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

A group of fully armed Centaurs is unfolding on my front. That number is roughly sixty rides.

Speaking of humans, he gives a curved knife to the area that hits his hips, carries an arrow barrel, and has a bow or cavalry spear in his hand. Furthermore, it is equipped with a throwing spear on the back of the horse. I'm assuming my buddies use it because I'm probably out of reach and can't take it myself.

"Lord Tysi, are you ready?

"Whoa, that's good."

Yeah, I'm pretty ready for that, too. He wore a simple design helmet made of divine silver that was removed from storage for safety, and was equipped with a divine silver armor on both hands as well. This also protects your head and hands. Other areas will be protected by Orochi leather jackets and trousers.

Pull out the divine silver sword of your hips (which you have just named) and point your cut to the ground.

"Are you sure you want to stay put?

"No problem. Come and kill me."

"Right. So..."

A Centaur woman, not wearing armor, just a short distance away, puts an arrow on her bow. Probably a sounding arrow, just like earlier. Crisps and bows squeeze, increasing tension among the Centaurs.

Piwi!

The moment it sounded, the three horsemen Centaurs with the cavalry spear on the front advanced. The other Centaur unfolds smoothly, left and right, as if it were one creature, shooting arrows as he moves over laying a half siege.

That was just arrowhead. Arrows are fired not only at the arrows that arrive from the left and right diagonal front, but also at the front and directly behind, which are the escape points. It was like surface-control with no escape. It's not the same as the oaks' arrows that just barrage up in quantity.

"Huh!"

The action I took against Yagi is forward.

Step through the shooting from the left and right diagonal front with thoughtful steps, while waving the divine silver spontaneous sword in your right hand to cut off the arrows that are likely to hit you. He hit some boulders, but the Orochi leather jacket did not pass through the arrows unleashed by Centaur, and the Shinto silver armor and helmet also played the steel claw lightly.

That said, if you back off, it's a good idea to get out front here because you're zilli poor with extended arrows fired.

The three horsemen who have stormed us as we do so subtly shift the timing from the front and left and right to stick out the spear. The first spear slaps the divine silver free sword and smashes the tip of the ear, slashing the other tip with the returned blade. Avoid the last punch with a piece of paper, and I'll blow it up by the body in return.

I heard all sorts of broken sounds, but it wouldn't kill me. That guy's retiring for now.

I shouldn't have let my mind down for a moment after the first attack. Hiding behind the three horsemen that stormed us, the four horsemen were following us late. The Four Horsemen, who keep their distance and rush past me, must throw something at me. At the same time I heard wind cuts from the direction of the two horsemen running through the back.

"Mmm."

What the Centaurs had thrown at them was a throw with three hammers tied together in a string - a bola. I cut off about two boras flying with a divine silver spontaneous sword while spinning with a circle, but four, including one that flew from behind, hit me and tangled up in my hands and feet. Then the hammer hits all over the place and it hurts like hell.

"It's a string made by twisting the threads of the Grand Spider together. Even Wyburn can't cut a thousand of them, huh?

It seems that Charataurus was dispersed among the centaurs who had thrown Bola at him, and that's what I say and I'll do everything I can to keep him away. The Centaurs, who got their hands and feet tangled up, lay a complete half siege in front of me and put a bow on me.

"Is it surrender?

"No? You'd better shoot him quick, huh?

He waved down that hand without changing his expression when I told Penelope that with a niggling laugh that he had recommended surrendering. Before the arrows are released simultaneously, I will pull a thousand strings of bolas that bind my hands and feet.

"What. Seriously?

I heard voices like that from behind, but I jumped forward with all my might.

The ground kicked with my out-of-the-box leg power exploded and bounced, accelerating the view. Twist the pattern at hand and shield the Divine Silver Spontaneous Sword, which has changed its size to a giant sword, to pack an intermission at once.

I could see the face of Centaur pulling a bow and arrow towards me over the giant sword. Fly that centaur and enter a population of centaurs.

