down by the captain in an attempt to escape at the expense of his own people.

And that still trembling brunette and his wife's appearance is not this archival imperial people. Perhaps in that incident, where the Red Phoenix Brigade (Seikori Dumpling) became the feather of bitter drinks, the people of the Mountain - the Raddles - who lost their war with the Empire and were forcibly annexed.

"Sister!"

"No, you can't. Now the wind is finally blowing on us. If you leave here, it's all water bubbles. We'll lose everything."

"So, but..."

A man with the same clerk and a dark-haired boy in a uniform jumps out of the store after changing his blood phase, breaking in with his hands wide open.

"My wife has a baby in her stomach right now. Have mercy!

"That's not what I found out!

I kick up the face of a brunette boy man sitting in the ground in front of his wife as much as I want.

"I will do anything I can. So please, forgive me!

While bleeding from his mouth, the brunette boy's man rubs his forehead to the ground again.

"That's okay. Dort, he says he'll do anything, and most importantly, it's going to be an interesting game."

A boy with a face, like a blonde woman that was brought to the wall, takes a piece of gold out of his pocket, even though he makes a thin, disgusting grin stick.

"Of course, Marek Fong."

A dolt that turns the shapes of anger around, with a delightful surface.

"What do you say, brave man, don't you take a bite?

"I'm a brave man. You can't do such vulgar things."

"Hmm, don't..."

The beautiful blonde boy, with his beautiful face, looks down at the brunette boy's man. When I saw the black eyes painted on the pleasure, the wars flashed on my head like electric light.

Shit, you shouldn't be here any longer. If I were there, I would see something I should never see. I feel that way.

"Let's go, Roche"

"I don't like it!

Absolutely, this kid...! I'm sure Roche would have obeyed before. I can't do that because, I'm sure, I met Gray.

The captains, heroes of those liases, admit Gray as their master to serve with a lifetime bet. Perhaps, unless Gray refuses, the Red Phoenix Brigade will follow Gray even after this incident.

- has huge assets,

- Has a wide variety of legendary magic books,

- Even the McBurn border uncle and sometimes the emperor of this country can have reciprocal conversations.

If a man as if he were an old, separated father as the captain of the regiment, it did not ease the scope of his admiration.

But Gray is only twelve. He's just the same age as Roche. Too young to admire. Maybe Rosh is overlapping himself if Gray doesn't forgive this outrage.

"You idiot!

Let go of Rosh's hand here and you'll regret it for the rest of your life. That's all I could be sure of. So I desperately hold onto Roche.

And - outrageous play accelerates toward the worst.

"Here's a coin."

Whirling and letting the gold coins play in his hands, Marek starts walking around the couple.

"If you come up with a table, you win. I forgive your disrespect for your wife's dolt."

The reaction of the surrounding audience contrasted in aristocratic and residential districts.

Passengers in the neighborhood run into shops and buildings as they dye their faces with disgust and fear. In contrast, in the aristocratic district, you simply look at Far Roll (and Oma) with an interesting laugh.

"What if the back comes out?

"I'll leave it to your imagination. Uh, I'll say no, but getting off the game means your ruin. Fine, huh?

When both hands are tapped, the brunettes are surrounded simultaneously by noble private soldiers.

"Come on, stand up, stand up. Take a look at their couple's generation of bets!

Ladies and gentlemen, please put five gold coins in this hat for the table and here for the back. "

As a delight, the aristocrats around you will put gold coins in.

(Ku, it's crazy!)

These guys mistake fear for playing or something. Even the crisis of a nation that can be attacked with this undead gains pleasure with the screams of others. Do these idiots understand how stupid and unforgivable this is?

"I don't want to be treated like a squid. Come on, swing the coin.

Marek lets the brunette boy's young man shake his coin in his shivering right hand.

"I'm not free either. Would you hurry up and throw it?

The sword tip of the surrounding soldier falls on the neck of a brunette.

"Ugh..."

Even though his breath is absurd, the young man begins to coin.

The coin spins, but falls to the ground.

"Huh... Yay, I got a table. My win!!"

out of relief or a gentle tap on the shoulder of a young brunette who cries and rejoices,

"Oh man, you did win. Bye."

