At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

Walking guided by a man, there was a private house at the end of the line, as the man said.

The man lays his hands on the private door and turns straight towards me.

"Brother, I heard your request, can you hear my wish too?"

"Wish?"

I hope not. I think it's more of a consideration than a wish.

You mean ask me something instead of letting me through.

"I shall not have seen what I have seen or seen in this. Otherwise you won't be able to get in."

"... okay"

In the meantime, I don't want to crush these guys, and I don't want to get involved in this in the future.

I just want to make sure that whoever's ahead is safe.

"Okay, go ahead."

When the man said so and opened the door, there was even more.

When I closed the door on the table and opened the door inside, there were all kinds of weapons and all kinds of men in the cloudy, smoky air room.

But more importantly, Mr. Aroness has taught me before that there was grass that became a little of a potion.

"Did you know"

The man notices my gaze and opens his mouth.

"As you said earlier, keep it a secret"

"... because you promised."

But as it stands, this smoke is better than the medicine. Probably something tobacco though.

Follow the man as he subtly uses immortality to normalize his physical condition.

The men in the room looked here, but never opened a single incision.

When a man shifts the cloth hung in the back of the room, a metal door appears sturdy as a fool.

Hidden doors... not so much.

"Behind here."

I know. What's more, you're in the back of it.

I know the location by detection. I may have contacted them to see how things were going from somewhere around the corner where they took me further back when I walked into the room.

I keep quiet and a man opens the door and follows me inside.

Once inside, there were more similar doors. No, it's not just the door. The walls are metal, too.

"For once, I'll close this one."

That's what the man says, closes the back door. You locked it carefully and securely.

Well, I guess so. In this space, it's better to seal it up here or beyond.

This space has the tools to inhibit magic. The magic flow is messed up. Using bad magic is starting to erupt.

Well, it's none of my business to this extent. This is better than the magic emitted by the dragon...

"Brother, for once, it's better for you not to use magic here. If you use it, you won't be safe."

... Oh, this, threatened, huh? You're threatened, aren't you? They're definitely threatening me.

"Is that a threat?

I'll ask.

"Well, you will. Brother, I've seen you come barefoot. Oh, my God. Oh, it's reasonable to think of me as a magician. I'm actually watching that massive sorcery.

But, you know, if you can't use magic... you know what I mean? Of course, it's catastrophic if you're ready to blow yourself up. "

Well, you really think you can handle it to this extent.

You guys have never really met a magician out of your control. You don't even have to be careful, Mr. Celeste, while this stuff doesn't work.

I can't handle this much either, but here's one thing. Shall we go?

You're the one who threatened me first. Then you can get back at me, right?

"The promise was to keep quiet about this place. You're the one who threatened me first."

I fortify my body with immortality and punch the metal door in front of me.

When I hit him, he snapped heavily, with a sturdy hinge clamping the door, a broken key, and a door flying inside the room.

"Hey!!

"Hey, what!?

"And the doors are flooded."

"Stupid! How can such a sturdy door be shaped like this!

The man is amazed at how I behave. The people inside are surprised and noisy at the door that flew in.

And my fist hurts so bad. It hurts so much. That door was awesome - sturdy. At least I put on physical protection.

Sneak fist treatments, while putting the man inside.

"Are you the head here...?

I look at a guy who looks surprised but doesn't get up off a big couch and say it.

Next to the man, the door I hit earlier fell, and next to the man, there was a woman who had brought a child who might have been acquainted here earlier.

The man hears my words and turns his consciousness to me through the door.

"What did you do?"

He stares at me with a sharp eye and asks me with a dodgy voice.

I'm usually scared - or something, but that's not how I feel today.

"He threatened me in the back, so I asked him to give me one shot to tell me that there was no problem without magic."

Sneak fist healed is a no-can, please. I don't think you noticed.

There are people in my room who talk to me. Not a very large room, but that's a sturdy room covered all with metal.

Fourteen? Oh, you're gonna be okay, they're like you think you can handle this door.

"... sure, yeah. I can't believe I'm barefoot like this."

The man leaves his back on the couch and looks up at the ceiling.

"So, what can I do for you? Heroes."

Hmm, from what I'm saying, does it feel like you're asking about me?

Maybe he even has the tools to keep in touch.

"You know that, don't you?

You know where I'm from more than you're asking. There's also a woman next door.

