Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

The first thing I saw in my eyes when I went out to the plains were the bandit-like beasts surrounding four carriages of carriage with the merchants who had been turned around and stopped their legs. Whether it's because we have a distance to our goal, or because we're concentrating on prey in front of each other, we're still unaware of our existence.

But this close enough for my eyes and ears. While appreciating my high physical abilities, I run my eyes from horseback to merchants and bandits to grasp the situation in detail.

"You all stay inside!

"Captain! We will protect the carriage as it is!

Among the four escorts hired by the merchants, if the magician-like woman and the bowman shouted so as they packed the merchants into the carriage, a man with a long sword called the captain and a young man carrying two song knives pulled out their respective weapons.

"All beasts mean these guys have been rumored bandits lately"

"I think so. What do you want to do?

"If the rumors are true, you should give up loading"

"I knew...... Uh, already! I thought we could have some good food this evening at the corner!

The conversation between the captain and the young man, who stood to protect the carriage on which the client rode, was a relaxing one for confronting the bandits. But there are no gaps between the two of them, and the dissatisfied young man, of course, the captain's eyes, standing carelessly with the cutting-edge of his long sword to the ground, are firmly following the movements of the bandits and vigilant.

- You're both hand-worked.

This won't easily take my life, exhaling in relief, and I head to the rear of the carriage.

It was a moment, but from what I saw, all four seemed used to the position of escort. Between our senses in the woods and our arrival here, we gathered merchants and men in one place to make it easier to protect them, and the bowmen and wizards we boarded the carriage with were willing to work only with our clients' escorts, with no sign of movement at all. If any, the captain and youth would be able to focus on crusading bandits without worrying about the merchants.

The division of roles between them is clear, and we can see that the target ranking is clearly set, as can be seen from the fact that the horse remains attached to the unmanned carriage. Good team.

In the worst case scenario, I have decided to give priority to human life for each wagon, but I am not willing to give me the product easily. The bandits' heads seem to have reached the same conclusion as mine to the sight of such escorts' temper, and I fly instructions to my men.

"Buy time. Three... No, five of you follow me. You're me and the Longsword man, the other with four left. Perhaps the opponent will do everything in his power to escort him to his position and kill him if he distracts him."

"" "" "Roger!

"All you have to do is take the carriage, and if you steal it, leave. Remember there's a bowman and a magician in the lead carriage."

"" "" Yes!

Not sure if it was a dog or a wolf, but following the life of a head pinned with black hairy beast ears, the bandits began their second-hand split action.

The group led by the head goes to the captain and the youth, and one of the four men who went to take the carriage is alert to the attack from two escorts in the carriage.

- This one's a pro, too.

Zero chips and tongues were struck at the heads that quickly and accurately distributed their power and at the faces of the bandits who moved their instructions to immediate action.

The ability to accurately measure enemy power is a testament to the certainty of the strength of your head, as well as the fact that that's all you're stepping on the number of places. Besides, they have a clear relationship up and down. Since codes of conduct exist more or less in groups with a clear chain of command, it is probably also decided what to do in the event of unforeseen circumstances.

My head declared 'buy time'......

You must flee as soon as you feel disadvantaged. Then it will be harder to capture bandits than it is to be a priority for human life.

Regretting that I should have gone to the merchants, I lined up next to the carriage that was running at the rear of the three cars that began to run in a different direction than Fortrace, the merchant's destination.

"- What?"

Then he slashed off the carriage and the two horses that the bandits were after as he noticed me lined up beside him and circled his eyes at the edge of his sight.

Horses lightened by the cargo being slashed apart run at higher speeds with bandits on board, sideways the sight of a powerless carriage stopping movement in the middle of the plain. I drive Bran.

There are two carriages left that have been taken. When I noticed the chaser and looked to the destination of the carriage that broke up to the left and right, and decided to clear the one whose path was relatively stable first, I told Blanc to that effect.

"Bran, left."

'I'll take care of it!

Look at the approaching carriage as you feel it accelerating with your skin.

- I'll have everything back.

Yes, running Bran whining in his chest, he looks back reflexively feeling something of a killer. Then the beast man, who produced a splendid horn that evoked bullfighting, was approaching with a trident spear in one hand.