The young man plucks a dagger from his waist and punches a brunette in the young man's throat.

Blood to be scattered and a young man with dark hair who falls slowly.

My head doesn't work well. 'Cause, right? I just tarnished the nobleman's watch. That's all, every man is dead. I don't know why.

"Um... did you? You!!"

Crying, shaking corpses, to brunette women, no gaze of sympathy or pity, most spectators step toward their original destination, those who win the bet receive gold coins and arrive on their way home willingly.

"Oh, I got dirty with the filthy blood of a barbarian. I think we're done with this."

Unfabricated, throwing the knife to the ground returns her heel to the door of a fine diner.

"The pastime is over, and we'll have another drink."

"Oh."

While the young man called the brave man also made a great stretch, he nods and tries to enter the store,

"Well done!!

As the dark-haired boy's youth pulls out the dagger he was sitting on, the dark-haired woman advances her sword tip towards Marek with a trembling hand in small chops.

"Ugh?

The woman's knife was stopped by a soldier nearby, but Marek relaxes and dives from face to ground.

"Ouch, you fucking whore! I thought I'd forgive you!

Kick up a woman's face. The woman was blown up a few meters and even Pickle stopped moving.

"Out of the way!

When Marek looks around with a fixed eye, he starts with the soldiers and the nobles around him take a few steps back.

"Oh, the cattle are against the humans!

Approaching a woman with a dagger in one hand.

"Roche!

Screams leak out of Liase's mouth. So is that. Because Rosh was shaking off Liase's restraints, holding a dagger sheath, and marek walking away.

"Die!

With a face full of hate, Rosh's dagger sheath was swung down on Marek's right arm, about to wave a dagger down on a dark-haired woman.

"Grrr!!!"

The sheath of the dagger brilliantly holds down the broken right arm, crying, but striking Marek around the ground.

I finally did it. Whatever the reason, you hurt your nobility. I just can't do it.

"I'm getting away with this!

When Liase approached, she bore a woman and prompted Rosh.

"I know. Yikes!

Even if you look at this crazy tyranny, the target is the Gateway Nobility. Rosh's fool fanned his worst opponent.

(But where shall we escape!?)

I can't even go back to the regiment anymore. If we go back, nineteen or eight, the regiment and Gray will be ruined.

I desperately hold back my desire to cry and try to walk away.

But...

You can't get away with this.

An impact occurs in the abdomen and the scenery shifts the ground and sky several times.

With a woman in her arms, she whipped her whole body, which seemed to fall apart, and stood, in front of her, a young man called the brave man.

"You raised your hands to Lord Curos' eldest son. You can't just die."

I feel my whole body tremble in small pieces just by being pierced by those bright black eyes of a brave man.

"How bawdy are you guys? Get to work, all right?

"" "Ha!!" "

To the words of the brave men, Liase and the others were subdued in an instant by the soldiers.

And when the brave man approaches Marek, when he touches his broken right arm, he begins chanting.

"- Heal."

When the long chant of the brave ends and the magic formation floats, Marek's whole body is wrapped in blue and white light and his neglect heals.

The power of the Miracle of the Brave rises from everywhere the exclamation is heard.

Most importantly, Liase and Roche didn't remember any emotion at all because the only thing they were given was the book of the healing system of those hands.

"You son of a bitch!!"

When the pain in his right arm disappeared, Marek, who was sobbing and crying, did not even wipe his own tears, and as he approached Rosh, he kicked up his stomach.

"I've never even been hit by my father. No!"

"Heh! Isn't that why it got so root-dark?

Roche squeezes out words like that, as if he's out, even though his face is crooked by pain.

"You are the only ones who want to forgive me!! I will not kill you. I will kill you with all the pain, one at a time, one at a time!!"

"Unfortunately, they are the Red Phoenix Brigade. It is a vicious and outrageous mercenary style!!"

Dort kneels down and advances to Marek.

"The Red Phoenix Brigade?"

A brave man smiles ugly and squeals so.

"Hungry!? Yukihiro, you know!?"

"Oh, that's..."

"I am their protector!!"

A cry sounds, blocks (whispers) the words of the brave, and a skinhead man walks toward Liase and the others.

"" Zemu!

"Zemu, what side do you want this traitor to lower!!"

