Corporate Slave Hero Says He’s Quitting His Job

"- Chip, did you miss the annoyance"

Luke, who waved Sabres down, tongues against the fact that he wasn't handy in his hand.

The sight Luke put into critical sight was the moment when Irela was taken away by someone.

To someone, Luke looks familiar.

"That sorcerer (...) Me. Is there a reason why I didn't stab him in the face?"

A presence that stood before him with Isbell, Captain of the Demon King's Army Most Squad, Phantom Lord.

Phantom should have been defeated by Luke's flying sword.

It would mean that it was a mistake more than living at the moment...

"I don't know where I was lurking, but is it time to keep the Demon King moving? It's a little tricky to get broken in again."

Luke delivers Sabres and heads to the back door.

This is where we remodeled Jee and Biv to keep them at rest, and the original innkeeper was further back.

When you open the door and go inside, you can find the girl in one of the several existing huts.

"... almost there"

Connected by chains and dressed in blurry garments, Isbell was in deep sleep.

Looking at it, Luke turns his mind to his ideals.

"The day is near when we will be kings of the world - true braves."

♦

"Phew! Exactly. If you go outside, it won't be easy to pack."

"Team... leader...?

Outside Demon King's Castle, in an unpopular place, were the appearances of Irela and Phantom.

"You're in critical time, peace of mind"

"Yes, where have you been? - Tsk..."

"Look, it doesn't move hard. Now you're not a body that can move anymore."

"Shh, excuse me..."

When Phantom takes out two healing potions from the nostalgia that encourage the regeneration of the wound, he hands it to Irela.

The received Irela looked up at Phantom's face as she drank it both ways.

"I stood up to Master Isbell and them, but unfortunately I was defeated. I'm just dead, too! I thought, God didn't seem to have let me go yet. Barely spared the fatalities. I hid myself until the wounds healed. I'm sorry I couldn't help you right away."

"No...... that helped. If the captain hadn't helped me out, by now..."

"You must have been dead. It's not as easy as being alone with him."

Come on - and the stood up Phantom lifts it so that he can hold the frustration.

It was a small, screaming irritation, but I realized my body that I would not be able to walk in the end, lurking my voice and growing up.

"Let's dive in once. Unfortunately, we couldn't make it to Isbell's retrieval... because once we're in shape, we'll be able to try again."

"Is everyone all right..."

"So far, all the magic reactions have remained. but is it a quinquennial question whether everyone can withdraw?"

"Oh no..."

"Believe me, let's wait. If we go back to help now, we won't be able to come out first."

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"Come on, let's enjoy our festival!

"Come on!"

Sador turns to me and unleashes something.

I succeeded in barely scratching with intuition, but each time a cut went into the wall behind me.

What is different from a flying sword?

Something more physical, less destructive than a flying sword, but with a superior cut.

If I hit it, it would easily tear even my flesh, which I had worked out, apart from specializing in cleavage.

"How long can you avoid it?

"... don't think I'm just avoiding it forever!

I predict the moment the attack stops and release the flying sword.

A flying sword as weak as anyone who ever knew me can think of, but enough with restraint.

"Well, do a clever imitation."

When Sador waves his arm, my flying sword is finely cut in the air.

The lost flying sword remains foggy and does not reach Sador.

"What a weak flying sword for a legendary brave man who defeated the Demon King for two generations. This will grieve my predecessors."

- Don't worry about yourself.

"Huh!"

The flying sword just now was a sword.

I instantly packed my distance and dived into my nostalgia.

And cut it straight up from the bottom with an X-Dark.

A blow that surely cleaves Sador's body.

If the activation condition of his move is to wave his arm, this blow cannot be stopped anymore.

"Don't lick it!

Just before the attack hit, a chill ran.

I turn to protect X-Dark.

Shortly afterwards, a strong impact ran on his arm.

I'm rolling down the floor in the form of a blow-up if you notice.

When I stood up again, I saw Sador's expression in a slightly irritating way.

"It's out of my mind... to have this degree of manoeuvre, to take me down with this degree of aggression, etc... you're not a brave man anymore, you're just a miscellaneous fish!

Saddle waves his arm.

Then again a fine slaughter flew towards me.

By contrast, I just wave straight down the X-Dark.

The feeling of cutting something off was conveyed to Exdark, and the slaughter burned in front of him.

"Become..."

"Sure, I'm pretty weaker now than I was before. But I can get my experience back."

I shake X-Dark and pay for it (...) entangled.

"An arm-wielding attack, and an overall attack on the counter. finger and arm movements and the weight of the attack. I haven't been caught with my eyes yet, but your offense is probably..."

I'm scattered around. Pick it up and put it on your hands.

"See, I knew it was yarn (...)"

That was a silver yarn that would be thinner than hair.

Slightly magical.

Enormous amount of magic you wouldn't know unless you took it and checked it up close.

Now I guess I was manipulating it freely.

"I heard your witchcraft was puppet witchcraft, but you weren't actually such a big deal. Your true ability is just to manipulate yarn freely."

"Well, I wonder what... I actually let you manipulate all sorts of things, didn't I? I thought it was just yarn."

"The subject you can manipulate is one who has less magic than you. Otherwise, the magic in your body will burn you down. If you raise the amount of magic that will cause the yarn to strap to the yarn so that it won't burn off, they'll notice the presence of the yarn this time. That's why I was choosing a doll."

If you can manipulate any kind of being, it should be so easy as to manipulate the Demon King, Luke, or myself if you're bad.

I don't do that, which means I can't, because even if my reasoning is off, there's a reason why I can't do anything else.

"The range looks a lot farther, but I guess the farther you get, the less you can do. There's no better way to beat you than with a cracked seed."

"Bullshit......! Where I get it! My tricks are beyond you!

"Oh. If we keep this up, I'll end up losing the war of attrition. Even if you don't, you buy me some time and I'm done."

I pour magic into Exdark.

The black aura began to blow out of Xdark, covering my surroundings.

"I ate a lot of time analyzing it. So don't bother."

I can't be afraid to suffer forever.

If you spare me here, I'm sure you'll regret it later, even if you survive.

"I'll make sure the brave ones are really cluttered."