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

We searched the interior of the festival, but we didn't see anything that might be a clue.

Maybe there were books and paperwork with some kind of record, but it weathered over the course of time.

There was no such thing as a tablet.

"Is this all they found?"

There was one small thing of idols that was in that hall, which was festived in a room leading from the hall.

Again, my face is on top of me and I can't tell.

Maybe it's such a god statue in the first place.

I had no choice but to go outside and investigate the interior of a place that looked like a residence...

"Nothing."

"Nah."

There was really one thing or nothing in the residential building.

It was like a broken ceramic fragment to be exact, but from what I saw with the appraisal eye, it's all rubbish.

By the way, I looked at the statue of the god with appraisal eyes and it didn't show up as "the old statue of the god" or anything.

It seems usable and subtly unusable.

I left it in storage for now.

The tension dropped without finding anything. We were stretching out at the top of the mossy stairs.

I'm stretching out on my back with my belly on my pillow. Marl's stretching out on his back saying the same thing.

Somehow, there was a fine harvest, but the mystery calls the mystery. And I don't have a clue, so I'm indigested.

Well, it's not a game, and I'm sure you just can't solve the mystery.

"Marlou."

"What is it?

"Me."

"Yes."

"It could be the same as the presumed brave man who was being summoned."

"Heh... eh?

Marl wakes up and peeks into my face.

Those eyes were serious and kind of brought up my love.

"Me, actually, I was in the meadow near Crossroads when I realized the day I met you. There was no one around, there was gold and minimal tools in the storage, so I managed to become an adventurer."

Keep your eyes closed and keep the words going so you don't see Marl's face.

Marr says nothing.

"I have memories. I'm not from this world. I originally lived in a completely different world than this. I've lived in a peaceful world with no demons, no magic, and no wars for over fifty years."

Looks like Marl slept with my belly as a pillow just now.

The weight on the belly is comfortable.

"You realize that, don't you? I'm not normal."

"Mr. Taishi is Mr. Taishi."

Marl's hand strokes my head.

I didn't think this was going to make a conversation like this, the protagonist of an alien thing, real.

"It's my, it's my loved one"

I'm glad you're all positive.

I'm going to drown.

Vikri, and Marr stiffened himself.

Something falls on my chest.

When I picked it up, it was a bowgun bolt.

"Mr. Tysi!

"Protection!"

In an instant, the magic emitted from your left hand creates a protective film of light to prevent something from flying in.

I jumped up and held Marl to shelter him, and I watched what was going on around him.

It was many bolts that flew in.

If you look at the falling bolts with appraisal eyes, you can see that they are painted with lethal poison.

Mithril's ring, which was embedded in Marl's left hand, collapsed in tears.

"Whoa, that would be too soon, wouldn't it?

Magic Eyes detect multiple figures in the woods surrounding the ruins.

Since creatures always emit faint magic, it's obvious where and what's in the magic eye.

Open the menu to gain Toxic Resistance up to Level 2. Apparently, toxic resistance is maximal at level 3.

Skill points are 9 to consume and 9 to go… it is possible to maximize the level, but you should keep it warm in case.

I can magically detoxify it if I don't even die instantly.

And it's too soon to have a chaser.

It's too weird to follow you so far at the pinpoint when you say you left without knowing after being stirred up.

"Airshield!

Wrapped in a whirlwind, I held Marl to the princess and ran out to the building where the priests supposedly lived.

The flying bolts are deflected by my air shield and don't hit me at all.

Level 2 wind magic but useful, this is.

"Don't come out until I say you can leave."

"Ha, taishi -!"

"Earthwall"

Throw in a marl that almost said something and cover the entrance to the building with dirt walls.

I can't get my hands on Marl unless I break the dirt wall with this.

"... come on"

I trained at the Alliance's training ground and did mock warfare at the Knights' Stuff, but this is the first time we've killed each other.

I do something in the mood for my knees to tremble.

An assassin-like group of people dressed all over me in black surrounded me.

The number is thirteen?

"Oh, my God, you must be ready."

If it hadn't been for the protection ring, Marr would have died. These guys killed Marl once as well.

Black emotions dye up in my head.

"I'm going to kill you... all of you, I'm going to kill you. Don't think you're gonna die easy."

Forgive me because I didn't die? Impossible.

These guys killed Marl once.

Empower Battlestaff with all their magic.

