Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Maybe this is a bad year.

Think about how you can be so confident, looking at Fujido with an expression that doesn't even envisage fine dust for your defeat.

First and foremost, I heard you trained the Knights, but have Fujido ever fought demons?

Nor is the opponent a junior demon.

It is a level demon that the village chief of this village, with a large number of demonic extermination specialists, says' high level '. What exactly is stuck in this guy's skull? Or is that barbaric courage the condition of the brave?

I can beat them, but I can't get a quick execution in this short time.

When I rebuilt my thoughts that were about to escape reality, I stared at the village chief and Fujido and asked them briefly.

"The other guy?

"Gracial Plant sounds like a guy...... Plant (Plant) So is it a plant type? If there is a mistake in using the magic of the fire system..."

I guess I had learned some knowledge of demons.

It's no mistake that plant-type demons are vulnerable to fire, but halfway through knowledge was a vendetta.

Gracial Plant... not a plant.

It's a dragon breed.

Ice Tree Xiaolong (Gracial Plant)

To be precise, it is a plant dragon.

At least five metres in length, he moves with his roots up, restrains his opponent with a tsu, and exhales a brace of cold air.

Among the dragon species there are pure dragons, born dragons, and subdragons whose other organisms have changed for some reason, but the Gracial Plant belongs to the latter.

The recommended crusade level for Gracial Plant, which is not a challenging opponent when compared to the pure dragon species, but even if it is one end of the dragon, is 50, which is also the level when we have a party of six.

The land is a level-up field to 30, and I see there won't be many mercenaries who can crusade it.

How can we confidently say that we can defeat someone we don't even know well, who is an average level 15 scout?

See the mayor of the village. eyes that no longer doubt that the request will be fulfilled.

As a member of the Church, it is not a good idea to let down the authority of the brave.

For those who believe in the Sacred Brave, the Sacred Brave is a superman who can defeat the Demon King at the moment he is summoned. Without a level difference or anything.

So there will never be malice on the part of the village chief either.

- Though I may have plans.

"I disagree."

"Why?"

"We don't have time to fight such mutts."

- So I lie.

You can't underestimate a brave man.

The village chief glanced at my earrings and gave a blatant expression.

It's obvious because all of a sudden a rambling monk has tried to rebel a story that was about to come together, but even this one can't do what's impossible.

You can't directly relate the brave to the Gracial Plant.

The opponent is resistant to attack magic, not to mention dragon species and plants. It's not a sweet story about burning if you light a fire, etc. It wouldn't even burn with the magic of a level 10 elementary.

The sword used by the former brave man that Fujido is receiving - Ex might be able to scratch that hard skin, but that's not a sure handle at level 15.

God, you're giving me too much of a test.

Fujido sighs at my words as if they were exhausted.

"Ares, we are brave men. Don't let what is being damaged by the Devil's Hand go."

At least I would have been a little different if I had 30 or 30 levels.

But even if the powerless throw up such a dialogue, it's just hilarious.

The mayor of the village breaks in between me and Fujido, who bumps into each other's gaze and creates a sinister atmosphere.

"Well well...... I also know what Mr. Ares says. For a brave man, you won't even have to deal with a dragon."

"... Dragon!?

I still didn't get it, or the remiss shouts a surprise. I don't even raise my voice until I reach Fujido by only rounding my eyes.

Do you still think you can handle the look of surprise?

The village chief continues without hesitation. This guy wants to punch me. Don't ask the sudden Saint Valor for a weird favor.

Light brown eyes, commonly found around Wangdu, moisten with tears like buying sympathy.

"But... for us, it's important. Already some of the mercenaries have defined this place as a danger zone, and even those who have left it. So far, the damage to the Gracial Plant has not been significant, but rumors will soon spread. All I can do is ask the best fighters who can defeat the Gracial Plant Crusade as soon as possible."

Damn. I didn't know this was happening.

I regretted that I prioritized swift action over intelligence gathering.

But if you don't take the next level, you're going to die a brave man... and if this is going to happen, you should have picked another level field.

Let's do that next time.

More light of will lights the eyes of Fujido.

Brave. Sacred Brave.

As its name suggests, Fujido's way aims for justice. I just don't have enough power for that.

I wish the Eight Spirits Three gods would have not only given protection but also raised the level properly...... no, if this guy had gained strength with his character as it is, that would be going to be a problem.

"Ares, I'm a brave man. summoned for it, answered the summons. I have a duty to fight for the people of this world."

No. The only duty I imposed on you was to defeat the Demon King, that's all. Don't waste it.

The ritual of heroic summons is - nothing is so full of light.

I swallowed that word at your place.

Not a word to say right now. Hitting emotions senseless is foolish.

In that sense, I was an unmistakable fool when I hit Remiss earlier.

Information that there is no alternative - all expectations must be abandoned.

Fujido is not an idiot.

I'm sure Fujido will notice every step of the way if we keep fighting like this.

As the coastal cliffs are scraped with waves one by one.

Whatever I say now will surely be in vain. So I deflect Fujido's emotional spearhead.

Grab both shoulders of Fujido and state clearly from close range.

