Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

large fountains and the forest trees that surround them. I can't hear anything but the sound of leaf rubbing.

It is the question of glow that brought the silence. Before the glow of coughing up on all fours on the edge of the fountain is Queen Moana with a puzzling look on her face.

All of a sudden, they questioned the sanity of the existence that they didn't respect. Normally, it wouldn't be strange to come stuck around. It would be a rude, extreme question.

In fact, people refrain from being around the queen - six warrior-style men and women, two men and women who are not warrior-like but seem to be used to fighting. Unlike the others, there is one woman in clothing who is somehow reminiscent of a samurai - an atmosphere that can't be described as pleasant.

Most of all, I don't feel like a "fanatic" without trying to blame Hikaru for his rude remarks as one person. I don't know if that's due to a healthy faith, or just because it's contained by the separation that preceded the queen.

Gwanghui looked at the ambience around him and Moana, confused with her hands offered, and rushed to apologize that it was an awkward statement.

"Shh, sorry, all of a sudden. There was a bit of trauma in God's presence..."

"Or traumatize God? Or have you ever met such a presence?

Moana and the others had a startling look at the glowing words of being associated with a paranormal being called God. I wonder if the youth in front of me is enough to be chosen for a great existence different from that of Fortina.

But it will end in the words of the next glow.

"... Yes. Possessed by an acquaintance, though. I only thought of people as pawns of play, and they were gods who caused wars, brainwashed, and if I got tired of sending in messengers to kill all of humanity."

"God, no. Absolutely, something evil."

Magnificent scratch from the Queen. The tone is changing. Maybe this one's vegan.

Mitsui took Moana's hand as she laughed bitterly and said, "Maybe."

"Yep. Perhaps, Fortina? I think he summoned me to something refreshing... I just want to see if I can get back to where I started."

Moana coughed up one thing when she felt the strength of a fighter just like herself from the hand of a well-shaken glow. I guess I put the disturbed spirit and tone back on.

Then I lowered my brow like I was having a little trouble,

"I'm sorry. We're confused, to be honest. I've never heard Master Fortina so clearly, and it's like a gag to see someone from different worlds come along like you."

"I mean..."

"Oh. As you can see, if your" original location "is definitely in another world, we don't have the art of getting it back. I mean, you're really from another world, aren't you?

"Yeah, I think so..."

To try, Kwanghui tries to come up with the names of kingdoms and empires, but there is no response. Alternatively, the possibility of an unknown continent in Tortoise… cannot be denied, but beyond Moana and the others having no power to recall, in the end we have no choice but to make contact with Master Fortina or explore the art of return on our own.

(Or will he pick you up? Shizuku asked me to show up with a troublesome face)

"He" floats in the back of his brain - there's a bitter laugh in Hajime. Neither the art of crossing the world, nor the art of finding the glow, will he be able to do without it in his hands.

Moana and the others looked worried to see how Shining was pushed from shock to laughter.

To Moana and the others, who somehow see the goodness of people through, Kohinoo smiles, feeling a little relieved, that it's okay.

"Excuse me. With that said, I still had to introduce myself. I call Hikaru Heavenly River. - He's just a swordsman."

"Swordsman..."

You don't call yourself a brave man, and Moana and the others have once again bewildered themselves. but before the perplexity became a question and came out of his mouth, Mitsui stood up and overlaid the words.

"Whether this is a different world or an unknown place in the original world, there's no choice if you can't go home. Can you tell me a lot of different reasons why I was called? Your Majesty."

"Ah, oh. Right. Looks like they really threw me out into the fountain all of a sudden, and I'll let you explain as much as I can. Also, you don't have to worry about food and clothing. I'm still the queen. As good as feeding each customer, no problem."

Moana, who regained her mind, winked with tea glare when she said so. The atmosphere of the venue soothes a little, and the squire smiles slightly.

"And I don't mind Moana about me. I'm a guest entrusted to Master Fortina. Positively, you can think of it as more than my size. So you don't have to be afraid, do you?

"Ah, right. There will be some external things......, let me call you Dear Moana. Language... please stay put."

"Mm, well..."

Moana drops her shoulder a little too bad. Guanghui stroked down his chest that the headache look on the squire's face shortly after Moana told him not to be afraid became a thankful expression in the words of Guanghui, which was sure to be his response.

Apparently this queen. Sounds like a pretty shapebreaking personality, which is something you seem used to on the battlefield enough to make a scratch.

"Then let me call you Shining. Do you mind?

"Yes, of course."

"Mm-hmm. Then glow. There are a few safety issues around here, so I'd like to move as soon as possible. If you hurry, you'll be able to reach the king's capital before sundown."