What a human being would be erased if all this magic was put into it.

Kachiri, and switch consciousness.

Did you find out?

Moments ago, black outfits burst in from three directions.

He flashes a white blade that he's probably poisoning, and he's pressing me to stick it out.

"Hiyacher!!

I flashed my magical battle staff away.

The three men who jumped at the same time were in the air. It was inevitable because of this, and the swinging battlestaff hit them directly.

Bachi.

Three human bodies disappear, fragmented and splashed.

bone pieces and meat chunks damaged the black outfits that were waiting to splash.

Half of the total fled the difficulties. Only the well-behaved men lay down on the spot and escaped.

Ha, what the hell is that?

It's easy to die.

Are you kidding me?

I don't know, why are you dying so easily?

"Huh!

Jump into the fog of blood and slap the battle staff on one of the black outfits that stayed down.

Bachi.

I turned into a crushed tomato.

What the hell is this?

Brittle, too brittle.

Because it's scum? Right, cunt, so what is it?

I can't forgive, I can't forgive, I can't forgive.

"You scumbag!

So one of the black outfits came dancing.

The prey is a long sword, and the body is blurry and glowing. Magic strike.

Magic the Battlestaff and rotate where they were slapping them to intercept the Long Sword.

Dogan!

It was as if the cars had collided with each other, and the explosion sounded.

My battlestaff was crushing the assassin's long sword.

The assassin opens his eyes. You don't have the same amount of magic as scum, you have the same amount of magic!

Wave the battlestaff and slap down the assassin who has unleashed a magic blow.

Pain in the flank - one of the assassins who was somehow circling behind me was sticking a dagger at me.

He twists himself into his arms and slaps his elbow against the assassin's head as he dodges his deep hand.

The feeling of crushing the skull, the assassin fell powerless.

The wound with the blade protruded doesn't complain much about the pain for some reason.

On the contrary, such a feeling gradually spreads. It would be poison.

Concentrate magic and activate detoxification.

Ouch, the wound hurts. Shit, I'll kill you.

It's our turn next, I'll try new moves.

"Water!

A giant water polo occurs over my head, and that compresses into basketball in an instant.

Concentrate magic, target lock, activate.

An ultra-high pressure water stream fires like a laser from a basketball large water balloon.

The scumbags in black scream.

I dared to take the steeple off, there's so much I have to hear from these guys.

There are two assassins who escaped the current attack, and these guys are lucky.

You must have made a decision to withdraw, the two of you turn your heels back and try to escape. But it's too late.

Battlestaff through the back of one person who tried to turn himself over and rush out, swinging him around and throwing him on the back of the last one.

There was a blunt sound and I rolled down to the mossy stairs so that the last black outfit and the body thrown at me would meet.

I go down the stairs, following the other one who would be alive, with restorative magic on me.

He probably fractured somewhere.

The last black outfit was just crawling out from under the body I threw at, with a groan of anguish.

"Where do you want me to go?

Words I would definitely say to my escaping prey While I mouth number one I kick the body in black and grab the head of the black outfit that was crawling.

Drag the captured assassin up the stairs and unmask the black outfit.

"Ho."

Lucky for me, she was quite the upper-ball lady to the scum habit. Probably in his mid-twenties or so.

He injured somewhere in his head, and his left side of his face is covered in blood.

I grab a wet brunette in the blood of a groaning woman and make her eyes peel in the blood.

I'll let you know.

"Can you see that? You can see that, right? These scumbags are your people. You guys must be here to kill me, right? You must be here to take my precious marl, right? Am I right? You tried to take away my precious things, and you're prepared to take away your precious things, too, aren't you?

Grabbing her hair again, she drags the woman as she drifts.

There are seven other survivors besides this woman, not bad.

I'll take the rope out of storage and tie the woman up so she can't move.

And he dragged one of the black outfits that was seriously ill and unable to move in front of the woman.

Take the mask.

He's about twenty years old.

I have a broken leg and something white piercing my shoulder.

Probably one of the first three bones.

"All right, let's set the rules. I'll ask this scum a question. If I don't answer, I'll ask you the same question. If you don't answer, I'll kill this scumbag, okay?

Kick, I'm sobered by the look on the woman's face in return.

Oh, good.

It's really good to break these scumbag minds by the time they're completely skinless and ravage their bodies and minds.

"I like it, I'll kill you one last time"

It's rolling.

