Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

It was surprisingly the Yankees who cut the fire after a long story.

"I got the story. So you summoned us."

Ira nods.

"That's right. I also believe that the Dragons and Pyrrills will rise one day.

We can't lose for that.

But we no longer had the means to expand our forces.

That's why Sylvenia here gave me a ritual of summons by cutting my own life. "

A handsome man frowns at the root of his eyebrows and looks in trouble.

"But we're normal high school students, so we can't fight like that."

"Like this......? No, but there's no problem there. Isn't that right, Sylvenia?"

Sylvenia nods with her back facing.

I see.

After all, it seems that the four people called here have some kind of qualities.

If we want, do you mean?

So, go home.

Yankees stare at frustration.

It's still there.

Looks like the Yankees really want to go back to their original world.

(Well that's normal...)

Isagi is a man who abandoned the original world.

There is no more untrained modern Japan.

Besides, there's probably no return magic.

"Sylvenia, what do you think?

Witch's girl looks back over her shoulder this way.

Keep staring at the Yankees.

……

Then he turned around and pointed at me.

(Huh?)

The surrounding gaze gathers in the rabbit.

(The key to going back, me?

Put your hands on your chest.

No way, were they aware of who they were?

If so, Isagi's previous attitude is a good place for farce.

But I don't know.

I'm thrilled to wait.

Apparently not.

"Uh... come on, you"

"Yes?

Ira bows her head in a bad way.

"Excuse me. I think Sylvenia's in a bad mood. You don't even listen to me when this happens.

But you were apparently forgiven. Give her up. "

"Oh, aye?

Is that a baby?

Even if they say that all of a sudden.

Look around.

Yankees point to Sylvenia with their jaws.

Hurry up, I guess.

Uhm.

"Come on in," he shook.

(Well, if you hadn't found out...)

I've been fooled in vain by "poisoned" earlier, and I don't really care.

Furthermore, she is the magician herself who summoned herself.

Make a good impression, it would be impotent to be told.

Still take a seat and head to Sylvenia.

Nearby, she only looked more and more human.

I don't even have pointed ears.

I've never even heard of the 'Witch tribe' in the first place.

The silver hair peeking from the hat has changed a little.

Still, it shines in various colors, depending on the angle of view, and is very beautiful.

Standing by her, staring at her.

I was gestured with a patter with my hand.

Give in, it seems.

Do as I say.

Then I was hugged around my neck.

It is the second time today.

(Ugh)

I know that's not the situation, but it makes me excited.

(And you don't have a choice. I'm a healthy boy too...)

Though I don't really feel my chest compared to Dutu.

Instead, the hands turned after the neck are slippery and tight.

Although Dutu's moist skin made me want to wear it with my fingers was also appealing.

But the white skin of Sylvenia also makes me want to touch it forever.

Although.

I noticed.

(... is this kid a little trembling?

Because the Yankees yelled at me.

That's just it.

The ruler of the Ten Thousand Demons, The Summoning Mage, is trembling.

It's unlikely, though.

Strength and strength of mind are different.

I see.

The negative feelings of the rabbit, who thought she was annoying or something, squeezed suddenly.

I think it's simple.

But I have no choice. This is my nature.

The Demons were being persecuted.

The living witness is here.

I'll be nice to this kid as much as I can.

Isagi thought that.

Sylvenia put her lips close to the ear of the rabbit.

Talk blurry.

(... stroking...)

(Huh?)

(... you're going to stroke my head soon...)

Those blue eyes stare at the rabbit.

She's not the only one.

Everyone is paying attention to the frustrations that stand beside them, the Demon King candidates, and about themselves.

I'm just embarrassed.

When the rabbits are patrolling,

Witch roared small, uh-huh.

I think I'm going to have a seizure.

This is not good.

Experience knows.

You should follow anything a woman says is high.

Your pride hurts for a while, but if you think back later, it will surely turn out better that way.

... was something I learned on my journey with Preah during my adventure.

Let's do as I say.

"... Yes, yes, Sylvenia"

"Mmm."

Lift the hat gently and stroke it okay.

Then she rang her throat small.

Apparently, I liked it.

Its long silver hair is silky smooth.

Modern Japan would be able to get into the CM of Shampoo right now.

Feels good.

It's a feeling I want to stroke forever if I'm allowed to.

Caress indifferently as you change the angle.

In this situation of popular environment, the uncomfortable was better.

Still, after a while, her mood seems to have gotten somewhat better.

But Sylvenia is still swelling her cheeks.

"... praise..."

"What?"

"... whatever, praise me..."

I'm already impotent.

"... you know, sadness is better suited. Yes, it is."

Crush so that only she can hear you.

But Sylvenia shakes her head small.

"... Yada's. Slightly. He looks just like the nobles of Ningen."

I see.

Sylvenia seems to be particularly bad at human aristocracy.

I guess the sad hair is ground hair, but it has a bright brown color.

In this world, bright hair - especially blonde hair - is one sign of nobility.

(Oh, so even when the Yankees yell at you, so much, huh?

For Yankees, it's a gold colour like dyed with cheap hair dye.

It would have been so uncomfortable for Sylvenia to be impressed by him.

That's why I'm here.

Somehow I fell to my heart.

Maybe so was Dutu.

Does Sylvenia hate her, too, because of her blonde hair?

When I thought about it a little bit, I was slapped in the chest with a pepper, as if to be prompted.

"... hurry up..."

"Yes, sir."

Fine, it's a rash.

I have no choice.

But what shall I say?

Little, if any, experience of praising women.

