The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"... Has the night dawned"

It was actually my first experience that I was up all night doing nothing.

Of course, I've been through it many times all night, but it's about facing something every time, it's about being bickering, playing games.

It's not easy to imitate the sentry either.

The gradual whitening of the sky, which was dark, was also moving inside, at the same time boring and drowsy and slightly barren.

"It's no good having two leaders at the same time. You can sleep first."

……

Carol looked like she didn't know if she was hearing or not.

Are you saying that you are exhausted?

After a little thought,

"Okay. Let me do that..."

say.

For a moment, I tried to stick together and say something, but when I turned my consciousness to my physical condition, he gave up immediately saying, "Oh, I can't do this," and decided to obey honestly.

I figured it out so I could take it in my hand.

"Yeah, do that"

And when I said it without even looking, I could see one of the crew members in a corner of my sight making an unnatural move.

Instead of the motion I've seen over and over this night where my consciousness was interrupted for a moment while standing, I woke up shaking my body all the time, I only managed to get my buttocks on, as if I was surprised to look up and lose my hips. It was such a move.

"KEEP, here we go -!!!

The shouts echoed.

"How are you?"

I stood up.

"Carol, take command of them. Well, it looks like we're doing exactly what we planned."

Carol nodded and ran away with a drowsy blown nervous face.

As planned, that means putting up a spear, surrounding the bear by half, and protecting the eagle.

This is not such a elusive instruction, but a form that would naturally happen if we acted with the mission of protecting the eagle in mind.

If this is the peasant who has been forced to pull from the countryside, the mission will be to "protect himself" and he will be tongue-in-cheek and free of formation and shit, but I don't have to worry about that to these guys on the boulder.

I also ran for a small run with my luggage, and when I got there, the higma was a huge individual about three meters long.

That's roughly a small speared crew surrounded by distant windings, making a spear.

I instinctively felt overwhelmed by the immensity of it, and I had the unexpected feeling of total fury.

But Higma doesn't seem so aggressive.

I have little interest in the humans watching this one with their spears.

According to the story of a man in horse care, this higma attacked a certain house at first.

The house, which operated a fishing business, hung fish with strings underneath the house, that is, made dried fish.

Higma got it delicious and then came down to the crowd with flavor.

In those days, this inn was still open.

When it was open, the inn apparently dumped the excess food left behind by its guests, etc. in a hole dug into the back of the building.

Higma began to feel the smell, digging back holes and fishing for raw waste.

There are several other flavored private houses, and Higma patrols those houses once a day, they go back to the woods.

Of course, this inn is no longer open now, but it seems to give up and go around as part of the patrol route.

That's why this higma isn't here to attack humans as much as he likes.

Even so, I'm not afraid of humans, and if I were so hungry, I wouldn't be hesitant to attack humans.

Higma, standing and crouching tightly, but his eyes, somehow, were not dealing with humans.

Would it feel like a person watching easily when they do and aggressive wildcats intimidate them?

Leave me alone, I'll go back to the woods even if I keep my mouth shut.

They're in that mood today.

But that's not necessarily true tomorrow.

If I can't take anything prey today, I might think about eating humans tomorrow.

I took the baggage that I had taken care of.

Its packaging contains tools with various workmanship on iron cylinders and fitted with wooden and metal parts.

The tool is for firing metal balls from an iron cylinder.

I mean, it's a cannon.

When I touched it, less viscous oil was applied to the whole area to the extent that it did not stick, and it felt wet.

This is the latest type of artillery cannon on the other side, imported from the Republic of Albio, as a gift to the Kingdom of Kirchna, and all these days.

With a sliding chamber gun, the rifle ring is not cut and the ignition method is of a pyrotechnic type.

Unlike the sword you just put out to grind, etc., an iron cannon doesn't make it worse, even if it fires one or two shots.

I mean, I tried giving it away and even if it was an outburst, it would be a cot, so I've tried about five shots.

I took the sparkling rope from the leather bag and put it on the pinch.

Fire ropes are designed to keep smoked fire burning for hours, so they can be kept in leather bags while ignited.

Already loaded with bullets, firing powder and ignition powder.

This gun, by pulling the trigger, causes the volcanic rope to be pressed vigorously against the fireplate, ignites served on the fireplate are ignited, and the fire propagates a small hole drilled into the barrel into the inside of the gun chamber, causing the igniter to fire. process by which the bullet is to be fired.

In other words, the fireplate is exposed in the air, but this can be covered with a device called a fire lid to prevent rain or the like from entering the fireplate.