Even scum must be a woman. You'll enjoy it.

I'll break it, I'll break it.

"... Phew"

I exhale when I burn down the bodies of the black costumes and scatter the ashes.

An assassin scum woman who threw her limbs out with no power on a slightly distant cobblestone and no one else - Flam looking up at the starry sky with her unfocused eyes.

Leaving the trembling flam on the chops, I unlocked the dirt wall that was trapping Marl.

Marl, who admitted what I looked like, pops up with tears and a runny nose and a terrible face.

"Daisy! Wow!"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry"

I'm gonna hug you and bury your face in your chest. I'm gonna pound Marl's back, and I'm gonna hug you.

Rough hearts are about to heal, but nothing is over yet.

I'll pull Marl's hand and take him in front of the flam.

"Ko, is this... Mr. Taishi?

"Oh, yeah. He's a scumbag who tried to kill Marr, so that's about it."

It's obvious what I did when I looked like Flam.

And Marr will also know what it means to have no other black outfit than a flam.

"Can you follow me?

"... I'll follow"

Marl looked at my face with a sad look as he said so and stroked his cheek in tears.

No, you don't look sad.

Why do you look so sorry, you're still dying?

"It's okay, you won't let these scumbags kill you. I'll protect you."

I hug Marl. Marl hugged me too.

That's right, that's it.

I applied purifying and healing magic to Fram's body.

Dirt and fluids everywhere are washed away in an instant, and the fine scratches that were on the body disappear.

Then he put on Marl and my spare clothes and tied them to earth columns made of earth magic.

"What are you going to do, that person"

"Even scumbag women like this are knights of the kingdom of Calendyl. I was wondering if I could just take him and use him as a negotiating material as evidence of the attack."

"I'm sure they'll let you through without knowing."

"Right. Sounds like an irregular unit, and I could kill him and ash him... but can you make him a slave or something because he's the thief that's attacking this guy?

"If there's an attempted murder in the reward, it's possible."

That's what Marr says and gives Flam his gaze.

"Oh, you're with me."

Name: FRAM-FORSES

Level: 19

Skills: Courtesy 1 Ride 2 Swordsmanship 3 Shooting 2 Concealment 2 Assassination 2 Fraud 1

Title: Assassin Karendyl Kingdom Knight

Prize: Attempted murder

This is what I saw with my appraisal eye.

Better as a combat personnel than Marl.

By the way, my reward and punishment don't have murder or rape on them.

I was wondering if I could rape you.

"By the way, I don't have murder or rape on me for some reason, do you know why?

"I think it's because these people attacked me first. Because whoever has been rewarded for murder, attempted murder, robbery, rape, arson, or other felony crimes will not be punished for doing anything."

"... where does anyone make that decision?

"It is the God of Judgement who punishes you."

"... right"

I'm very curious to know what would have happened if these guys had killed me and Marr properly.

I guess I'm here to kill you on assignment with these guys.

It's useless to just think, this is what it must be.

If you win, the government will be fine.

"By the way, is it time for you to tell me? The interrogation."

I snorted at Marl's words and shared the information I got from the interrogation.

First, that these assassin scumbags are the hands of the kingdom of Calendyl.

That it seems to be the executive force that trained the personnel selected from the Knights as assassins.

That this executive force is an irregular force that does not officially exist, and that the nobility of the Brave Assassins forced this operation by rather forceful means.

That Captain Twaning followed the hunter knife he gave me to this site.

"Maybe it's a secret seal. Mr. Tysi, isn't there some strange writing in that knife?

"Is this the patterned one?

That seems to be about the text carved into the pattern head.

Anything this secret seal technique seems to have a variety of effects by combining 'secret seals' like letters.

The secret mark on this pattern is probably a secret mark to identify the location.

I also thought it was embedded in the pattern, but I'm pretty sure it's because Marl's story says it has to be exposed.

"Should I turn it off?

"No, I think it's probably better not to turn it off"

When I leaned my neck against Marl's words, I heard a noise scratching the crap out of him.

From the sound, it seems like more than one thing is coming towards this ancient ruin.

"Lord Tysi! Are you all right?

Through the woods surrounding the ancient ruins, it was the Knights of Crossroads, led by Captain Waltz, who appeared before us, the most squadron.

"What can I do for you? The knights of the kingdom of Karendyl who unleashed assassin scum on me."

