Tilea's Worries

As the critical and chains are pulled, the door opens. The other half shows what's going on out there.

Not good, not good. We need to think about excuses soon.

Say it, say it...

You can't stop fighting because they're strong.

Now, morale is high enough to climb heaven. In the meantime, if I showed any weakness, this morale would go down dramatically.

So, what do we do?

And then, and then...

Yeah, I can't help it. If this happens, what to do when people are in trouble more often than in ancient times, pseudo-morbidity.

Let's go, let's go!

Everyone must have used it once. Life, there are occasions I really don't want to do. Mid-winter marathon, blazing grasshoppers.

Of all those events, what I'm facing is a terrible disaster, a Tyman with the mightiest warrior of primates. Somewhat, it is decided to be forgiven for lying.

All right, let's get this thing started.

"Guuuuuuuuuu!"

That's what I said, I tried shouting.

I suddenly shouted, so the hand of the legion that was pulling the chain stops.

All right, good slip ahead.

"Sister, how are you?

Tim ran over to worry and called out.

Ugh. It hurts my chest to worry about my sister senseless. But my life is at stake. I can't change my belly on my back.

Hold on to your guilt and continue acting.

"Hih, my knee..."

I try to keep my knees down with my hands, exaggerated and painful.

"Dear Tyrea, what the hell is wrong with you!

Following Tim, the other legions rushed over to worry.

"Yes, I had a sore knee..."

"Become!? Dear Tyrea, were you injured!

The legions are stunned.

I'm proud of my disease-free breath, and I uttered the unexpected word "injury." Thought you'd be surprised...... is that so surprising?

Even I get hurt. He's a normal person. Come on, wake up!

I would say that, now, securing morale is a top priority. Enjoy exhaling the inside of your chest and continue to suffer from pseudopathy.

"So, I'm sorry I kept quiet. As a matter of fact, in the last Kingsville raid..."

"Impossible. I'm not your sister who gets hit by that kind of enemy."

"Dear Tyrea, you can't lie like that. I don't think you can count on me, but please tell me the truth."

"That's right. Whatever giant enemy you may be, join us and be Lord Tyrea's shield."

With Tim at the head, everyone in the regiment answers no to my statement.

These guys, who believe 100 percent without a doubt if my word, have shown unexpected stubbornness. What a miscalculation to be here.

Is this the wrong way to persuade you?

The Legionnaires are witnessing occasions when I used my knowledge cheats to clean up the vampires in an instant, and where I was pimping in the store the next day.

They know I was intact. But that's why the enemy was a demon.

Normally, it's natural to get hurt, isn't it?

Why, affirm my strength so much.

Everybody says it's incredible, it's crazy.

Ha, if......

"Let's be precise, the wounds we suffered in the fight against the intrusive docuns have been opened."

"Is that the three of us in the way!

"Yes, it"

"Was I? Fighting power that even the Demon King let him trick. Even though it wasn't enough immediately after awakening, if they overwhelmed Lady Camilla... it might not be strange if Lady Tyrea was wounded."

Whoa, did you understand a little?

I feel less distrustful than just now.

When I fought with the intrusive docums, I slept for a few days in an on-parade of muscle aches and abrasions and fatigues. So there will be credibility.

It's just that I believe in the fighting power of the bad (docun) people over the Demons... because you guys are fundamentally out of your minds.

"I just can't solve it"

"What? You still got something?

"Can you make the Ethereum demons who attacked the King's capital open the ancient wounds to which Lord Tyrea was subjected?

The legions still expose their distrust.

Why did I get hurt?

Because the enemy was a demon. That would be a good enough reason!

But the legions say that they can't scratch one scratch on my skin like the Ethereal Demons.

What demon clan can't let you peel one of my scabs... what the hell? You guys, don't get on with it because you cheated on knowledge with a pile of wood. How far are you underestimating the Demons?

Phew ~ I didn't know it was this hard to get a pseudo...

When I was shaking my head,

"What if your sister was shot by them in Kousenju?

Whoa!? This!

Tim gave me a nice assist.

"That's right. Actually, he was shot with a ray gun."

"Dear Tyrea, what is Kousenju about an array you used to talk to me about?

"Yes, it's an abominable overpart."

"Oh, my God, you Ethereal Demons. Don't imitate me."

The legions show a mixed look of amazement and anger.

All right, I believed it.

Yeah, I've talked about ray guns before. Even a vegetable god resistant to smashing in the galaxy said if he was accidentally shot with a ray gun, he would be defeated.

