Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

The city of Santore in the early morning is filled with morning mist, and many earned workers pass by early enough to pick up market locations. Old town away from such morning hustle and bustle.

In the land behind the church, the Lord of the newly built house looked at the machine in front of him with a serious look.

The newest magical artifact of the Old Age, made from materials of dragon species close to black dragons and their families. It was a full start-up of [Air Rider].

It was successful many times in the moving tests of the parts, but long distance travel is the first attempt. It can also be used as a motorcycle, but this time it is also a full-fledged operation of [Azi Dakarha] incorporating old age devices.

The black boxes mounted on the [Air Rider] of the old era incorporated systems for measuring altimeters and magic residues, and all the types of meters that were linked had to be implanted.

At the level of civilization in medieval Europe in the first place, it is close to impossible, for example, to create a measuring instrument that transcends the civilization of the present planet. No matter how good the condition was, I don't think the old Magic Conducting Machine will work properly.

I'm sure it will leave some anxiety.

But Zeros got the request again with ease.

Moreover, there could be a demonic outburst this time, so there was also a point in the prior investigation. The worst case scenario is to tell mercenary guilds and guards.

This process was carried out by Creston, but if you look where Zeros was already ready before he received the request, you can see that he was willing to ask for this job from the beginning.

"Bury the outer moat and induce me to respond later... nobles are not afraid. It's the usual means though"

Demonic runoff is not just a matter of zero anything.

It is a disaster that in some cases could result in devastating damage to the country.

As for Zeros, who wanted to relax and live, I wanted the troublesome noise to end as soon as possible.

"So let's go, shall we? Hmm?"

Soon, three of them, including Wookay, were on [Azi Dakarha].

"Oh? Are you going to come too?"

"Coquette! (We will also serve you. Master) '

"Coquette, Coquette (good workout, but I want to build up some real battle time. Awkward people want to test their power) '

"Cockerel! (We want to test our power too. to any land............) '

"Well, that's good. So much so..."

Three, [Grapplemaster Cocco] [Samurai Master Cocco] [Ninjamaster Cocco], a variant of Wild Cocco. Having undergone this heterogeneous mutation evolution, the cocktails are willing to fight.

I can count on you more than a bad mercenary, and you're impeccable for your warfare. Including the old man is also over-warfare, but he won't have any more problems taking them than he doesn't know what's going to happen.

White, red, silver, and black cocktails are no different than wild cocktails if only they look. Not to mention taking a fall back on wild demons.

Reconnaissance alone is really reliable.

'I don't care, where are these cocks headed, huh? You're already close to the Demon King class, aren't you?

Demon King Class is a disastrous monster born when demons have undergone excessive evolution.

According to the race, its power holds the power that could destroy one country on a single horseback. A twenty metre class givrion encountered in the Great Deep Green Zone of Farfuran, for example, but this is an individual called the Fortress Class.

The Givlion, seen around the Solister Magic Kingdom Unsurrounded, is a five-meter class, commonly referred to as the General Class. Its strength was comparable to that of Oak General.

The evolution of the individual is extreme even in environmental and level differences, and it is not possible to determine the class in general, but this was common sense in the areas inhabited by people.

Common sense, for example, is something that can be repainted immediately, but I can't rank evolutionary demons any more than I've never confirmed a phenomenal existence.

impossible for any scholar, such as to predict the course of evolution.

"So, shall we... ha, sleepy..."

When Zeros crosses [Azi Dakarha], he plugs in the instruction key.

Magic travels through the entire fuselage from a compressed magic tank, and the old system begins to run.

The shielded wappon mounted on both sides of [Azi Dakarha] falls to the left and right, and the exterior cover slides to make the built-in crystal sphere noticeable.

Then, a magical formula built into the black box unfolded, forming a force field contrary to gravity.

"Aero Thruster, start! Direction......... Northwest Fit?

While checking the azimuthal magnet, he reoriented [Azi Dakarha] and slowly ascended into space.

"Pash! Pash! 'and listening to the pneumatic sounds of the diverting subthrusters that were thrown out, Zeros looked at the streets of Santore, which gradually became smaller.

"Ooh... this is a spectacular view. It's touching."

The appearance of a fortified city with thin mist was a truly fantastic sight.

While savoring something called unspoken emotion, I regretfully twist the throttle.

