Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

Let's sort out the current situation.

First of all, the carriage was blocked by the whole road, stuck.

Because carriages cannot be structurally backed alone,

I have to help with a few of them.

Next, your man is a young man with little combat skills.

Anything, he's got an e-rank adventurer's license.

It all seems to be the fruit of a luggage haul quest, too.

Plus the two.

My sister Amarier turned her eyes and fell to the ground,

My brother Franz can't move to protect her.

At the heart of the matter, I think this often raises the Adventurer Rank B level.

(Well)

And we are surrounded in all directions.

Isagi rubs his jaw and thinks.

"How far?"

I don't want to get too flashy while people have eyes.

Well, look, we're a short relationship anyway.

As usual, let's do it.

"You guys!

Towards the signs of being in the woods, yelling.

"You're going to hit the tokki carriage and rob the hardware, but it's no use!

It's not the nobility or anything on this carriage this time! I am an adventurer!

If you're trying to fight, don't! There's gonna be a dead man!

As proof of that, Isagi knitted the code.

A fireball can play over his head and send the firepowder down to the ground.

Sylvenia showed us before, the magic of making fireworks.

It's good to be sneaking up on you.

The magic I unleashed was made of a hundred points.

Though I will only have the opportunity to use it at this time.

Okay, how do we get out?

There was an ejection.

Crossbow.

The aim is not a rabbit.

Bolt is aimed straight at the horse.

I guess I tried to take my manoeuvre first.

The decision is correct, but it looks too correct.

"Sentinel!

Isagi had prepared the spell beforehand.

The horse protected by the barrier bounces back the bolt, intact.

Isagi screams again.

"I'll just repeat it again! Disarm now and leave this place!

Otherwise, you will all be corpses in an instant!

If you can do it, I don't want to kill you either! Get out of here!

The big drink resonates so much that it rocks the leaves of the forest trees.

The language of Alvaris is common among all races.

Although there is a slight discrepancy, there is no reason why I don't understand it.

My sister and brother both looked up at the rabbit with a distracted face.

I'm usually looking at him right now with no clue what he really is.

But Isagi's response to that warning was a rainy arrow.

It was all aimed at Isagi, the magician.

The bolt looked as if it had been pierced by a rabbit trying to get sucked in.

Only the sister and brother of the Alliance had noticed his fingertips like divinity.

"Fools."

The rabbit snaps like throwing up and throwing up.

Between those fingers, the injected bolts fitted.

Seventeen. At least seventeen archers.

Don't make your life worse in the next life.

Lowering his posture, Isagi made his arms look like whips.

And throw it back.

Seventeen arrows, in exactly the same direction - seventeen necks.

Without screaming, we can lose signs of people from the woods.

Swordsmen jump out of the woods.

I'm not a human race. It's a Goblin who looked like a little ghost.

I lost my place, poor men, I guess.

These are the things that can only be lived by stripping them like this.

I sympathize, but that's all.

There are thirteen Goblin swordsmen.

Looking down at them from the top of the carriage, Isagi laid his hand on the sword.

but rethink.

"... No, this way"

Keep that posture and embed the code in the demonic world.

It's magic I've been practicing for a long time.

If it doesn't work for this level of opponent, it won't be of any use on the battlefield.

Paint accurate pictures in just a few hours.

Widespread power is not necessary.

You only need one needle to kill one person.

"Force Blizzard!"

That pronunciation cracks the demonic world.

The air sounded like thirteen little daggers appearing in the air.

The dagger is drawn to gravity and tries to fall on the ground one after the other.

Isagi pulls out his sword and shoots out an ice blade in its belly.

As long as it emerges, neither standard nor throw is needed.

Both, I'll do it.

It was doubtful whether I could call this sorcery after all.

The magic ice that Isagi punched in like a bullet,

almost certainly got stuck in the heart of a goblin,

There was only one bottle that didn't.

The Rabbit's sword was too powerful to crush in the air.

Surviving goblins are slaughtered without even knowing that all their companions have died.

The goal is Stardom.

My sister and brother both reacted late.