"Bye!" "Higi no!" "Ohh!?" "Yah, meh yeh yeh yeh yeh!

I twist the pattern again and tap the bellies of the Centaurs with the belly of the divine silver spontaneous sword that shrunk me into single-handed sword mode, making red leaves on my back with flat hands, hitting my side head out with a high kick, and straining my horse's body butt flat. Centaur and the others, stuffing and falling.

"Whoever's nearby, take a knife out! Squeeze it! Everyone else spread out and take your distance!

At Penelope's behest, the Centaurs, who are near me, pay a sheath of crooked knives all at once and wave that blade down. A wide range of song knives provide a powerful blow to the swing down attack. I mean, the blow is heavy.

But to deal with my physical abilities and my divine silver sword, it's just a steel curved knife that lacks strength.

"Huh!

A flash of temper.

A curved knife of steel swung down from all directions is scattered, lighting up the sunset and glittering.

A few times I was forced by that swordsmanship idiot's father-in-law (old man) to go with the sword workout half the time. This level of artistry was also possible for me.

My father-in-law had rated my sword as a disgusting sword whose experience had not kept pace with technology. The boulder is an outsider of Swordsmanship Level 5.

"Oops!

While twisting the sword and changing to the Great Sword mode, the momentum of swinging out the sword is further accelerated, and the surrounding Centaurs are swept away with the belly of the sword and blown away. It is softly so as not to mistakenly turn it into a mince of sakura meat. Something softly touched the place was dos blackened by internal bleeding, or I feel gently stroked centaur peeling white eyes and cramps, but I'm sure it's my fault.

"Shoot. Shoot. No! Don't think of that as human! Think of it as a dragon or something!

"Don't be like a dragon! That's how much you can kill with one bread!

Arrow, Bola, throw, spear. The only thing that flies, but be careful, is the throwing spear. Arrows don't go by unless it's as bad as hitting them, and the restraint by Bora only gets to the point of interfering with my movements for a moment. Only throwing spears seem painful when hit directly, so avoid them thoroughly and cut them off.

Destroy each one by chasing around Centaur, who is repeatedly shooting as he flees with his horse's leg strength.

But the bow is a boulder. He shoots at me desperately running away, but instead of shooting at me so sparsely, he shoots some number together firmly and simultaneously.

The aim is accurate, and I am often stopped for a moment because I 'leave' the arrow ahead of me to avoid it firmly due to time differences. I don't have to worry about it because I don't have to pull out my Orochi leather jacket or pants anyway, but the shock is coming out, so it hurts there.

I cut it off to discipline because it seems silly to bother to feel painful.

But that's never happened either. I would have drawn strength. It's time to decide.

It was working at about 20% of its full strength, but it paces up to about 40%. As I look at it, the distance between the Centaurs and me begins to clog.

"Stop -! If you want to die!" "No more, no more, no more." "Hope turned off!

The Centaur side surrendered to the boulder when that number reached about ten.

"Come on, let's get you back together."

Heal the wounded Centaurs. Magically heal them. There were no dead people. I'm sorry for your loss! Safe because one of us, collectively, was crossing the Three Ways River, but we made it. Safe.

"Overlapping"

"No, never mind. It's not a big deal. You have a lot of magic."

Hunted around by me to the end, the Centaurs lay on the ground exhaling rough breaths in such conditions as exhaustion. He shot all the arrow bullets, threw all the spears, and at the end of the day, he even set up a sword strike, but he couldn't let me take one wound. My heart seems to be broken pounding because of it.

The other Centaur warriors were beginning to collect arrows and more. Metal clams are quite expensive and valuable. Some looked sad at the shattered song knives and cavalry spears of their bodies. Maybe it was a thoughtful weapon. You did something a little worse.

I spoke to Penelope, who was giving instructions, and told Centaur, who had lost his weapon, to give him a long spear that he had made by diverting my Sabel and Shortsword body.