"No. Fujido, listen carefully. I'm not asking you to abandon this village."

He took his hand away from Fujido, who shook his body with exaggeration, and then turned to the village chief.

You're making trouble... No, I'm not. Instead, I'm glad.

If the village chief hadn't said anything extra, we might have walked into the woods without knowing anything and encountered Xiaolong the Ice Tree.

Things are bad but not the worst right now. Not the least.

"Hey, I hope Gracial Plant's gone, huh?

"Yep... Yep... as it is, well..."

"We don't have to take them down. So there's nothing wrong with the mercenaries in this city taking them down?

These guys don't need the help of a brave man. Anyone can defeat the demons that are troubling this city.

To my words, but the village chief disputed.

"Of course, I've already thought about that. But... now there are no mercenaries in this village... strong enough to accept it. I threw a request at the hunters, but I can't force them any more than my life is at stake."

Is it a good idea to push that on the brave?

The idea that came to mind for a moment is also due to subjectivity from my point of view. The other side is just a story that I asked for because of my worship of the brave.

It's no use resenting him. Efficiency. Above all, efficiency must be considered. Stop your legs and no one will be happy.

I took a deep sigh of resentment only once and stared at the village chief.

Why should I bother you with something like this? This is what party leaders are supposed to do.

I miss a month ago when I've been working alone.

"I'll talk to the mercenaries. So there is no such thing. And Fujido, okay?

Watching the brave snort with a slightly blued look, the drinks drop just a little.

Fujido is the leader of this party. It is not a good idea to disagree openly with that opinion.

There will be a great deal of certainty. But - I can't replace my belly on my back.

He then also turned his gaze to Rimis and Aria, who were stifling his expression.

"The Fujido and the others will keep the inn first. We also need to gather information. Let's spend the night and then head to the woods."

You can't leave right now more than a powerful demon can.

It would be legendary if it met my eyes to wipe them out in the first woods.

I knew clearly that my future was full of misery without having to look into the eyes of the future.

Needless to say, that's not the hardship I assumed when I heard I'd be sent on a demon king crusade.

§§§

"Hey, who's the highest-level demon hunter (monster hunter) in this?

One of the mercenaries who specially breeds the crusade of demons is called the Monster Hunter.

They are essentially professionals who continue to hunt demons more powerful than humans, and that level is also well above the average level of the human race.

After the village chief's mansion, I was visiting Vale's biggest hunter's good offices.

Smells like tobacco and alcohol bending the nose that stimulates the sense of smell at the same time as it enters. And face the smell of blood and iron crossing there. I hope the coat doesn't smell...

My gaze focused on the louder voice. The illusion, like entering a beast's nest, strikes his whole body.

No, the truth, these guys are beasts. Those who possess power if they are in the shape of men. Among those who aspire to hunt demons, even those who give up because they are torn by the air in this good offices.

And it's also a familiar illusion.

The good offices are a similar facility to a liquor store. Counter lined with countless liquor bottles on a stained wood table that I don't even know how many years I've been using.

Each table has a messy line of liquor bottles and dishes, and some of them look drunk and lying down from day to day.

It's still all over town, so few are wearing heavy armor, but each one has his own weapon at hand. Paired with coaled air, it's as if it's a battlefield.

I put more effort into holding the Battlemace, which I have been using for years and am already completely familiar with, and said it again.

"I'm looking for the highest-level hunter in this"

"... what can I do for you, Mr. Priest"

A woman with rusty light dirty hair, sitting in the front seat, stood up fluttering.

She's a big woman as tall as me. I guess it's a proximity job, my arms are twice as thick, my breasts are integrated with my chest muscles, and I'm boosting my thick cloth a lot. Next to it was a boneless battle axe about the size of a human being.

Every time I walked, the floor slightly swept, and as I approached, a woman looked down at me.

Grey eyes slightly clouded by a mixed exhale of strong alcohol. But those eyes shine in a strong vitality with gnaws.

Like a giant fairy (troll). Reliable, but not necessarily proportionate in physical proficiency and level.

The back length itself flushes calmly through the strong pressure that it feels despite little change.

"I have a demon I want you to crusade. That too, as soon as possible. If possible, by the end of the day."

"... who?

"Ice Tree Xiaolong (Gracial Plant)"

The air in the field stuck to my words.

"Go home. Nobody takes it here."

A red-haired mercenary who has never even turned his gaze on this one before nowadays dumps him.

I glanced closer as the woman in front of me peered in from the bottom and gave her a lowly laugh at what was funny.

But I'm not honestly going to pull it off when they say no. There is a demon king crusade on Fujido's shoulders.

I whispered my fingers silently and prayed to God.

"Tertiary Widespread State Recovery Divine Method (Exa Area Recovery)"

"Nah."

A strong light of young grass emerged from my fingertips and spread my body intact throughout the good offices.

The magnificent man with the white head who was lying down, the man with the red and black appearance who was trumpeting his liquor, those who were interested in the card game and the woman standing in front of him, the light goes out enveloping and converging the body of all of them.

