29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

I'm home.

I came back to the Adventurer Alliance when the sun began to set.

I've been taught the Wizards of the Magic Soldiers about basic theories of magic and different kinds of magic.

It was a really meaningful time.

In any case, some of the skill lists had magic that made it a felony to exercise it without permission.

It seems better not to get the magic of the ruling system or the magic of the psycho-manipulative system in a detour.

"Welcome back, that took a long time"

Marr, who was writing something at the counter, takes his seat and stops by.

Maybe he was putting together the information we got today.

"Oh, you've been certified brave."

"... Huh?

"He's a brave man, me. I may have to go to Wangdu soon to be officially certified."

Well, I admit it's cheesy.

I didn't know you were a brave man, HAHAHAHAHA.

"Uh, you're kidding, right?

"Unfortunately, I'm serious. It was confirmed with a magic tool called a status checker."

The moment I heard my words, Marr glanced at Woots's old man with the kind of eyes he sees his parents' revenge.

The old man stared at me and then scratched his head like a bad ass.

"Give me a break, lady, I can't turn my back on you either."

"... let's go, Mr. Tysi"

I suddenly had a bad vibe.

What? What? What's going on?

Marl pulls me off and leaves the Adventurer Guild without me knowing why.

I've never seen a marl like this before.

I'm also concerned about the eyes always smiled and loving Marl turned to Woots's old man.

"Welcome back... what did you say?

"Mr. Pigna, please bring dinner to your room"

That said, Marr can't swallow things. He pushes one big copper coin on Piña and pulls me straight to the upstairs room.

I mean, Marl's force pushed me, and he ended up pulling me so far in silence.

Marr, who pulled me into the room, closed the door behind his back and exhaled a deep sigh.

"Mr. Tysi... do you know the seriousness of being a brave man?

"Ooh...?

Pushed by Marl's sword curtain.

I wonder if it tastes bad.

"The brave destroy powerful demons such as demons and dragons beyond the boundaries of the nation. Instead, the state protects the brave. In front of it."

"Pre-built?

"The reality is to keep and kill the elusive battle force of bravery. Do you mind, Mr. Tysi? A brave man is an easy butcher of a demon that the Knights defeat at at great sacrifice."

"Marl is wary of what he calls the end of the brave."

They figured out what my words meant. Marl opened his eyes.

That's what I thought when the word "brave" came out.

"You're a pain in the ass from the country. If you get in a bad mood and get rampant, it's out of your hands. Even if not, the Kings must be terrified of their ambitions and plot to seize the throne. If a brave man declares to take the throne, there will always be forces on his ass to support the rebellion."

Then the opponent's first hand is assassination or softness.

The anxiety element would be better mental health if it was erased early.

That's what I would do if I were in the king's shoes.

"What do you think? You think he's coming to kill me?

"There is no denying the possibility. There is talk that the brave have not appeared in the kingdom of Karendyl for more than fifty years because the kingdom of Karendyl is secretly picking the buds of the brave."

Marl nods with a strange face.

At this stage, it's still within your grasp, judging so, the Kingdom of Calendyl will come to kill me.

This status has already been captured. Skills that you can use.

Based on that information, we can calculate the force.

If you decide you can, you won't hesitate to come and kill me.

So what do we do with our first hand?

"Marr, we're going to be camping for a while. Can you follow me?

"Mr. Taishi's whereabouts are where I go. I also got a Mithril dagger."

He hugs Marl and strokes his head for saying cute things.

I'm so glad I'm not alone when I think about what's to come.

If you do poorly, you may turn the kingdom of Karendyl itself against the enemy.

"But what are you going to do?

"Buy all the tools you need for camp first. Don't even need what you need to take care of your weapon or spare weapons. And then we'll buy some more lumpy food."

"... are you running away?

Makes Marl laugh at me with an anxious look on his face.

"In the short term. I haven't been officially certified as a brave man yet. That means no obligation arises either"

Right? Asking with his eyes, Marr nodded after a little thought.

"Then I'll go out and hunt demons all over the place right now. You know it's easy to level up when you defeat a demon, right?

"Yes, and you can be strong when the ranks rise. Brave men have a remarkable increase in their abilities when they rise... I see."

I hear Marl noticed my intentions, too.

"You're going to use your strength to make it so easy to get your hands on it."

"Yes, become stronger and more deterrent. Doing so should put you at less risk of being targeted for life by the state."

If it's not easy to kill, all you have to do is be flexible.

I don't mean to be ambitious at the moment, but it's not sanitary to keep being targeted by assassins.