Take the battle staff out of storage and look down at the Knights face from the top of the stairs.

Captain Waltz was relieved to see my face safe, but he squeezed his face in my words that followed.

I signal to Marl with my eyes and let him drag the still lethargic flam.

"There are thirteen assassins in all who have been attacked, and this is the only one who survives. No, no, he threw up a lot."

I strive to make a smile and look down on the Knights face.

Captain Waltz was carefully choosing the words, putting aside a few moments before he started talking.

"Lord Tysi, your anger is especially great. But I want you to understand if it is. There are not only forces in the kingdom of Karendil that seek to harm Lord Tysi, but also forces that seek to protect Lord Tysi. And so do we."

"Let the assassin get ahead of you, and if the assassination fails, you will come out and be condescending. That's the kind of muscle writing, isn't it?

I speak so Captain Waltz can speak.

I have a surprisingly cold voice myself.

Naturally, there's no way I can trust you.

"No! That's never the same! We... ugh!

"How am I supposed to trust someone who's been trying to put a dagger on my back for once? Aren't you trying to ask Crossroads to accompany you and scratch your sleeping neck on that road? Yeah?"

Captain Waltz loses his word on my word.

What do you say we kill all of these guys and ash them so they don't leave any bodies?

Yeah, that's quick.

I put magic into the Battlestaff - and Marl hugged me.

"Mr. Tysi, please calm down. Sure, it can be hard to trust, but it's also impossible to turn the kingdom of Calendyl to its enemies all the way ahead. Why don't you believe Captain Waltz here? Aren't we friends who took down the Troll together?"

Look at me with the look of Marl pleading.

You trust me? Get these guys?

But I'm pretty sure what Marl said, because he was a comrade with this captain.

"... ok"

"Thank you, Mr. Tysi. Master Waltz, can I believe you?

"Swear to this sword"

Captain Waltz kneels down and thanks.

Two days out of the ruins.

We were returning to the city of Crossroads, literally crushing the demons we encountered.

Though the number of people grew, there were no demons that would strike this many people, and we just went back the way we came again, so we tracked it pretty fast before we went.

There are almost twenty of us just in the squad.

By the way, I leave the best care of Flam to the squad.

If you look at my face, you'll remember that night, because you're in a state of panic.

I feel sadistic about it, but I can't get a little work done.

For now, they took me to the Knights because we had no choice but to take them around.

There's a reward for attempted murder. It's best to hand it over to them, where the officers also combine.

I also thought about making it a slave, but it made me stink.

When we arrive at Crossroads, we are eating snacks while sipping the often cold fruit water in a tavern that is also housed in the Adventurers Guild.

I'm a Napolitan-like pasta full of ingredients, and Marl is a sandwich filled with soft bread with ham, vegetables and eggs.

It is, by the way, quite the higher of the menus that line the tavern with the guild.

The cheapest is salt pasta just sprinkled with salt on boiled pasta.

"If I thought he'd disappeared for over a week, I'd bring in an unusual amount of material..."

An old Woots man walked into our seat looking a little skinny in less than a week to see if he had finished testing the body of the demon we brought in.

And Gashari, and put a heavy sounding bag on the table.

All the demons we encountered by the time we reached the ruins were kicked and thrown into storage, so we came to sell them.

I'm off for the night, and I have a request to appear for the Knights first thing tomorrow morning.

I don't know what it is, so I wanted to cash it in by the end of the day.

By the way, Me and Marl's Adventurer Rank went up.

I'm D, and Marl's E.

"So, as a matter of fact, what are you going to do now?

He was telling Woots' old man what he's been doing since we left Crossroads.

I thought the old man would be at the forefront of the kingdom of Calendyl, but Marr seems to have some ideas.

I opened my mouth to the old man's words after thinking a little.

"Just see how it goes. As far as I'm concerned, you can eat shit from a country like this, but don't even think about it depending on how you show your sincerity. Marl would have died if he didn't have a guard ring, but I'm not gonna let that happen."

"... what if I don't feel like I'm dealing with enough?

I've decided to leave this country.

"... you think the country will let you get away with it?

I have a full smile on my old man's words.

What if it does? It's settled.

"When it does, it's gonna be a total war, right?

Woots's old man gave me a cramped grin in my response.

Marl was staring at my face like that.

When we received the proceeds from the sale of Adventurer cards and materials at the Alliance, we headed to the Burning Golden Floor Pavilion.