Though Dorto floats a thick blue muscle on his forehead (hives), he highs sharply.

"Uzzy. Hey, shut up!

"I'm sorry about that."

Marek makes me squat and apologize for eating my back fist.

"Let them go, you guys."

"But..."

"Don't worry, if you make any strange moves, I'll kill you responsibly."

When the brave say so, the soldiers leave Rosh and Liase.

"They're the same Red Phoenix Brigade as you, aren't they?

"Yes."

Its face, distorted by the pleasure of a brave man who should be beautiful, was so ugly that it was nauseating.

"That starving ghost, Lord Curros' next winner, Marek Curros, was hurt. Don't you think we should put a drop on it?

"What do you want?

"Kill that kid and his little girl. Then you can ask Lord Curros to forgive me."

"Yukihiro, you..."

"Marek, let me handle this."

The brave Yukihiro does not even look at Marek, preventing objections. Marek kicks up a nearby barrel in the form of anger when he punches his tongue.

"What if I say no?

"Your employer, who is such a fucking businessman as that Gray, is under arrest for his injury to Marek Curros. All of your Red Phoenix Brigades, the executioners, are also guilty of death."

Zem has looked down on Rosh and Liase.

In Zem's eyes looking at Liase and the others, he lacked anything like the usual warmth.

"Rosh, you, how could you not wait for my arrival?

"I didn't do anything wrong!

"I'm ready. Is that what you understand?

"Oh!"

Rosh says so and when he sits down, he joins his arms and closes his eyelids.

What Roche did is that in this empire, where the Gate nobility has absolute power, no one can ever be forgiven. Moreover, the opponent is Lord Curros' next principals, who also have the power to contend for one or two among the Gateway nobles. Whatever the reason, you're definitely going to be punished.

If Zem doesn't punish him, the Red Phoenix Brigade will definitely be cut off. That's not all. Nineteen and eighty-nine, Gray, to whom Liase and his men owe, will also be crushed.

There is nothing wrong with Rosh's readiness. So Liase also imitates Roche and sits on the ground.

"I'm sorry. It's for the regiment and Gray."

Zem pulls his sword out of his hips and stands on the upper level.

It is in sight that Zem's hands, holding the sword, are trembling.

I know. Zem is a parent and brother to Liase and the others. And that's the same for Zem.

"Zem, we're fine. But if you can, do it from me."

Strong as you can, say so, and close your eyelids tightly. It's cowardly, but I definitely don't want to see my brother (Zem) kill my brother (Rosh).

"Whoa, whoa!!"

Zem roars like a beast, causing his tympanic membrane to shake.

But when I opened my fearful lid to the pain of no sign of coming along, the tip of my sword had stopped at the tip of Liase's nose.

"Sorry. Gray, I knew I couldn't do it."

When you yell like that, lower your sword, and you turn back to the brave.

"I'm the guardian of this hungry couple. I'll take full responsibility for these guys."

"Sorry, that's not enough."

Even as Yukihiro smiles, he shows his shoulders flaunted.

"Are you sure?

"I can't help it."

"Well, there's no choice."

Zem sends a signal in sign language to Rosh and Liase, even as he grins uncomfortably.

Back to the Millards!

In a moment, Zem walks with Yukihiro in his sight and strikes down his sword with his head in his head.

Yukihiro pulls out a long sword that emits a blue and white light in his lower back and easily receives Zem's long sword.

Taking advantage of the brilliant slaughter and the sound of the sword trident,

"Rosh!"

Liase rushed over to Roche, who is still confused, and slapped on its cheek,

"I'm gonna run away."

That's what I scream and look around.

The south side of Main Street in the Central District, stretching north and south where the Millard family tent is located, still stands as soldiers surround the Liases. In the opposite direction, tough, but now we should push through this central district once, up to the north side.

"Don't let them get away!!"

Instructions similar to Marek's anger fly, carrying a falling woman, and Liase and the others run out with full force.

Liase and Roche were moving their feet to our samurai. I feel numerous signs of soldiers looming from the rear.

Liase and the others carry children, but also women. Your physical abilities are overwhelmingly higher. It is undoubtedly only a matter of time before they are gradually packed, and it will also be a matter of time before they are captured.