Besides, we need Marl to be stronger both to mitigate the risk of being taken hostage and to Marl himself.

"I have to procure a lot of things... how easy it is to align them in guilds"

"No, the Adventurer Alliance is connected to the country, so the information is lost. The Adventurer Alliance is an organization created to find the brave, if you put it right."

"... I see"

You mean an organization to manage adventurers to crusade demons and find adventurers = brave men with unusual results?

It appears to be an effective measure in terms of demographic containment, human resource development, policing, economic effectiveness and many others.

It must have been a pretty good governor to come up with this mechanism and settle it.

"All right, we're going to run into the city now. Scratch what you need."

"Yes."

Me and Marl ran out to the city where the sun began to set.

When I came back from collecting all sorts of things, I was pissed off by Piña, who deliberately brought dinner to my room but was soaked.

Early the next morning, as the city gates opened, we escaped outside the city.

Regardless of when entering the city, it is easy to get out of the city because very few checks are carried out when you leave.

I also kept my face hidden in the hooded jacket I was getting while I was yesterday.

The burning golden bed pavilion says, "I'm going to rent a house all over the city and live there."

We haven't told them where we're moving, so it'll be a few days before they find out we made it out of Crossroads.

I can't help but cover up that I bought supplies to camp.

I bought magic gear at all costs if it was convenient, so about fifteen gold coins blew up.

Converted to Japanese yen, about 1.5 million yen blew up in just under an hour, so there's really no way to cover it up.

For now, walking and getting out of the Knights of Crossroads' area of power is a prerequisite.

"I think the southeast forest would be good if we were to head there. Rumor has it there are ancient ruins deep in the woods. And if you go straight through the woods, it will be a shortcut to the kingdom of Misclonia."

According to Marr, the Kingdom of Misscronia is a country that tends to generously protect the brave among the nations.

If the royal man were also righteous, would your ancestors be brave men, and many of the nobles in the country were brave men and their companions?

"Well, that's interesting. Let's start with that ancient ruin."

Decide on a destination for now and walk out.

All the food and supplies I bought are stored in storage, so we're light ourselves.

For once, Marl has a minimum of food, water, and medical supplies. There is no chance that it will fall apart.

A short walk revealed a small bore.

Zako, but the meat was delicious and just right for Marl's trainees.

"All right, Marl, come on. Avoid rushing and slash them like they're rubbers."

"Ha, ha!

Marl, who pulled out Mithril's dagger, heads toward Smallbore with his hips flapping.

Smallbore also penetrated to see if he recognized Marr as his enemy.

Marl dodges the small-bore rush with a flabby but unexpectedly quick move, teasing and overlapping the damage.

Somehow, dodging isn't a bad idea, but the attack is one thing now.

Maybe he's resistant to hurting creatures.

Though it took time, I managed to finish the smallbore.

"We have to learn how to handle swords first."

"but I'll do my best"

Later, by the time I reached the front of the woods hunting a few Zako, the sun was falling.

"I don't mind camping here... are you okay?

"Oh, leave it to me."

What Marl is worried about would be a night raid by a nocturnal demon.

But on that point, it's okay, I asked the Magic Corps to listen to magic that's convenient for the camp.

I also raised that handy magic to Level 3 and Magic Enhancement and Magic Recovery to 2 for each of the extra points.

Now we have zero remaining points and we have to raise the level in order to acquire new skills.

I set up a battle staff and start concentrating on magic.

We don't have any more fights planned today, so let's inject more magic into it.

"Safe Shelter!

Stick your magical battlestaff to the ground and pour magic into it.

A magic formation of about 5 m radius was formed around the place where a beat was placed and protruded.

A barrier of light occurs on the dome from the outer circumference of the magic formation.

I tried to stick the MP in for about 100 points, but when I looked at the barrier with the appraisal eye, the effect time was shown as 10 hours.

Is it going to be an hour for ten points, this?

But given the MP's natural recovery rate, we need to think about pacing and use magic.

With the current maximum MP of 670, the number 100 is pretty big, I'm glad I kept my magic enhancement and magic recovery up.

"Wow, that's amazing."

"It's junctional magic I learned from the Magic Corps before I left town. It feels so magical. In the meantime, if you're in this magic formation, let the night be revealed safely. They're not going to attack Troll or freak out."

They're going to have rainstorms, too, but you think it's okay to burn the fire? What convenience magic, long live the urbanism.

What are we gonna do with the bathroom? Hehe, there's a mobile toilet magic gear there.