They both looked like rabbits.

I rush to pull out my sword, but Goblin is already in time.

The little ghost puts up a rusty song knife and screams.

But the voice never came out of the nod.

Because a rabbit standing in front of his sister and brother had amputated him like a salary from the top of his head.

I don't even know when he showed up there.

It could have looked like a phantom.

The eyelid boy looks back as he sheaths a sword that has no trace of blood on it either.

"I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

My sister and brother didn't give anything back, and I couldn't say anything.

"Oh man...

Collect and burn the bodies, and then remove the whole thing?

You can't get used to it forever, this kind of thing... "

It was just his bright, overly vivid maneuvers that were blinding him.

He said he was like a hero in a story.

Amarier said.

Sister and brother's attitude has changed since that day.

Isagi had given up half of it.

Probably will, I thought.

Scared, I guess they'll let the distance go, too.

But that was a little different from what Isagi expected.

The color of respect began to intersect with the look of Amarier looking at this one.

Franz became openly familiar with the rabbit,

He started taking the lead in taking care of me around him.

Both of you, look at the human detached strength of the rabbit.

The impression seems to have worked positively.

This is an unexpected situation for a rabbit.

In the former Alvaris, the strength of the rabbit's digit was an object of fear.

I also feel that this is a change in twenty years.

The adventurer system has transformed the strong into something to be respected.

So.

"Oh, you know,

Isa-kun, can you hang out for a second?

I was organizing my bag at the inn, and Amarier called me out.

Morning. We still have time to leave.

temperamental girlfriend, but unusual,

Something is making my gaze wander all over me like it's uncomfortable.

Is it hard to tell you what to do?

I remember Fuji Dejav.

I feel like this has happened before.

... The other guy at that time was a man.

"I'm sorry, I have a woman on my mind."

"Ha...?

Amarier looked surprised but shook her head immediately.

"I don't know...

Well, I need you to work with me.

... Isa, you really seem so strong. "

"Ha ha."

The point goes.

An uplifting girl.

"... I made Isa look embarrassed."

"Have you ever been late for a burglar?"

"... yes.

Though it may be against the Adventurer's Way to make excuses...

Heh, if it were me, those guys would have killed a second.

Oh, that too, I'm trying to prove it!

"I don't doubt anything."

Isagi shrugs his shoulders.

If you look at standing and behaving, you know about the lower limit of the person's power.

"Ugh......!

Amarier groans as she rocks the sidetail.

I saw how sorry I was.

But twenty years ago, everyone looked like they were exhausted.

Is this a different time?

It was a little strange.

"You know, Amarier.

Why do you want to be strong? "

"Huh?"

"It would be pretty good if I told you I was an adventurer and a B-grade.

Normally there should be no disability in living a life.

And yet, how dare you choose a dangerous path?

"... I don't know if I should say it."

"No, nothing. Just wondering."

Amarier had a redhead for a little while.

Eventually I look at this one as if I had decided to.

"Isa, you're the one who says it."

"It's an honor."

"... I don't know anyone else."

Amarier holds a broadsword and arms together.

"I have a specific goal.

I'm working out so I can beat him first.

Adventurer rankings are next. "

"Heh... rivals or goals?

I'm sure you'll do quite a bit of that. "

"That's right. It's decided to be stronger than Isa."

I saw a shark sword move up close. She assures me.

He must be a stranger.

If I say I'm not intrigued, I lie.

"Hmm.

Are you in Dinas City?

"Yeah, well...

Something seems to be dying... "

"Huh?"

"Keep us away from ourselves,

That's why I'm dying on my own.

I don't know what that means.

If I see you, I'll make it right as much as I want... "

"Don't let the one you're dying for hold your fist."

"This is an analogy, an analogy"

"Really?"

Down the inn stairs, crossing the dining room, it smelled like freshly baked bread.

Head down to the busy working lady and head outside.

Speaking of which, the first time I saw you, you said it.

"Mmm."

"Mr. Last Resort is dead," he said.

Because my face seemed kind of lonely then...