High pressure air was ejected from the thrusters, accelerating [Azi Dakarha] and rushing through the skies of different worlds. 'Wonderful, different worlds......' and so on and so on...

Zeros realizes once again the privilege of those who can fly. He was an old man whose romance surpassed the troubles requested and immersed himself in a sense of superiority rushing through the sky.

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Organisms have to eat to live.

Neither can man, but roughly all creatures cannot escape this logic.

Even in plants, nutrients are taken from the roots and photosynthesized to live. Living is directly linked to eating, because even the undead cannot exist without gaining magic from the outside.

But what happens if we deviate significantly from that logic?

[Great Givrion], who kept moving, was also starving, unable to escape the logic.

Too gigantic a body seeks much food, but there is no food to satisfy this realm that Givrion is ravaging. Every bait was small, and it was finally barely surpassed with the corpses of his family by the constantly causing hunger. Traveling requires so much nutrition, it is natural to be hungry.

And no large organism existed in the land to satisfy its hunger.

Many demons fled when they perceived the presence of Givrion, and the families who chased them also gradually fell off because of hunger.

Animals are faithful to their instincts and sensitive to danger. It would be natural to do everything possible to escape from an unbeatable existence. Running away is one survival strategy.

But Guivrion was traveling according to his instincts, but at one point he senses that there is an anomaly in himself at the border. The speed of movement also drops, and the movement slows down gradually.

But that's never 'death'. I realize it's a modulation that turns into something new.

"How can this hunger be filled? ',' Where should I go? '. These questions were always coming and going in my thoughts, but at the same time I understood that the time of liberation was approaching.

'Soon enough, this suffering will be filled......'. Hungry giant creatures follow their instincts and quietly wait for the time to change themselves.

Eating relatives exposing corpses to the field...

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Rivalry Frontier Uncle Territory. It is the home defense stronghold of the Solister Magic Kingdom, bordering the borders of the Metis Holy Law Empire.

It was about three weeks ago that there was an anomaly in the land.

Multiple demons of habit appeared that were supposed to be individual and territorial, and began to vandalize neighboring villages and towns.

The Libertarian border ambassador also embarked on a deal, sending mercenaries and knights, but the situation gradually followed a path of deterioration.

Let's just say it was brilliant to deal with it quickly. But he gave his life to temporarily evacuate neighboring residents from the demonic threat of gradually increasing numbers.

There was just no way to deal with a growing horde of demons.

"Commander of the Arlev battalion, evacuation of each villager is complete!

"Thank you. So, how was the demon?

"It's not a lot of opponents, but there's a lot of them, no matter what. It was like he was running away from something."

"Really...... Maybe this isn't just a... [rampage]"

After returning from the Farfran Great Deep Green Zone escort, Arlev was recognized for his strength and appointed captain of the battalion. My former men also joined that subordinate in a roundup and now emerge as Secret Service Ranger Knights.

Their strength, returning from a ridiculously weak and forceful hell, made them famous for lightly thrusting the other knights and harshly training the newly subordinated knights for experiencing hell.

The street name I named [Earlev the Ethereal Ghost]. However, thanks to their strenuous training, their men are currently on assignment without anyone calling them. Troop wear rates were much lower than other battalions.

Now he was one of the leading generals of the Knights.

"If not [rampant], did something powerful demon emerge?

"I can only assume so. Besides, the countries ahead..."

"Metis Holy Law Divine Kingdom...... Did they do something to you? I just think the other demon is coming this way."

"Right now, my country is being seen as an enemy by that country. You know why?

"Well... I guess it's because I started selling restorative magic. There are already mercenaries out there with the lowest healing magic, and the value of sacred magic will be lost."

"They're old stinkers who can't recognize technological advances. You want to put it on something and pull your leg."

In terms of improving the quality and developing magic props and magic drugs, the Solister Magic Kingdom and the Saint Magic Kingdom of Metis were in direct conflict.

Mathis Holy Law The Reich side is biased against magic, saying, 'Throw away the bad knowledge that twists and bends the reason of nature!' and impending in a high-pressure attitude, 'whereas there can be no development without technological progress! The priestly clothes you are wearing will also be the product of magic technology!!' I argued.

We had a scattered debate, and what happened as a result...

"You defy the will of God!! You wicked wizards!!