The distance shrinks without time to zero tongue at the fact that the perimeter was too distracted by the recapture of the load and the fury of the cattle beast man, who grew up as he glanced, strikes his ear.

"I won't let you get in the way!

I enter the interception position while deciding that you were the beast man who was alert to pursuing from the escort, and take it with a long sword like sewing a triple tip.

- It's against the rule to go side by side with the bran you're running!

While hiding his chest stunned by the high physical ability of the cattle beast man who caught up with him instantly, Zach ran his gaze to his body to make sure he didn't know he was in possession of any other weapon, I pull out the sword that was tangled in the tip of my ear.

"[Earthwall]"

If you build a wall between you and the Beast Man while swallowing the spear into the earth to separate the way, the dull sound of an unstoppable Beast Man hitting the wall sounds. Hearing the sound on his back, he went to the second carriage and slashed the horse apart, and he was offended by the beast man with the brown wings on his back.

"Don't let your human flair get you on track!

That's right, after throwing away, the beast man with his big wings jumps off the back of the horse and heads toward the dirt wall.

- Do you give precedence to your people over your own perseverance?

Holding a cow beast man who is fainting or doesn't move Pickle heavily, horizontally going up to the sky with yolo, I carve into my memory that they are the type to take care of my body. He then doubted that none other than the ox beast man was irresistible and had too little hesitation in fleeing.

Until I say it's because I care about my body, but it's too dramatic. If you can fly away, such as a bird beast man, you didn't even notice the carriage that stopped you from moving, even though it seemed like it would be nice to put one or two smaller loads in your nostrils. If it's a bandit, isn't it something with a little more obsession with prey?

With that in mind, it was then that I tried to run Bran toward the last carriage. The words of my head go past my brain, and I panic and look around.

Six bandits fighting escorts and Mr. Richters in the rear.

Did the load give up? One bandit on a horse running forward and two bandits fleeing to the sky.

And one bandit still running and running off a horse with a carriage.

- Not enough.

I notice a contradiction between the sight in my eyes and the number of signs I was feeling in the woods, and I tongue.

When I was using [Signal Detection], there were certainly signs of chasing the merchants for eleven. Where's the other one I missed!? While in a hurry, use your skills to re-examine your surroundings.

And the moment I felt another place out of sight, I panicked and pulled Bran's reins.

"We're going back, Bran!

"To? But the other one..."

"One missed is approaching the carriage of the merchants!

"! Copy that!

Breathtaking in my words, Bran then squeezes his expression, turning straight back with a light foot twist, and runs out. Leaving herself to use [the whole human horse] to make it easier for Blanc to run with momentum kicking the ground, and replacing the ground where she was going flat, her eyes matched those of the bird beast man flying through the sky blinking her eyes.

There is not noticed amazement or remorse on the face of the bird beast man, but a heartfelt strange look like I don't know what happened.

- No way, the signs you missed have nothing to do with the Bandits?

Such a question passes behind my brain about the difference between me and the bird beast man who blinks his eyes and drops it off in a hurry.

The bird beast man is on the lower end, and it is also possible that he was not informed of the existence of the other. But I didn't think that those who set up operations that made individual lives a priority over securing prey would companion such dishonest, or worse still, disposable candidates, so much as wonder if they were really bandits.

Then there are ten bandits, and it is also possible that we are unaware that there is another person, apart from ourselves, who was chasing the merchant army. If there's one other thing besides the merchants and the bandits and us that has a different purpose, it's outrageous. That means that that's all that's hidden in that merchant army.

'I will arrive, Master Doyle!

It puzzles me that it wasn't just a merchant squad, and at the same time increases the expectation that this could be a handover to the royal castle. In the meantime, Ha returned to me with the voice of Bran who struck me in the ear. I interrupted my thoughts and concentrated my consciousness on the status quo.

"Did all three of them get hit?

"No, I'm still running one!

"Then buy some time."

After hissing, a beat late, an upset runs among the bandits who were fighting, and a surprise comes to the faces of the escorts and Mr. Richter.

"That horse is fast and tearful."

"Something's changing your blood phase and you're back, okay?

"-Do!?

"What's wrong, young man!