Moana nods "OK" to the glow that snorts if there is no difference. And to the samurai-style woman next door, I shifted my gaze.

"Anil. It can't be a wet mouse forever. Please."

"Yes, Your Majesty.... pray. The grace of the sun and the wind." Embrace the wind. "

The woman called Anil is a woman with a slightly relaxed atmosphere who looks like she's in her mid-twenties. My eyes are dripping and my voice is soft when I respond, and I applaud the atmosphere.

Unlike the rest of his squire, he does not carry anything like a weapon, but instead has a large backpack and several shoulder bags.

To Moana, to the squire, it seems basic to wear protective gear on top of white based trouser look garments, but only Anneal wears an apron-like front cover instead of protective gear. It is the cause of the impression that Kwanghui looks like a samurai.

As the annealing shrugged small, some of the tattoos on the back of her right hand glistened.

"This is..."

I look down at my body as if the glow was a little surprised. My clothes are shaking in a relaxed, warm breeze. From the feel of the wind I feel on my skin, the warm wind is apparently swirling around my body. The same goes for Moana and the squire who jumped in earlier.

"Hmm, sounds like you need to explain the benevolence technique too. This is the power to live naturally - to pray or give wishes to the power of grace, to have that power divided."

Living and living, and all nature is inhabited by power. Moana and the others call it benevolence, and the art of utilizing it through prayer and vows is called benevolence.

The paint on the body is a literal representation of its prayers and vows, allowing for the omission of the activation procedure.

Fortina is such a collection of natural forces that it is considered to be a willing being. Occasionally, as in Ogami, "he who feels the will of great grace, or hears the words, appears.

Clearly, its existence has not been confirmed, but vaguely, it is thought that there is such a presence.

Teachings from ancient times have taken root not only in Fortina, but also in the value of living in gratitude for all nature.

Thus, people's thoughts about Fortina seemed to be more of an ecological value of taking care of nature than religious beliefs.

During the period until the clothes were dry, the glow of hearing such stories was

(I see. Rather than faith, it feels like respect... or gratitude...)

and strengthened the certainty that Moana and the others were not fanatics. Most importantly, Kwong Fai had not yet broken his guard against Moana and the others. Words and a tribute to Moana describe it.

Where the clothes were completely dry, the explanation of the favour was largely over, and Moana raised her voice.

"Well, let's just say we leave. Let Hikaru also talk about what he needs to teach him on the road. Spencer, lead the way."

Roger that, Your Majesty.

Earlier, the old warrior who pulled Kwang Fai out of the fountain seems to be Spencer. The oldest of the members on this occasion, but short dark hair without gray hair gives a youthful look. Most of all, the sharpness of the forged flesh and the fighter who hides behind his eyes, which can be seen even over equipment, gave him something like a weight that should never be insulted.

If you ask, it still sounds like the Sinclair kingdom warriors, who should be all but Anneal, and Moana's Kingsguard. Spencer is the captain of the Kingsguard.

Follow Spencer's lead through the thriving woods. Humidity and temperatures don't feel uncomfortable either, and the columns of light that wood leakage makes are beautiful. It's a lush world, and Kohinoo narrowed his eyes to make him feel good.

Mitsui spoke to Moana as she proceeded to surround herself with warriors, focusing on Mitsui and Moana.

"You're rich in nature. The spring just now also looked clear to the bottom, even though it was quite deep. Thank you, Fortina, for the grace that fills the world."

"... right"

For some reason, Moana looks complicated. Mitsui looks around in a heartfelt hurry, wondering if she had spoken anything strange. Then, starting with Spencer and Anneal, the other warriors had subtle expressions.

Furthermore, Moana grinned bitterly at the glow of her head spinning in a hurry over what was wrong.

"No, I'm sorry. It's not like Hikaru said something strange. I was just going to explain... so few places are so natural."

"Huh?"

To the bewildered glow, Moana explains with a deeper bitter laugh.

"Outside this forest, the desert is spreading all the time. This place is special."

"The desert?

"Oh. Grace is losing power from the world. Because of the Dark Men."

"The Dark One" - According to Moana, it is a heterogeneous species that releases a force that offsets the beneficial power of temper. If you say it tortoise-style, it would be a demon. That's what they call it because it's always haunted like a black beard.

They consume "Grace Power" simply by being alive, taking vitality away from living and living things. It is a natural enemy not only for mankind, but also for nature.

"We don't know who they are and where they came from. It's just, yeah, what's our history? If he asks, he should say," Fight the dark. "That's how I've been fighting for a long time."