Tertiary Widespread State Recovery Divine Method (Exa Area Recovery)

It is a sacred technique of restoring a state abnormality in a subject within a certain range. It undergoes it, and both drunkenness and drowsiness disappear. A drunken man rises up and the gaze of the mercenaries, whose gaze was slightly unbalanced, returns to normal.

The woman opened her eyes in amazement and roared like a hound. The quality of the gaze has already changed.

"Range magic...... you, no way...... high priest (hi Priest)!? Why are you in such a village?

Priest compares to demand and has less supply. It's hard to raise the level, but when you can use a sacred technique that can restore a certain range, you can basically welcome it at any party with a thank-you from a third party.

No one in the Priest of this village will be able to use it, as it will not be available first at level 30. Maybe a priest who heads a village church can use it, but it's limitless rare among mercenaries.

I said it again as if I were going to say it patiently to a child with no excuses.

"I'm looking for someone who can defeat the Ice Tree Xiaolong (Gracial Plant)"

"... what's the reward?

The answer to return was different from earlier.

A gaze as if to see even out of common sense turns into something interesting.

I said it without breaking my extremely serious look.

"Dragon Killer (Dragon Slayer) Glory"

"... no reward," he said?

"You may like the remains of the ice tree Xiaolong (Gracial Plant). If you want to dismantle and sell, and make equipment out of that material. I don't want my share."

Even though it's a subdragon at the bottom, it's a kind of dragon, even if it rots.

Skin is treasured by armor, fangs and bones by swords, organs by medicines, etc. Demand has always outstripped supply, and just selling off the whole body would be a fortune.

Also, the Dragon Killer Glory takes it for a demon hunt and becomes a kind of status. Preferences at the good offices are, of course, a great opportunity to sell your name as a powerful mercenary.

Of course, only God knows if it's worthy of life.

It would not otherwise be worthy of consideration, such as a request without remuneration.

But at each table, he lurked his face elusively, perhaps a fellow of his own, and there were the hunters who looked at each other.

I turn my gaze around silently. What I seek is the strongest mercenary in the land.

- Idiot, the target is a dragon, albeit a dragon. Too risky.

- But we have High Priest over here. If you miss this opportunity, when can you defeat dragons and such next... isn't it a chance to be born?

- Damn, there's no weapon only at times like this. I thought it was a temporary leave, so I put it out for maintenance.

- Think of the average level over here. I can't!

Various thoughts cross, desires fly.

Mercenaries are a very risky business. Most people lose their lives fighting demons before they reach heroes. Strength, of course, is needed to succeed, but strong luck is needed.

The giant fairy (troll) in front of me asks the question.

"I'm just asking... are you coming out to the battlefield too?

"There are circumstances, I can't. But I use all my auxiliary magic (buffs) beforehand. You've got about ten hours, so there's no way you're gonna run out in battle."

I have their amulet. If we're gonna make sure, we want to fight together, but we can't leave them alone.

The language changed the atmosphere of the hunters who were deliberating. They thought I'd follow them to the battlefield.

The presence or absence of a high level Priest is directly linked to victory or loss. I guess auxiliary magic alone is still anxious.

But not for hunters of that degree of strength.

What I want is results. All AZ Gried always wants is results.

Eventually, one person and another became quiet, and finally all that remained was one party.

Five parties that included female mercenaries like trolls. There are three avant-gardes, one magician and one monk.

The average level is 40, which is pretty much higher considering the averages that can be safely raised in this forest.

A bearded man with a body that was unbeatable by a female mercenary - a man who seemed to be the leader of that party gave his arm in a grunt.

Hands crossed with burnt hands in the day.

"I'm Tomas Gregory, the leader of this party. These are Gustav the Swordsman (Swordmaster), Damian the Mage (Mage), and Eric the Monk (Priest). It was Marina the Axe Warrior who approached you earlier."

A magnificent man with a thick bastard sword.

A boy in a coat of law wandering somewhere in the midst of a careless, witch-style young man.

Tilaly gaze at them and turn back to Tomas.

"It's Ares Crown. I'm doing God's Me."

Powers like the all-powerful you can get into your hands at the same time as shaking hands. But Tomas is a warring warrior, but I'm still a higher level.

Tomas puts a wrinkle deep in his forehead at me for taking it flat.

"How did you end up in this land?

"There's no other reason than divine life for a faithful servant of God to be here."

Deep in the Vale Forest is too dangerous.

If we raise the level here until the efficient 30, it's always the way to go.

This land was already a passing land for me, a land I had never planned to come again.

So there's no explanation for being here right now other than divine life.

I licked my lips perky, half serious, but I joked and told him.

"Well, I'm thinking it's time for God's Me to retire too"

"Mm... I can use it until I recover the range, why?

God's pretty rough, too.

If this is a trial, then God is a terrible sadist.

I guess he's a pious man, Eric the Priest is about to rise up and make a loud noise with cancer.

A female mercenary with an adorable name marina on the back of her appearance circled her eyes.

"You're funny."

"You like it. Above all. Let's move on to business. The sun goes down like this."

Before Fujido cuts his paralysis and goes into the woods, I need you to put an end to it.