We escaped from the western hall where Nair and the others were, hiding in the woods near the village.
Why did you hide yourself in the woods, because all the people in the village thought you were under Nair's hypnosis?
The leopard-changing villagers may come to capture us when we return to the village inadvertently. No matter how much of an indestructible means of healing punch, the villagers are innocent of any sin against them. Even though I say I can fix it, I don't want to hurt you as much as I can.
Besides, when Burlin was carrying me, I was still being held in captivity by Nair's witchcraft.
I see a body that still can't move satisfactorily, and it makes me realize again that magic is a very boring thing. Anyway, even the right arm and both legs, which would have broken the procedure, cannot move completely.
Running into the woods, I decided to rest for now, because I wasn't going to help Mr. Alk like this.
Sometimes I was tired of interacting with Nair, and most importantly, I was unable to do so due to the impossibility of exercising magic when breaking my restraints.
And -,
"Morning, huh?"
Waking up, the first thing I saw was the face of Burlin, who was sloppily coveting. When I looked behind my head wrapped in a slightly soft feel, I was pillowing a soft brulin back.
I try to push my hand against Burlin's face reflexively, but when I think of last night, I bring the hand I tried to push closer to Burlin's head and stroke it.
"Thanks. Thanks to you."
"Guhu."
Blulin groaning and sniffing in a pleasant way.
Satisfied with the way it is, I pull the left hand I'm stroking... left hand?
"That one, it's moving."
If you look closely, the text that covered your body has disappeared.
Can I assume the spell of restraint and their disappearance over time? I imagined a magic or something permanent, but it's a delightful miscalculation.
I didn't have to break the procedure carefully one by one.
Stand up and see how your body is doing. There's no abnormality, there's no appearance of anything else being done besides being detained, and I'm rather in good shape.
"Ha ha, no way that witchcraft can be worked out in a restrained way..."
I thought it was a little good for working out.
I'm not an M.
Speaking of which, where did Amako go? She was supposed to be in the woods with us, too, but she went to see the village by herself?
No, even she hasn't traveled long distances to Dada. You must be overwhelming over me in terms of experience.
I reconsidered and sat down beside Burlin again, and I decided to wait for Amako on the spot.
More than a dozen minutes to wait, Amako came out of a nearby bush. I walk over to her, seeing and relieving her with leaves on her hair but not ostensibly injured or dirty.
"I'm up.... your body moves?"
"I don't have to worry about that anymore. It's a pimp."
When I appealed to her to be cheerful while turning her arms glued, Amako opened the envelope thinking she had wrapped it in a coat in her hand with the same relief as I did.
In the wrap, there were several fruits similar to apples, from which she offered me one.
"Belly, think I'm hungry..."
Thank you.
Anything Amako brought me would be fine. I used to work at a fruit shop, and more importantly, I seem to have a lot of knowledge of that.
Gratefully, when I received the fruit, I wiped the surface of the fruit with my uniform.
The sweetness and acidity characteristic of the fruit spreads throughout the mouth.
Yeah, yummy. When I told her so, Amako also took out one fruit and twisted it.
"... if it's okay for Usato to eat. I'm fine, too."
"You're so naturally poisoned."
This is the result of being kind and sweet.
What hurts when it comes to healing magic? Hey?
Sitting where she was, complaining about the bumps, Amako sits next to me when she puts the fruit near Burlin's face.
"So, how do we get to Mr. Alc?"
"Zombies and manipulated villagers are not enemies. The problem is Nair's ability as a demon and his witchcraft."
Necromancer and vampire half.
No way. This is what it's all about.
Her act has been playing the village daughter for two hundred years. All those tear-mixed words and thanksgiving were lies. It's all her work, so I guess it's natural, but if you say you're not shocked by it, you're lying.
But the problem is that her own combat abilities are unknown.
What we know so far is the ability to manipulate the dead as necromancers.
