"It's close to the guild." Do you want to meet Riff? "
Quena asks on her way home from church.
I nodded because there was no reason to refuse.
I'd like to ask if you have any interesting requests.
"You've just been battling the strongest of the Beastmen..."
I was backed up a little.
Looks like he was pulled back.
Maybe it's not good enough for work.
When you have such a conversation, you notice a building you know. The guild. We're going in.
Good job, Zid.
The receptionist calls out.
Gently give an interpretation.
The other adventurers weren't as sharp as the others.
Do you have a sense of belonging to the same workplace?
This place is spiritually helpful.
“What's happening today?”
"I'm here to see Riff. Are you there?"
“I'm not in the guild right now. Apparently, there's a meeting going on with the Astaire."
What's an Astheian?
“It's a gathering of leading Astheists. After becoming a true astea, they are expanding their forces even further."
"Ho... thank you"
Well, it's none of my business to turn down a brave man.
Anyway, I knew that Rif was busy.
Well then, shall we see it on the bulletin board?
I put my hand on my chin and looked at the request that seemed interesting.
You're an idiot, too.
What's up, what about Quena, who's with me?
"Maybe I'm an idiot too."
Quenna laughs as she tickles.
I'm laughing when I see you like that.
I think it would be good if this moment lasted as long as possible. But it wasn't enough. - Sheila.
“Sheila might be home. Shall we stop making requests today?"
“I know. I thought I could talk to Riff, but if she's out on business, Sheila's safe.”
With Queena's consent, we arrived on our way home.
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Quena's house.
Open the door and let the two of you in.
Welcome home. Is Sheila home?
I wonder if she's asleep.
Normally, a bright and energetic voice will greet you.
However, the only response was silence.
It's not a strange time to take a nap, but it feels as if you don't have a sense of life.
Sheila stood as she stepped inside and saw the living room.
"Ugh! You were there... you were surprised."
Quena makes a small scream.
I understand the surprise very well.
Even I didn't catch a trace.
"... that Holy Sword"
"Hmm? Oh, is this it?" I found it. "
Sheila's first voice was not an apology for the loss of the Holy Sword or a call to action for those who had returned home. I'm just focusing on the sword in one hand.
Moreover, it was a voice that was somewhat subdued. I just feel uncomfortable knowing the cheerfulness of everyday life.
By the way, I've never seen magic before.
"Ahh!"
Kenshin.
Many remnants of a sword with black magic power.
I couldn't avoid it because of the crotch and got a blow to my clothes.
To the extent that I did, but... what is this?
"Sheila! What are you doing!?"
Quena didn't have a sword pointed at her.
That's why I'm calling out without noticing.
No, it's not Sheila.
Huh?
Quena seemed confused by my correction.
Her appearance, voice, everything was Sheila.
But the magic power was different.
The level of the polished sword technique was different.
Moreover, it is a different type from the usual Sheila.
Unlike any other swordsman I'd ever fought against.
"Who are you?"
"Do you know who I am? Sheila."
I was dumbfounded and smiled.
It is so obvious to anyone that it is not a serious attitude.
Quena seemed to finally understand the situation.
……
"That's a good idea." Well, I didn't hide it. I am what you call an evil sword. When I was a man, I didn't have a brother-in-law to call myself. For the record, Sheila's mind is no longer in this body. But your body is a real Sheila. "
"Sheila's spirit is not in her body... and that's [alternative magic]." Replace the object with your own body. It's a super advanced magic that no one on the continent can count. "
Quena points to Sheila's contents and magic.
Someone disguised as Sheila smiled, not worse.
"Oh, this way too."
"Don't be ridiculous. Where's Sheila? Give her back."
Quena asked, infuriating with anger. I can't forgive you for taking over my friend's body and letting him go.
“I can't do that. Rest assured, she is in a safe place. I'm not free enough to involve irrelevant people."
“You're hurting Zed's clothes and vandalizing my house?”
If you look closely, Sheila (disguise) is a shoe.
Besides, he's defeated some furniture in a fight with me.
"I'm sorry about that. - And I'm sorry about that one more thing."
A sharp glance stares at me and Quenna.
At the same time, Sheila's hand activated the magic that had been planted all over the house.
The red sword attacked.
A blue arrow poured down.
A green spear pulled out its fangs.
"--If possible, I wanted that sword to never be found!"
It comes with magic.
"Knock it off!"
He's a real man.
Sheila's body was drawing more power than Sheila's.
I can't hold back.
The movement of one foot is very light. It is aligned with us. It's like a dance. Back up, you come forward. Go forward, you come back. There was no inch madness. I'm experiencing any combat pattern.
(then disturb your breath and seize)
Increases Attack on Torso. His sight is on my upper body. Fall back. To make it look like you're just moving your legs forward. --I was seen through.