Seeing this one in the wake of the Captain's inquiry caused Mr. Richter to manage to mislead me, although I was surprised that Julia put my name to the mouth.

To answer their questions like that, again, I scream out loud to see how everyone reacts.

"We have the eleventh raider!

In my words, the escorts and Richters looked out for the bandits and stopped moving for a moment.

- All of them, irrelevant?

Judging by the attitude of the bandits and the escorts, I order Blanc to jump over their heads.

"Fly!"

'Yes!'

Help by using the wind magic [float] as the bran jumps. As we flew more than a dozen meters to the side of the wagon where the merchants were boarding, the head of the bandits who returned to me and the escort, known as the captain, raised their voice.

"Retreat! Scatter!

"Alc, Cheney! Protect the merchants!

The bandits ran away in all directions, listening to the captain's words, the magician tied the line to the carriage, and landed Bran on the side so that the bowman could tie the arrow and be vigilant, and I jumped off the horse and ran. Then he waved down his sword as he activated [a flash of his first blow] to the signs found in the sign detection.

"Huh!"

The feeling of slashing something conveys the palm, the breath that pushed and killed the voice plunders the ear. If I waved my sword through again relying on signs and breath, I could finally see my platinum hair dancing with the sound of kicking the ground.

At the same time, when I see the killer who showed up after the hoods on his jacket were removed from his jumping clap, I am convinced of the existence of the magic prop.

The eleventh chaser, who was lost in a bandit raid and was about to sneak into a carriage, was a girl of her age, like whether she was in her twenties or not. Straight stretched platinum hair is cut all around the chest, with dark green eyes reminiscent of the forest.

But the voice was more calm than I could imagine from a young look.

"I didn't think anyone would hurt a spirited coat."

As long as I look at her face, which surprises me when I look at the sleeve where the bloody seeping arm peeps, I discuss that coat seems to have other effects than hiding myself.

And what is spiritual protection, not magic props......

I roar all over my chest saying it's been a pain in the ass at the same time as I get more alert to her.

It is also possible that she got the coat, which happened to be protected by the Spirit, somewhere. But if a person under the protection of the Spirit is chasing this merchant corps and she is confronted becomes its collaborator, I may become hostile to the Spirit-protected recipient in this matter. Then I'm just sorry, too, and it's often more detrimental than profits.

That said, I can't go back any further than I've stuck my neck in this way.

"- Seems separate from the bandits earlier, but who is it? What can I do for this merchant squad?

While I was worried that it would be okay to go deeper into the matter, I wanted to get a little idea of the situation and asked her to turn a complicated eye on me.

But when she clouds her words, she wears the hood again.

"He who hurts the protection of the Spirit is both a threat and a hope. But you can't just talk about my mission to people who just happened to want to go through with it"

Her figure disappears as the hood covers her head, but there are signs. If we move immediately, I'll get her.

But I stopped stepping on her pointy ear, which I glimpsed just before I put on the hood.

"[Metastasis]"

Her signs also disappear with the word. But seeing her dewy ears made her guess, her race was deeply memorable.

"Alc, Cheney. Are the employers safe?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"No problem inside, but what about the bandits?

"All fled. But it looks like two carriages are safe."

"Oh, really?

"That helps! To collect it immediately."

As the escorts and merchants have such conversations in the carriage of carriages on their backs, if they feel signs of sight approaching and raise their faces, they will meet with Mr. Richter.

"- I seem to have let you get away with it, what did you do?

Intentionally, the word tells Richter, who has asked not to sound, that it was an "elf" without making it sound. And if I shook my head that I couldn't speak here any more, the look was slightly stronger.

With a slightly lost look on his face, Richter spins his words without turning his back on the wagon after the patrol and speaking in the same voice as I did earlier.

'Their sword muscles had something in common. Perhaps those who have been trained in some country as soldiers.'

If he nodded bitterly at the words, Mr. Richter turned his body to the carriage again to avoid being questioned by the escorts and merchants. While I look sideways at Julia with her horse next to him like that, I think of the merchants I haven't seen yet.

A bandit regiment that has been trained as a soldier and a merchant army that was attempted to be attacked by an elf wrapping a coat protected by the Spirit. I waited for the merchants to come out of the carriage, roaring in my heart that this encounter would be auspicious or vicious.