And as a vampire, the ability to manipulate a blood-sucking living person. A charm that attracts the eye to eye.
The last thing you can do is handle witchcraft.
"To be honest, the magic restraint that I took the time to make was pretty tough on me. Brulin is... critical. You'll be fine, but you might be able to stop the move even if it's impromptu"
"... be careful"
"Yeah. I saw there were conditions for that magic activation. She hadn't spoken to herself, but I think maybe... it means she has to touch the subject"
Otherwise, you won't bother hugging me. [M] She must have wanted to get me then for sure. Then you can assume that you went into that kind of behavior to make it easier to be more certain.
In that case, the story is quick.
The point is, I just wish I couldn't touch her.
If it's in perfect condition, we can handle how many villagers and zombies attack us.
The problem is that it's possible that the magic she has isn't just [restraint]. If you've lived two hundred years just because you know it, you can handle at least one more piece of magic.
"I don't know if other magic can be used. But you can't even save Mr. Alk if you're scared. And even that Mr. Alc..."
"You could be manipulated, you could be an enemy,"
"... oh"
Nair would certainly manipulate Mr. Alk.
And if the villagers insinuate, even Mr. Alk. If you do poorly, you'll have to think about a confrontation with Mr. Alk, who is in a state of full force.
It would suck if it did.
... Wait? Mr. Alk has already been bitten and is under Nair's control. Would you just use him like that as a means for her to fight?
No, perhaps the first thing she will do is explore the memory of Mr. Ark herself, who placed her under control, and -,
"Shit......"
"Huh?"
"I found out about me and you..."
As someone caught up in a different world summons.
Amako is a beast man who can handle a special magic called predictive magic.
When she finds out about it, she has no idea what action she's going to take. The only thing I know is that when I found out about it, she stopped trying to give us up.
"Ha..."
If it were just the perception of a healing wizard with just strong powers, they would still have insulted us, but if they knew she was a different world, she would desperately try to catch us, too.
If it's too much trouble, I won't.
"Will it ever be"
Take another fruit and eat.
Now it's time to get some rest and get fit.
... Speaking of which, you had a notebook I brought from the western hall on your uniform.
He held the fruit back, put his hand in the pocket of his uniform with his right hand, and took the worn out notebook.
Amako tilted her neck when she saw the notebook in my hand.
"What's that?"
"Books written about the previous brave... I think"
I haven't checked the contents often, so this isn't necessarily what was really noted about the brave.
We still have time by night.
I don't want to think about it, but maybe I'll never be able to read it again, so let's just look at it a little bit.
I started turning the notebook somehow.
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The first thing I have to be aware of when I write about him is that he hates being recorded himself.
He doesn't like to be rewarded for his accomplishments.
Achievement for him means the number of people who have taken their lives.
To be praised for surviving beyond many corpses was unimaginably painful for him.
But a bystander named me couldn't help but remember his aftermath because, for one thing, I understood for myself that his wrong figure would be passed on to future generations.
He was alone.
No companions, no understanders, no one.
Home, home, family, nowhere.
He kept walking alone on a dark path and has survived many corpses, his hands stained bright red with blood.
I'm sure he will be called a hero by both humans and subhumans.
But I want you to know who's reading this.
There is no such thing as a hero. Being a brave man is an idol created on its own. No matter how powerful he is, he can't help but be human.
What I'm going to write down is the story of one human being, our ”sin” record to be atoned for in a distant future.
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"That's too much translation..."
I took a breather when I read that far.
What the hell is this? The darkness of the brave is too deep. Even if you scroll the page appropriately and look at the readable part, it is consistently said that your feelings about the brave man and the acts he would have done are hard.
I don't know who the person who wrote this is, but I know he's pretty close to the previous brave man.
"It seems that the previous brave men have also dealt with the demon king, but it doesn't seem like it is any different now than it used to be"
At least it feels like I'm looking at the legible part of the secretary, the old Demon King Army is doing a pretty nasty thing.
