An Unemployed Small-Town Girl Pulled Out The Enchanted Sword: She Can’t Become The Hero, So She’ll Become the Demon King Instead

"Crusade the Demon King. Come on!? I'm not kidding!

Another applicant for the quest left the tavern.

This will be the fifth, but when the applicants say the name Demon King Crusade, they leave the tavern without ordering a quest.

It's the end of the day when some of them yell like they do now or even curse the brave men who want to crusade the Demon King.

To the clouds that had become suspicious, the brave men were gradually losing their words.

"Chip! What are you gonna do when you're in a world like before again!

An applicant who left walked down the road spitting on the side of the road.

And a little man who's wrong about it. It's a dwarf with a big helmet on his head and a huge axe on his back.

Side by side the passing man, Dwarf knocked on the door of the liquor store.

"I've seen the Demon Crusade quest. Do you have a client?

"It's us. We're recruiting volunteers for the Demon King Crusade."

Eliza stated the contents first without even letting Dwarf sit down, as she also told me to leave as soon as possible if I were to.

But Dwarf lowered his hips to the seats of the braves without leaving.

"Demon King crusade? I don't know how strong they are, but there's no shortage for them."

"Are you joining me?

Depends on the amount.

When Eliza glanced at Maria, Maria removed a tightly packed wipe from her nostalgia.

When you put it in front of Dwarf and loosen the wipes string, there's a whole bunch of gold in there.

"An advance. Double your reward for success."

"Fine. Let's take it."

When I tied the strings of the wipes that were served to my strength, I went to my nostalgia.

"What about your prowess? From what I've seen, you seem to be a Dwarf warrior, but have you ever fought the Demons?

In a questionable Dorothy inquiry, Dwarf showed off the necklace he had on his chest when he snorted roughly and laughed.

Black necklace like polished beast nails. The brave men recognized that the thick and sharp nails would probably be dragons and the like, not beasts.

"My name is Hawkins, the Dwarf warrior! You think I've fought demons before? I even have experience in dragon extermination as opposed to demons. This necklace was a trophy then. They cut off the claws of the dragon they defeated as a sign of victory."

"You got a dragon!? I didn't knock him out on his own."

"Don't lick the dwarf. I'm a warrior in the Dwarf clan for one or two. I have trouble being told to give proof, but I succeeded in dragon exorcism by myself. If that's incredible, we can work together here."

I put on my arm and looked to Dorothy.

When it comes to dragons, they are monsters with powerful magic. It is common to defeat with a guild or a legion of kings, something that can only be accomplished with considerable skill, such as crusading the dragon alone.

Dwarf says he did it.

But Hawkins' body succeeded, as it proved, and the wounds that would have gone through numerous strifes were on somewhere in his body.

The giant axe is also getting old, but the blade is polished and glowing, and its pattern is discolored to dark brown by sucking sweat and oil to tell the story of being gripped for years.

"I get the point. You said Hawkins. Welcome… to our brave party"