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

I moved my weirdly heavy leg and I was sick (tight) to the scene of the incident.

Weird, but touching an emperor who doesn't seem like a king, an empress who is very different from a girl, Lillinor, an intelligent (kichi) Sieg, or an uncle on the edge of McBurn, I am not the one whose nobility as ruler of this empire was thrown out of the universe. Maybe that's what I was thinking.

But the perception was a huge mistake.

Man gained reason and intelligence and evolved from the beast. These two are the most important and irreplaceable things for a species called man. For more than a dozen centuries it has been stagnant and repressed by both the superior people's thought exchangers. He has taken many forms, switched idols, and buried numerous scientific and human legacies to preserve his tiny self and preserve his wealth.

"This is my fault"

People make mistakes. Its irremediable malfunction has historically existed beyond time and culture, spreading misfortune all over the world. Wasn't I supposed to have thought of it from my soul in my lifetime?

Yes, while I am clearly aware of the cancer that spreads across this empire, I have given my permission, without much thought, to this HR.

Besides, I've only given the Roche and the others the magic of the recovery system. If Rosh and the others had attack-based magic, they would have at least been able to escape this downward farce.

The penalty for my fatal mistake goes to my people, not myself, who are weak and powerless.

Zem, don't do this!

Zem is getting an Advanced Magic Master Class of Holy Attributes. Besides, Zem's fighting sense is pretty good. Even though it is significantly inferior in physical ability, to that seemingly non-brave degree, it would be enough to escape.

What I fear is that it is not there. That that foolish fool will put an end to this case under its responsibility.

(Please, fight me as hard as you can!!)

Just run with that one heart and I'll get there.

Yes. I should have known. The reality that what I truly wanted from the bottom of my heart would slip off my hands by decision.

In the midst of the blood, with a number of swords, I recognize him piercing his whole body, Zem lying on the ground, and realizing that my worst feeling has become a reality.

"Gu..."

A slight pain runs on my head. The pain changes from being like a tickling needle stabbing, with a giant hammer, to something like being slapped directly in the brain.

"Look, let me resist a little! Miscellaneous Fish Wow!!"

A blonde young man poking his sword over and over again at Zem, who is no longer moving, with the look of trance (these things).

Miscellaneous fish? Zem only took a bully as a thief.

"Nope."

Moving behind the youth, grabbing the back collar neck, throws it away. Then, when you rush over to Zem, pull out the stabbing sword, and lean back, you activate instant healing magic.

"Or healing magic!!?"

A crappy hungry ghost was calling, but ignored it, and I weigh [top heel] more than once.

(Can't you...)

The wound's blocked, so I guess he's still alive. But I'm not feeling any blood back at all, and breathing is a bug breath.

Magic is not a miracle, it's just a phenomenon. Therefore, the limitations are natural.

You can swear. Already, in a few minutes, no, Zem dies in a few dozen seconds.

Zem opens his eyelid and looks at me.

"Gray...?

Right, you don't see it anymore.

"Oh."

"Well, did you make it"

Thanks to you.

Satisfied, snort (grunts) Xem. And -.

"Am I going to die?

That's what I asked you.

"Oh, dying"

"Well... ask for the aquids"

"Okay. Leave it to me."

Declaring to do so as forcefully as possible, Zem, when he touched my cheek with his trembling right hand, raised his mouth unnecessarily to

"Sounds like... don't cry. You... have always been invincible... laugh."

That's how he whines, his powers fall off Zem's right arm, and he falls to the ground.

He is not young enough to be immersed in sentiment. That's what I believed. Yet a number of fierce emotions, the first of their kind, born into this world complicate swirl, contact, and drive me crazy.

"Hey, answer me! Why can a poor starving ghost like you use healing magic!?"

It's annoying. You're not even worth exactly the stone's throw on the side of the road to me right now.

To scum hungry ghosts, turn only to the palms of your left hand,

"Ice Dragon (Kates)"

Chant the simplest and easiest magic in the ice system with enough magic. If this is the extent of the bug, that's enough.

"Whoa!?"

The four ice dragons drive the universe at high speed, teasing to the dandruff (Yukihiro), and stripping their fangs on its limbs.

"Gugi no!!"

Moaning with pain is also instantaneous, and incidentally, the limbs of the dandruff hungry ghost (Yukihiro) freeze.

"The Big Dragon of Ice (Kates)" - It is the top (High) ice-based magic, honestly, it is not a big deal, but it shows the most powerful but not an exaggerated trait only for me to deal with. In other words, this magical ability to ice is proportional to magic. My magic power is S-There is no reason why my magic endurance can be prevented by a C-man.

"Zem, stay put. I'll take you right to your family."

Before that, you have to put it on before you drop it. I'm not even going to argue that this is legitimate retaliation. Beyond returning violence with violence, I am also aware of the same hole.