He used the man he captured as a source of magic, or brainwashing, acquiring, or whatever it was like to just march on, rather than flattering, unintentional strikes.
Wow, I'm trying to get this to be betrayed by one country, not by a village. Is the old Demon King really the same person? The radicality of what we're doing is heaven and earth.
He has defeated all the brave men who called the plot.
But from the text, I can't feel joy or anything, and even what happened and the facts are described as hard. This is a lot like reading a history book.
"It's been tough...... really"
I can only sympathize with the situation that divided me at the time.
But nevertheless......
"The brave ones were admired by the subhuman."
"I see you are. I'm not sure there either, but in my hometown they hated humans, but I wouldn't listen to them say they hated the brave ones"
Read the notebook text again into Amako's words.
I don't know what the brave guys did to the sub guys from looking at this notebook, but I guess it means they did something that much they admired.
"... hmm?"
There is a small note pinched in the notebook.
When you open that page, you will see a handwritten picture, with letters written, but almost unreadable by plunder. But it's not a bug eater, so it's a level that experts can't read if they look into it.
"Crocodiles? Lizards? No, there's wings."
From his torn mouth to his cheek he spits like a flame, and the wings grown from his back are drawn sharply as if they were blades.
It was not a clever painting, but it made me feel a strange creep from it.
A note is sandwiched on the page next to it, probably fixed it so Nair can read it from the owner. I looked at it. [M]
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The exhaling breath rots everything, and if you wave your nails down, the ground cracks, and if you wave your tail, the mountain shreds.
It's one crack of a monster, an evil dragon traveling down the path of evil. If his people pass through the woods, the grass will die and the creatures will be devoured. If we go through the country, the water will rot, and all the people who live there will be killed for no reason.
But the carbide was defeated by him.
The battlefield is Samarial. Suddenly the evil dragon descended in front of him, sprinkling poison and destruction all around him, attacking him.
As we have previously noted, his magic possesses a powerful and extreme ability, but the attack did not make sense in front of the powerful scales of the Evil Dragon.
The battle lasted three days and three nights.
I haven't seen the battle between them myself. But I only watched the moment he stabbed the evil dragon in the stomach.
He plunged himself into the mouth of the evil dragon, piercing his heart with a short-knife to which he had put his strength in his scaleless belly, and ending his life. No, if I borrow his way of saying it, I sealed it up, but can I say it?
He said he couldn't kill the monster right now.
In fact, even after stabbing and breathing through the heart's heart, that evil dragon could only be described as creepy, being particulate like a demon and remaining intact without disappearing.
Many demons, I've buried demons. I can't tell if evil dragons are dangerous enough to tell him he can't kill them, or if he should be out of standard after chasing evil dragons to inaction.
I had a certain concern when I looked up at an upright and breathless evil dragon in the heart of a rubble scattered square.
He couldn't kill, couldn't he? The idea is also a silly question......
Yes. When I asked, he didn't say anything.
I had no idea what that silence meant.
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……
Evil dragon traveling the path of evil.
That's kind of common in fantasy, but I just want you to give us a break from showing up right in front of us. If what this notebook says is true, it's not very much, but I'm no match for it. Maybe the seniors and Kazuki together won't win.
Thinking about it, I guess the brave men who defeated this evil dragon alone were really out of standard.
... The previous brave man is a gutsy cheat. Yeah, it's going to be in a novel like this somewhere.
"How did Nair find out about this?"
I don't know much about her, but I don't know why I'm only going to pinpoint this part.
Or maybe she simply looked it up on a whim.
Does that matter?
"Usato"
"What's wrong?"
Unexpectedly, Amako next door called out.
When she turned to her notebook, which was open, she looked at me, shading her expression a little like she had in mind.
"You saw the big hall in that hall last night, right?"
"Oh, what's wrong with that?"
You mean that third floor room where we jumped.