Suddenly, a severe pain runs on his right leg, hitting harder and falling to the ground. Moving his gaze ahead of the severe pain, the right leg of the inflated tibia (calf) had an arrow stabbed deep.

"Sister!"

"Run!!"

When Liase screams, he is held to the ground by a resilient soldier.

"Let go of my sister!

"You fucking kid!

Soldiers kick me and I see Rosh rolling like a ball.

"It's a hassle. Keep your hands, feet, and amputations. If you die, you die. That's fine."

When a man with a beard like a troop leader utters such a nasty thing, one of the soldiers pulls out a long sword and wields it when he goes to the front of Rosh.

The landscape, which only a few dozen minutes ago seemed so radiant, is now overflowing with bright red blood and death.

Why is this happening? Because Rosh hurt a nobleman like that Marek?

No, Rosh was just trying to help that woman out of the hands of a Kusare aristocrat like Marek. I didn't do anything wrong. That's all I can say with confidence even now.

(Anyone. Help me!

In other applications (Kakihon cancer), nothing can be done, no one can be saved. Because the world is so cruel to Liase and the others.

But - for such unreasonable reasons, I still can't forgive my dear brothers and family, who have been suffering together, for just hurting me.

As if to mock Liase's wishes like that, the soldier's sword is waved down by Roche -.

"Become!?"

Grabbed lightly with one boy's finger.

"You, what are you doing to my men?

Raising the color of fiery rage on his face, Gray snaps the soldier's long sword with his index finger and thumb.

"Ba, haze -"

The voice will not be heard until the end, and the soldier will be blown away, bouncing the road in a straight line many times.

Far away, the soldiers watching, whilst filling their eyes and mouths like frightened fish with pimples and spasmodic soldiers all over their bodies.

"Ki, you, we belong to Lord Curros."

Exactly while blinking, Gray existed in the pocket of a man with a beard like a troop leader.

"If you don't want to die, eat your teeth off."

"Hih!!"

Gray's right-turning kick causes the body of the man with the beard like a troop leader to bend into the letter, slap him against the wall of the building, keep his white eyes peeled, and fall into the bow (uh-huh).

"Well."

With Gray's brightly reddish colored eyes, he glances over and the soldiers scream, throw their weapons to the ground, squatting and trembling.

"Liase, Roche, explain! What's this all about? What happened to Zem?

That's what Captain Aquid, who was next to Gray, asks Liase and the others, with a full voice of impatience.

"Zem is fighting a brave man named Yukihiro! If you don't stay like this, they'll kill you! Please help me!

Gray heals his wounds with healing magic in an instant when he pulls out the arrow of Liase. And I still grab both of those shoulders when I approach Rosh, who calls me with half a cry,

"Don't worry about it anymore. Calm down. Briefly explain what happened."

"Yeah."

Nodding again and again with trembling voices, Rosh follows and begins to explain.

"Well... the situation is coarse (obvious), I understand"

Gray was silently listening to Roche's unreserved story, but he nodded loudly,

"You're not wrong about anything. I'm proud of you. Well done."

Gently stroke Rosh's head.

"Oh, me!

What I was desperately suppressing finally decimated, crying Roche. Gray was slapping Rosh on the back for a short while, then stroking his head, but got up and turned back to Aquid.

"Aquid, you move everyone to the mall. No one can be left in the Millard family tent in this city. Assuming you come out to exercise your strength, you can do everything you can to fight it."

"That's good, Gray, what about you?

"I'll talk to the Curos faction."

"It's dangerous!

"Danger? That depends on them."

At the end of the day, the spine freezes, and Gray gives Liase his right hand.

The view ahead turns into a gruesome, scattered, familiar trade house of the Sagami Chamber of Commerce in Straheim.

"Captain, Gray is!? Zem is!?"

I guess I'm in a mood. While crying, the officials of the surrounding Sagami Chamber of Commerce frowned at Roche, who was stunned with aquids, and approached him.

I can't help it. For Rosh, because he may lose his precious family and those he most respected as a result of his actions.

"You said Gray, too. You're nothing wrong. The bad news is this crazy country and us adults.

So now get some sleep. "

"Regiment -"

When Liase tried to spin the word, the intense sleeper was slow, consciousness dyed bright white.