Yomigaeri no Maou

In the Adventurers' Union (Guild), Ivan's position is assistant to the head of the Northern Union (North Master).

That means you have superior authority over union leaders (guild masters) in local cities except Wang Capital, and it is usually difficult to even be union leaders (guild masters) in the Adventurers' Union (guild), which can be said to be quite a bit of an adventurer.

That doesn't mean anything was good at the power struggle, it's simply because I was lucky.

Originally, Ivan did not enter the Adventurers' Union (Guild) as an employee of the Adventurers' Union (Guild), he initially registered as an Adventurer, and he intended to work hard in that position until he retired or died.

But it's something I don't know about life, and now I work as a clerk that I either do or didn't think I could do it again at that time.

That, too, came out pretty good.

Sometimes I wonder about it.

But in this way, when I stand on the side of managing the adventurers and actually look at the adventurers, I know that it's more like my life or something that's not very unusual.

Become an adventurer, there are really people of various origins who come across different events in the first place to go further.

Sometimes, no, it's just like doing the outside of your imagination all the time, and you can't find the fun you didn't know when you were an adventurer.

The Adventurers' Union (Guild) officials used to not know they worked this much, so they had that freshness.

The impression I had of the staff when I was an adventurer was that I was just flushing the request from right to left, and then I was appropriately receptive, that's just the job, but I thought somewhere that it was an easy and good thing.

But what about the truth?

It was a routine tea meal, such as arbitration between adventurers full of rough people, and it was also the job of officials to manage to put the unreasonable demands of their clients into the form of requests.

It was also an Adventurers' Union (Guild) official who was indispensable in the handling of the various incidents that occur as a result of the request and in the gathering of information for this purpose, as well as constant attention to the international situation and constant investigations into the increase or decrease of demons, and who was also receiving comprehensive requests from various organisations to assign it to individual adventurers.

Think about it, it's only natural that you can't do it as an organization without something to do that, and that's how recognizing it again meant you weren't a little too smart in itself, but in fact, there's no denying that Ivan was that kind of person in the past.

Now it is Ivan, a skinny man in glasses who looks somewhere intelligent, but used to look the opposite of what he does now.

He was such a man, always with swordswallowing glances, selling fights around him, walking with his shoulders in his big crotch all the time, and arguing with his fists before words if someone told him what he advised.

Naturally, I was better at punching people than at thinking about things, and because I actually had a lot of strength, so much so that some people respected me even though I was such a character.

However, now that I think about it, it was simply that Ivan was scared, and the request was also made by the staff, which eliminated everything necessary for a delicate interaction with the client, and coming around Ivan was like most of them being asked to just smash their enemies.

Misunderstood that once Ivan was because he was recognized for his strength, and he also insulted adventurers like him who were being asked to interact with his clients in detail as merely weak.

Really, it was stupid.

If the beholder sees it, back then Ivan was a fool, a violent man, and only a pointless nose-stretched heavenly dog to behold.

- Not now.

Of course, yes, I'm not sure I can say it out loud.

Still, compared to old times, I got a mind to reflect on, an eye to look at things objectively, and the luxury of cleaning up small issues with guts.

But that's not why we lost the skills we acquired back then.

Once, Ivan was an adventurer.

There was a time when I tried to get high everywhere and everywhere with just my arms.

And if it wasn't impossible, then yes, Ivan had an arm that was just appreciated by others.

Ever since I drew a line as an adventurer and turned my back this way, I've never missed training.

Adventurers' Union (Guild) officials also rarely actually have to go to the scene.

Ivan thought he had the power and wouldn't lose anything, and that was what he needed again.

So compared to those days, my arm never dropped.

Instead, I have in my hands thoughts, sophistication that I didn't have back then.

I do have the feeling of saying that I lifted my arms more than I did back then fighting just for the senses, and in fact that wouldn't be wrong.

There can be no immediate loss, even if the superior class is the opponent, and he thought he could fight more than that.

But what about the person in front of you right now?

The intimidation I get from a silver-haired red-eyed woman staring at me with a spear wasn't halfway through.

It doesn't feel like he's releasing his killer sharply.

Instead, he is relaxed and has a spare attitude.

I'm stuck staring at this one, rather than calling it killing - rather, as if I were saying I'd give Ivan the lead, and I've never had that attitude before, including when I was once an adventurer.

Ivan's twin swords are a considerable commodity, a delicacy at the hands of a famous craftsman, a magical weapon - that is, a demon sword.

The spear you have over there, by contrast, only looks like a normal spear you sell anywhere.

Few decorations, design is the best now, and it just looks like a few hits as if some blacksmith hit it out of hand.

But still, from that spear, I felt the power not to be insulted.

Even though it doesn't look like a big deal, it probably feels like that spear has as much power as its own double sword, no, more than that.

So far, it was the first time that enemies with different looks and insides had been badly confused.

In the end - Ivan deliberately challenged this man, Zoe, to battle would also be causing it around there, Ivan thought.