"Well, hey. I'm sorry, but I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"

He tells me off with a look that makes people look a little foolish. I can afford it inside.

Well, I guess I need to show the Admiral some room.

"Here, no, I need to talk to the woman in the back."

I look further beyond the wall he backs and say.

I don't know where the entrance and exit are, but I know they're over there.

"... where did you hear about this room?"

"I've never heard of it, and it's the first time I've been here."

"Don't lie, there are only a few people who know about this room."

"... there's just no point in inhibiting real magicians to this extent."

I whisper, create a water polo and float. It's a sealed room, and I want to keep the fire out.

"You're lying..."

"With this degree of inhibition, it doesn't mean anything. Dragon magic is stronger."

Men who clearly can't hide their upset in my words. I feel the woman barely frightened and squeezing the man's clothes.

Um, something about me being a bad guy, huh?

"This request is just a confirmation. I told you so."

"What are you so obsessed with that woman?"

With a serious face, the man asks me.

'Cause you might know someone.'

"If you knew someone, what would you do?"

"Well, it depends on what you say in person. In some cases, let me take you home."

"Ha! You got a root! Dear hero, even if it's like this!!

Each of the men takes a weapon that was nearby and sets it up. He's got spears, swords, axes, everything.

What the hell is this?

"I don't know how obsessed I am with one woman, but we have a brother-in-law too! Let the shemales we manage do what they want! Bastards, take it easy!

"Ouch! I don't know what kind of hero saved the country, but you can't fight in such a small room surrounded by armed humans!

"I'm ready for you, too! Don't be silly!

"Who would admit to bringing a woman here on her own?"

... hmm? Is something wrong?

Listen to what they have to say. This one smells like a bad guy.

Do these people feel like they're hiding her?

"Uh, I think there's been some mistake."

"What's the mistake? I told you I'd take you home now."

"No, I told you in some cases."

"Let it be! Don't think they'll do what they want!

Akan, it doesn't make sense. There's blood on your head. Who the hell are you?

No, yeah, I know. I know. It's about the knights. It's about the nobles.

Maybe they think I'm one of them, and they think I'm trying to force the kid to do something.

So... There was a strange reaction to me in that store.

What should I do with this? Sounds like you're trying to protect a woman by wielding power, right?

"Uh, would you really listen to me for a second? Break the door."

"Are you afraid to realize now and beg for your life? I'll let you. People like you can get in trouble later if they let you get away with it."

Oh, no more, you're not listening to this anymore.

"Ha, can't you help it? Then we'll all have to take care of it, so please do it when you're done."

"Bullshit!"

At the same time the man with the head screams, they all call. I use physical strengthening magic at the same time, folding the swords of the first men I've cut with a back fist, each with a fist in my chest.

Dive into the pockets of the rest of the men before making sure the fisted men collapse and stick their fists in their chests again.

He puts his fist down where everyone but his head is crumbling and groaning, and says to his head.

"We did it right, and if you hadn't attacked us, you wouldn't have been willing to do it, would you?

Look at me, a man with a toothpick and a stare. The woman is frightened and trembling.

You're a total villain, aren't you?

"What do you want? What are you gonna do with that woman?"

"Whatever you do, I won't do anything else if it's her will. Looks like things are different from what I thought."

Honestly, at first, I thought she was being threatened or something, and she was working there.

Because I didn't hear anything about that, and given where she grew up, I thought maybe she had some kind of problem herself.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

"Speaking of which, nothing in particular now. I've been thinking a lot about it, and it seemed so pointless that it made me look stupid."

"... are you really just here to talk to me?

"Well, depending on the circumstances, I suppose it would have been the same as it is now, but if she's safe over there, and she's here of her own free will, there's no such tragedy."

The man stares at the sincerity of my words. But I don't care if they stare at me. I'm really not thinking about it right now.

In the meantime, what? These people, they seem to be committing crimes, but do they feel like old transferees?

"Ha... I lost my temper."

The man sits dodgy on the couch and signals the woman by hand. Then he pushes the wall at the edge of the room and it opens over there as it is.

Wall-like door? Interesting.

"Are you done -?

A woman who comes out with a relaxed voice. When I saw the woman, I knew she still knew her, and I was relieved. Now we were wrong. Then we'll just have a rampage here.

"That, Mr. Tallow?

"I knew it was Unella"

Unella, the elderly child of the orphanage, was there dressed in terrible clothes. Wow, that's awful. Those clothes.