Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

Beyond the door that opened up in momentum were countless arrows wrapped around a scorching flame.

Add more magic to the holy knife that wraps the cold air and wipe them away from the present, and the frozen arrows will fall to the floor one after the other.

Looking behind the room, three elves with bows and canes and two human men with swords and spears, then a magnificent man who would be a merchant sitting protected by them. It was for a moment that I put their appearance in my sight, but there was a gentle grin on the face of the merchant I saw.

- Welcome aboard.

I wonder if I've heard such words mixed with the sound of parin, parin, and ice breaking, piles that are distorted and pointed ahead by the pouring frozen arrows fall from my head. They also try to get rid of them, but it was faster for Ries to pull the bow.

"Leave it to me."

I can hear those words. No, the pile was swept away by Ries' storm-wrapped arrows.

But the enemy will not stop attacking.

As arrows and piles were blown and my vision expanded, I saw a spearman and swordsman trying to pack the distance, so I kicked the ground to take it and stand.

Twist a straight out spear around your neck and beat back the sword waved down with a reinforced holy knife. Then face the approaching spear from behind, cutting the tip of the forehead rolled out without regard for the disfigured swordsman. The spearsman slaughtered me by stuffing the intermission as it was, but the wound was shallow and not fatal due to the act taken in the remaining pattern.

I grabbed the merchant's undone spearsman at the edge of my sight while holding down the Zhu line that ran to my chest, and I didn't have time to rest, even if I gave him a chip and a tongue slap. If I jumped off the spot for the slaughter I stabbed in the back, a slash broke the floor I was standing on until one breath before, and the swordsman's voice struck my ear.

"[Flying knife]!

The invisible blade, which was flown like you predicted my landing spot, rips the clothes apart, but sweet on that degree of attack. Without fright, a broken swordsman's body stabs him on the floor, not until he wields a knife but slashes the flesh so that he can tuck in an intermission and bathe a single knife.

Though I tried to chase him, the swordsman distanced himself from me for a moment to avoid the spear thrown in for the head, and went back to the merchant to get a new sword, just like the spearsman.

- Couldn't you finish it?

Once I was alert to the two people I pulled, I went back next to Ries and raised my face, and the applause rang in the room as if to praise them.

"- I didn't know two of us in combat contending for one or two of these things. I'm afraid the customers still seem to have some leeway when they say they've got all that trick at the corner. You can't do this at dawn without asking Chairman Elatoma for a special bonus."

The merchant, who made the spearsman and swordsman serve, shows his shoulders flaunted with malicious words. There was no fear or regret in that face, and there was a bitter laugh that somewhere gave up seeped in.

But those eyes have not lost their radiance, and they are directed at me to peek at the opportunity.

I think I'm up to something...

On top of the difficulty of exploring the fine magic by being erased by the big signs of the elves, there is also the possibility of a trap like the one that was set on the road. are you trying to create a gap for spears and swordsmen by drawing my attention again?

Perhaps it's in the math that I get lost like this. There is a troubled grin on the face of the merchant with his hand on the tabletop, but he doesn't seem willing to abandon the battle.

What are you thinking behind the expression on your face?

The inner part of attitude seems to be a merchant.

If I let the merchants run sassy gaze while I gave them that rating, the merchants, spears and swordsmen would look at me all at once, while the elves' gaze was directed at Ries, with a bitter look on his face.

"Dear Ries,"

"Why are you here?

"That's a human man, too."

A voice flies from Ries' mouth as sharp as you can imagine from its poor appearance to them in a tone that rather than blame them for reflecting on their own deeds.

"Why? Do you know what you've done? I don't know what sweet words fooled me, but cutting down holy trees, abusing mama, etc. is by no means acceptable!

A bow gripped in response to a shouting liese is magical, and the air is noisy. Even though I'm not the one whose anger is being directed at, it's unintentionally breathtaking.

But the elves didn't realize, or didn't care at this level of heightened magic, the words seemed polite, but they didn't mean to apologize, etc.

"You may not understand, Elder, but it's all for the inside"

If the other two snorted at the youth's words, which would be similar years to Ries's, the magic that kept her connected and leaking would also become intense, but what an elves.

Are you dull, or do you even think this degree is not enough to fear......

Either way, it's definitely dangerous. Don't look over there. Fools don't know what to serve, and it's even more troublesome if you're a powerful man. You don't seem friendly to humans as long as you listen to your conversation with Ries, and it's going to break your bones to make them revamp.

- Well, I can tell the merchants that.

The spears and swordsmen who hide behind the arguing elves and look at my gaps like accidental firing etc. look awesome, not to mention the merchants they protect.

Based on the fact that the swordsmen and spears didn't even show a bare gesture to help when they were fighting me, or how they didn't seem to be in the eye except for Ries, it seems difficult to say that the relationship between the elves and the merchants is good, but what's wrong?

Do we have to ask these guys where the former King Pinez and Lord Velco are...

It was then that I had come up with an idea of how to attack them before they were unlikely to throw up easily, no matter what I thought.