"That's when I saw that room... I thought. It's similar to where I saw it in the prediction..."
"It's..."
Mr. Alk, today's rescue operation can be a source of anxiety. Amako is the only one who can see the prediction, so the sight she sees was nothing less of a concern to me than the great hall I saw yesterday, which I only know by legend.
"It could be my mistake. The whole room was worn out, and more importantly, I thought about that room myself..."
So when I saw the room, I was confused.
I was looking for a Necromancer back then, so you took care not to confuse me with inadvertent words?
He's a clumsy kid around weirdly.
But if the sight of Amako is the same as the place in that great hall, it would mean that the Lord like her there was falling before me.
"Does that mean it's Nair who stabs me..."
"Maybe..."
Decided. Let's make that little girl inactive with a healing punch the minute we meet.
When you're so determined in your heart, Amako makes you look down.
"Usat said he doesn't have to worry because he has healing magic... because he can handle magic, if he gets cursed..."
……
Curse, huh?
That didn't come to mind at all.
I do know Amako will be worried, considering that she fell into her trap so easily yesterday.
But nothing moves forward just because you're afraid. I know you need to hesitate, but now that Mr. Alk is in custody, we have to help him no matter what.
Laughs at her so she can cheer up.
"There's no way I'm gonna lose the curse, is there? Even yesterday I managed to do it with force. Don't worry about it."
"... Usat is a freak with a cheerful face who is separated from humans and doesn't think normal people, and he's still human for once... I'm worried"
"All right, you should worry about me a little bit more."
This guy said that to me with a very worried face.
I lean against the still sleeping burlin with a loud sigh.
"You're too bound to prediction."
"... but it never came off."
Because it never came off.
The sight you see will certainly be a definitive future that happens in real life. But that's your subjective sight.
Nothing. I'm not denying what Amako's saying, but I think it's a little different to be pessimistic about that.
"You don't see where my blood drips, you don't see the sight of me stabbing you directly, do you? Maybe that blood is the blood of someone who tried to stab me."
He was sitting on the wall, hiding behind my back, and he didn't see me, did he?
"Finally, depending on how we perceive prediction, we can think of any expansion."
"Whatever...?"
"First of all, there can be no avoiding about the knife that I wounded stuck out. Even if you were about to stab me, I'm confident you're breaking it instantly."
He said he could afford to avoid it after seeing it.
I wouldn't dare to make it clear if I had an arm or a knife to fold, but I don't think my current motor vision means I can't prevent it. Wounds and fatigue also heal with healing magic, and for me to be able to react to Rose's fist, even if I am stuck in my sight, I can afford to deal with it.
"But even Usato might get stabbed."
"Right. It is also one way to perceive it. But from" must, "don't you think" maybe "would still hold out hope?"
"Well, that's... unscrupulous."
Zero grin at the infidel Amako.
I honestly know Amako is anxious.
Anyway, it wouldn't be pleasant to see the sights of the future alone.
From her point of view, a visible future is not necessarily what she wants. I can't even try to do something about it. I'm annoyed by such helplessness.
I guess Amako had her days with those thoughts when she was in the kingdom of Ringle.
But she's not alone right now.
"Trust me. I believe you, too."
"... it's okay, can I believe it?"
"Of course."
Inside, I nod at Amako without giving it a bite, although I regret slightly that I said something embarrassing.
No matter how serious you are, it's embarrassing to say these words.
"... then a little more about Usat... trust me, I'll try"
I nod contentedly at Amako's words.
Then Amako, who stood up unexpectedly, looked at me seriously.
"It's time to help Mr. Alc. Let's do it, Ale."
"What's that?"
"... don't you remember what you said?"
I feel like I've undermined my trust from Amako at once.
Put your arms together and think as you receive a chilled gaze from Amako.
What is it with you? When you help Mr. Ark, is it like some kind of operation?
"... Operation Yang Dynamic?"
"No.... I... to Usat..."
