Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Heroes always try to be guided by destiny to survive numerous miseries and achieve their purpose.

Though wisdom is naturally one of the factors required, what is needed above all is the pull of destiny.

This is not a story. This is reality.

But if he's really a hero, I might be watching one end of the legend.

Fuck!

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Appropriate and rapid judgment is required on the battlefield.

He has fought and won against what belongs to all darkness over the Corpse Mountain Blood River as early as nearly a decade after continuing to fight the Dark Spirits. I have confidence in my judgment. No, there it is.

But this...

A dragon's neck thrown out as if it no longer even had the power to blink. His throat was crushed, his wings were broken, and his body, deeply pierced by Halvard's trunk like a skewer, was an obvious serious injury to anyone who saw it, and it seems like a miracle that he is now alive.

Defenselessly, the brave man who kneels near it without pulling out his sword and stares at it in pain is certainly like a scene in a gaga story.

... but Fujido, what the hell are you doing here? You're here to crusade him, aren't you? Hey!

Amelia said at the time that Fujido made a messed up request, she frowned slightly out of her mind and softly skipped her gaze everywhere without answering anything.

At first glance, you seem calm, but I get it. Pretty upset. How upset are you, reflexively, so upset that you're looking for me that you're supposed to be looking at yourself somewhere. I'm so upset that I can't think of a way to communicate.

I want to connect the comms from here, but I can't do that. My communication equipment is for communication to headquarters, and the only way to connect to it is to succeed Amelia, who packs it in headquarters.

But on the contrary, seeing Amelia in a hurry made room for me. If I were alone, I would have left in front of Fujido.

And the next thing you know about passing stunning, you can't help but hit your whole body with 'nasty'.

I don't know what Fujido is talking about. I know what you're saying, but I don't know what it means.

Hey, what do you want!? Why are you treating me?

You don't feel it!? Even if you were dying, you'd understand, the aura that rises from that dragon! You can't beat me, you can't beat me, you can't beat an intact Gracial Plant! What do you think I made you weak beforehand for!? How hard do you think I had to make you weak so you wouldn't kill me!?

Fujido rises up and looks at Amelia again. Do you know? Now you can stand up because I weakened him and weakened the cold air!

I suppose you thought you couldn't hear me, say it again.

"It's a terrible wound... who the hell did this to Amelia, recover?"

"... what are you talking about?

Amelia replies with a hard expression, a cold voice.

A voice that even sounds ruthless so that you can understand that you don't like yourself the moment you hear it. But Fujido doesn't look like he cares if it's diagrammatically thick or natural around it.

Fujido steps closer to Amelia with a serious look. I wouldn't be joking. In the first place, that's not who Fujido is.

"Hurry up and heal the wound... it may be too late -"

"... why do you think we need to cure it?

Fujido opened his eyes wide to Amelia's particular answer.

In the first place, really, why is Fujido trying to heal the dragon he came to exorcise?

Damn, I have no idea what his theory of thought is. A summoner from another world, but is it the late? In the world of Fujido, is it also the rule that when you fight, you fight in complete health? Until we treat our enemies? What a culture!

Frowning, Fujido asks in the tone of blame.

"No way... Amelia said... kill this,...?

"Yes, that's the target ice tree Xiaolong (Gracial Plant) this time. I don't know who made you weak, but you were lucky to be weak. If you're in a state like this, you'll be able to slaughter them easily just by jumping your neck."

Amelia answers in a white explanatory tone.

The opinion is perfectly correct, but it's not what the merciful Sister would say...

Fujido shakes his head wide and makes his lips fight.

"Stupid...... kill such a weak target? Don't you have something called benevolence?

I'm about to fall off a branch into a dialogue. but the stirrups and the branches moved greatly, but fortunately there is no sign that the Fujido and the others will notice.

benevolence...... so!? What are you saying to the demon opponent, this guy?

This guy is a monster. It's a dragon. Plus, it's probably unparalleled in strength around here.

Vale Forest is one of the best leveling fields in the country. It's not something I've figured out how many warriors would fall if I let this class of demons go wild in such shallow areas.