Moana's eyes with distant eyes seemed to dwell on something deep and heavy that could not be expressed in words. Gwanghui has no words, he just listens in silence.

"Many nature has lost its power of grace. Because they feed on the power of grace, exploitation from nature weighs heavier than it used to. If they lose their grace from everything in the world, they shouldn't live either. There's just a way to be okay with that."

Keep the humans. Compared to one tree, one animal, the power of grace held by each human being is a misdigit. Therefore, the Dark Eaters prefer humans.

Thanks to the power of grace, the flora and fauna of this world grow fast and strong. But still, their appetite is better. Also, a lot of beneficence is consumed or eaten in battle. If you lose so much benevolence that there is no prospect of recovery, there will be nothing left in that place. It just becomes a world of sand.

Demand and supply are not matched, and adjusting to avoid depletion means that you do not always get a sense of fullness.

So keep humans as livestock so that even if you eat up all the flora and fauna you don't have a problem.

"It's a battle that betrayed survival and dignity. The great forefathers created the art of counteracting anger, drilling the art of benevolence, and thus connecting us. … but maybe that's the limit already"

Moana's eyes, full of oceans, captured the glow. What dwells in the eyes you reflect - look at it, the glow is breathtaking.

"The great nature of this world, Master Fortina-- so I guess I invited you?

Hope, etc., wasn't there. There was no expectation. There is, regret, and disappointment in yourself.

The incarnation of the power of grace, also known as the will of the world - was judged by Fortina. We can't fight this world alone anymore. So much so that the world is being pushed.

In fact, there are no other countries around the Kingdom of Sinclair. It's all under the kingdom, just each lord. All the countries that once named Empire, Union, Holy Nation, etc. were doomed. Some countries still resist the continents that cross many mountains or even beyond the sea, but how long will they keep it too?

I can't help thinking that you guys can't do it anymore...

Even with no shade in his expression, his eyes were above all eloquently telling the story of Moana's mood. To Hikaru, it seemed as if the queen in front of her, was crying and laughing.

- It's okay. I'll try to save this world!

If you hadn't thought about it and said that, I'm sure Moana would. Because of its character, he laughed happily and said, "That's dependable!" But you told me so. Disappointed with myself, hurt, almost crying in the back of my eyes as I do now.

I'm glad I didn't tell you, I guess. But, but what can I say?

Not done yet? There's got to be something you can do?

Hasn't Lady Fortina been disappointed?

It's a coincidence I was summoned, isn't it?

I don't know.

To Kwong Fai, I didn't know what words were right.

More than that, he couldn't look Moana in the eye, and the light shimmered away from his gaze. Moana also moves her gaze forward so that nothing happens, and tries to continue the story of the "Dark One".

And, at that moment, Kwong Hsien lifted her face hah and stopped her legs.

"Hmm? What's up, Gwanghui? Even in physical condition..."

"... uh, there are numerous signs over there. I'm coming this way at a pretty good speed, what are the possibilities of your people?

"Huh. All hands, battle posture! Nine o'clock!

Flushing through the confirmation of the glow, Moana immediately raised her voice. Forming in the direction indicated without one exception and without a moment of delay. No confusion, no confirmation.

The undisturbed movement is as if the bird were showing collective action. While Moana's prompt and extreme instructions were also taken, it was an adequate demonstration of the skill of the most elite Kingsguard units.

"Kwong Fai! Do you know the number, the distance?

"Huh, yes! The number is… sixteen. The distance is eighty meters - ten seconds to reach the enemy! Large four-legged animal and presumed!

For a moment, I wonder if the unit of distance passes in meters, Kwanghui says it all over again at enemy time.

Moana opened her eyes wide. Underneath the information that came from Kwong Fai, there was a sense of existence that could be encountered in this neighborhood.

But the reason for my surprise is not that its presence is imminent. Judging by the speed of movement of its presence and the time of its proximity, it was stunned by the breadth of the sensing range of the light glow.

Most of all, it was only during the moment that I was upset.

"You heard me! Estimate, Black Wolf Breed! He's coming to break formation with his first blow! Nathan, Leelyn, frustrate your nose!

Copy that.

Spencers, six warriors pulled out their swords. It's a big, contradictory, single-edged sword like a sham seal. The sword width is wide, and if it is only there, it is likely to fall into the category of the Great Sword.

A man around thirty, called Nathan, and a woman in her mid-teens, called Leelyn, join hands behind them to pray. I guess he's a rear guard specialist magician. Every time their prayers are unleashed on the world, some of the tattoos that are visible on their cheeks and neck muscles shine.