"Why do I have to ask your country for your opinion?" It will be natural to devote yourself to the development of the country, but you are not going to interfere in our internal affairs!!

"What the heck, a monstrous drug to confuse the hearts and minds of the traitors!! Why do people not understand that they are happy to remain natural!!

"It's your country that gets it! What an evil creature the fairy is protecting, don't play with it!!

"The fairy is the purest race! There is no such thing as a filthy heart. It's an innocent race! Aren't you the ones interfering in internal affairs?!

"Ha! What a pure race. That pure race is laughing at the Guerraggeration of human beings and animals in pieces, huh? So the priests protect them by saying they're pure or something? It doesn't matter how much the people sacrifice, does it? You're a great believer in God."

"Ki, you!! Blaspheme God's family and get out of the way!!

'You're superior, you're not dealing with him!!

- And this is how it will be confronted head-on. Already the deal with the Methodist kingdom of Metis was to be severed and, conversely, cooperation with the neighbouring countries was to be strengthened.

Also behind this quarrelling waist diplomacy was steadily underway street work on the old Dwarf underground ruins. The Holy Father of Mathis, who thought it would be the Solister side that would be in trouble if he could no longer trade, would stop trading with the intention of first imposing economic sanctions.

But it wasn't until after I got the news that the underground street was finished that I found out it was a trap.

This connects the Mineral Resources (Kingdom of Isalas), the Troublesome Divine Enemy (Atorum Empire), and the Apostolic (Solister Magic Kingdom). The economic sanctions are behind it.

In front of interrupting diplomacy with a strong attitude, I did not go to ask you to bow your head and resume the deal, and these small countries other than these three countries have also interlocked to provoke opposition.

The intention to impose economic sanctions takes the opposite form.

Moreover, due to the unknown earthquake that struck the country and the unidentified attack that collapsed the country's centre, the Holy Law Reich of Metis cannot receive assistance from outside.

Strong diplomacy caused by the difference in national power has led to a situation that cannot be lowered to the point of lowering its head.

"Well, that's why it's not weird that they're harassing you."

"Is that country stupid? I just think you're licking diplomacy."

"Until now, sacred magic has been important in our country. It is difficult for a magician to use healing magic. But I can't help it because it's been done in other countries."

"We published it almost at the same time, didn't we? I can see it was obviously set up..."

"They fought a war on the kingdom of the Beasts and lost a great deal, and now they must be without the power of war. It's not strange to imitate demons."

"It's terrible to harass you."

"Or... have you seen a monster that has to be pushed against another country?"

I can speculate a lot, but I don't know anything at this point.

It was best to struggle to contain this mess somehow.

"Earlev battalion captain oh, reports of evacuee carriages being attacked by demons!! Rescue request is coming from the platoon captain!!

"Get Marton Platoon on his way! Who would let you die alone!!

"Copy that! I'm sending a message to Captain Marton Platoon!

"Hurry up, things don't even get a moment's respite! We are the shield and sword of the people, forget its pride!!

"Copy that!"

Whatever it is, it is now a prerequisite to evacuate the people.

Earlev's battalion has capitalized on the experience of the Farfran Great Deep Green Zone and has gained unprecedented intensive training. Enough to go to the Devil's Forest again if necessary.

If you're a half-breed demon, there are multiple fierce men out there who can easily beat you, most of them in platoon captainship. The training gave us two dishonourable names, but we have all the strength to match the results.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is precisely an elite unit.

"… Now, how much damage can be contained"

"You can't save everything. I'm sorry for your lack of strength."

The number of knights is limited.

No matter how fast you act, you don't just have the strength to make it all up to you. There will be little sacrifice.

Arlev is disgusted by the fact that he sees humans as numbers, although it is his job to keep that number of victims under control. And I couldn't help but hope that the number of its victims would be small if I could.

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There was a shadow peeking into the people attacked by demons from the woods.

Residents who had evacuated villages or towns everywhere were monitoring the situation from the shadows in the midst of a current demon attack.

At the end of his gaze, it was the knights on the escort who were dealing with the demons, but the knights were slightly different.

"Ola Ola! Come on then!!

"Experience...... yummy inside. Kukukuku......"

"You're in a feeding state, I guess. Kukekekeke ~"

I don't know... I was crazy.

For them, all the demons coming at them were bait to become stronger.