The cooking and toilet were the seeds of trouble when camping, so there were all sorts of portable magic tools, right?

The portable demonic stove was three gold coins and the toilet five gold coins.

It is an ecological magic tool that can be used repeatedly if magic is applied.

"Well, do you want to prepare dinner?"

Remove slabs, stoves, pans, frying pans, dishes, etc. from one storage after another in a crate instead of a cooking table that can be used with magic.

"Let's make today's menu meat of soup and the small bore we hunted in the morning"

Simmer the salted meat and appropriately crisp-cut cabbage-like vegetables or carrot-like root vegetables in a pan with the water produced by life magic.

If you make more, you'll be able to eat it tomorrow morning.

"Mr. Taisi, you can cook"

"It's not as good as cooking."

Shake salt and pepper on small bore meat dismantled in storage to keep it on the bottom.

Take the ac of the soup that has been boiling and taste it. Not enough salt or shake enough.

I started with salt and spices and left the food to the gold and bought plenty of it, so it's not a problem.

Maybe the two of us can afford to live two months.

"Mine is a man's miscellaneous dish, so don't expect it to taste delicate. I'd like to try some elaborate dishes when I can afford them."

"I'm in the eating role!

What about being a girl? That, and cooking meat while you stick it in your heart.

The sweetness from the dried meat matched the sweetness from the vegetables, and the soup was made inside.

Small-bore meat was also fresh, or it was delicious with a wild flavour.

It tastes really good when I eat it pinched in the fluffy bread I've been storing in storage.

Hey, that's convenient. Storage.

"Well, is this the ruin?"

I left Crossroads for three days.

As we swept through the woods, a demon on the road, we were following the ruins of the incident.

It's a mossy building, and the structural material looks like stone.

Apparently, the place you're standing right now is just in the front.

Up the mossy stairs you can see a temple-like building in the back and the road stretches straight.

The grounds are quite large. There's probably about one baseball field for you.

"Hmm, looks like a festival you've seen. Feng-god can't just see it from the outside."

Look around as Marl loads the crossbow with bolts.

In the last three days, I was level 16, and Marr was up to level 7. If it's about goblins anymore, it's easy to beat them.

Marr had developed new swordsmanship skills, as well as skills such as covert behavior and sign detection.

I'm a bee princess, but I don't care how I see my growing skills. I'm a scout or a sheaf. I hope you're stronger.

I just acquired one new Demon Eye Skill and have 18 extra Skill Points.

"Mr. Tysi, let's go in"

"Oh, I don't think there's a trap or anything at the festival, but be careful."

The moment I step onto the site of an ancient site, I feel strangely clean air.

When I looked around with magic eyes that looked at the magic I acquired yesterday when I leveled it up, the finished magic was all around me.

Somehow, magic is cloudy in places where demons appear, but the magic on this property is creepy and clear.

It was bright because the forest was open, and colorful flowers were blooming where the soil was exposed.

"Somehow, don't feel calm"

"Even if it's been forgotten for a long time, it's still a shrine around the festival that serves God. Outreach, maybe the ancient people's bonds are still alive."

Climb the mossy stairs and look around.

If you think about it, the woods are only open around this festival, and it feels odd.

It should be natural to be swallowed up in the woods over the years, but without that, the festival maintains its prototype.

Small fish were swimming in the waterways that were built to surround the festival.

"But it's a beautiful place. If the place isn't a place, it's going to be a tourist destination."

"Right..."

There are several other stone buildings besides the festival.

Perhaps the residence where the priest who manages the festival lived.

Let's just go through and we'll move on inside the festival.

"... you don't seem to live in anything."

If animals and demons are inhabited, there should always be food debris and the smell of excrement.

But I can't feel any of that smell from this festival.

Isn't that kind of weird? Easy access to water, rainstorms, and a low number of external enemies.

I don't think it would be strange for me to live in something.

"Marl, do you feel anything?

"... I don't know. It doesn't feel dangerous."

That's what Marl says. He's leaning his neck.

Maybe he's complaining about Marl's hazard detection or sign detection.

I don't feel anything.

We found the remains as we proceeded to the back of the festival.

It has decayed to bring to the wall, but no damage has been found to the bones, etc.

The majority of clothes and bodies have been weathered over long years, but there were some golden glowing ornaments scattered around.

From the ornaments, is he a cleric or a witch here?

There was only one thing that bothered me about some scattered artifacts.

"The ring, is it?

"Oh, you're made of Mithril and you're endowed with magic"

If you look at it with an appraisal eye, it is labeled 'Guardian's Ring'. They'll only prevent a deadly attack once.