There comes a demon of an unknown world. With a cold sweat in the tension, Shining also pulled out the holy sword that lowered to his waist again. The holy sword, which reflects and shines through the leaking day, is so magnificent that everyone unexpectedly wants to exhale.

Unexpectedly, Moana and Anil are watching it twice as I said.

Immediately thereafter,

Fierce killing and black smoke rushed like a gust of wind from the back of the woods.

"-" The Land that Rises. ""

"- [Crashing wind]"

Prayer of an operator who was heard at the same time. The pattern painted from Nathan's cheek to his neck glistened, and the earth burst forward to match its hieroglyphic-like pattern. That is still to be called a stone wall. Thirty centimetres thick, two meters across is a stone wall.

Zushin ', the sound of something clashing against the stone wall rang continuously.

In a moment, even from Leelyn's shoulder to his neck muscle, the tattoo glistened, and a wind of striking down, also called a super-local downburst, burst across the stone wall.

I can hear the vivid sound of Gusha and the voice of the little disconnector leaking.

Furthermore, Nathan's voice is a wooden spirit.

"Pray. Seeking to collapse and smashing -" scattered rubble. "

The stone wall was pulverized by itself, and its fragments were shot forward, like directed explosives.

The black smoke that jumped in as a follow-up - a black wolf about a meter long wrapping around it, puts a few together and hits more and more.

Seeing that, two avant-garde warriors popped up.

"" I swear! This body is a sword - "The soul of the struggle"! "

Benefit technique to bottom up physical abilities. Not only do you pray, but you take an oath to yourself to strengthen the power of grace within you.

Two warriors, impending with such momentum that the ground snapped in the first step, slaughtered two black wolves under one blade who had just managed to rise from the impact of the stone debris.

More black wolves loom for the two protruding, but Leelyn's wind gets in the way of it. By the time the Black Wolf had adjusted his posture, the two warriors had vividly retreated back into formation.

Black wolf roaring abominably. More intense black smoke - a temper erupted from my body - as I showed its frustrating mood.

As soon as it is done, the surrounding grass trees will become powerless, or flicker.

"Don't break the formation. So there's no problem."

"I know."

The "Dark Wolf", known as the Black Wolf species, is a species that specializes in collaboration and riot warfare, with some exceptions, with relatively low attacking power itself. He snipes with the rear guard's beneficent technique while precisely capturing what strikes him by solidifying the formation disappointingly. That's Theory.

Spencer, the captain of the Kingsguard, nodded firmly, without upset, as he narrowed his eyes like an eagle to confirm just in case.

(... you look like a demon after all. Is it just the difference between being exasperated or not? It looks like a fourth wolf, but I don't feel that much pressure. I also see enough movement. Later, with or without inherent magical abilities)

A glow that calmly analyzes the power of the Black Wolf species. Seeing that calm attitude, Moana snuck out a breath of relief.

I had guessed that he seemed to have quite a bit of combat experience due to the feeling of Kwong Fai's hand, his earlier sensing abilities, and his minimal precise information-sharing, but I was still worried about panicking in front of the Dark One.

And, at that time, a gentle, giant shadow appeared behind the surrounding black wolves.

"Ho, was the information that the Queen still left the country true..."

I felt the air tremble slightly. A black wolf of two meters will cross, a black wolf of distinctly different concentrations than the surrounding black wolves. That's what I said in a voice that sounded like a direct hit to my head.

"Huh?"

It is the glow that leaked the stunned voice. Its eyes are wide open.

Meanwhile, Moana and the others don't look surprised, staring at the big black wolf with a look that somewhere bit down the bitter bug. Apparently, it's normal for a black wolf to have intelligence and words.

"Dark One" was not a beast without reason? Wasn't it a catastrophe to make it a natural enemy of mankind, the same as demons...

Moana returns words with an invincible look that holds up the edge of her mouth as the glow is confused.

"I sprinkled deceptive information to prevent it from spreading, and I was going to move quickly with only a minimal number of people. Apparently, he had excellent surveillance eyes. But you really think you can take us all in this number?

'Let me try. You can't give credit for taking the queen to another flock. Give your neck to the king and exalt the name of my Niebra!

A howl burst with wow ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh and even physical shock waves. A tremendous amount of indignation erupts from the black wolf named Niebra, in line with the fluctuations in the power transmitted to him by Bilibili.

In an instant, plants from the surrounding area covered in dark black mist wither away one after the other.

Naturally, the temper engulfed the glows as well. Moana leans so closely on the glow as to be aggressive. Not out of fear. To protect Hikaru.

If you are exposed to the benefits of living and living things - that is, taking lives, you should not be safe with Moana and the others. But I don't see how they've enjoyed it much more.