Speaking of why he became such a knight, the cause lies in the Army Reform of the Arlevs.

Upon the request of the Duke of Solister's family, Ahrev and his men headed to the Great Deep Green Zone of Farfran, survived in a culinary rampant of weak predators and learned of their powerlessness.

And they got stronger than that.

The strength pushed the other knights overwhelmingly, and they were envied and praised by many, but they focused on training themselves there without being proud.

For if demons appeared in flocks from the Great Deep Green Zone, they knew for sure that they could not be defeated in the present Knights. And he went again to the land.

You learned from previous experience, the Arlevs fought the demons against you without ever being alarmed. Remember magic as a means of attack.

Pharmaceuticals and alchemy also managed to get the means to recover, even in harsh environments, and when they survived two weeks of survival, they succeeded in bringing their personal level to 500.

When he returns again, all of them will be promoted out of their overwhelming strength and will take care of many of their men.

To train their men, they once again set out to the Great Deep Green Zone. The new American knights will be baptized by harsh nature.

You already know that. Whenever they returned from the Great Deep Green Zone of Farfuran, the knights, painfully immature, greeted with a variety of knowledge and learned magic to train themselves, once again headed for the land.

Repeating it will increase the number of knights who have become as strong as fools.

Well, the demons that live around here are the same as the miscellaneous fish. I am no longer their enemy.

For them today, the demons attacked in the runoff are meat as well as a useful trial to build their vocational skills. It's no different than a duck coming bearing an onion.

"Oi! I'm on my way over there, don't let them get away with it!!

"Who are you talking to, there's no way I'm going to be such a jerk!!

"Move your hands because it's good, what if there's damage to the people!!

Screaming but surely wielding out demons, he waves his sword down toward the next prey.

A glance at the amputated demon also waved his sword at the next demon. No gaps exist there.

'Hey, what the... these guys. You're unscrupulous and strong!?

A spy who was lurking in the shadows. [Sharanla] fought over the overwhelming viciousness of the knights.

Not even the Holy Knights are so unscrupulous. They don't have the strength to destroy everything against the demons that attack them as a grand election.

But the Solister Saints had crushed several demons with a glimmer and were still overwhelmed while protecting the people.

Initially planned to push Hells Legion against the Solister Magic Kingdom, we were supposed to be intoxicated by the hunt for hardware and the killing in the name of heretical interrogation.

But the thoughts of the heretical Inquisitors are far off, and the actions of the Holy Knights are swift, protecting the people, yet fighting well. No, I could afford to slap him lightly in the mouth.

Fighting directly from the front makes it impossible to win as many sharanlahs as you want.

'This is so bad...... Even if this one is on top of the battle force, the quality of the knight is overwhelmingly defeated...'

Sharanla's aim is to lure out her brother Zeros, who is somewhere in this country.

Rejuvenated by [Secret Medicine for Rejuvenation], she has only a few years of life left with its side effects. I didn't want to die, so I was looking for Zeros, and I was looking for an antidote to put an end to the effects of secret drugs.

But there is no antidote to this secret drug in the first place. No, if it's a means that I can't exactly recommend, it exists.

Zeros was not willing to have mercy on his sister either, and even others had a reason not to want to persevere with this means, but now let's put that aside.

Sharanla had to get the antidote to anything.

"Hmm?"

"What's up?

"No... I felt like someone was watching me... No, you're definitely being seen."

"There may be demons hidden somewhere. I don't think he's rational in a runaway state..."

"Yabba!? How sharp of you, no one's ever seen you before!

Sharanla's strength did not stand out by saying this.

It's a threat from the inhabitants of this world, but from the knights of Solister, so are the miscellaneous fish. If it is a battle, it will definitely be defeated.

Above all, she has nomination arrangements in this country. I can't show myself in a detour.

'This place... you'd better run. What a troublesome country!!

While spitting evil, Sharanla walked away from the scene.

I still don't know that behind the birth of those shitty knights, the brother you were looking for was involved, etc.

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Sharanla came back to the stronghold where the heretic inquisitors were, desperately.

Sometimes she is a nominee, but she is currently wearing a cleric's coat.

You can deflect someone else's perception by simply erasing the signs, but if you can see the white cleric clothes, the effect will also disappear. Then you won't get away with it.