I'm confused by Amako, who dyed her cheeks and distorted her lips.
The moment you thought so much about me - I finally figured out what she wanted to say.
I mean, Amako is telling me to do a combination like I said, something like that.
"Cheng Cheng, is that it? I joked then..."
"Are you kidding me...?"
Garn, and Amako, who is openly shocked.
I did joke then. But as an idea, it was knitted in the utmost honesty. But it takes Amako's will to do it like no other.
"No, not now. Thinking about last night, I don't think it's a bad method of warfare. Of course, if you don't mind."
"I want to help Mr. Alk. Besides, I decided to believe it."
"Oh well."
Then there's no problem.
Me and you can get to Nair at once. [M] Besides, this time, there's some bull rin, so why don't you give him a little shove?
The decision was made at night, and the operation was set up. Afterwards, I'm worried about how Nair will find out about me and Amako.
"Hmm. Um, I wonder where he went..."
Tilt his neck as he fishes a pile of books in the study.
Yesterday, when Usato and Amako were looking for something missing in the study that would have come, they noticed that one notebook was disappearing.
I know I'm too careless to leave here with the lights off because I was temporarily passed out due to tiredness and magic exhaustion that made the curse of restraint for Usat, but I didn't think I was going to do this kind of trouble.
Faced from a pile of books, I give up looking for a notebook while getting my messy hair done.
"Even though it's one of the few brave records. Could they have taken it? Even though that's just a dirty little notebook for a normal human being. Uh, already. I still wanted to find out..."
Put your arms together, sit in an old chair you're used to, and think.
Nevertheless, how could Usat have taken the notebook, possibly Amako?
"Intrigued? That girl? Not a more valuable book of witchcraft if you sell it, but in a notebook that you don't know if you can't find historical value on purpose?"
Or was there enough in that notebook to interest him?
Brave men are worshipped by humans.
A hero who has dealt with the Demon King and his army, now in an admirable resurrection, alone. I heard that there is a country that admires such a presence in delusion, but that is certainly not the kingdom of Ringle.
"It doesn't seem like he would be delusional to the brave. I don't seem to be interested in that kind of thing.... Amako seems like a possibility. 'Cause you're an animal man, and you don't know what you're thinking."
Either way, it doesn't change what they took.
Fortunately, I have a source who knows how they took a notebook about the brave.
Leaning on my elbow and relaxing, I see 'him' diagonally behind me.
"Hey, what do you think? Alc, come on."
………
That's what I say to Alk, who was standing with his vain eyes in front of the study door. dominated by my ability as a vampire. Now I can tell him anything.
I can ask out birth, experience, friendship, everything.
I'd really like to hear it consciously, but after two days of observation, it turns out that a man named Ark is a man with a strong heart who would never betray his allies.
I like it as a human being, but it's a pretty annoying type for me as a demon.
"Why do you think Usato was interested in the notebook of the brave?"
Ask that question with allusion.
Then he speaks with no discouragement, returning it.
"Lord Usato is associated with the brave"
"............ what?"
He jumped out of his chair and defeated a book stacked nearby in grandeur.
You got any luck with the brave? What the hell? What's so interesting about that?
Is that you? It's not the Patchmon that got the brave guy's alias, is it? He shook his head vertically when he listened that way in a trembling voice.
"More details! …… Ah! I knew it, now Nashi. Let me ask you about Amako first."
Let's first know about Amako and then ask about Usat. His story is too irritating in the knowledge he has known for the last two hundred years.
Let's start with Amako, the rare beast man.
"Lord Amako is a beast..."
"I know that. Save it there."
"She... came to the kingdom of Ringle to save her mother from the kingdom of the Beast Man"
"Hmm, my mother."
Mother, that's a long old memory already.
My mother, who was a necromancer, had been murdered by humans when she was careful. The same goes for my father, who was a vampire. I don't resent humans either, and I think it's worse to be working evil things that would retaliate against humans one way or another.