"Attention all personnel, pay attention to the allowable residual amount of stone! Leelyn, distract yourself while attacking Niebra!

"Copy that!

Moana's instructions fly. Moana's hand stretched unconsciously or to the pendant on her chest. There were cylindrical jewels mounted there that were colorless, transparent and five or six centimetres long. The jewel - the stone slightly clouds black.

"Mitsui, I'm sorry. I should have given it to you first. Keep this stone on. It protects us from temper."

A stone is an organ that is like a demonic stone in a place called a demon, in the bodies of the Dark One. By taking about ten days to get rid of the chi and then acquiring it for processing, the chi can be absorbed within the tolerance of the chi stone, and can operate without being temporarily affected in the chi.

It was at the same time that Moana wrapped a stone pendant around Shining's wrist and a black wolf led by Niebra struck simultaneously.

The formation of the Kingsguard unit led by Spencer is rigid and does not allow the Black Wolves to break through.

Neither has Niebra been able to successfully enter into collaboration with Leelyn's restraint and only run around to disrupt the outer circumference of the formation.

In that gap, Nathan's benevolence is reducing the number of black wolves, one by one and one, but surely.

"Chip. Do well with that number of people. The boulder is the queen's elite unit."

Niebra murmured with a voice containing bitterness.

Shortly afterwards, when he roared, as he had decided to be prepared, he tore himself apart by the blade of wind released by Leelyn and carried out a progression without stopping at all, even as he raised a blood splash.

"Coming! Hold him in and kill him as he is!

"Don't lick it."

At the same time as Spencer's instructions, Niebra's roar burst. Shortly afterwards, two warriors exploded under their feet, shaped in opposition to Niebra, stirring up anger.

"Guh."

"What no!?

"Dario, Federie!

Warriors blown away by screaming and stunning voices - Dario and Federie. Dario is a young man among the Kingsguard forces, so unlike Federie, a veteran, he did not seem to be able to defend himself in time and was slapped on the ground away without even being able to take a reception.

Spencer fills the hole that they have fallen out of. Take Niebra's vicious nails with that sword and step on them to kill the momentum of the advance.

"Gu, you"

"Out of the way"

A concentrating temper takes shape on the side of Niebra. That was three giant nails.

Leelyn unleashed a "smashing wind", but Niebra, who blasted her temper over the sky to offset it, went straight to Spencer and rolled out a three-clawed sweep.

The other warriors are full of hands against the Black Wolf. I can't move right away.

"Let it go."

It was Queen Moana who jumped in. Slip from the low sky crawling through the earth into Niebra's nostalgia and tap a waking sword strike into its torso.

Niebra pulled herself off the track slightly, too. Spencer also pulls himself back and remains scrupulously torn apart from the surface of his armor.

"Chip. On a boulder, not a glimmer."

Niebra, who said so to throw away, makes her nagging nails stick in. Spencer takes it and Moana steps into Niebra.

But he also read Niebra about the move.

"Shit-"

"First, let's eat you from a depressing magician!

Jumping over Moana's head and scaffolding her own created nails of impatience, Niebra jumped further to her target - Leelyn, who was precisely holding her back.

Leelyn, who was making a prayer to cover Moana, is only momentarily delayed in responding to that anomalous move. He tries to pray for defense while twisting himself, but no matter what, it's impossible to evade completely.

If it's one of your arms, it's your word - the next moment you're so ready,

"-" Photogenic. "

A brilliant barrier of light appeared in front of Leelyn. Niebra's nails are inhibited by the barrier of light simply by making an unpleasant rubbing sound called gigging.

"Hey, what!?

"What!?

Leelyn's surprising voice overlaps with Niebra's.

Niebra stopped her legs in front of her unidentified technique as she turned herself into a retreat in the air. And look for the person who caused it and circle the vicious beast eye.

The identification was momentary.

What the hell is that?

Niebra asks so, with a roar full of vigilance and willingness to kill: Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

You're ahead of your gaze, naturally.

"Gwanghui!"

Moana's thankful call for stunning and protecting his people echoes.

But her eyes, and Niebra's murderous wet beast eyes, were to be immediately and surprisingly narrowed.

I hear a short, continuous breath leaking.

Undisputed, it is the exhalation of glow. I'm not setting the mood. It's as if it's hyperventilating.

It's obvious from the look on your face that it's unusual.

Yes, my enemies and allies are so surprised...

The look on Shining's face was pale, just as he feared something.

The cutting-edge of the holy sword in its hand trembles small and looks down.

To Niebra, to the enemy at the end of his gaze - was not directed.