Besides, he was snooping through the battle of the knights from the shadows without escaping. No one would be more suspicious to think about normally.

The biggest reason is, if you're in the Holy Law Reich of Matisse, the priests who preach in other countries will never go to war.

'I've come to treat knights fighting on the front lines' if it's a true clergy, but unfortunately Sharanla can't use the magic of the recovery system. Remembering healing magic has little effect.

"Phew... that's a real pain in the ass. This isn't going to make you any money. I don't know where that idiot is either..."

"Sharanla, are you back? What was the front line like? How much damage could the knights have done?

Joss Fork, who was beside her, came first to ask about the war.

Their role is to push Hells Legion to other countries, but the situation is not very fragrant.

The Great Guivrion movement is slowly falling in the report, and other family species are beginning to disperse on their own. It has succeeded in attracting large books, but it makes no sense for the lower species of G to diffuse here.

"The situation sucks. We're destroying the demon that ran us off from one end of the line. The knights of this country are too strong."

"Stupid...... no, the entrance to the Farfran Great Deep Green Zone is beside the country. It may well be that the knight is strong. Like the Atorum Empire?"

"Think about it normally. You can't win, can you? Suppose we just succeed in pushing?

"I'm not kidding. We haven't enjoyed it yet! I promised to take this position because I could kill someone else. If I missed it here, I'd wait for a while..."

"But hey... the knight is unusual. It's crazy."

Most heretical inquisitors are pleasure killers. If they go back to the country without doing anything like that, they will be turned to tidying up chores in a small room for a while.

Just because the superficial titles were clerics, they were usually in a position to be treated as choreographers. The rebel forces have been quiet lately to enjoy torture, and there is no turn for heretical interrogators.

"I have no choice. Expand the scope of this rampage..."

"Well, there are as many pawns as you'd like to die of. If you're going to occupy it, you'd better hit your hand in some village."

"Both clerics in this country treat themselves as traitors in their own country. Somewhat, you could put some restraint on them. We're not in trouble."

"Oh, poor thing. Seriously preaching, but you're a terrible cleric."

"They're heretics. Then you can rub your sins on the heretics, right?

Most of the clerics who tour other countries and perform missionary activities may be dissatisfied with the present-day Methodist kingdom of Metis.

I wouldn't even say, "Punish the doubts," but he was a disturbing being because of his general good sense and sense of justice. For those who drown in power, they want it to disappear.

Anyway, if you're in the way, you can let another country take care of you. Political enemies disappear, and above all they become materials to ascribe to the Solister Magic Kingdom.

The current Methodist Reich of Metis was in a politically painful position.

"Damn... why do we have to flatter the guys up there? This is better if you were just a criminal."

"It's as easy as you can move freely, isn't it? Well, if you get caught, you're dumb."

"Hmm! Am I gonna be such a jerk? The fool caught left too much evidence. I just don't think I'm smart."

"I agree with that. Well, then, I'll be giving directions to the devout fools. 'You cannot let God's glory be known as it is. Please, keep your lives with me,' I'll ask you in tears."

"You're a terrible woman, too. Kill others for your own benefit?

"Oh, I'm just doing you a favor? It is up to them to choose death. You don't just want to kill people."

"You're not. We are only sending sinners to God. This is the will of the four gods."

Nothing would be more convenient for a pleasure killer, a great name to justify a murder.

A big country that is being set up with political pressure the other way around, but for crazy criminals this big name is a pretty worthwhile handbill.

"Cutting Off to Those Who Avenge God," the heretical inquisitors can do this great deed and justify their own deeds.

Even if they were captured, they were willing to push all the blame on the Pope. "Death or death," so to speak. I even keep in mind that it will be truncated.

Whatever the personal difference, those who run into pleasure killings have unique values and even enjoy themselves dying as one of pleasures. Those who were only vicious because they had faith.

Sharanla, who can even discuss it on a par with such people, is, in a sense, similar.

'Kill the money, but you get it, but there's nothing you can do about life expectancy. Wait, Satoshi... I'll find you. "

In her dictionary, the letter 'punish' does not exist.

Because I always have only dreams of my convenience and can't assume the worst consequences.

That's all I haven't noticed. That this fantasy world is incompatible by the worst for her -.

I completely forgot that common sense in modern Japan does not work in this world. I've even seen painful eyes before...