"Master Ries. It's painful to have the holy tree that we all cherish, but it's what it takes to unlock the future of the elves."

"We must also fight to regain the pride of the elves"

"There must be no such thing as a proud elf obeying a man's son. You're the one who's hanging around it."

Piscilli and the air freeze over those words that were released compared to me and Ries.

I was watching the conversation without pinching my mouth because I didn't know much about the inner feelings and thoughts in the elf, but it was clear from me that they had stepped through Ries' mine.

Anyway, the way the magic builds up I feel right next door sucks.

If we could foresee the resumption of the battle and put our strength into the hand of holding the Holy Knife in Ries, who looked like he was outgoing into anger, we could see behind the elves that the spears and swordsmen were also regaining their gains.

"- Thousands of years early, such as those fools who no longer know the love of the Spirit, speak of the pride of the family!

He doesn't seem willing to pull on the corresponding elves while giving Ries a strange look so disconnected.

"The love of the Spirit?

"I know it all over again. Isn't that why we elves are so much better than the rest of us?"

"Isn't there just a large number of humans and so on? And yet it would be strange for us, the proud elves, to have to worry about the eyes and keep hiding in those little woods."

Zero disturbing words can come from the elves' mouths when they are alert to swordsmen and spears who are watching the opportunity from the shadow of them who say it, and then to merchants who seem to be up to something.

- I see.

It was at the same time that I figured out why they rode Maris and the others' invitations and Ries' indulgence was cut.

"Enough. No more conversation is a waste of time."

If the wind arrows unleashed by Ries, who said so and pulled the bow, blow at their feet, the elves scattered to flee will unleash their respective attacks with the bow and wand pointed this way.

If you get rid of the flying fire arrows, stone debris and thunder, even if it's me and Ries, I'm just sorry. I will use more magic to build ice walls around me to block incoming attacks.

"I'll get rid of that one first, so bear with me till then"

When he called out as he bounced the attack on the ice wall and held the amazing elves at the edge of his eyes, an invincible grin appeared on Ries' face.

"No, this would suffice. Thank you."

"Right."

I set my aim from the gap in the ice wall and laugh small at Ries for destroying Elf's wand.

Then if you follow the spears and swordsmen away from the merchant's side blindfolded of the elves' attacks and out of the enclosure of the ice wall, the sound of jalali and chains moving will plunder your ears, and I will look up to the bah and ceiling.

The swordsman standing on an expensive looking chandelier looked at me like that and laughed, without hesitation breaking off when he grabbed the thick chains connected to the ceiling.

Naturally, a lavish chandelier will fall.

We cannot afford to flip back into the enclosure of the ice wall, even as we avoid it, with the elves' magic and arrows flying on the left, the merchant's desk sitting in front, and the spearsman waiting on the right, hanging in the chains where the swordsman remained, even if he slashed his way up.

The judgment was momentary.

"[Falling]!

The difference between blocking overhead with an ice wall while falling into a hole drilled at your feet and the touch makes the sound of the glass smashing and scattering thud, and the vibrations are transmitted throughout your body.

... Whatever.

It's an operation that could involve allies and themselves if they suck, but I guess that's all it means. He doesn't want to shake it.

Then I can't disapprove either.

He reaches out to the cross section of [False] as he exhales the breath he was packing, and uses earthly magic to spread the hole aside and stand up. Then, after placing the holy knife in the sheath, drop your hips and prepare to pull out the knife, while using [Signal Detection] to check the situation over your head.

The elves and Ries were still facing each other, and the merchant sat at the desk, and the swordsman seemed to have come down and approached my hole carefully with the spearsman.

On the other hand, I count five, four, three, and grasp the holy knife pattern as I follow the signs of the two approaching at a pace to be pinched.

"- [Living slaughter]"

Flashing ice ceilings and floors at a time of two, one, and zero counting.

Two signs seem to have jumped out on the ground, but it's too late.

"[Slash Up]!

If you chop up the falling ice and the floor and split into the fragments that danced up into the universe and jump out of the hole, you look like two people ripping off the falling debris. If I set a goal for a swordsman who was nearer because of the range of the gain and packed a pause in time, this time I wave the Holy Knife while using my skills so that I don't miss the finish.

"[Ikazuki]"

Slash struck with the sound as if lightning had fallen slaughtered and lay down swordsman after sword, red scattered. I felt a definite handful, so I guess he won't get up.

It's gradually spreading blood. Without looking at a falling, immobile swordsman in the middle of the street, facing each other is a spearman who has regained his posture.

There is no need for conversation in this situation. Me and the spearsman were stepping out the moment we met.

"[Confusion pounding]!

I don't know how apt this man is for spears, but he's inferior to grandfathers and jinns.

Strengthens it with ice by casting magic on the Holy Knife with the tips that are rolled out more than once. And if you wait for the other person's skills to break off, the effect of the injury you caused earlier or the moment came not so far away.

"- Ha."

The moment the spearsman exhaled in agony, his hoot skills unravel and the spear moves dull.