When you heard that, everyone, it was a shock. No matter how awesome your fighting power is, you will be turned over with one flying tool. In my last life, I was surprised when I saw it in the movies, too.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I didn't know your sister had been shot in Kousenju...... I couldn't notice how your sister was feeling. Punish this foolish and foolish person as well. But if you'll forgive me, I'll at least put some healing magic on your sister first."

Very bad.

We have a new problem.

I'm not hurt. If Tim does a healing magic, he'll just get a pseudo sickness.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I can't heal wounds done with ray guns with healing magic. It has to be a medical machine."

When you get here, if you eat poison, even a plate. Overlay the makeover on the makeover.

"Oh, really?! Hmmm, duh, what can I do..."

Tim holds his head with a bitter look on his face.

It's very painful, but this made the one-horse thing awkward.

"Well, then, that depends. Why do you keep going to the castle..."

"Ugh, I don't know. In my magic theory, I can't guide my response. What are the injuries that have broken through your sister's defenses and continue to eat now? Besides, healing magic can't cure you? My unknown injury I don't know!? Oh, again, it's because I don't know how my Kousenju works. Quickly, if we don't establish a cure, your sister's life will eventually..."

"Oh, you know, Tim... nothing that serious."

Tim remains troubled, though he speaks out when he sees Tim, who is disgusted. And when Tim, who's been troubled for a while, opens his eyes cuttingly,

"Yea! I can't study your sister's cure here. Retreat. We can lose this battle. Everybody, light the fire!

That's what I screamed.

No! Whoa!

Plus, respond to Tim's sad cry. The legions are generating fire magic and trying to hit it there.

"Chi, wait a minute!

"Sister, I'm sorry. Things dispute for a moment. Your sister's treatment is paramount to the war."

Tim's serious face. And I have no hesitation whatsoever about arson to the legions. These guys don't care if it's for me or Tim to set a robbery on fire. These are the cult fanatics. I get scared of these guys sometimes because they're usually warm and nice, but there's this side to it.

Even now, you see, lighting firewood and cloth that burns easily, poi around... oh no, no!

"It's healed ahhh!!

I proclaim momentum.

"Master Tyrea?

Legionnaires stop arson and I'll look at this one.

"No, it's healed. Because it's healed. You don't have to do that."

"Sister, you don't have to worry about us impudently. Please, be honest. I'm risking my life to cure your sister's incurable illness."

At some point in Tim's brain, the injury is just incurable.

The Legionnaires have abandoned Yagura and are attempting a scorched-earth operation to escape.

This is not even a moment of respite.

"Look, look. Yah, tu, atata, atata, atata!

When I turn back to the Legionnaires, I show off a hundred rows of kicks full of Chinese girls in a certain fighting game. He teased the machine gun kick as he pushed his knee up and down.

"What do you say? Don't you believe this is still healed?

"Exactly, sister. It was an early work that went unnoticed. So, what about your injuries?

"Well, apparently your thoughts have changed to power. My injuries are all over the place. I recovered. Thanks."

"" Oh, such a miracle! Long live Lord Tyrea!

All right, all right, it subsided.

Tim and the legions seem relieved. Her face has also turned into a palliative look.

I got cold liver the other way around. I feel more tired.

I knew it was what I expected.

If I get hurt a little, we'll all panic. It's strange to suddenly turn it into scorched earth. It doesn't make sense for us to try to prevent the town from burning down.

Anyway, no pseudopathy. My maladies affect everyone's morale.

What are we really gonna do?

As soon as I said my injury was healed, morale recovered. He's pulling the chain callously without punishment and reopening the door.

Yeah, you didn't forget to take a ride.

What do we do? What do we do? I don't have any more time.

Hmm, any good ideas?

I twist my head about as much smoke as I can get out of my head.

And... the heavens flashed.

"Ah, I can't. I can't, I can't!

All of a sudden, I shout so loud.

"Dear Tyrea, what's wrong?

"That's what I wanted to do, but I couldn't."

"Why is that? Are you still hurt?

"No, he said no. Look, you're on a horse over there. If you confront me with one horse, it's not balanced. Yes, no. Don't get me wrong. I could blow every horse off, but look, it doesn't look good. It's obvious that it's better to see it up there riding. As an evil god, I don't want to be seen down there for a while."

I think it's a good idea.

I didn't get away with this because I was afraid to take a ride. I can say it's a choice to keep the top of the Evil Gods Army from being licked.