The nostalgia is super hot instead of warm as the bodies of the Giant Mantis and Nightstalker (black and big leopard) crusaded in the woods sold as high as they wanted.

I used fifteen gold coins to get out of the crossroads, but instead of that doubling back to chara.

Giant mantis had sickles, meat and crusts, while nightstalkers had beautiful pitch-black furs and meat expensive.

There are other swords taken from the assassins, but this is stored in storage as a reserve weapon.

"Oh, it's been like a week? Are you here for dinner, too?

Coming to the front of the burning golden floor pavilion, I met Piña, who was cleaning.

Still a chimp.

How about older than me even though she only looks like a girl, even if she doesn't?

The one with the legal lollies, or is it?

"No, stay. Just for one night in a room for two."

"Sir, that's not how we stay. Didn't you rent a house?

"That's a lie. There's something going on."

"... ha. 'Cause my husband's at the reception."

Are you tired of interacting with me? Piña said so with a face like she gave up and resumed cleaning.

I don't know what else to do, because I needed it to stir up.

It turned out to be futile.

We took the room. We removed the leather armor we were wearing and the two of us were throwing our bodies out on the bed.

The room I took this time is the same room I used before.

It was only about a week ago, but it was peaceful when we were both in this room.

Stupid talking, squirting, and a sweet and sour vibe.

I should have just thought about the money earner and the training, and about Marr.

"How did this happen?"

I'll put my hands on the ceiling.

I killed twelve people with this hand.

I didn't just kill that normally either.

In an interrogation to get information - no, I just blamed Flam and killed seven people just to push him mentally.

Severely ill, he crushed the lives of the immobile assassins one by one.

But they're the scumbags of the assassins who've been after our lives.

I had more right to life and death than I had to pay back.

So I broke it, I offended it, I ravaged it.

I had a right, and they should have been punished.

You tried to take away my precious things, it's a natural reward.

Take it, kill it, break it, it's my freedom. Naturally.

So I'm not bad.

Not bad, not bad, not bad, not bad, not bad.

No, it wouldn't be a question of bad or good.

I took your life, that sin is inevitable.

It's a sin to take your life? Then the world is full of sinners.

Kill to eat, kill to protect yourself, there's no way that's a sin.

But it wasn't animals or demons that killed him, it was humans.

It is a sin for man to kill man.

No, man, beast, demon has nothing to do with it.

There is no preciousness in the weight of life, killing is not a sin.

I'm not bad, I'm not bad, I...

"Mr. Tysi"

Marl's hand gently wrapped my hand.

Warm, I'm about to cry for some reason.

"Mr. Tysi killed them to protect me and broke her. Mr. Taisi is mellow on me, so it's natural to do so. So you don't get sick. Mr. Tysi did it for me, so I'm the bad one."

Look to the side.

Marl was smiling with a very gentle face.

Scratch my head gently and stroke my head.

Surrounded by Marl's body temperature and smell, it overflows what was pressed and fastened like a weir cut.

I was scared, I was about to lose my mind.

But I thought I had to, but I didn't like it, I couldn't have done it without hitting something.

I spit it all out on Marl, crying.

Marl comforted me like that and wrapped me like a Mercy Mother.

"You're a bad girl. No, the word" bad girl "is also raw and warm"

"The most outrageous thing about opening is that you're Mr. Tysi! You were so cute yesterday. Cry in my chest like a child." Ah! I can't hear you!

Block your ears, speak up and listen to nothing.

Akan, this woman is really Akan. Demonic woman or.

"You waste a man. No, let's call it a man machine."

"Hmm, it's strange that I don't feel so dishonored"

When you're this idiot who laughs at you with a hella while you say that, you can't do it with your hands anymore.

I spit everything out and refreshed myself, too.

It's me till yesterday. Goodbye, hello, me today.

"So, what do you do today?

"You've got to go, you've got surveillance on you."

It would also have more disappointing surveillance than once escaped.

Is it really impossible to escape, maybe you can escape, but there is no benefit to it.

"Okay. Let's go, Mr. Tysi."

"Oh, if you wash your face and eat a mess."

"Long time no see, Piña's cooking, looking forward to it!

Breakfast menu is freshly baked bread with a lot of diluted vegetable soup. The rest was a steak of troll meat even though it was morning.

The troll meat was quite fleshy. It wasn't very tasty, but it was only voluminous.