1000 nin no Homunkurusu no Shoujo tachi ni Kakomarete Isekai Kenkoku

"There are many other means of defeating the demons, aren't there?

The men were enlivened by the girl's words.

Skinny about the carpenter's story earlier, it presents a sort of comparison of who knows how interesting information is.

"He's Gralip's husband, but hey, he's... no, he was originally just a mercenary. Even then, the request achievement rate was almost 100%. But one day, suddenly, the Duke of Rowville recognized me and I became a minister. Then he came out clapping, and now he's the Major General."

I'm so proud of you! And a man said.

Then another laughs with his nose.

"Heh, that's about as famous a story as anyone in the city mon knows!

"Bullshit, you idiot. We're going to talk about this!

When a man is sudden, he looks at the lady and tells her excitedly.

"Why could Gralip..., ah, no, Master Gralip have become Major General. Well, there's no room for debate about this. They just bought me that skill. But I have one secret."

"Well, what is it? Don't waste it, tell me quickly."

The man with his sparkling eyes pointed straight coughs proudly "whoa hon".

"Come on, hurry up" flew from the surrounding drinkers.

"Let it go. It's them. Excuse me, ma'am, in a painful place. No, it's like Gralip, but at first glance, he looks like a single cell of pig rush... no, he looks like a brave, brave man."

Oh, and the warrant leans her neck.

The man continued, making sure of her reaction.

"The manipulative weapon is the Great Sword (Great Sword). It feels more like smashing it than cutting it. Well, the enemies who confronted him escaped without fear before they fought."

"I mean, is that who your arm is?

Big eyes as patchy, the lady asks.

But the man shook his head, no.

"I ran a lodge, didn't I? I used to have the Major General take care of me. I only had one chance to show it to you then."

The young lady said, "Well, what is it?" When asked honestly, the man laughs well.

"The bowman of the continent's best archer, Major General Gralip."

In his words the lady forgot to smile only for a moment.

Gralip is an orphan.

By the time I got my mind on it, I was in church, where I learned to read and write briefly.

When the church was crushed when it grew a little older, it came alive as a mercenary from now on.

Mercenaries are a vocation to him.

Having a tough flesh at birth, he was able to handle the sword as he wished.

Gralip himself likes swords, and he gives numerous martial arts by swinging big men, cutting into enemy troops by himself, etc.

But what I was better at than anything was actually a bow.

Not so famous in the world because I don't use it too much for the reason that I prefer swords.

It's more suited to his simple character to actually meet a sword and decide to win or lose.

But in many cases, depending on the battlefield, you can't say that.

If you are in an adhesive state or are pushed into a disadvantaged situation because of antagonistic force.

In doing so, he took all kinds of steps to lead his own army to an advantage.

Yes, assassination, for example, is one of them.

But such operations are not easy and successful.

Because a general on the battlefield is usually something that is protected beyond the thick walls of his own army.

But Gralip often shot an enemy general without such a wall or anything.

His bow was a special blow with precision and power that didn't seem like a human move.

No matter how good an archer he was, if he tried to shoot through the enemy's steeple precisely, fifty meters is the limit at best.

Even two or thirty meters would be difficult if it were meant to be.

But Gralip's bow was different.

Its range, roughly 1,000 meters.

It penetrates the human heart, which only appears to be roughly as much as a bean grain, precisely and unbeatably.

Without diminishing accuracy and power, the bow art of flying those distances was not a human trick.

Yes, in fact, it's not just the result of pure muscle strength.

Gralip himself never noticed, but that was because he was unconsciously using magic.

Extremely rarely (rarely), people appear with magical propriety in one direction.

Gralip's, that's exactly what the bow was all about.

Such was he now watching the castle gate attack from the middle belly of the hill leading to the Rugganite fortress.

"Oh, what a monster."

He glances at the figure on the rooftop of the castle gate.

It's far, so I can't see it clearly, but it looks like a homunculus in a red dress.

It is certainly not a misplaced outfit on the battlefield. But of course, Gralip wasn't surprised by that.

"I'm going to eat all the magic and arrows. Huh...!

Magic and bow and arrow attacks were launched simultaneously against the demon who literally stood on the arrow.

But when her dress pulses like a creature, her lips sticking to her clothes open wide mouths (oops).

And he devours the blow of his flying special attack as if it were bait, and swallows it by chance.

It was like a bird stumbling on food, but of course it was never such a pastoral sight.

Evidence suggests that the devil once swallowed magic and bows against the Rowville army.

The scream of my own army reached Gralip's ear.

Once he looked, he ordered his men to bring him a bow.