Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Wear the hood deep, and in case you can escape, be ready to wait behind the inn.

Fortunately, the back of the inn is barely crowded. Otherwise, I would have been the focus of attention dressed to hide my face despite the sunny weather.

"Aria and Fujido are out"

Copy that.

I shall return to the administrative Amelia report briefly, no matter where the thoughtful remarks were made earlier.

I was used to undercover. High levels mean high presence. Higher presence refers to more things that can be done in this world than others. The high level is an absolute indicator, that's one reason.

If I held my breath and concentrated my spirit, I could feel everything.

Visual, auditory, olfactory and tactile.

If you meditate on your eyes and dive into your breath, you can feel signs of Fujido and Aria no matter how many walls you separate. If you move your nose, you can tell the slight perfume Amelia is wearing. I whispered in my footsteps and followed Amelia down to her room.

If you look up, you see a small window that's opened. The inn is on three floors, and the room the Fujido and the others are taking is on the third floor. The upstairs room windows are closed and there are no people's eyes. The size of the window would also be about the same size as letting in some leeway.

I touched an almost flat wall with my hands flat with no outstretches. It's a shadow of a building and it doesn't shine in the sun, a chilling feeling. Scratch the surface with your nails.

Flat, but easy to climb. Believing you can do what's important.

"Mr. Ares."

"Huh!!

Simultaneously with Amelia's signal, breathing briefly I kicked the ground hard.

Raise your nails and climb the wall to take it. When he climbed ten meters in just a few seconds and reached the window, he asked while hooking his finger to the edge.

Signs of a dragon daughter on the sign of a remiss. There's no big move.

Remove the knife from your pocket with your left hand while holding your body back with your right hand, then tuck it in your mouth and pull it out of your sheath. It's a magic tool that stuns the subject in contact. There is no way to resist a mistake below level 20 that is difficult to work with a high existential Dark Family member.

I want to avoid being witnessed. With the signs gone, I jumped into the room.

I had already figured out the placement in the room. The room number is different from the room I was staying in, but there is little difference in placement.

Two beds. Side table. Indirect lighting. Closet. Coated. Safe. On a brown couch. Large table in four-legged chair.

Unexpectedly exhale briefly. With the knife in one hand, I slowly looked indoors.

The sofa has a dragon daughter wrapped in a black coat lying unattended. Rimis had deposited his body down at the table in the same way. At first glance, there were no traumas, but the drooping arm was like a corpse. Leather cover books fall at your feet.

What the hell does this mean?

Only Amelia had her spine pinned and her gaze pointed toward the entrance door. Stop killing signs and make strong footsteps.

Amelia's shoulder trembles and looks back like she was bounced. The agile behavior was a little interesting.

Close to the remiss. Sound of gentle exhalation. I'm not dead, I'm just asleep. The same applies to dragon daughters.

Ask Amelia.

"What's going on?

"Duh... what place are you coming from..."

When you look at me for a moment, you squeal like Amelia's frightened.

"... you didn't tell me to go in through the door"

"I haven't even heard you go in through the window..."

Upon entering through the front door, an action is required to open and close the door. It just stinks of trouble to do that without being noticed by the remiss.

Especially since there seemed to be nothing to worry about......

I looked around the room again and asked Amelia again.

"What's this all about?

"I put him to sleep. They haven't noticed."

"How?

It's magic.

Magic, magic, huh?

Point your gaze at Rimis and Gresha. I don't have to touch it. Deep sleep.

The answer itself is concise, but it shouldn't be as easy as it sounds. Both dragon breeds and magicians have high resistance to witchcraft. It is not a concurrent magician's move, such as putting those two to sleep in an instant. Not so bright in witchcraft. That's how I know.

To be honest, that far exceeded the skill I expected from her. The elite also have some. With so much skill, it will be used everywhere. Whether you're a Priest or a Magic Instructor (Spellcaster), it's a level where you can do enough. Why did she come so long after she volunteered under me?

Frowning and looking at Amelia.

I'm not listening.

"Because they haven't asked me. I didn't even hear that."

"Right. Sorry about that."

If you do have that much skill, you can also see that it is intolerable to be seen below. Maybe it's someone I don't have.

To apologize, Amelia looks badly out of sight somewhere.

"... no. But... what are you going to do now?

Both Limis and Gresha are in deep sleep. Sleeping breath saw a slight rise or fall in its body.

How long will it take for the Fujido guys to get back? There won't be enough. Twenty minutes? Or thirty minutes?

... Enough.

Get closer to Gresha. The subdragon's senses should be sharp, but there's no sign of waking up when I approach with hostility. I guess my sleep is considerably deeper.

"Interrogate. Don't you worry about the remiss happening?

"Yep. I don't think you have to worry about waking up unless you raise your voice pretty loud...... interrogation? Not negotiation?