"I mean the Bravery Award"

"Accepted"

"I'll take you to New Heaven and Earth the morning after tomorrow. Pack your bags and livestock and get ready to move. There is no need to reduce livestock on the move. It magically crosses the space, so the movement itself ends in an instant. We'll leave the morning after tomorrow and in the morning we'll all be in New Heaven and Earth."

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"I'll show my face again after lunch tomorrow. If you have the supplies you need, use this money to buy them at Gandhir."

That said, I'll give Penelope a bag containing about 50 gold coins. I also thought I'd keep it until the day after tomorrow just because of the supplies I gave you first, but I don't know how much the Centaurs will eat.

Penelope, who received the money from me, broke his knee and bowed his head to me. Um, I won't suffer.

"All right, here's the step for now"

Marl nods at my words.

"Right. It's time for the sun to fall, and let's head back to the inn."

I resign from this place by bidding farewell to the Centaurs. Let's suppose we dine at the inn later and then take a bath and relax in the room. Head to the Inn with Marr as he sheds the earth and dust with the magic of purification.

"Eh heh..."

Something is done and Marl is nimani maknecked. The distance is also much closer than usual, and you can't leave with a perfect hug to me. That's kind of sweet of you, isn't it? It's been a while since we've been alone.

You're in a good mood.

"Well, I'm alone with Mr. Taishi now. I kind of miss it even though it wasn't that long ago. Do you remember? You've walked the city of Crossroads like this before."

"Oh. You bought all kinds of clothes and saw weapons at your cat master's weapons store. Did you make a fortune crusading the Troll?"

"That's right, I see. Then the Knights called Mr. Tysi..."

The look on Marl's face curls.

"If we hadn't escaped Crossroads then, if Mr. Flamm's assassination squad hadn't attacked us, where and why would we have been by now?

"Well... well, I think that's why it was the same thing. Maybe we've been on an easy journey for two, huh? If only the flood hadn't gone unnoticed to the point of not dying."

"Haha, but Mr. Taishi is sweet. I'm sure you couldn't have abandoned a lot of other people dying in front of you. If it did, could it have been something similar?

"I don't know. I don't think I'm that righteous. But then you might have gone to mount buses and the Great Forest without being bound by the kingdom of Calendyl. No, because he would have liked to eat rice. Maybe he would have gone to the Kingdom of Misscronia via the Kingdom of Geppelus."

Walk slowly to the inn talking about the irregular 'if'. There may have been, countless possibilities and branches. Neither of us dare speak, but some of them could have killed me or Marl.

If, at some point in time, the kingdom of Calendil had assassinated Marr, by now I might have become the worst demon king ever.

"You're here"

We were reaching in front of the inn as we walked as we talked. The lamp of the magic prop emits a white, clean light like a fluorescent lamp.

"There's still time. We'll be alone tonight."

"Right, just the two of us."

When we arrived at the inn, we immediately received dinner.

As for the menu, it was a similar lineup to Chinese cuisine. Oil-rich stir-fries, stewed and steamed dishes are plentiful, chunky and gutsy.

"It's delicious, but it's heavy"

"I know. I'm fine, but Marl looks tight."

"It is. In the first place, it seems natural to make excess..."

"Oh, I kind of understood"

Probably a culture based on satiety. That's what I feel the neighboring country of the original world was like. The dishes are similar, and don't look like some odd code.

I'd rather eat for it too, but I just left it out. Overall, the taste was good, but my stomach seems to sag when this happens every day. My best hit is snake meat soup. It has a sapphic drug flavour and is surprisingly flavourful. Above all, the texture of the meat is not bad. There's this soft, soft, but hard to bite elastic. I like meat like this for what it's worth.

Huh? An aversion to snake meat? He's eating Hachi serpent meat, and now he's eating it, right? Only the bugs still pull a little, but I don't know because the bee kid was delicious. I might be able to eat without any problems right now.