But in the first place, if I wasn't a personable person of the idea of peace who believed in the conscience of an opponent like Gandhi, I wouldn't have been clean (blamed) enough to blame others for what they did. Rather the opposite.

Clearly, these guys have become my enemies to eliminate, more than they've done to me. That's all.

"My hand! My legs!!"

He slowly approached the dirt (Yukihiro) in a depressed pottery.

"Fuck, don't come!! Then, monster!!"

"It's annoying."

Activate and bite the tiny Big Dragon of Ice (Kates) from the mouth of the filth (Yukihiro) to the jaw.

――!!

It's like going up to land, like a fish that's going to suffocate, to a dirt (yukihiro) that twists your body like it's funny (cool), too.

"This is advice, but not really, it's rampant."

I'll give you qualified advice.

Most of all...

――!?

Light, out of balance, rolls to the ground. At the same time, the sound of the sounding glass smashing into pieces.

"Don't say that."

Screaming dirt (yukihiro) rises and rolls to the ground unnecessarily. Its limbs crumble from its roots and half of its jaw (chin), including its mouth, disappears into fine particles.

Squeeze your face with tears, and the filth (Yukihiro) looks up at me.

"I have a little sympathy for you."

I move my neck, I observe my surroundings, but everyone, with their bloody faces in bright blue, as if they were frozen, just look without being slight, and there will be no one voice to stop them. Did you call yourself a brave man, a brave man, but only a thin relationship to that extent?

When I pick up Zem's sword rolling on the ground, I step on Yukihiro's safe chest and secure the tip of my sword on its forehead.

"From now on, slowly I will pierce your skull with this sword. Be glad, and I'll put your little life in your hands for the foolishness you've committed."

――!!!

To Yukihiro, who is desperate to fire me, I bury my sword tip on my forehead.

The tip of the sword cracks the skin and a small piece of blood flows through it.

"Slowly, slowly, crack the cranium, eat into the brain, and lose your life. Death between pain and itching. It will be an experience you won't be able to taste inside. Enjoy and pass away."

――

Finally, Yukihiro faints when he peels off his glue and white eyes. Hokahoka puddles were formed on the ground.

"You're a ruinously gutless guy. You've got to be kidding."

I can't help but save you.

"I won't heal you. Even Sieg's old conscience."

When I poke my sword deep into the ground, I put my butt on, and with a bright blue face, I turn only my face to the beautiful blonde young man who sees me.

This is Lord Curros' next owner - Marek Curros. The culprit who caused this unsaved farce.

"Ma, ma, wait! Wait for me! That power of yours, wonderful! Even if you welcome me into my Curros family..."

By kicking the ground a few steps to Marek Curros, I plug that mouth with my shoe tips when I pack between them.

"Even if Zem wasn't dead, I'd have been ready to have a conversation with you, wouldn't I?

That's an impossible story, even if the heavens and the earth are turned upside down.

"Gummy!"

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about"

I stepped on Marek's jaw and crushed it.

"Let's declare. This is just my self-satisfaction. There is no legitimacy or other fine dust. Because this is your father's job."

What I'm about to do now is take a look at a beast of poor quality. It's nothing more or less. It's just an act to that extent.

"Marek, I'm going to punch you in the face now. Don't worry. I'll heal you properly.

But I don't think that's salvation. "

When I grabbed Marek's chest barn, I held his right fist firmly and began to beat him.

I beat Marek all over his body, healing him with [top heel] and beating him again. I was even repeating that.

"Not that far!!"

A blow from my right fist is controlled by a dark wand.

Moving only the eyeballs, the gray-haired grandfather in white was standing.

"Be there soon enough."

"Don't be sarcastic! Until you're unscrupulous!

Old Sieg looks at the rolling brave Yukihiro for a moment, but as soon as he rushes over, he begins to unfold his restorative magic.

Yes. At the time of Old Sieg's arrival, this futile and extreme ordination was over. Come on, let's get Zem to them.

Before that...

When I eagle Marek Curros' hair, lift it, and fix his face, I slap that cheek, forcing him to slap it up.

"Hiya, no!!"

Marek, awakened consciousness, distorted his face with fear and cried out.

"Shut up."

A few times lightly, slap him on the cheek and force him to shut up.

"Look, I will never forgive you guys. Don't think it's going to be so much easier. I'll spend the rest of my life making you pay for the scuffle of the act. If that stupid brave man wakes up, tell him so."

Again, he throws Marek, who blows a bubble and faints, onto the ground, goes to Zem and takes charge of his back.

"Let's go home, Zem"

holding Zem, I moved to the Millard tent

Gather all the employees of the Sagami Chamber of Commerce and all the members of the Red Phoenix Brigade (Seiki Dumpling) at the trade hall in Straheim to explain Zem's death.