Leave that alone, the kingdom of Ringle from that country.
I know she's a great kid, but that's all.
"The magic of handling..."
"It's the magic of sensory systems, isn't it? Save that, too."
"No, it's a lie to deceive you."
"What, you made it that much better and you didn't trust me?"
I was willing to deceive you. I can't say anything before.
I didn't feel like I was being seen through, but was I ever on guard from that point on?
"So, what's Amako's magic?"
"She sees the future. A user of predictive magic."
……
You're lying, aren't you? Asking Alk with a look so convulsed that you can tell for yourself doesn't change the answer.
Predictive magic is rare phylogenetic magic that does not manifest itself in some of the beasts. Those who possess that magic are precious to the people of the country where the beasts dwell, and they are called the princess of the beastly people who chant the future, the Time Chant,.
To a brave man, the princess of time chant?
What combination? It's not normal.
With an exalted and trembling voice, I throw an impending question to Alc for certainty.
"You guys, no... who is Usat? Are you human?"
"Lord Usato-"
With the brave, coming from different worlds, he's human.
Alc's words were incomprehensible to me for a moment.
And then a possibility surfaced in my head.
"Summoning the Brave"
The metamorphotic magic, or in this case the ritual of using magic, that brings to this world those who possess heroic qualities from another world, that gave birth to the hero?
That was done.
"Haha."
Different worlds. Different worlds, different worlds.
What a wonderful unknown. Finally, I understand why Usat won't talk to me.
You're right not to say it.
When I found out about this, I would never have let him go.
I would have tied him up here like a treasure.
A different world than here, a world full of mysteries that even I can't imagine living in 300 years.
At first it was just a pleasure. I thought it was just the right doll to get bored.
But the first encounter turned it into an interest.
And now my thoughts have turned to obsession.
"Tell me more about him"
"... Yes"
Summon to the kingdom of Ringle with two brave men.
Join an organization called the Lifeguard Corps, where you receive harsh training.
Develop a pure relationship of trust with Warcraft and Blue Grizzlies that does not use the Devil's Agreement.
We march out as a lifeguard in the battle against the Demon King's Army, saving many people.
At its end, disable one of the main forces of the Demon King Army.
The more I ask, the more I want.
Even though it's worth it just to be a otherworldly person, I can't be more interested in you since you were summoned to this world. Besides, I can't believe this is what's happened within the last year.
"I'll definitely catch you. Oh, but not the zombies and the villagers. Mr. Ark, does Usat use any special magic or anything?"
"Lord Usato's weapon is pure physical ability. The healing magic is just an element that makes his body. There will be only his master in my knowledge who surpasses him in his physical abilities"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!"
When I returned to the hall, when I saw a zombie with crushed arms and broken legs, I pulled honestly.
If you can get rid of zombies in an instant before they scream, it won't last a second for people with less than zombie arm power.
I also have the idea of taking the time to create a restraint magic trick again, but considering last night, I don't think you'll get the same hands on me.
Or can I win by putting myself up? Speaking of which, I can't.
My magic is not for battle, and most importantly, it can't be against such a monstrous man with his arms.
"... yes. You can use that."
The only collection of late fathers now in this mansion.
A being that also inspired me to examine the notebook of the brave.
I jump out of the study without suppressing my feelings to do it and run down to the ground floor at once. At the end of the descent, an underground door that is rigidly closed to the floor. Open the underground door, which was creepingly lit by the sun from the sky, without any hesitation.
"I thought I'd never use it, but it's a monster I can't catch without you."
Whispering to myself, I jumped underground, looking up at the sole exposed to the sunlight I had shed from the gap in the ceiling, and let's go.
No zombies, no humans, no demons.
Then...
"Haha."
Giant enough to reach the ceiling.
Big ripped mouth.
Decided right eye.
Ripped wings.
The remains of a one-winged, one-eyed bucket stood loosely before me.