"Oh, yeah, I was. Dear Tyrea, you are right. It's like standing in that downwind if you confront something you've ridden on foot"

"Yeah, yeah, then it's the only way, right? I really don't mean it, but let's give up a ride. Ah, too bad, too bad."

If you answer a little skipping,

"Don't worry. Yes!

I heard Ol's wild voice.

Troubleboy, are you back?

Again, as usual, Gil, I'm guessing you gave him some tequila and potion. He's the one who did it. Still, I think Ol's resurrection is slowly getting faster. Tim beats me up a lot, too, and in Division II, maybe he's got some routine work done on the Orr resurrection.

Ol smiles at Nico and approaches me.

"O, ol, what makes you feel safe?

Rest assured, a man is approaching with nothing but anxiety. My feelings that were floating sink all at once.

"Hehe, Dear Tyrea, if you're a horse, I'm ready."

Become!? This guy imitates extra!

I don't know how far I'd feel if I caused any trouble.

No, you can't give up here. Not yet, I can still come up with an excuse.

"Oh, you know, it's that simple, but you can't even bring a walrus horse around. Because Baccio is a famous horse, no matter how you look at it. You'll be inferior if we confront each other on horseback."

Yes, Baccio is riding a horse that looks expensive to see. Bacchio himself is a giant, so he's a hairy giant horse who deserves it. In the market, millions to tens of millions of gold are likely to.

"Rest assured. I won't take a pull on a horse to that extent. We have famous horses from both East and West in ancient times."

Ol presses his heartbeat.

And then the ol' popped up somewhere, and after a while...

"Well!

A hose appeared in front of me. A large group of horses, horses and horses. Besides, the white horse, the pony, the salabretto, and the variety cross.

Where the hell did you hide all these horses? Are you willing to open it on the ranch? No, it's about this guy, so he's going to say he was building a Takeda horseback squad or something.

"O, ol, I've been collecting so many horses..."

"Ha, it's just as Tirrea instructed"

"Huh? Did I give you that order?

"Yes, he should give famous horses to those who are high in force, gold to those who are high in desire, and books to those who are high in intelligence. I wanted to pull out the high-powered, so it was up to me to gather all the famous horses."

Oh man... that would be just a trinity game chat! I wanted to go in there and stop spending a lot of money on not letting it go, but I realize it's still better with the ol' rampage.

"Oh, yeah, I was."

"Ha. It just depends on you not being able to find someone with high levels of force and only famous horses getting together more and more. Ha ha!

I don't care if Ol laughs......

I see Hihin and Hiccup.

Amateur horses are so fine that I can see them.

Bad. They're no better than Baccio's horses. If I confront you, I'll look like I'm in the upper position. This is an excuse, but I feel like I'm in reverse hands.

And Ol brought me a horse from the horde.

Ooh!

Unexpectedly exclamation leaks.

It's not the horse there. I feel like a famous horse among famous horses.

Black furry salabrette. It's a famous horse that draws a line with the rest of us, whether we should call it smooth horse skin and sharp muscles.

"Ol, this horse..."

"Ha. That's what they call a black horse."

I knew it! A grand horse running a thousand miles a day. vulgarly, a horse with black fur and as quick as a rabbit. At market value, it is a famous horse over cowardice if it is bad for thousands, no.

I heard rumors, but wow. Yeah, yeah, there's an awesome aura just because it's a typical famous horse.

It's just that this black horse looks so vicious. The face is like a human yakuza. Two or three, no, about a few hundred pedals. Yes, like King Lo's beloved horse that comes out at the end of the century.

This is a famous horse, but it's a bruised, murderous horse, right?

At least it's definitely a rampage horse. As soon as I get on it, I fall horse.

"Is this okay to ride? I do it because I see it..."

"Dear Tyrea, your concerns are the best. Before Lord Tyrea's reigning king's intimidation, any famous horse could be crushed. But..."

"Ortizio, don't tell anyone."

Covered in Orr's words, Tim pinched his mouth from side to side.

"Don't worry, sister. This horse was a waste horse that ran only a thousand miles a day, but it was demonically modified so that we could run 10,000 miles a day. Somewhat, I think I can stand your sister's ride."

Magic modification?

Oh, medium two. Translate, I wonder if you raised this horse. It would have been tough to feed the leaves and end the horse manure. Nevertheless, an amateur Tim was able to raise a horse. Perhaps Black Horse, which seems vicious from this view, is also somewhat accustomed to people.