No, you - you must have come to crusade this guy at the request of the village chief!!

That's benevolence? Is this guy benevolent or something? Gracial Plant, what kind of benevolence are we going to pass on to our opponents?

That's right. Was Amelia unexpected, too, making her eyes blink several times.

"... what are you talking about?"

"I... didn't become a brave man to bully the weak"

Fujido stared at Amelia and affirmed in a strong tone.

Pink black eyes sucked into the wind shaking black hair. Slightly infantile noticeable nose that passes all the way through. Sometimes the surface is good, and its appearance is very Rin.

... a bastard who says funny things. Weak stuff bullying, is.

Damn, did you make me too weak? But I didn't know what would happen if I allowed Gracial Plant to be free. What was I supposed to do? Should I have given up strengthening and just cleaned up?

... let's do that next time.

Okay, if you're benevolent and honorable, I'll do my best not to create an opportunity to exercise it. It's less hassle for you.

"By and large, I feel considerable power from this demon even in a half-dead state. This hunter has a presence around here that can half-kill an opponent he can't deal with. Doesn't that matter more than getting rid of this guy!?

... Whoa, whoa. There's something wrong with the wind.

At some point Aria was approaching the side of the dragon, approaching Amelia who was going out of her sentence. He stares at the silver-tone halberd that protrudes longitudinally and deeply, and the deep scar worn there by the thorns of the mace.

Is this the first time you've seen a wounded demon, or a slightly blue-white remiss peeks at it from behind?

Idiot, you're getting closer to darkness. Eh! Don't be alarmed!

The giant moves for a moment. I slammed Gracial Plant.

He roars like a scream, and its giant collapses greatly. That alone rocked the ground. It is the intention of those who have scattered and hurt themselves. I don't have the power to bind this class of demons, but it will still work well.

But the life force of the dragon species is horrible even if it hurts so much and can still move. Even if your hands and feet are crushed, skewered, your throat is worn, and you have wings, you have whatever means you want to kill a human before level 30.

Aria leaves one step later and sighs. He turned toward Fujido with a seeping voice of agitation.

"Lord Nao, this scar seems to have been blown away by force."

"Power...... shuku!?

"... Yes"

You gave up Amelia's persuasion, Fujido moves next to Aria.

The dragon's half-opened cloudy emerald eyes follow Fujido. Why, how can you be so prestigious against dragons? Only that courage deserves a hero.

Aria continued her analysis with a harsh look.

"Look at this guy's body. Your feet are natural, but there are also rubbed marks on your back"

"... hmm? I mean, is this what this is all about? The opponent he fought said that these three meters were the kind of opponent who could turn a giant upside down."

"Yeah. Even before I got here, there were signs of trees being swept down with strength. Perhaps it's also a trail of some kind of engagement with this guy, the heel"

I just couldn't clear the battlefield. No matter how high the level, I am a monk. You can't burn a forest.

No, should I say I didn't think it would be a problem? Amelia told me it was a deceptive enough level.

"Scars are not the kind of thing humans can do when fighting dragons either. It's not a slaughter or a magical attack."

"What about that pierced spear?

"... that spear is - the axe spear (Halvard) is not inherently a weapon to be used in a spike. At least, it pierces the body more than the spike ahead...... it's a force move. I was wondering if you used what the mercenaries dropped by chance."

Oh, yeah, I am. I'll help you. Sorry about that. There was nothing else, a hard stick.

I frown elsewhere, Aria, showing off her unexpected analytical skills.

"Countless holes in my body are also small enough for me to be poked with a spear, and my surroundings are slightly concave... like I've been hit with a round ball or something..."

The tone of Aria's expression showed signs that she was certain of something.

... dude. Isn't this a bad idea?

My weapon has already been seen.

I had no idea Aria, who was supposed to have little field experience, could analyze the carcass.

You could get to me. Should we just talk to Aria and ask her for help? No, she's direct. I don't think I can hide anything, and I don't think I'll hide anything from the Saint Brave. In the first place, it wouldn't be something I learned about the convenience of the church, etc.

What to do......

