A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

"That's the camp, isn't it? ♪ And Sierra ♪

"Yeah."

A line led by Jack through the woods for a while.

There was a bandit camp in a broken open part of the woods.

Sierra and Kays have a glimpse of the camp.

"I'm not for battle," William said, remaining in the village.

Instead, he accompanied Kaze.

"Now, Lord Jack, please stay back in the village. You can go back alone."

Jack left saying, "It's okay," and turned back into the woods.

"Me and Lord Kayes are going to clean up the perimeter watch. Lord Nito will wait here. I'll give you a signal when I'm done, so don't be impotent."

On the road, Sierra was persistently cautious because she was a healer on something. Without any evil.

Instead of being offended, he understands from the look on Sierra's face that it is about showing himself.

But my heart is honest, and it hurts a lot.

He was sighing on the back of a distant Sierra.

After a while, the corners of the camp glowed.

It's a signal.

Sierra was reflecting and informing the sword.

The political ministry meets immediately.

"It's a boulder."

There were several bandits in charge of security lying near the entrance to the camp.

I guess I did it with Sierra and Kays.

Politicians take off their hats for good hands.

"Not so much. Lord Nito, look at that."

At the end of Sierra's finger, there are four barns.

I see the village daughters being captured.

Even when I say daughter, some of them look like older women.

"You don't seem to have any bandits. Let's open you up right now."

The political sects unlocked the house and opened all the villagers who had been captured.

"That was easier than I thought," said the political ministry.

"The bandit was helpful in his absence. Thank you, Lord Kayes."

"No," replies Kays unfathomably.

Sierra gathered the villagers in one place and gave a quiet instruction, "Then follow me".

"Where are you going, Cavalier?" I heard a crouched, discouraging voice.

A line that turns to the voice.

There, there was the figure of one man.

A niggling, ugly look.

The political ministers understood, but it was already too late.

They quickly blocked the escape route and were surrounded by bandits.

"Is that what you mean......" Sierra noticed. "I thought it was strange. Why are there only a few guards in the defenceless camp? Where did the others go? It shouldn't be easy to grab it. You can't just leave it in this defenseless state."

"The answer is simple. I was watching" cunning grin stared.

"... you are. Oliver Joe."

"You, you know me?

The man was wearing a black skinned pontage all over his body.

Jackets and pants.

Two-block short hair shaved in the sides is fuelling the shape of the bad guy.

"You are a former kingdom knight of Razhausen. The man who was captain of the Ashes Regiment. But two years ago, you killed every one of your men and disappeared."

"Introduction hurts! Bandits are up and running. Ha, ha, ha!

Oliver Joe's high laugh echoed.

"Why the hell did you..."

"If you say so, I guess it's because I couldn't stand to see it. To the running familiarity of that worm spit..."

"The present king is a generous man!" Sierra's expression turned to anger. "I am a deeply loving person to people, no matter what my people are!

"That's what I call familiarity," Oliver said, bewildered. "It's yours... the eyes of those who have sworn allegiance to their country. I don't feel well. The people I killed had the same eyes as you. But the contents are peppery. You don't even understand what you're doing. It was just being flushed around. That's why I taught him. There is no need for goodness. Evil if you lean in. And money."

"I can't keep up with what the bad guys say," Sierra stares as she narrows her eyebrows.

"Don't kill a woman! It's good, it sells high."

Oliver's voice is riddled with the bandits around him.

Released to kill, they laid down their weapons.

"You seem to have to do it," Sierra said.

"Kill the man. There's no one left." I heard Oliver's low voice.

"Lord Nito! Villagers, please!

Sierra prompting immediate instructions.

The political sect checks around with a laid-back look.

"Ice Wind Hot"!

Chanting, Sierra waves a sword.

It was more of a wind-looking move than a slaughter.

Suddenly, a gust of sharp ice from nowhere broke out, chopping up the bandits around him.

Soon most of the bandits lay low on the ground.

"The boulder is the White King knight," Oliver gives an extra look.

"Did you know"

"Again?"

"Damn, is that clear..."

"If you look at the armor hidden under the cape, you can tell. I only use white armor like you here."

White armor visible under Sierra's robe.

The deceitful Sierra bit her back teeth hard.

"I'm not looking around!

Figure I heard a thick roar coming from the left.

Turning around, Sierra.

"I'll go"

"Lord Kayes."

Quickly Kaze gets in between.

"Blanche!"

And, the moment Kaze's fist touched the man's body, the giant exploded and flesh pieces and blood splashed on one side of the perimeter.

The political sect says, "Ugh!" I'm impressed.

Sierra will chop up the remaining bandits and the rest will be just Oliver Joe.

"No, not at all. My men are weak. How many years have you been a bandit..."

"That's it"

"But it's not."

"Become!" Sierra stunned.

Oliver gave me an extra look.

In his arms was Jack, who had been caught.

"Jack!"

Is it the mother?

I heard a woman screaming from among the villagers.

"Mother!

"Ugh! Shut up, you fucking kid!" Jack in tears.

"Why is Jack here..." agitated Sierra.

"Why is Jack here? No - hahahahahaha! Because you don't take good care of him," he jokes while imitating Sierra's words.

"Despicable..."

"At least give him a ride home. Still, you're a knight."

"Mother!

"Don't make me laugh! I know you're telling me to shut up! I don't like children's voices, my ears stink."