(I guess it feels like complimenting the girl in the neighborhood...)

Wouldn't they be angry?

What a heartbeat you are.

No, did you know that?

Honest feelings, let's whisper.

"... Sylvenia is great."

"... eh"

In Isagi's arms, Sylvenia stiffened herself.

But I don't notice the rabbit.

"... so tiny, think hard about the Demons, fight them, they're great"

……

"I'm sure you did a lot of hard work too. There would have been a lot to be scared of. Really amazing, Sylvenia."

……

"It's not something anyone can do. We're doing great, Sylvenia. Living as a normal girl might have been possible."

Along the way, I'm going to lose track of who the hell I'm talking to.

The atmosphere of Sylvenia is somewhat similar to that of Preah.

Or maybe that's because you're the same summoning magician.

"Good luck, Sylvenia."

Soon it was shaped like Isagi was holding her.

Peppy, and I get slapped in the back.

"... hmm?

And when you let go.

Sylvenia's face on the front was slightly red.

My mouth is puffy and trembling.

"Oh, is that enough?

………………

Stand still.

What is it?

Have I done anything extra?

She drops her gaze powerless.

The little lip moved slightly.

".........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Girl calling her parents.

Unexpectedly, I ask back.

"Huh?"

"... for one thing, nothing."

Sylvenia rejected the question of Isagi.

Did I remind you of something hard?

Speaking out any more could be annoying.

"... Something's wrong"

Touch your head again at the end.

……

Then they still freaked my body out.

Oh, this is no good.

I still think they hated me too.

I have no choice.

Walk out with a bump.

"Isa, you're annoying"

When I returned to my seat, my grief greeted me with a bitter laugh.

"Yeah, well"

Cheeks. It didn't seem to work.

I'm still not used to treating women.

Sylvenia has been staring at the rabbit for a while though.

I breathed heavily, as if to relieve the tension.

Then I rubbed my face a few times, and for now, it looks like I fixed the outside.

Say a decisive word.

"… in short, there is a way to go back"

"What -"

The rabbit was blocking Yankee's mouth when he tried to yell.

My worries stand beside me and forgive the yankees.

I didn't think we'd be able to talk like this. It's two collaborative plays.

"Uh, what are we going to do with that?

The grief asks in haste.

Sylvenia nodded small.

"With the kingdom's magic formation Crimson, we can probably return. Because they say that was the summoning formerly used by the divine tribe to move into a new world in the Golden Age."

"What?"

It was Isagi who raised his voice.

First ear.

Was that something I could do until my return?

Sylvenia is faceless.

"I don't know much about this fact. I don't know Ningen in particular anymore. Because returning is not necessary for the functions of the magic team. All I know is the Demons. I mean, maybe it's just my family."

There was a point.

In that sense, the imagination of a rabbit was a hit.

It is fortunate that the human race did not know, in a way, that it is in misfortune.

If space-time transitions had been so effortless, the history of this world would have been terrible by now.

A one-way time slipper returns to antiquity and makes it easy to alter history.

Although there may be various restrictions or things that may not be so easy.

"So you're saying you can go home?

Paying attention to the beast's trends, sad.

A beast is, of course, a Yankee.

Sylvenia nods.

"I don't know. However, to do so, I will have to follow you to the king's capital. And I have what I need."

As a matter of course, the protection of the King's capital is the hardest of all human territory.

eastern part of the Slaosha continent.

Dinas City, the capital of the country of Parabeliu.

Carry the Demons there, seize the magic formations that sleep beneath the King's capital, and activate.

Perform the return ritual.

That difficulty will not end.

(... if I named a brave man, I wouldn't let you use the summons team very much)

No human race has the advantage of doing that.

It would be useless to ask someone I know to go back twenty years.

Instead, you should want to keep the shark in this world no matter what.

I'm not proud of you, but you must not want to let go of Isagi's power of war.

(In the end, when that happens, will it be an exercise of strength...)

That's going to be depressing just thinking.

On behalf of the worried isagi, the grief asked.

"What's that need, what?

"The Great Demon Crystal"

Sylvenia answers fractionally.

Ila added.

"It's a huge chunk of magic. The magic that leaked out of the carcass of the living creature has stained the earth, and what has hardened at the bottom of the earth is the Demonic Crystal.

The giant things they've become over the years are the Great Demon Crystal. "

Battle of the Age of Heroes. The Bronze Age.

Various heirlooms always bear the name of the Great Demon Crystal.

The sword Tilfang, called the artifact, is also called a form of the Extremely Great Demonic Crystal.

They have caused various miracles by shattering and scattering.

"A labyrinth arises in the land where the Demon Crystal occurs.

I don't know how it works, but the deeper it is, the bigger the Demon Crystal is asleep.

The depth will be immeasurable when it is also the Great Demon Crystal.

But most of all... "

Ira mouths.

Isagi knows the words that lie ahead.

(Most...

This world Alvaris tells me it doesn't exist anymore...)

The Great Demon Crystal possesses mighty power, but therefore it has been dug up.

"… that which was used in the ritual of summoning the brave Isagi is the last great demonic crystal in history."

That is.

That was a proclamation.

There's no way back to the original world.

(... oh well...)

The pale hope that floated just a little bit sinks into the bottomless swamp again.

I can't go back. I still can't go back.

But.

Faster than the desperate air is heavy.

Sylvenia told.

"Then I just have to make it. Artificial Great Demon Crystal."

Its eyes peeking from between the hat and the hair had a dark colour as if it were a dark, deep hole.