Keep your head down and focus on Aria's words. Fujido shrugged as he stared at the still slightly physical dragon.

"... I want you to conclude"

"... Yes"

Amelia finally realizes the situation is bad, she tries to stop it, but she can't make it.

Aria licked her lips once and opened her mouth.

"Hey."

"It wasn't ten or eighty-nine people who hurt Gracial Plant so far."

... what?

Thoughts go blank for a moment. but in the meantime, the explanation goes on.

"This scar is not an attack by a multitude of people, and if there were a warrior who could overwhelm you one-on-one, you wouldn't be able to do such a scar. If you have the power to blow this giant away, don't smash your head and jump your neck. It should be a blow. Not to mention there's no way to imitate the hunter hurting with care not to kill him like this. This won't give you any presence or material. It doesn't benefit me."

"... I know it wasn't human work. Impossible is the horn of the rabbit, and this trail is too violent, too curious. If this is human, it's definitely a psychopath."

It sounds like something awesome to me...

Pull in the hand Amelia nearly stretched out and with a strange look it's time to back off.

Lips wrapped around lowered eyeballs. No, it's not a magical look. This is a laughing look.

Leave me and Amelia alone. Reasoning continues.

"From blowing up this giant, I thought it was probably a subhuman demon three metres or more long and produced countless thorns in the back of his hand."

"Countless on the back of your hand...... thorns?

"Yes. The countless holes worn in this skin are thorny and pierced marks. It's a trail of blows, so it's probably due to boxing. Besides, he's been attacked so intransigently over and over again"

When you level up, you are not afraid to hurt, and a brave (also called reckless) aria who has truncated his enemies shakes his body to fear his own words.

As if it was contagious, Fujido also threw his gaze busily around him once he shook his shoulder with a victory. It's as if that giant is nearby.

... come on, it seems a shame and a shame. No, I'm not going to complain...

"… reporting to the village chief is more necessary than possible new threats"

"Oh...... right"

"Why bother with the next one..."

Rimis pointing his lips and blurring. Oddly enough, that word matched my chest. These guys. Yeah.

When Fujido sighed deeply, he turned to Amelia, who was completely outside the mosquito net.

"Amelia, you got it, right? It is no longer a case of Gracial Plant than a new and powerful demon may have appeared."

"... what are you talking about, you?

What are you really talking about, this guy?

I say it with a look that annoys people, like Fujido is frightened.

"You don't get it! There must be a reason Gracial Plant was attacked. If you stay put, you might have a problem. Treatment is mandatory."

"Problem...?... What kind of problem, for example?

Fujido frowned like he was in trouble for a moment, answering in a tone of uncertainty.

"... the presence of Gracial Plant protecting the woods, managed to drive back where new demons had invaded, etc."

That's a great imagination, dude.

The habitat (territory) of the Gracial Plant is deeper, and in the first place the only thing in the demon is the notion of territory, not protection, etc. Demons are basically hostile species of people in the first place, and even assuming that Fujido's story was a hundred steps away and a hit, it has nothing to do with us being human.

But above all, is the idea amazing in that if someone who doesn't know anything hears it, it might somehow feel like a muscular thing? I shudder my shoulders when I see that Aria and Remis have no indication to deny that opinion.

Amelia sighs loudly and flaunts her shoulders. I clapped my shoulders and made myself clear.

"Impossible. I've never heard of demons protecting the forest, and demons that can defeat Gracial Plant don't live in this neighborhood in the first place. I was wondering how more credible the theory that an armed hunter accidentally took it to half-kill it to play. Besides, it's against doctrine to treat demons."

"... ha. Okay, I get it."

Take a deep sigh as Fujido disappointed.

Shift your gaze and move casually one more step closer to Gracial Plant.

"Amelia's not my party, is she? Let's respect that opinion. So this demon... I'll fix it."

Become -!?

Shortly after he raises his voice, Fujido stretches his arm to Gracial Plant.

As it was, the cross was cut in smooth motion. The work is far more sophisticated than it was the other day when it was tested. Have you practiced? Damn, why are you only serious about that place?!

