Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Giants are horrible.

It has a vitality that seems inexhaustible from a person's point of view, and is powerful to an unusual extent.

I also hear that there are numerous spirits in the body to support the unlikely giant. It seems that those who existed since ancient times also have very different appearances.

The offensive squads split left and right to sit back and play the Giggers, the immobile giants.

Whether it was the sound of spirits falling out, there was an air trembling sound called Shgoo 'o around, and when I looked up, I had a head and a nodding eye that looked very similar to a carnivorous dinosaur.

In about an hour, this battle with the Gigers ended.

Ruby's assault sealed the advantage of a remote attack, and the squad caught up with him now showers the arrow in reverse.

Even though he has stiffer skin than iron, the old man Gaston cleaves like paper. They let countless arrows bathe in that wound, and they were making explosions in the aisle when something using demonic stones was released on the wagon again.

As he looks up at the giant, Prince Walth stops on his feet. And I spoke to the man next door.

"In the fourth tier, is this much of an enemy normal?

"What do you think? So far I haven't seen the same individual. It's a little difficult to compare all the demons you encounter because they have different abilities."

Hakam answered, stroking his groin and jaw, but the prince was silent.

Being able to know the truth by the blood of the royal family, he understands that the level of Giggers is over a hundred. That's an area where people can no longer challenge battles.

Not to mention it can't be common sense, such as being able to kill without causing damage. If I could do that...

"Doula. Remember your first name."

Hakam bows his head slightly to the prince's words.

He would have looked disgusted if he had listened, but he needs to be remembered not least in view of future offenses.

But Hakam was a rooted military man, unable to read all the royalty's thoughts.

In the midst of a march that sounded regular footsteps, Prince Walth thought:

It could be troublesome, he said.

In the Alirai State, the possession of military force is permitted against prestigious nobles and others in order to retain military power in the long term. That allows them to secure their wealth with labyrinth attacks and other refinements.

But that is an absolute condition for rule by the regular army.

Even if there is a rebellion, it must be left in a state where it can be immediately suppressed. The prince therefore stared at the attacking squad led by Doula, which spread in front of him, as he proceeded along the aisle without expression.

"After all, have you left this land for too long? If you're so good at training, you should have thought about taking turns."

"What? But starting with this fourth layer..."

"I know. I'm just going to feed the demons from now on and it's over. Either way, in the middle of the war, there's no room for that. Not to mention..."

Drink the almost said word and the prince starts walking again.

If it was meant to be, it was this force that should be pouring into the war. I don't know the details yet, but I also have a track record of leaving the Demon Army. There is no need to talk about improving morale through reinforcements.

But the prince kept walking without getting the matter out of his mouth.

"Hey, Doula. What's the tingling? Get some more shoulder strength."

It is the big man Zella who has spoken to her, grinning with a sweat-wet face.

Although a formal engagement has been granted, the ceremony is amicable being sent forward because of the war. But her eyes, looking back, were sword-like steel.

"... I didn't do anything to tingle. I just care about that guy's eyes"

Answered in a sword-like tone of pull-out, Zella exhaled in a twitch, "I knew you were tingling."

What would be different from previous battles would be the presence of that rear Royal Army.

She is under constant surveillance and wants to proceed with the offense without revealing any force at all possible. That probably increased the risk of death, and that was cutting the spirit of a woman named Doula.

Zella wanted me to calm down a little and I talked to her, but she never lets go and shuts her mouth again feeling that the conversation itself could get in the way.

Instead, I apprenticed someone and held her hand.

looked up all the time. Doula looks surprised, while Zela returns the same grin as earlier.

Those around me were used to it, and they kept their insignificant eyes out of the way. But such attention is what fuels embarrassment.

I blush my cheeks as I look at them and grip them back in the unexpected way. And in the sense of hiding the emotional disturbance, I opened my makeup free lips.

"Did you let them retrieve the arrows? It's gonna be a long fight, so we need to keep the drain down."

"Heh, you can't forget that. Our Bloodstone motto is," Oh, shit, be nice to women. "

As Hakam said, Labyrinth offense has more than just keeping control. It's a fun conversation that distracts me, a delicious meal, and a companion that supports me.

That's why the offensive team, whether it's a terrible battlefield or not, can't be slaughtered and can't lose its humanity.

As he could only hear, Doula whispered softly, "You're an idiot".

We keep walking as we open our mouths.

The fine snow falling from the ceiling sticks to the forehead and hair, illuminated by a lamp in the hands of light spirits and soldiers.