"Lord Jack, let go!

Mr. Sierra complained with a trembling voice in anger.

Oliver told Niya laughingly and quietly.

"You're too loud to want to kill me."

And, on Jack's neck, a knife held backwards is swung down.

Oliver has no hesitation.

"Jack!" The grieving cry of his mother.

"Gaha!... Huh?

But suddenly, Oliver sprayed blood out of his mouth.

"What...? Me... is... Ghah!......"

That's faster than an instant, faster than an instant.

A knife that Oliver should have held in his hand.

It was about to be swung down to Jack's neck.

That's not Jack, it's stabbing Oliver in the neck.

Oliver Joe fell and was already dead.

Jack looked back.

and a political sect emerges from behind Oliver.

"Jack, go to your mother"

"... yeah" I didn't know what happened to Jack either. "Thanks, brother," but I figured it out. She said she was okay now.

Wipe your tears and run to your mother, Jack.

"Jack!"

"Mother!"

Mother and son reunited in tears.

Sierra was now consolidating without understanding what had happened in front of her.

"So shall we go back? Everyone in the village must be worried."

A political sect that emerges from Oliver's shadow with a bitter laugh.

"Phew... right," Kays grins with a meaningful grin.

"Wait......" It was Sierra. The foot of the political sect stops.

"... what is it"

"What is it, not! What the hell is that? What does that mean, Lord Nito! Weren't you a healer!

It wasn't something an approximate healer could do.

That's common sense in this world.

There's no way you can kill Oliver in a political sect.

"No, no, I'm an undisputed healer."

"Don't be ridiculous. So what's that knife you're stabbing in the neck? How did you take it from that man's hand? No, how could you have traveled from here to there in that moment in the first place! You were standing right here, weren't you? But when..."

While Sierra was excited, she was relieved.

I can't believe what's happening in front of me.

Even then, Sierra's convoluted questions continued.

At the end of the sentence, he told me to show my status.

"But healer, give me a break," Zhengzong misled and cut through.

"Anyway, talk to me when you get back"

"Ha... ha..."

A political sect with a bitter laugh or a mild pain in the cheek.

Away from Sierra, he said, "Hey! And what is that magic! You're a boulder," said the political ministry fleeing to Kays.

"... no, not as good as you. Lord Nito."

Kaze said that quietly, staring at the political sect.

A political sect who regrets not talking to you.

I leaked my sigh wondering if I had any allies.

When they arrived in the village, they all embraced their husbands and families waiting to return and shared their joy.

They also had the village chief's daughter inside, and the village chief was happy to cry.

In the meantime, there was a woman who didn't go to anybody's place and stumbled on the spot.

She couldn't see her face in the hood but somehow felt like she was a woman.

If you look nearby, wouldn't my back length and I be much the same?

"Aren't you going?" If you ask me that, I won't answer anything.

I asked someone nearby what was going on with my family and went around about her, but said no one knew.

"The kid's not," one woman called. "He was put in a cell when we got here."

Apparently, she's not from this village.

The village woman tried to talk to him several times in the barn, but said she didn't even know where he had been brought from because she didn't talk about anything.

"Where did you come from?

But she answers nothing while leaning down.

That's where Mr. Sierra came in.

I explained the situation once I was asked.

"I see you've been having a rough time. But it's okay now. I'll be responsible for protecting you about you. We're going to King's Capital tomorrow."

Ms. Sierra then told her nagging story about the main thrust that she could return to her hometown if she applied in the office of the King's Capital.

But are you listening or not?

No response at all.

"You don't want to talk about it?" No response.

"I can help you if you want, but if you don't want to, you can go wherever you want. We got rid of the bandits. But if you don't know how to get home, you wanna come with me? I can stop by my hometown on my journey."

Mr. Sierra gently put a bulb on me.

"Can't you speak a little more gently," he resents.

What was the problem?

So, uh, the hood girlfriend grabbed my hem for some reason.

"Become..." said Sierra.

Were you shocked that you were not relied upon?

"Oh... is that right? So, Lord Nito, I asked for the rest."

He smiled and went toward the village, pulling his cheeks a little.

I get a natural and subtle look, too.

"You know, this sounds like my fault then. Mr. Sierra was angry, too."

"... because I don't like him... that guy"

"No? What do you hate? You."

It was a lot, something she started talking about too lightly, and her reaction was inadvertently delayed.

"You, why didn't you just shut up?

"... before... not... Toa..."

"Hmm?"

"Toatrica!" he shouted suddenly.

And, at that moment, I remembered what it felt like time was stopping.

Momentum turning around helps her take off her hood.

There appeared a beautiful girl with thin pink hair.

Her hair, up to her shoulders, flushes in the wind, mysteriously reflecting.

"Hey, are you listening?" So I returned it to me.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm listening. Toatrica, right?"

"Toa's fine," she said in a small voice shy for some reason.

"Oh, my God?

"Toa is fine!" Toa was mad at me for some reason.

"... Toa because it's Toa Trika. That's a good name. Uh, if you say so, you haven't named me yet, I..."

I realize.

Toa looked me straight in the eye for some reason.

Beautiful blue - eyes like the sky of another world.

I couldn't distract myself.

"... a political sect"

I don't see why you said your real name to Toa then.

But for some reason I have to lie... I don't think I want to.

"Lord Nito!

There, Mr. William showed up.