Ignition pills served on the fireplate, in an earlier amount of pinky fingers, lid to cover this, so just moving it slightly or softly doesn't mean the ignition pills will overflow outside.

Opening the lid and setting up the firing system is said to cut the lid.

While we don't cut the lid, even if we pull the trigger, the fire rope will just be pressed against the lid, it won't sting the fireplate, it won't ignite.

"Get out of the way for a second. Go forward."

I'll send the crew to the front row.

"What?"

"Captain?"

I heard voices like that.

Going to the front row, I saw the bear well.

Is the distance about six meters?

I, too, have had about twenty shots with another gun, so I know the trick somehow.

At more than ten meters, it's hard, but at this distance, if you're that big, you'll hit it once and for all.

On the spot he stood on his knees, pressed the gun bed against his shoulder and set his aim, cutting off the lid.

Higma stares at me for being intrigued by me acting strange.

I held my breath and set my aim.

Pulling the trigger, there was the sound of a pattin and spring being able to play, a fire rope being struck down by a fireplate, and a black powder called Baju burning in the atmosphere, like fireworks.

Zdon!!

I feel a strong recoil on my shoulders along with an uninterrupted roar.

Beyond the nitrous smoke ejected from the gun cavity, a lead sphere was seen inhaled into the abdomen of a higma.

The moment it hit him, Higma seemed to feel that he was clearly under intense attack and shook his body in a freak.

And after staring at me hatefully for a few seconds, he fled through the woods at a glance.

The soldiers around them looked like pigeons had eaten bean cannons when they heard exotic weapons they had never seen and loud voice gunfire they had never heard.

"Hunter! Do you have a hunter!

Loud, call the hunter.

"Heh! Heh!

For some reason the man with the fur of the beast appears, responding twice.

He was a hunter who met me before it was my turn to start the night.

"I don't know if it's fatal, but it caused severe wounds. Can you chase him with a dog?

I saw where the bear left off with my eyes.

A red Shizukuishi, which fell slightly, continues into the woods.

"He said he could handle it."

Do something.

I don't think that's a hound if you can't keep up with the dark bloodstains.

Well, the long-haired wobbles where I can see them are shaking their tails fine, and they don't look old and seem motivated, so it won't be a problem.

A hunting dog is one that finds a bird beast to prey on and if the hunter hurts it, it has the role of tracking it down.

Large opponents like bears can often not be killed with artillery, but dogs can track it down to keep it from resting and increase the bleeding by barking from afar.

As a result, even wounds that, if rested, are not fatal can take lives.

"Then follow me. I'll give you the fur."

It took about two hours, and when the hunter returned, a luggage truck like the Great Eight forced into the woods was filled with meat and fur.

They've been dismantling it at the scene.

Carol and the guys in the squad are watching it as it swarms.

In aristocratic hunting, I usually hunt around chicas, but not bears, so I guess it's the first time I see it.

"Hmm... that's a fine fur"

And when I say,

"Yes..."

and the hunter replied with a face fearing something without a heart.

Daikanya, I guess you're afraid I won't say "I still want it" or something.

"Don't worry. As promised, I'll do this. But I'll get the rest here."

"Yes, of course."

"So, where's the gall?"

I said, the hunter looked freaked out.

Do it. You got a look like that.

"Heh, heh, here"

The hunter took something blurry, hanging with thin strings, out of a bag that looked like his belongings.

You, if I hadn't told you, you would've definitely put it in your own pocket.

The raw bear's gallbladder, first seen, was very grotesque.

A white, thin translucent membrane is wrapped with a puffy liquid that binds the entrance and exit.

The entrance to and exit from the gallbladder is solidified in one place, so if you tie it up there, the fluid inside won't come out.

When this is dried, it becomes a solid form of bee and becomes a medicine called bear gallbladder (yutan).

Because gallbladder is an organ that stores bile, bear gallbladder may be referred to as a dry bear bile medicine.

I've also been put in my mouth at a young age, but it has a strangely crummy strong bitter taste.

Good medicine. It's the kind of medicine that shows bitterness in the mouth.

This is something that is unusual in ancient times and now, at least among the Shans, and can be sold very high.

The hunter kept the thread used for the knot in his hand and had it prayed.

When I got home, I guess I was going to hang around the house like this and let it dry.

"I'll take it."

And I received the gall.

"Can I ask how to dry it"

"... if the wolf dries, just pinch it with an empty plate of holes and flatten it. Sons of bitches... it could be torn and ruined, and it might be enough to keep it dry. I don't think it's for sale..."

I see.