Marl seemed to like it like a steamed bun with seafood. It's like the larger size of a seafood cage bag. They're making dried food back when they think what seafood is with this gandil far from the sea. They also use the water they put back in to work out the dough. I see.

It was good to indulge in the sumptuous cuisine, although there was a little bit of it. Sometimes these heavy and luxurious dishes aren't bad either.

"Um... today, slow down without magic, don't you...?

After finishing the meal, we went back to the room and slowly the two of us took a bath before Marl cut out like that. It's kind of oddly stylish.

It's been a while since we've been alone, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm a little clapped up about what's going to happen this evening. Somehow it's always like this, it feels like a bummer. Mr. Marr. Seriously, Beast.

As far as I'm concerned, I prefer to hang out slowly and slowly, and I admitted it without a word or two. Somehow, the result was very exciting.

No, to say what buoyed me, Marl, who usually comes to prey, was strangely dear, and that made him so sweet that he couldn't compare to the usual. Something is definitely different from usual.

Marl clutching desperately as he calls my name with a swinging sweet voice. Tough reason like my thin paper completely collapsed before her like that.

You can't help it, it's a boy.

"Ugh hi..."

The next morning, with a sloppy grin about what kind of dreams you're dreaming about, it's Mr. Marr who drools in my arms. Oh, Cora, is my arm supposed to be amazing? Oh?

Well, should I gently purify it later? Life magic. Seriously convenient. Traces from last night are beautiful, too.

Well, what do we do today?

There are some places in the city that I haven't seen around yet, and it would be nice to buy a souvenir for the answering machine. We have to go to the Centaurs after noon. We need to talk a little bit about what happened after we took him to the Reichsfuhrer.

Yes, let's also procure building materials to build houses. Building materials from the Kingdom of Karendil to the Kingdom of Geppelus may have stopped at this Gandhir and are in poor stock. Maybe I can buy it cheap and beat it.

Let's take a look at Marl's sleeping face a little longer before we start acting. Apparently, you're having a good dream.

"Ugh hihi... Taishi Come on, it's our red one"

Mr. Marr made a bomb statement while mumbling his mouth.

'Oh, yeah. I just remembered some errands I'd like to get done with the Adventurer Guild, so you're going.' Cause I don't think it's gonna take an hour. '

'Yes, it's done!

"Right, just the two of us."

'Um... today, slow down without magic, won't you...?

A current runs behind my brain, connecting all the discomfort I was feeling slightly. Right, is that what happened? Patchouli and Marl with their eyes open. I just look at each other.

"Mr. Marr."

"Yes."

"Yesterday, have you been disabling birth control magic"

……

"You have, haven't you?

"... Yes"

Marl acknowledges the fact with a sober face. There's a needle stung Kondo in my brain. What did this kid do to me?

"Um, are you mad?

"I'm angry. I'm very angry."

"Um, I'm sorry. I, uh, I want Mr. Tysi to take..."

I forcibly block those lips and force you to interrupt your stupid words. Marr was resisting shaking his head like he didn't want to, but he grew grown up thinking he wasn't going to miss it forcefully for a while.

"I'm mad because I kept such an important thing a secret, Cora. You idiot."

"'Cause... Fram and Kusuha have bigger tits than I do, and Merkina and Deborah sweeten Tysi better... Awww..."

"You, are you going to hurt yourself or something? Is it a cat that climbs a tall tree and won't be able to get down? This... is hard to put into words!

Holding a polo and a tearful marl, he rolls gobbly over the wide bed. What is this stupid, cute creature? I've plotted things myself and now I'm even more anxious to make fun of you. You're really too dumb and cute.

"Okay, I've made up my mind. I've just decided."

I took the paper and pen out of storage, wrote down Sarah and 'Don't Speak Up Until After Noon' and pasted it into the entrance door, and immediately closed the door and locked it.

What are we going to do? Don't ask me anything wild. You know what I mean?

I'm a wolf, be a wolf. Wow.