Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Something had to be done. There was only one thing I could do. There was something I could do.

I don't need any other reason to take action.

Tree age clouds a hundred years, clouds a thousand years, or so thick trunks that you can't turn your hands around, poke thin or even begin to whiten the sky, stretching everywhere.

As he dragged his legs and laid his hands on the trunk, he exhaled slightly disturbed and lowered the backpack and mace he was carrying.

It should have been a long way from where you nailed Gracial Plant, but only the sound of the wind in the woods because the signs are still dark.

Under a dim forest with no sound of life, people's voices often sound.

Answer the voice that resonates in your brain.

"Oh. It's all over. I'm waiting nearby without going back. Probably not a problem..."

Copy that, sir.

I should have just woken up, but Amelia's voice heard in her ear is no different than usual. Well, I can't imagine where she could sleep.

I don't play in that tone, but I feel dependable there. In the first place, Fujido's support would have been quite difficult if she hadn't been dispatched. Again, the more manpower, the better. How helpful would this be if she would constantly come into Fujido's party...

No, you can't. Don't want much.

Dismiss the thought that came to mind. Craio sent help so quickly, which in itself is unprecedented. If you want any more, you will be punished.

"Signs of dragons should be known if we continue down the main road."

I have already confirmed that I am able to read some of the signs of demons in the ten days I have raised the level together.

Besides, it was also an essential skill for mercenaries. This should be the first time to trace the big guy in the subdragon class or from a distance, but Fujido's potential will work it out.

"What if Fujido couldn't trace it?

"I marked the tree with a cross. Follow the marked tree and you'll get there."

'... Got it. I'll tell Fujido it's good.'

"Oh, I got it"

I'm all set. This time Amelia should be asked to support Fujido on the condition that it is temporary.

Her divinity at level 55 would be enough as a support against the subdragon, and above all, it's easy to do because she even has the means of communication together, knowing the circumstances.

The only thing I was worried about was if you would agree to accompany me to Fujido, albeit temporarily, but unexpectedly and comfortably understood. I was only concerned about the combination with Craio's orders, but apparently he didn't strictly adhere to them either.

I don't know how she behaves, but she doesn't seem to listen to my orders altogether, so her assessment of falling to the point of falling the moment we met was eel up at the moment. If this is a measure, it is quite a ruse.

I raise my face and look up at the sky, which is even getting thinner and brighter.

There will still be time before Fujido arrives. There are boundaries around the Gracial Plant. There is no first chance that the weakened Gracial Plant will be attacked by other demons.

Rebellion the plan for any holes. Failure isn't fatal, but Pride won't allow it.

I have wings. I also crushed my hands and legs. He also crushed his throat and skewered his body to such an extent that he didn't die because he explored the area and found Harvard, who Marina said he had lost. The loss of vitality also weakened the cold air. With Amelia's auxiliary magic, you should be able to withstand Level 27 Fujido as well.

There are no holes.

Gracial Plant is already half-dead, so it only serves the purpose of making Fujido struggle, but that can no longer be helped. Let's just put up with raising his level. Though half-dead, the presence of an overwhelming demon should be enough alarm for him.

You'll see. Unless you're an idiot.

"Mr. Ares, why don't you take a little break?

"No, no problem"

No damage. When it comes to top individuals, you don't have to deal with subdragons at the bottom. Toughness is the only thing I sell.

I haven't slept, and my body moved, so it's a lie when it comes to no fatigue, but my arms don't get dull due to this degree of fatigue.

Most importantly, I was just feeling expensive fighting. The intent to kill awakens the warrior's eyes. Even though it turned out to be understated, that dragon was definitely a natural enemy of man.

The gingi and awakened eyes foresaw dim darkness, and the heightened spirit clearly sensed signs of weakened subdragons far beyond. You won't even sleep if you don't cool it down.

Through the earrings, Amelia rarely speaks harder and says.

'You shouldn't. If you can't rest your body properly, you'll have trouble moving slowly when you have to.'

"... doesn't dull to this extent. Sacred Arts (Holy Play) can also restore fatigue"

"You won't be able to recover your mental fatigue."

To Amelia's words, she tried to make excuses reflexively, stopping at the rind.

Meditate your eyes and breathe slowly and deeply.

Cold exhalations go around the brain, but to that extent, the fierceness does not heal.

But in the spirit of exaltation, I knew clearly that her words were right.

Exactly. Impossible is not good. Rest when you can rest. There's nothing else to do now. Then we should be prepared for:

Somehow, the opponent is the legendary Saint Brave (Holly Brave). Because it's no wonder or anything where one or two stupid miracles have happened.

'I'll take care of it later. You should get some sleep.'

"Oh. Oh, right..."

"Mr. Ares is no longer alone."

I see. Of course not.

Role sharing is important. A break that is rarely taken when you are alone can also be alternated if there are two of you.

Put your back on the trunk of the tree and sit back as you slouch. Her words make sense.

Aren't you alone? That was... a blind spot.

I've fought alone all my life, but it's not like I don't understand the point of hitting a mission with multiple people.

Hang up the allusion to yourself. The engine that I turned once doesn't quiet so easily.

Licked her dry lips and replied in one word not to worry.

"Okay. Rest a little. I'll take care of it later. Let me know if you need anything."

"Okay."

"Contact me before you go into the woods without anything. Gracial Plant may recover. I'll weaken him again before Fujido gets there."

Every obstacle must be crushed.

Amelia answers me like she's scared.

'Okay. … Mr. Ares is worried'

"... I think so."

Honestly, I'm worried. I wouldn't worry about Fujido. He'll be the only one I've worried about so far.

He's already betrayed me for a long time. There's always misery in front of him, and most of it he deserves. He's a bug jumping into the fire himself. Besides, he not only jumps into an already burning fire, but lights it himself.

What will you do now?

I wish I could cover as much as I can... Maybe this is not the only reason it's never right after the battle.

Tongue punch. Switch thoughts. It's okay. Now it's okay.

Let's chill our heads in the river and get some sleep. All I can do is pray.

Oh, it's Az Gried, the god of order. Give Fujido a guide once in a while.

"Sleep"

"... good night"

Weakened subdragon temper and tranquil Vale Great Forest felt far away.

I double-checked the situation, sorted it out in my head and sighed.

Maybe I think too much. Would I have been so timid?

The answer is no matter how much you think, there is no sign of it coming out.

§§§

Fujido rushed over to the half-dead dragon before my eyes, climbing on a tall tree more than a dozen meters from the scene and lurking my breath to observe.

Winged and crushed his hands, feet and throat, he crouched down to the side of the dragon pierced by Halvard and groaned.

I could clearly hear that voice concentrating on hearing.

"How awful... Amelia, healing magic (healing)..."

- And I found out hell.

I see... is that what you're here for now? No shock. I'm used to it. I'm rather impressed. Well, I was wondering if there's a way to do that.

I see, I see, I see... what?