Oh, no.
Huh?
Ah...
It was probably a battle on the assumption that we wouldn't harm each other.
Thinking of it, I didn't mean to kill.
It seemed like he was only fighting to take the Holy Sword.
That's why I fell after a troublesome match.
Sheila's body is getting on top of me.
Unfortunately...... I'm not sure.
Your hands are full with a soft, snuggly feel.
I couldn't understand the situation for a moment.
But...
"No, no, no!" What are you doing!? "
Quenna's scream calmed me down.
(It's big after all)
Strangely, such a feeling comes back.
Speaking of which, I've touched it before.
That was after destroying the Knights of Kuzela.....
Moreover, as I remembered, it might have grown even bigger.
She's a grown-up, so that's only natural.
How big will it be from now on?
What a momentary feeling.
Even though I was in battle, I lacked a sense of tension for a long time.
Dossun!
A sword with real murderous intent poked into my face. If I hadn't avoided it, I would definitely have died.
"... how long are you rubbing it?"
Sheila's rage was in her eyes.
Even though I'm not my body, I seem to care. I felt uncomfortable somehow, but I lowered my head first.
"... sorry"
"I thought Sheila was a pervert too... but you were a pervert too." You pervert! "
The sword was pushed with a furious momentum.
I'm pretending to be cool, but I feel ashamed of being rubbed in my boobs, and it's full of gaps.
I can't help it.
Raise the side of Sheila.
It's a procedure for raising a toddler high.
"Uahhh! Hey, stop it!"
Sheila's pathetic voice echoed.
I was swinging my sword, but there was no sign of it hitting me. There is no problem because it does not seem to be powerful even if it is hit.
"What is your purpose?" This Holy Sword? "
……
Shut up to my inquiries.
I don't have strength in my body either.
You didn't give up your resistance, did you?
The hand that holds the sword in evidence is not negligent in its vigilance.
After that, I kept silent for a while.
It's like stepping on a value.
Why did you bring back the Holy Sword when you turned down the brave man?
"I kept this." It's natural to look for it if you lose it. Then I will return it to its proper place. That's all there is to it. "
"Where is the right place?"...... that holy sword...... there's no real owner anymore? "
I... had been speechless for a while.
Because the look she was looking at seemed hard. My heart aches with pain. The emotions that come out of that face are not substitutes for acting.
"... what do you mean? I think it belongs to Spi."
"No, brave one. I don't know how many generations ago, but it belonged to the brave one."
"It's inherited."
“Who gave you permission? The Holy Sword itself?"
"Isn't that the brave one...?"
If that's what you said!
One turn.
Sheila's face turns into a negative emotion.
Anger, resentment.
The black magic enveloped her.
"This is... transferred!"
Reach out.
However, Sheila couldn't reach us.
No, no, no.
I can't stay--.
Bye-bye.
Soon, she disappeared from sight.
It was as if he hadn't been here from the beginning.
The only thing that shows her tracks is the rough living room.
"What the hell is going on?"
Quena was leaning her neck and putting her hand on her waist.
I immediately switched my mind from battle to rectification.
"... no. I can't get caught in the detection magic." We are separated from the Kuzela Kingdom. It's hard to find only his magic power from here. "
"It's pretty far away." It's not just substitute magic, but it can also be used for transfer. "
That's not all. My sword skills were pretty good, too.
Sheila was drawing more power than she could.
It would be as if you could do such a thing with someone else's body as if you were a top-class talented person.
"I agree. That's not the only one." Huh, Sheila's got her body hijacked by some nasty guy. how unusual is the sword technique and magic. "
"Does Quenna have anyone who can think of her killer?" From that tone of voice-- "
"The identity of the evil sword was human. My magic skills are top notch. Alternative magic means that your strength should decrease because you're not used to it. You sound like a woman. Yeah, well, some of them came to mind."
I'm pretty sure of it.
He said that the users of the alternative magic were only counting on the continent, so you can count on them.
Well then, let's go find it.
Where are you?
"Where are you going to find Sheila?" If your body has changed, there must be a real Sheila in the body of the people who came to Quena's mind. "
Oh, you're short of words, aren't you?
Quena continues to deepen her meaning.
"The ones I came up with -- they're all gone."
The answer showed that the road ahead was not easy.
Quena doesn't even know who did it.
"Unfortunately, it's better to doubt Sheila's performance." Even if you don't use alternative magic from the beginning... you can use a different type of sword technique with more power than usual and wear transfer magic in just a few days. "
I don't think Quena knows what difficulty it is. I've been working with her every day, trying to bleed her blood.
Above all, Sheila has no merit in doing such a thing.
However, the more you say such a hypothesis, the more clearly Quenna knows who the killer is.
What's the matter?