It's like a water bottle now, but if this gets semi-dry and the contents lose their liquid shape, do you want to gradually press and dry it?

"Got it. Thank you. I got a good souvenir."

"Heh..."

"What's a souvenir, this one's got a life ahead of him," said the hunter, still having untrained eyes.

Well, that's good.

I feel sorry for you, but I'm the one who caused the fatal wound, and the fur should sell for a pretty high price, so I want you to be satisfied with that.

"Hey."

Turning around, Carol was staring at us.

"What are you gonna do with that?"

Carol pointed to the bear's guts I hung.

Toxic to see.

"It's a loot. That's about as good as this, right?

…… Is that gonna be a loot? Wouldn't you rather get a nail or a hand, anyway?

"Oh, you've never seen that. This is the bear's guts."

"I know it's a gut... but what good is it?

What, this guy, maybe he's never had a drink?

I remember Luke telling me, "This is so expensive, thank you and drink it," but in fact, don't royalty drink like this in private therapy?

No, that shouldn't be the case because I've seen one of Peppanco's bear gallbladders sold at a pharmacy before for how many gold coins.

"Bear guts, right? You've never eaten?

"I've never even heard of it. Boil as you go."

You think I'll boil it?

It's such a waste I've never heard.

"It tastes like a really sweet treat when I dry it. Bear gallbladder is special. It has a light sweetness without habit. It's famous for its fine sweetness, but I didn't know you didn't. I'll feed you later."

It's funny, so let's trick him.

"Sweet......? You have that kind of meat?

"That's the kind of gut I have in my body. That's funny."

"Hmmm......"

He looks purely intriguing.

"Then let the eagle feed you the meat and guts of the bear, because I will dry this. Aside from your stomach and intestines."

The digestive system is packed with acid alkali, and bacteria and faeces, so you should remove it.

If I were to feed him, it would be good to at least wash him.

"What, me?

Carol looked at the lump of meat on the luggage, which is a scary, rather splattery sight.

You'll do it if you order, but scraping those bloody meat chunks with both hands and doing them around to eagles would be a tough order for a lady-raised Carol.

I don't want Carol all night long to do just that.

"No, you'll do it if you tell Horse Care. You don't have to tell me about your stomach or intestines, but tell me about it."

"Oh...... ok"

"When you're done, you can rest."

Take turns with Carol. Let's go to bed, too.

"What are you guys doing?"

There was a bunch of crew out there trying to get my hands on me.

I don't know, he's looking so excited.

Inside, there's a mix of the guys who actually confronted the bear as the one who just woke up.

Well, that would have been an interesting spectacle, so I'm sorry about the guys who ended up empty-handed.

Even so, that's what a soldier for a standing guard is.

He told me about the captain's bravery.

And so on, it was one younger than me who had said things that didn't make sense.

Being younger than me in the squad doesn't mean that you're actually a very small number of people who are not a majority.

"It's just gunfire."

Though it was the nostrils that hit it, sometimes it was a fire rope gun, and I kind of have the image of a foot job.

Bravery would mean you fought bravely.

I don't think I have a cowardly slander for using artillery, but I don't even think I'm brave.

But speaking from the general public, is it brave enough to stand up to a bear?

As long as the artillery is fired safely, the bear will escape first, because he knows he was attacked without having to hit it. Thought so.

"That's it. Is that weapon a Klan weapon you hear about? Professor if you don't mind…"

What, you're a study-keen one.

"Your professor is going to rendezvous over there before he matches. I won't now."

"Oh," the boy said, turning into an unfortunate face, like a disappointment to see. "Okay."

"Right...... but O (...) ago (...) et al. (...), if you're free, imagine the situation in your head. This."

And I lifted a little cannon in my hand and showed it to everyone.

"It's an easy weapon to handle for everyone. I'll tell you what, I only practiced for a day about a week ago. Not that I was a special genius or anything, but that anyone can handle in a day. A man armed with that kind of weapon, for example, lines up a thousand people and fires a bullet that just finished the bear with a single blow, simultaneously, at the troops you command. You should think about what happens if they do that. By the way, this guy's weakness is that the shooting doesn't work. Getting ready to fire again takes a lot of time. If you're free, work it out in your head how you can fight it."

Tell you what, I went straight to the kitchen and washed the bear's guts in the water.

The blushing bear's gallbladder held a different blue liquid inside than blood when washed.

Sturdy visceral membranes are not going to break a bit or softly.

I feel like I bought some bulky souvenirs from the first part of the trip, but I'm secretly looking forward to completing them.