"Grade Six Recovery Divine Method (Mini Healing)"

A weak green light flashes in the palm of your hand.

It's the lowest healing magic. Not only can the broken wings be regenerated, but the crushed hands and feet cannot be restored. Preliminary healing that only has the effect of blocking the wound a little.

However, there is power to such an extent as to allow some operation on the dying subdragon. Like a fish that has obtained water, the giant grows. The roar of a world that will be unleashed so that its life is burned to the ground. The crushing hand moves slightly and is shaken up.

Halvard through the trunk, the sound of a mistletoe sounds from the wound, but there are no signs of concern about the severe pain that should be piercing the whole body.

A broken hook claw extending from a crushed forefoot, its sharp cross section, targets Fujido.

My thoughts froze. Roaring.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The trees tremble and the wind stops. An incredibly fierce voice when you're out of your own mouth.

Hit the kill again at the same time. I don't have time to sharpen it like I did earlier. It wasn't a dot, it released the surface to the subject. Besides, Limis' knee collapsed to smash, and he retreated as big as if Fujido and Aria had been played.

A shaken down hook paw swings empty where it is in inches. A few pieces of Fujido's forehead scattered, binding the killing intent to the momentary gap that occurred there.

Gracial Plant's body cramps bickly and lays low on the ground again. Even if the physical damage can be healed, there will still be gaps in the spirit.

Confirm to lay low. One beat late, something creepy and cold goes through my spine. It was a shame that I hurt you thoroughly.

Otherwise I would have had to dig a grave.

Have you seen that? Even though he did it with healing magic, the reaction from the opponent is an act of attack.

Even when it comes to subdragons, it's a demon. Such as knowing with demons - impossible without even a miracle happening. There are still a certain number of people in the human area who try to tell with demons, but most of them die unemployed.

"Hey, what's that now?!?

Fujido screams without even knowing that his own life was saved by a piece of neck skin. Did you pull it out reflexively in that hand, the holy sword is held?

Sweat falling off your cheeks on a blue look. Did you punish him somewhat?

Aria also has a sword in upset. Warring lips on trembling hands and feet.

"Stupid...... what a - killing intent...... roaring...... threatening act...... Lord Nao, you are here...... dangerous!!

"Huh... ah..."

The lowest level of remiss couldn't stand it, or there's no sign of getting up sitting around.

I couldn't afford to cut it.

My mistake. I didn't expect you to go hang your own healing magic...... I didn't think you were that stupid. No, maybe I didn't want to think about it. You say you're already sporadically reminded, and I still want to believe him?

Fujido is desperately meditating on his eyes and sharpening his nerves.

I stopped breathing and erased the signs. Apparently, he hasn't found out where he is.

Amelia, who has not changed her complexion, hurries to Fujido, who closes her eyes.

I'm guessing you find it my killer.

"Fujido, we should withdraw quickly. If we find out who the killer is right now, we will definitely not win at Fujido's level right now."

"Heh... heh, no, you can't. You can't run away... you can't"

Fujido ate his teeth and opened his eyes. I look back at Amelia like a ghost. What I can feel from that voice is something I've felt before... spectacular readiness, will.

Is this guy stupid? It shouldn't be so stupid that you can't feel my power difference. There's a difference between heaven and earth on the level between me and Fujido right now. Though released to a wide area, the earlier intent to kill is not unbearable with guts and the like.

If the Lord of the Killer wasn't me, Fujido would be dead by now. It is the intention of such a class to kill.

Did Aria agree with Amelia all the time too, touching Fujido's shoulder?

"Lord Nao... the Lord now is - I can't. At least, you won't have hands or feet at this level. If you're bad, there's even a chance of demons."

"Demons...... yes, no, then absolutely -"

Still, Fujido still screams a complete antiwar.

To such a vineyard, Aria screams with her hands on her shoulders, full of her will.

"Nao!!

A look as rugged as I've ever seen before. On the eyebrows drawn, the blue eyes are deeply unknown to the bottom. For the first time, Fujido's will is shaded by the spectacular expression of remorse, anger, sadness, and all emotions that have become impermanent.