Look, I felt like a very preferred person, but at the same time I felt like there was something terribly unprofitable in there.

Somewhere in my mind there was an alarm that this was dangerous.

Ivan tried to sink that in front of Moitz, once deep in his heart, but the ringing sound of his instincts could not be pulled off forever.

If I were to say it - I don't know what it is, should I say it feels like I'm peeking into a deep, dark hole?

Beyond that darkness, there may be monsters, and again gold may exist.

I learned that feeling.

And such a pit of darkness is something that really inspires the mind.

At the same time as the fear, the curiosity of wanting to know the unknown works, which is why, wanting to know, wanting to get close, wanting to step in.

For Ivan, the moment he first saw Zoë, that is, the moment that that feeling aroused him, was nothing more.

And there was only one way for Ivan to get rid of it.

Fight and reveal everything.

Because only where the sword was touched is the only place for Ivan to be taken out of darkness.

Other than that, Ivan still had the instinctive certainty that deception, or something he didn't know, was no different than when he was a fool who didn't think about anything.

I think it's stupid.

That's bullshit.

However, I was convinced that if I didn't do this, Ivan would probably continue to be frightened by the person named Zoe,

That's what we need to get rid of.

Because I also knew that one day I would say it was a dark emotion that could make Ivan target her back.

To understand, and not to doubt.

This was, for Ivan, a ritual he really needed.

And Ivan, as he asked, grabbed his double sword and kicked the ground thoughtfully.

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Strengthened by magic naturally belongs to Ivan, who has since the beginning circulated magic into his body to raise his physical abilities to the bottom.

That enhancement rate deserved exactly what was advanced, and was evident from the distance and packing to Zoe's pocket right after he kicked the ground.

At that time, I had already shaken off those two swords, and I could understand that the sword in my left hand was on the horizontal girdle, and that what I had in my right hand was poking straight at me and sealing my escape with that blow.

Because it is clear that if you retreat, you will feed the sword on your right hand, and if you flee to the side, you will feed the horizontal giraffe.

The only thing that felt like I could escape diagonally right back, and Zoe actually moved that way, but I guess it was also woven in again.

Immediately after sensing Zoe's movements, Ivan's twin swords are poked in Zoe's retracted direction by drastically altering their orbit.

Hard to avoid, it was such an orbit.

But Zoe isn't fighting with her bare hands.

I have a spear, and with some retraction, that time is rather open to Zoe to a convenient degree.

Involving Ivan's twin swords coming straight up, he cut up and stepped in from Zoe's side rather than into Ivan's nostalgia, which had not yet been able to kill the momentum of the poke, and kicked him thoroughly.

"... ugh!?

Probably because the spear was pointing up.

The attack seemed unexpected to Ivan and went into his abdomen - or something.

But sensibly, they took it off because it wasn't that soft.

If you look, you can see Ivan's elbow in the part where Zoe put the kick in, and Zoe's kick seems to have hit him there.

You will understand that you cannot put the sword back, and you will say that you have focused on protecting your body.

"... heh"

To Zoe, who laughs as impressed, but Ivan blows the arena stage from the middle to the edge without being able to say anything.

It prevented a direct hit, but only reduced the damage.

The shock itself did not seem to have been able to kill completely, so it blew away the momentum of the kick intact.

And Zoe couldn't have missed such a gap, and pulling the spear back Zoe kicked the ground hard while in a poking position to get a blow into Ivan shortly after it blew up.

Ivan saw Zoe packing the distance like a disease at a terrible rate.

But I can't help my posture in the midst of being blown away to react.

In the meantime, shortly after I get to the ground, I will pull the spear back and land it, but when this happens, I don't know if the landing itself will work.

But you can't give up.

The ground is actually closer and the feet touch the ground.

As a result of the impotence of the suggestion to land in a strange position, I was about to slip and fall, but I managed to stand on my feet.

I just want to breathe a sigh of relief, the spear is already looming in front of me.

If it weren't only a little more timed, we would probably have lost at this point.

But I made it to the critical place.

Ivan took the spear, which was slammed upright, with a double sword, and tried to divert it from the top.

Probably a blow that emphasizes speed for a gap just after Ivan blew up.

There was not so much power, and as long as I took it, I should have been able to do anything.

But surprisingly, Zoe's spear was heavy.

As if you are putting on a good weight, you are not at all off track.

Even though Ivan's twin swords force him upwards, he never strays upwards.

The spear approached just before, and reflectively that this was impossible, slightly deflecting his face, Hin, and a precisely windy tone passed through his ear, the spear winding past.

Moreover, this is not the end, the certainty occurs in Ivan's chest at that moment.

I don't know if I'll be sidetracked like this or if any other attack will fly, but if I'm relieved here, I could clearly tell I was lying on the ground the next moment.

So Ivan moves here to respond to the next attack - instead of, he decided to strike it out.

Squeezing his courage, passing on his spear, Ivan heads straight for Zoë.