There doesn't seem to be a curse or anything, and I'll take it.

"There may be resistance to putting on artifacts, but put them on. 'Cause it sounds like you've been given the magic of protection."

I give Marl the ring and hold hands against the wreckage.

He seemed reluctant to tell me the real effect, so he lied appropriately.

I'm good but still a perfect item for a weak marl.

When I saw it, Marl would do the same and join hands, or prayed.

Going as far back as the wreckage had been brought to the wall, he went out into a chapel or a large hall.

At the deepest end of the large hall is a pedestal, behind which is a stone statue of a large man.

More importantly, it catches my eye.

"There's a lot of carcasses."

"Oh, they all look like they were praying toward the pedestal..."

Every carcass is weathered with clothes, and bones remain only to the extent that they can barely understand the prototype.

After all, no visible damage has occurred to any of the carcasses, either in a posture that remains in prayer, or in a posture that appears to have collapsed from the posture in which he prayed.

If you look at it with a magic eye, you can see a tiny amount of magic from some of the wreckage. Probably a magical item like the ring just now.

Others can see the magic concentrating on the pedestal.

Is there something on the pedestal?

"I feel magic from the wreckage. I think maybe there's something like an earlier ring, so I'll get it back."

"Yes, we are adventurers."

Aside from defeating demons, diving into ruins and dungeons to earn treasure is one source of income for adventurers.

Feels like I saw it. There was no sign of someone coming in, so maybe there's quite a bit of treasure.

"It's like a ring or necklace."

"There's a lot of plain stuff."

All you've got are Magic Defense Rings, Dark Magic Resistance Amulets, and Rings that become Magic Activators.

Other particularly ineffective Mithril rings and gold ornaments were found.

Other metal products seem to have decayed.

"I'll wear the trigger ring. Marl should be equipped with other magic accessories for once."

Brush the artifact with a cloth, then store it in storage, and keep only the ring that acts as a magical activator equipped on the middle finger of your left hand.

Even if you're powerless with this, you've got a full battle with magic.

Marl seems to have equipped himself with ornaments in the same way.

"It's kind of subtle."

"You can't use it on dead people. I'll use it to feed you."

Even the old craftsmen who made the ornaments would think it was better than not being used by anyone and forgotten.

Next, head to the back pedestal.

When it comes to pedestals, it's a big thing that every person is likely to be able to sleep on.

"Nothing in particular."

"Right."

The magic is gathering toward this pedestal, but it doesn't seem like there's anything in particular about this.

Something like this, I just expected a dramatic development like having a legendary weapon or a naked girl asleep.

"What happened?

"Come on, it looks like this happened as a result of some ritual"

I look up at the big man statue.

Weathered by the years, the face of the male statue is unclear as a top.

"Maybe this statue was a god that was festive, you know?

"You have no idea… your face is unclear, and there is no such thing as a symbolic sacred vessel"

According to Marr's story, God in this world has some kind of sacred vessel as a symbol.

Normally, they make the idols of God have holy instruments that symbolize such a god.

Then I guess that means that this statue was created before such customs became common.

"Then you mean an ancient but obsolete God?

"That's possible. An expert in ancient civilization might know, but I don't know."

Marl shaking his head.

Well, you can't figure it all out, the minute I looked back at it, it happened.

The temple, where daylight sunshine should have plunged in, is darkened, and a number of pine lights on the walls illuminate the cathedral.

What, are you hallucinating?

"Let them pay, let them pay."

When he noticed his voice and looked under the altar, all those who were remains were young and old, dressed in the same clothes.

That magic with all my heart - no, old and young men who continue to give their lives and pray.

Some kids aren't even old enough to go.

Let them pay, let them pay. God, send the brave. "

One man, another man and I will die and fall.

No, even if I fall, my strength keeps pouring.

It's not easy to give your life, even your soul.

Looking back at the pedestal.

There was a brunette boy in student clothes - where the surrounding landscape reverted.

Marr seemed to have witnessed the same sight, and he turned to me looking around with a blue face.

Is the vision now something that's happened here in the past?

"Hey, Marl. Are brave men summoned?

"Yes, no, the brave are just extraordinarily talented humans born rarely. It's not something that even my soul would call out."

In other words, I guess what Marr calls the common brave man of this world is a mutant individual of the human species.

It is not a foreign molecule called from another world.

So what is this' brave man 'these people were trying to summon?

"... let's find out if there's any clue."

"... Yes"