Negotiate with the demons? I don't have that much experience negotiating, even if I have experience interrogating. By and large, we don't have enough time to negotiate.

I just want to avoid being found by someone at a brave party during interrogation.

Looking down at Gresha.

Glossy dark green hair with dazzling white skin glimpsed from the gap in the rash coat. An unusual sleeping face on a closed lid. If I hadn't seen that moment of change, I wouldn't think it was a demon, etc.

But at the same time I figured it out. This guy is a dragon. Its presence felt at close range. It is certainly weak compared to when it was a dragon's body, but the power it feels from its lean is not comparable to that of Fujido or anything else today.

- It's dangerous.

Grab and catch the arm that was folded to hold in with your left hand. Light. No weight. How strong is the flesh?

Peel off the coat that was covered and drop it on the floor. A swollen chest on just dazzling nakedness. I wouldn't be able to make excuses if they saw this sight right now.

Amelia raises her voice of restraint.

"Hey... Mr. Ares?

"Get up."

I ignored it and gently slapped Gresha on the cheek.

Exactly if I was externally stimulated, I would also wake up to sleep. I slightly wandered and Gresha slowly opened my eyelids.

My gaze wanders through the sky, looking up at my face at the end. The expression catches my eye. Thin Zhu lips open. My throat moves. My chest swells slightly with inhaled breath. I grabbed my right fist and slapped it into my stomach.

"- Huh!?

"Nah."

Extremely short scream.

The hanging arm makes a michi noise and bends to Gresha's belly letter. My eyes open wide and my expression distorts in pain. A nauseated, warm saliva wets his right hand.

Analyze the feeling left in your hand. Soft but hard. If you were a human, your arms would be ripped off and your stomach would have burst. Let's just say we still have the power to be present.

Well, either way... even when I was a dragon, I took the girl's appearance. Even now, from me, it doesn't turn into a sandbag.

Forced to put his finger in Gresha's throat, he grabs his tongue. Because of the fact that the original ice tree Xiaolong, he was different and limp from people.

I drop my voice and whisper in Gresha's ear trying desperately to whine.

"If you make a scene, I'll kill you. Kill them even if they take hostilities. You don't have to answer my question to kill me. Remember, on my level, I can kill you faster than you can scream."

I couldn't penetrate it because it was a fist, but a handknife would definitely have penetrated my abdomen.

Protection of the merciful god? The will of Fujido? I don't know. I don't know that. If you make a scene, dispose of it again - no problem.

I can't even whimper, and Gresha moves to Kellen instead.

Observe the fear that lingers in its eyes. My fingers remain grasping my tongue. It's pointless because I desperately try to let my tongue escape but I grab it so hard.

"Ares,...... too much, then?

"No problem. Wounds can be healed by divinity."

It's all back to normal whether you punch him or tear off one or two of his arms to the point where his face swells.

"Well, in that sense..."

Don't get me wrong. This guy is a monster, even if he looks like a person.

Just a silent peek into Gresha's eyes. A deep green iris of the same color as your hair, behind it.

Where fear permeates, let the tongue go for a moment, and grasp it again and gently pull it in anticipation of the tongue moving. Where Gresha's body cramped, I slowly pulled my hand from within.

Cold enough to zot fills my brain.

It was clear in my head. In this state, we can offer full potential. Whatever happens, I can kill you before then.

Just be cold. Calming my heart, calming my will, I began my interrogation.

"Answer the question. If you say anything else, I'll kill you."

This guy is an indeterminate element. It is not something I learned about the will of Fujido, such as the protection of Scion. I am a follower of AZ GREED. I am prepared to use all methods if I am to maintain order.

I could tell by the color of my eyes that my words were going through.

Say something and stop the words like you're stuck in your breath. No, I guess my threats are working.

Okay, I'm glad we got to the point.

Releasing his arm, he collapsed on the couch. I will not allow you to flee. It was confirmed when you were a dragon that you could tie your movements with intent to kill. Licked his upper lip and asked in a low quiet voice to avoid making a remiss.

"Tell me why you've become human."

Let's start there. Its intentions, its methods, its malice or not, and why it came out of the back of the woods.

Gresha's eyes open wide to my inquiry. The luxurious throat moved slightly, but did not speak. Gresha shakes her head wide to the side with tears seeping through her eyes.

It is not disobedience. Even if the words were not given, the intention was conveyed.

No, I had a hunch about the possibility in the first place. tongue-butting. Slightly shivering her shoulders as Gresha frightened.

Oh, yeah. I thought it was possible. I don't think that a true dragon can manipulate the horn, the inferior subdragon species, or the magic of humanization.

Intuition, but not falsehood in the trick. But then there's trouble.

If this humanization is due to the patronage of the benevolent God, I do not know how many times the same phenomenon will occur as this.