We all wanted to mourn Zem's death only this evening, but the undead are on the verge of a few more days. One more day's delay is unacceptable.

All the filth I've done so far still barks bravely. When I think the performance of this operation leads to the protection of their vanity, I want the Regular Army to deal with the undead violently.

But in terms of not being able to make this Sutherland a dead place, it is still impossible to throw this operation, along the way.

Members of the Red Phoenix Brigade were instructed not to join the explosives installation this evening. That's supposed to happen, but everyone was in the job.

The next morning, Zem's funeral will be held.

In this world, it was a burial, and it was decided to buy the first class of a well viewed cemetery on the high ground in Straheim and bury its remains (without).

Apart from the members of the Red Phoenix Brigade, Satella and Karla all mourned their deaths and prayed silently.

Among other things...

"It's my fault... because I ignored Zem's instructions and ran wild!

Roche next to me squeaks so bossly. On its face the anger disappeared, and it was blue as a dead man.

"That's right. Rosh, Zem's death is due to your actions."

"Gray -"

One of the members tries to speak out against it, but is controlled by Aquid with his right hand.

"But I'm sure Zem was proud of you."

In view of the stupidity of Aquid, Zem and the Red Phoenix Brigade, even if Zem was in that place, the results would not have changed in the end. That's why I decided to hire them.

And Zem may have confirmed that a new bud named Roche was growing and found the meaning of his own death.

"That's a lie!!"

"It's up to you to make it true or lie"

That's what I say, move my neck only, look around.

Everyone was looking at me with a crying face.

"Listen, with this time of day, you're my family. That's my first life as a parent.

You can sip muddy water. You can be scolded. You don't have to pity me. Just - always smile and do your best to survive!! "

Turning my back on Zem's grave, I transfer to the Millard family tent in Sutherland.

He sat on the chair in front of the Millard family tent, looking at the blue sky as beautiful as it came to his head.

We need a new division.

Until now, I believed that developing civilization in this world was the key to reaching the truth.

But what happens if we develop science in a world ruled by incompetent aristocrats, with a mass of selfishness like Lord Curros?

It's obvious to see more tragedies than this scattering around the world, and you should think about covering up technology in an attempt to monopolize wealth.

It is absolutely necessary to eliminate that pointless, unproductive and extreme aristocracy in order to experiment the way I like it in the future.

And in this empire, the Gateway nobility, including Lord Curos, has tremendous power. A ridiculously pathetic tragedy like this one is happening everywhere in this empire. Therefore, it would be somewhat better to eliminate the Gateway aristocrats.

But that's all. I don't know if it will be years or decades from now, but I'll make it public in ten, eighty-nine, curlos. A creature called man is neither strong nor clean. I even remembered that to the bone marrow in this one case.

Because what do I do?

"No, let's stop"

The answer came from the edge. However, the method was only forcibly ruled out as an option because it was so cruel and would shed too much blood.

But this world cannot be so gentle as to succeed in a bloodless transformation. I understood that from my soul in this case.

What I'm trying to do, so to speak, is let the imperial people dye their own hands with blood. There's no justice, no legitimacy. Just like the Cullos, it's an outside job. Still, if we don't, the Empire will never escape the curse of nobility.

"Kuha... it's a masterpiece. Since when have I become a filthy politician?

If you ask yourself that question, of course you won't answer it or anything.

But you have to. If that is my path to achieving my purpose. I, by whatever means I possess, come to the truth that is the source of knowledge. Because that's what I swore.

"Are you here?"

To the myriad signs of approaching the tent, when you raise your face, dozens of soldiers appear ahead of the so-called mustache nobility of each evil hobby garment.

"Gray Millard, why did you do this stupid thing?

Confusion and discomfort persisted in the face of the man with the mustache asking so.

"You want to know?

The man with the mustache shakes his face wide left and right as he closes his eyelids firmly.

"Capture him."

Using the order as an opportunity, soldiers surrounded me with blades pointed at me at the same time.

"Still, it's a child. Don't point your sword at me."

"But, Baron Hakrow, this guy, he took that brave man..."

"You didn't hear me? Did I tell you not to point the sword at me?

A man with a mustache - a hawk - pointing his gaze at the soldiers like letting a thick blue muscle hang on his forehead and shoot him.

"That's surprising. Did you have such a winning personality?

"Ha! What world have adults happy to see their children hurt? Even if it's a disgusting hungry ghost like you."

"Absolutely."

To my reply, unpleasantly, when I snap my nose, Baron Haklow raises his right hand.

"Gray Millard, I hold you in custody for assault and injury to Lord Curos' son - Lord Marek Curos and the brave man - Lord Yukihiro Kazama."

Thus I was restrained by the Empire.