Is there only a little wind or the girl walking next door's hair was shaking? As bright as snow, curious eyes just stare at this one.

"In this lower hierarchy, is it going to snow more?

"I'd like to add gloves to the offensive team's basic gear then. Maybe there 'll be a snowman monster."

"Snowman? Is that a very strong monster?

Whoa, the joke is going to mislead the snowman into being a vicious monster.

I don't accumulate enough snowmen in the city to make them, so I'd like to take them to the country for winter break. Think looking at Mr. Elf tilting his little neck wonderfully, etc.

Even in earlier battles, we were just watching.

Not only that, but the Demonic Cartina, a great power, is not part of the offense. She said no herself because of the people of Gedover, who were in the middle of war.

Yeah, as for Mr. Doula, who's always grasping the power of the war, you wouldn't mind... Oh, yeah? It's like we're on a date together, you know?

I look back and think about it. It's me, but there's a girl with bright white hair at the end of her hand. My fingers were softly intertwined and I reconsidered if I could somehow say something about people.

"Don't be silly. The prince will think you're behaving badly."

"Hmm, you're not the prince I thought you were. You don't look so good, you look like a villain."

"Oh, I haven't even lost your sleepy eyes. If you line up next door, you'll be neutralized with the guide and become a normal person."

Oh, I don't know...

Maybe he'll look sleepy and evil, huh?

Looking up to you with Marie for a glimpse while you think so, a brunette still doesn't speak a word.

Though the sides are much prettier than usual slapping lightly, but I think that's something on the surface. It makes me feel like I'm watching a soup that keeps boiling.

"... Uridora, what would you like to do if they told you to like it?

"I want to kick one out of this ruin and watch the sun burn me dry"

Our mouth caught on.

I've never heard a word so noisy, and if I hadn't asked in Japanese, my surroundings would have been shiny.

A magic dragon left in the inheritance was a presence that stripped fangs against people and demons alike. He said he was a belligerent and fierce dragon without pity or mercy.

But knowing that we were not such people, we stood to pinch her after nodding and held her hand.

My hands are just a little limp and I think it's bigger than when I'm in Japan.

When they tangle up to their fingertips, the Magic Dragon shows a confused face and alternately looks at our faces. Then, as I gave up, I sighed haha.

"Ah, also, okay, bye! I'm not the least obvious of them all! If you're caught in a romantic brain, it makes you look like an idiot to be serious."

"Oh, I wonder what a romantic brain is! We're not like that, and even if we look like this, we're discerning adults...... wop!

They pulled their hands together and held each other under Uridora's armpit. The distant fingertips grab our hips and hold her tight to convey her temperature.

"Um, the child is still soggy. It's just fine, my hips are getting cold in the cold. Let's get you replaced by hot tubs."

No, uh, hey, Marie's gonna be fine, but she's just in your head position...!

He whispered in a quiet voice when he was in a hurry, for example.

"It is very different from those who have gained wealth and those who have received grace. The former is the one who profited from standing above people, creating the illusion that he stood high. The latter just says thank you."

We'll open our eyes and look at her, although there's something on her cheek. There were eyes there that could tell they lived thousands of years, with red lips in the form of laughter.

It had a fantastic atmosphere somewhere, and Uridora had so much charm that it could be spotted.

The wealthy, and the gracious.

I didn't immediately know what I was talking about because I was accidentally spoken to. But unexpectedly, my neighbor immediately guessed.

"Then I know too. tangled hamburgers with plenty of sauce. That's grace."

"Um, bye. It would be nice to have rich cheese on it."

I got stuck.

I can't believe such a simple thing was the right thing to do... but I recall that there are often many things that are more right about simple things.

Because we were walking in contact with each other, we were less concerned about the cold wind until earlier. Was that the same for Uridora, who talks with a soft grin?

"Heh, heh, I'm not letting the Lizardmans play either. By now I'm starting to make cheese under the direction of Kalina."

Heh! And although I'm surprised, I can't really imagine a reptile taking care of a goat at at all. Whether it's smiling or horror, I'm just a little worried about judging.

At that time, the march stops after making a noise.

Far at the end of the aisle, several flaming lights were visible that spread directly beside each other.

"Hey, looks like the next monster is here. That's gonna be a lot of numbers this time."

"This is a lot of nostalgia coming again. It's an ancient soldier, and it's the birthplace of a heavy mount. Well, it could be a perfect match for the armored maniac Kitase."

Mariabelle shrugged her shoulders and, by contrast, I couldn't help but look forward to it.

Eventually Mr. Doula's voice, like pulling out his sword, sounded sharply across the strip.