Well, I was just wondering if I'd go to Dinas City for that guy. "

"... that's a tough question"

"Huh?"

"It's no exaggeration to say I'm philosophically obsessed"

"Though... Huh? What?"

"I can certainly say that what I fight for is a requiem to Mr. Last Resort.

But we must also consider why he had to be born.

Mr. Last Resort is a persona to fulfill people's wishes.

I want to make a world where he can really sleep in peace. "

"Uh...

Isa-kun, it's a daily conversation. "

"I can"

"Isa-kun, you know,

You're a little different. "

……

They say Zubari and I shut up.

Quite frankly, my lady.

Is it changing?

Maybe so.

... I just answered Amarier's question honestly.

Turn to the empty space behind the inn talking to her.

Amarier takes off her cape.

Simple shirt on top,

He wears a long skirt with slits underneath.

The usual Rin swordsman look.

Opposite each other, slightly apart.

"One thing, I'll borrow your breasts"

Amarier carefully bowed her head.

When they say that, though I don't feel bad about it.

Put your head on.

"Go ahead and type whatever you want."

Isagi pulls out his sword and sets it up.

This is the first time I've ever been born to do an archery of swordsmanship to a younger opponent like this.

Even as a rabbit, I get a little nervous.

"I'll go."

Amarier is low enough to have a cut to the ground.

As a warrior, a small girlfriend - a standard physique as a woman - takes this kind of structure,

I can barely see where the sword came from.

"... hmm?

Again, slight visibility.

She has rushed to slip through the ground.

"Ahhhhhh!

Amarier's sharp eyes pierce the rabbit.

At that moment, my memory flashed back behind the rabbit's brain.

Her figure overlaps with a certain acquaintance.

It is not the official swordsmanship of the continent.

Her This is the evil sword once handled by one mercenary.

Techniques that are good at killing rather than controlling opponents.

It's the same thing as a rabbit.

A roar of a fierce general echoes in my head.

"If only you were a legendary brave man!

Prove it to me, you bastard!

The rabbit's body moved naturally.

You don't have to go with the phantom freelance sword strike.

Faster than that, turn that body down.

Step in and wave down the sword you have raised with all your strength.

The light flashes.

――

"Eh."

Notice.

Isagi was inching her sword in front of her.

If you add any more power to the hon.

Amarier's face could have been in two pieces.

She enters the scene when she is slapped close to the slaughter of the rabbit's full opening.

He has the look of a soul missing.

Shit.

"Oh, hey, it's okay...

... hey, you can't be. "

She's dropping her unfocused gaze to the ground.

Waving in front of my face, I'm not responding.

On the contrary.

"... to your daughter around the age, I did it"

Cover your face with your hands.

Her skirt was wet as she sat down.

Leaked little water moisturizes the soil as it is.

The black underwear behind the skirt was also slightly discolored.

Ugh.

"... what are you going to do, this"

You can't just leave me here.

I think again. I did it, I said.

Fortunately, her consciousness does not return.

That means stripping Amarier naked right now,

flooded her and her clothes by witchcraft,

You can dry it with hot air magic or something.

Evidence can be destroyed.

And, thinking about it, Isagi shakes his head.

"... there's no way I can"

I felt like someone cursed me for having no guts, but it's my fault.

The two letters "Responsibility" painted on the blackboard by Limino are heavy.

Let's get the innkeeper. And let's have a bath.

That's good, that's the best.

Hiraki looks at her sideways.

The bright white thighs are shaped and beautiful.

Amarier is a beautiful daughter.

If you're a normal man, look at these sights.

I wonder what kind of inferiority you have.

Although.

The figure overlaps the figure of the first lover whose limbs are used to seeing for a moment.

(… preha)

Isagi accidentally held his mouth by his hand.

Recently, there are moments when a woman looks prekha when she is mundane.

You're messing around a lot, I think.

Isagi shakes his head and returns to the inn.

(Do it, Preah...

Keep it up, or I'll see you.

It could really open up enlightenment...)

You won't need it because you don't use it. The part of your lower body that you assume will lose function.

Isagi feared that there might be such a future, etc.