"I don't know, huh? You're not lying, are you?

"Huh..."

With Gresha shaking her neck left and right, she moves her hands desperately and leaves after sitting down. He said there's no way he could get away with it where he took a few steps back.

I recently stretched out and was hiding my eyelids, tearing my forehead apart and clearly eyeing each other. Cold eyes, scornful eyes, and vicious eyes like killers are also useful in times like this.

"Next question. Are you willing to harm Fujido, the brunette and the people around him?

I don't know how far Zion's protection can degenerate demons. In the first place, it was not established that the protection of Scion was the cause. It's just extremely likely.

A dragon is a vermin. Except in part, it is only the enemy of mankind. I'm not going to argue good or evil. These guys eat people, and we kill these guys for their presence and their material. We're incompatible.

A body that resembles a human being, what about the mind? What's the danger? If it is to be complete, it is a disposal option.

To my question, Gresha turns a frightened glance. But I felt signs of snooping in fright, and I distorted my lips and turned to a grin full of shapes.

I hope fear is working. If you don't have pride, that's fine.

It may be useful to Fujido and the others at the same time as whether there is a danger, which will be a major criterion for judging Gresha's disposition. Even subdragons who cannot fly in the sky are powerful in their power. I don't have a problem with anything consuming it along the way. Unlike the remiss and aria of kingdom aristocracy, she has no posterior rot.

A dragon, if that species known as the proud strong, might not even make sense of the threat. I might even turn my fangs in a situation of intense defeat.

But if it's a dragon? I was convinced by the glamorous eyes. The relationship between him and me.

All a party member needs is trust. But I'm not a Fujido party member. Connecting with Gresha is about obedience and obedience. Trust tie it to the Fujido people on your own.

Step in. In a hurry to retreat, he rests on his knees as he stretches out onto Gresha's belly, falling on his back, restraining his arm and peeking into his eyes from close range. As if to face yourself as reflected in its eyes.

Gently push that belly with your knees. Gresha groans. The arm I gripped was moist and damp.

Put your words, your gaze into the murders. engrave into its very existence. To be traumatic. Just in case you don't turn against me.

"If you get your hands on the Vines, I'll kill you. Even if I can escape, I will hunt him down and kill him miserably. But as long as you obey my orders, I promise I won't lay a hand on you."

"... ya"

It was the first time a voice came out of that throat. Clear woman's voice. Unlike the voice I heard when I was a dragon, there is no noise. I guess the vocal cords are turning into people's too. I was going to smash my throat at at that moment when I shouted out loud, but my voice was as small as I whispered. Wait in the same position.

Its lips are trembling and exhaling rough breaths into the partition. My complexion is so bad, I can't feel the blood. Carve trauma into the presence of superiors. I was happy with my job.

"Yakuza... do"

You're not used to it yet, tongueless voice.

But I don't care about that. In the first place, I wonder how this guy who lives in the back of the woods can manipulate the humanities. The important thing is that we were able to communicate.

Release the body slowly. Its body swings up and down to relieve.

"This... is a contract"

Unilateral circulation, conclusively, Gresha was looking up at me so that she could tremble as if she were attracted.

I don't think it's pathetic. This is an unavoidable sacrifice.

One or two of the dragons, if it is for the Demon King's Crusade, we will offer them. Die for a man's ego.

"Mr. Ares......"

Amelia calls my name in a dry voice. I thought I already knew how to do it, but isn't it different than actually seeing it?

I have lived with all my external enemies quenched. I can't resist getting my hands dirty now.

"I'll hear the protest later"

Check the clock hung in the room. Enough going in. There are other things to pack. We'll have to leave before the Vines get back, and we'll have to wake up the remiss. There is no time.

I kept asking Gresha questions that still sat around petarily. There were other things I had to check.

"Gresha...... oh I conveniently call you Gresha, but why did you come out of the back of the woods? Your territory wasn't supposed to be that shallow."

Coincidence? Accident?

Impossible. In the first place, the report of the emergence of the Gracial Plant is the second. At first sight, the line can happen, but the village chief has already told us that it is not an event that occurs many times in a row.

No, I wanted certainty, even by chance.

Gresha answered my question, getting used to her throat.

"Ah, the yawn..."

At last, Gresha's answer corroborated my bad feeling.

It won't be because you were threatened by me. Glistening lips, seeping gaze of fear.

"Yawns revealed, moulded"

Trouble calls for trouble. The shoots of disaster must be crushed.

"Ah... Kuma...?

Amelia shook her shoulder and looks at this one. A firmer look to describe as blue than to call it fair.

But I already predicted that reality. The anticipation just changed to certainty.

Whatever happens, the mission will be carried out.

Will there be ghosts or snakes?

The dragon has come out twice. Is it more noisy now with one or two of the devils?