I will never get near that murderous horse.

The black horse is staring at me with a guillotine.

Uh-oh!

"Chi, are you okay getting close? Don't you get slammed?

The black horse has a rough nose and is barking at him.

You'll never get on this. Even if I can't ride it, I fall horse.

"Hehe, sister, I won't let you imitate me like that."

That's what Tim says and talks to Boso and the Black Horse. Then the black horse suddenly quieted down. You look like you're shaking a pull because of your mind. It's like a newborn deer.

It seemed like a distraction, but I knew you were used to people.

Get close to the horse and try to be a pompous.

The Black Horse doesn't respond. It seemed like it was my fault that I refused. Tim, you're a good pussy. The breeding under the name of magic modification seemed to have worked. This attitude of the Black Horse is as if it were an obedient maiden.

Sounds fine.

Okay, let's make a call, and I'll get on it.

Yeah, I could ride normally.

Oh, no.

As it is, seriously, I'm going to start arguing with Baccio.

What do we do? What do we do?

Okay, here it is.

"Ah, too bad, too bad. I knew I couldn't take a ride."

"Dear Tyrea, now what?

"Look, you have a weapon over there, and this one has no prey. It's not balanced. Also, of course, you can destroy weapons with your bare hands. It doesn't look good. What you see below even temporarily is that my aesthetics don't allow it"

The legions were convinced to talk about the availability of weapons, but I have a bad feeling about it.

This is a weapons issue, isn't it? Then I'm sure......

"Don't worry. Yes!

Ol' wild voice echoes the earth again.

Yeah, I expected that. I thought it would definitely come because it's a weapon. You guys are weapons lovers.

"Dear Tyrea, please have this. It is the spear of Ron Bern, the famous artist under the heavens, the Fang Tian Painting Trident."

That's what Ol said, and he gave me a spear that looked so expensive.

This is another fine spear.

I'll shake it with one hand. The air vibrated.

Wow, looks like it's chopped.

"... wow, this"

"Ha. Even in the demonic world, it is one of only twelve Rombern works. However, even though they are famous workers, it is also true that before the help of Lord Tyrea, they cannot be physically organized as a weapon. But..."

"Ortizio, don't even say it to everyone. Let's talk from there."

Once again, Tim pinched his mouth from the side.

"Sister. The spear carries the magic of my cure. I wanted to see your sister's weaponry one day and I did everything I could to harden it every day. Theoretically, that weapon won't break. Unless your sister shows some real help."

"Oh, yeah."

Buh, the stage is set. So far, they gave me great horses and weapons. I can't tell you not to take a ride.

Yes, no, not yet. I still won't give up.

"Uh, uh, I'm sorry to have you prepared for this, but so is this weapon, the horse, but you're still not satisfied. After all, if you take a ride, you shrivel when you're unhappy with your gear. Are you unmotivated..."

Ketching this much on one dish is a considerable difficulty. But on second thought, I'm the one who does the vetting. I'm sorry, but I'll let you make a ruthless decision.

I'm looking out at the legions with a little evil heart.

Hmm!? I noticed Tim getting upset with his sad face.

"Tim?"

"Ugh, can't I still do it? For your sister, I modified the demon. It's the best I can have. Still, still, I can't even help your sister. I... Ugh, I'm ashamed of my impudence. What can I do, what can I do?"

Tim bursts into tears.

Ugh, hey, my God.

This is against the rules. If they look like this......

If you see the look on Tim's face like this...

"Pfft."

I smile invincibly.

"Sister?

Tim raised his face suspiciously.

"Get acquainted, get acquainted, awesome - get acquainted Wow! That's Tim. Sister, I'm surprised. If you feel well, you're a horse with a great weapon. Thanks!"

"Ho, is that true?

"Also, of course. Sister, I'm too familiar with you, desperate to contain the urge to shake your head."

"Sister!

Tim turns away from grief and gives an indelible look of joy.

Yeah, you're gonna have to say this. I'll do it. I'll do it.

If this happens, I'll make it look like I'm gonna take a ride with Baccio, and I'll take my enemies with me and run away.

Black Horse is a famous horse that runs a thousand miles a day.

Final project activated. Mr. Remilia, I'm going to get you out of here to the city where the security forces are.

"I asked for it."

I can be careful to tell the Black Horse how I feel.

The Black Horse hits and hisses to meet my feelings. The tricks are very similar to those of the legions, with cold sweats.

This Black Horse is about as bad as it gets. Did you get it right?