The feeling of slashing meat conveyed his hand if he stepped into his nostrils without missing that chance, and after a beat, the spearsman collapsed.

Looking at Ries, wins and losses never seem to be there, and she's looking down at the elves crawling through the ground, and there doesn't seem to be a problem.

Spearmen and swordsmen alike will be important witnesses in this case.

Moving his gaze to block the wounds of the two with ice magic to stop the blood spreading on the floor, he met a grinning merchant and, at the same time, an unspeakable chill ran his back.

"- Good luck."

To whom the word of the merchant was uttered?

I don't have time to think about it. Something like wallpaper descends from the parallax and ceiling, and then I wonder if I can hear a roaring roar coming from somewhere, big pieces of wood and other pieces tapping my head and shoulders.

"Doyle! The building is collapsing!

"I know!

Froze the wounds of the two rolling at his feet as he responded to Lies' voice, and if he ran to the merchant, he was caught adulterously without resistance.

There is a big pile rolling under the desk where he was sitting, and a fist-huge hole is hollow on the wall behind him.

Perhaps this pile was the key. I thought the trap was planted when I did it, but this building itself seemed to be the biggest trick.

There are mercenaries and assassins in the entrance, one elf in the hallway on the road, and behind Mr. Richter and Julia, left and right, Theon and the others they captured.

Peek into the hole in the wall to see if you can't stop by returning the pile, but the cavity where the pile should have been was already only a dozen centimeters long and the back was filled.

"Once I pull it out, I'm not going back."

"Sounds like it."

I understood that it was impossible to stop the trick on the facts told pale and the sight I saw, I restrain the merchants with ice locks and call them outside the building.

"- Rafael, Albione. Can you help me?"

Green and blue dance in front of you fluttering if you shed your magic to attract a connection with them right there if you are aware.

'I can help you with as much as you want. My dear child.'

"So, what exactly do you do? Your husband. I've been watching it from the top, but I don't really have it. '

"I want you to help me freeze it."

If I told him so succinctly as the moment and the building broke down, Albione smiled somewhat good at figuring out what I wanted to do.

"You just have to spread my water all over the building with the power of Rafael."

"Oh. I'll leave the additions and subtractions to the two of us. Just get the building wet."

"I'll take care of it!

If you ask Albione to snort at his words, Rafael will smile like a flower, and the two will rise again. And as I glued through the room, I flew through the hallway waving as I went.

The change is invisible. But if you touch the floor, it's moist and wet, and I feel wrapped up in their power, so I'm fine.

What the hell are you doing?

"Here's what we're gonna do."

I smile back at the merchant who stares at me, and I shed my magic along the waters powered by Albione and Rafael. And.

"[Frozen]"

If you mouth the ice magic you are good at, the world changed by making noises with Peki Peki.

Frost spreads on floors and ceilings, thick ice covers to protect the walls and broken columns that were beginning to collapse, and supports the nearly broken building.

The strength and weakness of the ice are put on by Albione and Lafar, so I don't have to worry about wasting my magic. I can trust them and just freeze the water.

That's how you liberate magic. Often.

By the time the world in my eyes was filled with ice blue and frosty white, and the breath that exhaled became white stained, I could not hear the roaring roar and collapse at all, and instead I was wrapped in the tranquility as if time had stopped.

Soon the magic that was flowing eventually started to move slowly, eventually losing its destination just because it didn't need any more, so I guess the building is fine now. I feel tired from freezing it on a massive scale, but I still look good if I recall Celery training and working with Grandpa.

Stand up with that in mind and grow tall with a good grip. Then I turned my eyes to those with the elves, and there was Ries smiling.

"Brilliant. That's loved and brave by many spirits."

But when I'm done saying that, her expression changes, and I look sharply at the flashing elves. I don't know if it was from the cold or from exposure to Ries' cold gaze, but the elves' faces were blue.

In that, the merchant, not saying anything, sits back in captivity and stares at the frozen indoors. But before that, you noticed my gaze, and slowly shifted that gaze over here.

Straight behind my eyes reflecting me is fear, fear or admiration.

I can't tell from a faceless face, but there's something I have to ask him for now.

"Was it all instructed by Chairman Elatoma?

If you ask while feeling uncomfortable with your gaze without any color, the merchant's face distorts whether you reacted to the chairman's name. At last, various emotions such as envy, sadness, and remorse disappear in the eyes where the light dwells.

... because we're trying to get everything back to earth.

I guess there are a lot of things to think about.

After a lot of grit, the merchant, who turned away from me, once again looked indoors, and he sighed loudly when he observed Lièce looking down at them like that with the fallen swordsmen, spears, and pale elves.

And looking back at me in a slow motion, I laughed powerlessly.

"- No. The chairman said, 'I'm done with the Schultz Chamber of Commerce, so like it a lot when you run away'. Daimyo, you wanted to enjoy looking down from the heights at the employees who flee in a hurry. That's who Elatoma is."

Did the merchant who said so really give up this time, and lay down on the ground without the strength of his body as if he were tired?