Awkward silence dominates the Alliance.
Confused, Durahan, a neckless armor trying to find a helmet rolled on the floor by hand exploration.
I'm supposed to be the only one who's got to be alert to the appearance of demons who haven't even taken Tamer, who've never shown up on this scene, but when I can show him this sight, the air that was straining me will be foggy.
"What the hell is that guy?"
"Hmm, Durahan shouldn't have been confirmed in this kingdom, but where did it spring from?"
Both Rick and Serra are distracted by Durahan's actions.
I looked like Durahan, desperately stretching the floor and looking for a helmet, couldn't leave me alone for some reason.
"Hey, I'm coming"
"Huh? Go to that Durahan place?"
"Yes."
Nodding at Serra's words, a shiv who was deformed into a hat jumped on my shoulder.
"Be careful. Lime, you can always protect Kite."
"Cu!"
Approaching Durahan in as slow a stride as possible, making sure Lime clings to my right arm in a cage-handed position.
The adventurers around you don't even try to get close to the detour, they turn their gaze to me approaching Durahan.
"Or he's Tamer's..."
"He's a decent Tamer child..."
"Will He Do It"
Pick up the helmet that is falling on the floor, keeping the whisper from earing.
The contents (...) are not in.
It's just a cavity, I don't know how many years ago it was, but I can only tell that it's a substitute for the extraordinary season.
I walk over to Durahan with it. [M]
"Um, this..."
!
I'll give it to you as slowly as I can.
Durahan then reaches out in horror as he deflects his chest to alternate between my face and the helmet at hand.
……
Durahan's outstretched hand reaches his helmet as everyone on the spot sips and watches.
"Ooh!"
Mysterious cheer.
Nevertheless, Durahan, with his helmet in his hand, returns it to where it was.
He then rises up with an atmosphere that doesn't even make him feel fine dust, such as what happened earlier, and gives him a compliment.
Durahan takes my hand in a delightful manner and shakes it.
Though there was a sudden surprise they grabbed my hand---,
"No, you know..."
?
"Head, backwards and forwards?"
!?
The head orientation was backwards and forwards.
Durahan in a hurry trying to cure the front and back of his head, he's about to drop the helmet he removed while tensing? look to relieve the tension I had felt earlier and remove the strength of my shoulders.
Tell the adventurers who are asking about this one that there is no harm in flipping their hands.
"That doesn't sound like a bad demon, does it?"
"Um, but where did you get mixed up from..."
Schiff can't seem to even consider it.
If you look nearby, the armor is cracked by the way, and the surface is dented as if it were beaten with some intense force.
"Durahan? That's unusual."
"Wow!"
At some point, Serra was asking me about Durahan from right next to me.
She observes Durahan's armor with curious eyes.
"Hmm, this is the armor of the Kingdom of Hendil, isn't it? It's also old... up to about two generations."
"You're an expert."
"Not really. It's just a hobby to fish for a history of demonic relationships."
Isn't that the earliest way to get there, Dr. Demon?
The enthusiasm in the first place is amazing.
"Hmm? This is a pretty advanced knight's armor.... Well, it looks familiar, where it belonged... We need to look closer..."
That's what I'm saying. Serra approached Durahan with no sound.
After finally realizing how it was, Durahan, with his head firmly attached, trembled and shivered, moving to hide behind my back.
"Oops... Selah, I'm scared..."
"Ha, I'm sorry. It doesn't seem harmful for sure, but it doesn't even look lost. Well... how did you get here?"
Ask Durahan as she peeks behind me.
In contrast, Durahan only shook his head sideways after a moment of patrolling.
"Lack of memory? For example, I can snort that it doesn't seem like Durahan born in this world with hatred. I took a trip to an untrained kingdom in my lifetime, and thought I'd made it here, Tsuji would fit... ugh."
"Mr. Serra?"
Serra puts her hand on her chin and squeals something with a grin.
Slightly drawn to the situation, she turned her gaze to me.
"Let's find out a little bit about that Durahan"
"Find out..."
"Because it's quite a thing for wild demons to enter the country. There are potentially ominous precursors, and this matter may have to proceed with caution.... after that demon army raid."
"Right."
Even if not, measures should be taken to prevent it.
"Can I leave Durahan's surveillance to you?"
"Oh, me?"
"We get along with the demons because we're Tamer's share. I need you to look at Durahan more than I'm afraid. Or should I lock him in a cage and keep an eye on him?"
See Durahan behind you.
From what I've seen, I don't have a weapon.
The armor is worn out, and it looks so brittle that it's about to collapse with a few shocks.
... I didn't even do anything wrong, but I don't want to do anything to lock you up.
"Schiff, okay?"
"Mmm, I don't know what I'm good at... well, it wouldn't be as threatening as it sounds right now. But if you have to... you know what I mean?"
"... of course"
If anything happens within this kingdom that hurts people, I'll take responsibility for it.
... No, let's check Durahan's intentions before he gets ready, maybe he wants to go back to where he was.
"Um, I'm supposed to be watching you... what do you think?"
'Cause I'm gonna be watching you. What the hell, I thought you'd get a targeted reaction, but then Durahan shakes his head, probably.
Apparently, that's okay.
More like he's dealing with a lost puppy, even though he's a bigger armor than my height... oh, I've never encountered a lost puppy.
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After that, after explaining the situation to the guild leader, Mr. Berse, I was returning to the inn run by Mr. Merck with the lost Durahan.
I'm not trying to be a user demon, but Durahan is under surveillance for once.
I thought I should be able to monitor you the nearest, and I took you there in a pretty cheap way, but...
"Go back where you belonged."
"Son!?"
Mr. Merck, who rose to his doorstep, said that when he saw Durahan.
I complain with a desperate face while keeping my back down and sheltering Durahan sitting back.
"But I don't know where she's going!"
"Where are you going to leave it? You're obviously too small in your room to go in. Why didn't you bring the demon?"
"You don't even sound gu..."
Schiff roaring at Mr. Merck's honesty.
Looking down with tremendous eyesight while in an apron, Mr. Merck pointed to Durahan.
"By and large, that's Advanced Knights armor. How can we not have a demon in their armor?"
"Oh really?!?"
"... chip, did I say what I didn't want..."
The armor of the people who went unknown...!?
She sighed as loudly as she had given up.
"Ha, I'll get you another room. Throw it in there. But they'll probably pay for two rooms."
"Oh, thank you!"
I'm glad after the money came in.
I can easily rent two rooms now.
In the meantime, I no longer have to worry about keeping it wild outside, so the door behind me opens when I feel safe.
"I'm home."
"Ah, Reefa, welcome back"
Apparently, Reefa's back from the castle, too.
As I look back to the front door to welcome her - I stop breathing.
Anyway, Reefa had an unrecognizable light golden-haired woman.
But I found that those ears were different from normal humans and beautiful people, though debilitating.
"... Reefa, who's on that back?"
"Picked it up."
"No, you picked it up... it's not an elf person as long as you want..."
"I was hungry and I was down."
What to do, I don't understand the situation at all...!
Unexpectedly, I turn to Mr. Merck for help.
Mr. Merck, too, had his eyes open to Reefa's unexpected behavior, but soon coughed up and looked up.
"... return me to where I was."
"Son!?"
Oddly enough, it was just like the first thing I was told.