Aria continues. It was disguised as calm, but its voice color was slightly trembling.

"If Nao dies - who will defeat the Demon King? If you really want to challenge the Lord of Killer now to a battle with no winnings...... leave it to me and Limis. Nao can't die here right now."

"Nah!?

Listening to Aria's words, Rimis looks up at Fujido in tears as he enters into Petan. In that gaze of fear and despair, but only anger against Fujido has surfaced. I don't know, I guess we've just been prepared for each other. At least, I'm prepared to be a shield in this situation.

A crimson lizard descends slightly down to the ground from the sleeve of the robe of Rimis, hands that had been unwrought down, and looks up at Fujido with his creeping eyes, just like the Lord.

Fujido's neck moves slowly like an oiled liaison doll. I looked at Aria with a blue look, and looked down at the remiss.

Puppeted pale. The voices released from its lips fight.

"Never... you can't win?

Aria and Limis do not answer. That gaze was just telling.

Perhaps Aria's background in the martial arts and Remis's low level. You must have felt more despair than Fujido felt.

Smaller hands as Amelia smashes the tension on the field.

"Don't get me wrong, Fujido. Not yet."

"Now... not yet..."

"You're still too low a level as a brave man."

That's right. Let everything be good.

Make yourself aware. Your weakness. Make him understand. The weight of that life. Sublime that recklessness to courage.

"No matter how many qualities you have as a brave man, it won't come true for the Demons if you have a low level. But on the contrary, if we raise the level, we can beat the Demons."

"As long as you raise the level..."

To the emotionless Amelia's clerical tone, but Fujido doesn't care, he trivializes the words.

That was as if I were telling myself.

Remis and Aria staring at the look of it worryingly. I don't care, because if I were your enemy, you guys would be wiped out while you're doing that.

Fujido's breathing changes. I breathed heavily, and vomited. I still look at the three of them alternately with an uncertain look as if they were even dreaming. And a word,

"... retreat... do"

"Okay. Remiss."

Aria reacted instantly to the comatose voice.

No matter how little experience you have in action, that's the daughter of the Sword King.

"Ha, I can't stand... Maybe..."

On the other hand, you lost your hips. A remiss about how you can't move. I'm desperately trying to stand with my arms, but it doesn't work at all.

Aria flaunts her face, pulls up its arm and lightly carries her back. The remiss is petty. As a swordsman, the level would not be a greater burden than that. Magicians are often held like luggage when retreating because of their low health and agility. The remiss at the time has a humiliating look on his face, but he knows he's not in a position to complain. He makes a big deal out of it.

Amelia, who obviously didn't look like only one person felt it from a distance, confirmed to Fujido, who was still unbound at her feet.

"Fujido, leave Gracial Plant alone, okay?

"... oh..."

Fujido sees Gracial Plant crawling and cramping on all fours at this moment, too, due to the illumination of the intent to kill.

I'm not going to take it off until that moment when the Vines leave.

For a few seconds, he turns his gaze toward Gracial Plant, who is half-dead and tied to fear, and toward Amelia.

What came out of my mouth was a powerless word, but the content itself had not changed from the beginning.

"... Amelia. Please know I can't... can you restore that?"

……

What the hell drives him that far?

Demons. Many times, they are demons. Even if you hold the impression of pity for a moment, it's normal to convince yourself in the end. Maybe that has something to do with Fujido's roots?

Communication connects.

'What do you do?

"Do him."

Anyway, when Fujido and the others are gone, I'll just stop. It didn't go as planned, but that's it.

Copy that, sir.

Communication is interrupted.

Sighing loudly, Amelia approached Gracial Plant. On a level, Amelia is below due diligence. Tie it up with more force.

What did you think, Fujido stands next to it. As if to see the place.

In case there is no more force to release the intent to kill. Hot enough to concentrate too much on your spirit and burn your head off. But good. A little later, a little later.

And Amelia chants' Recovery Magic (Healing) '. A much stronger green light surrounded the entire body of the Gracial Plant when Fujido spoke.

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When the light went out, I didn't know what a dragon was, but I was a girl.

I decided I could file a complaint with Craio.