Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

When I spread the weapon on my desk and checked it, I remembered that I had lent Spica my dagger.

Frowning and biting your lips hard.

It's ominous. Very ominous.

No matter how weak I deal with demons, I don't fail to prepare in advance. More than just having one life, that was fundamental to the demon hunt.

One of the few people on the table is my arm.

Two Mithrill knives that can also be used to generate junctions. There are several bottles of holy water in Battle Mace, the main wepon, that can help you leave your dark family.

If you put in the longer dagger you're lending to Spica there, you can fight quite a bit no matter what your opponent is.

Originally, there were four more knives, including a spare one, but they were taken by Zalpan and have not yet been replenished.

Mithrills are expensive and there are only a few blacksmiths who can handle them. I have applied for supplies, but it will take a little longer for them to come to me.

Most opponents can handle more than the main wepon is alive, but Gregorio is unfortunately not the majority. I don't even want to deal with them in full gear, but I didn't expect them to be so armed and relative...

Of course, the other party, though regrettable, is a member of the same heretically exterminated church. I don't mean to kill each other, but I wanted to avoid seeing him without even getting ready to creep him out.

Amelia sounded worried as she looked down at the arranged armament and glanced at her face.

"Um... Mr. Ares, should I go too?

"Tell you what, he won't forgive a woman."

The only criterion he has is God's enemies or not, that's all.

And God's enemies or not, that criterion exists only within him. Gregorio is still alive because by chance that criterion was consistent with the Church's judgment, and because his abilities were competent, that's just the reason.

"It's okay. I've seen him before."

"... are you or are you not friends?

Amelia gave me a rare, very unpleasant look when I asked her.

I don't have time to be surprised at that change in expression.

"Just for a moment... they almost killed me"

……

I look at Amelia's face twice. There was a faceless face, on the street at all times.

What the hell would I do and they would kill me......

... well.

"Will you speak for me?

"... how much I don't want to do it"

It is a hundred times better to fight against the superior demon clan.

I don't like that guy! It stinks.

... it's a joke that you should talk to me instead.

Elbow on the table and cover your head.

I regretted it. Even if that was the best choice, we shouldn't have called Gregorio to the Vale Forest, he said. If I hadn't called, if I hadn't let him near me, he wouldn't have even come to Utice Grave.

The idea of mobilizing the man was a mistake. I should have left everything to Craio, including who to send.

Everything is my mistake. Damn, even though I said I knew enough about the danger.

You shouldn't have used Gregorio even if you followed the usage.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

"I've never seen Mr. Ares hate you so much..."

"Even for me... I like it or not"

I don't hate eating anything. We've known each other for a long time, and I know him, but I hate him for what he is. Crusader has a lot of strong habits, but Gregorio has the strongest habits.

Maybe that's why Gregorio wasn't the only one in Crusader with a mission when I asked for personnel.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwww!

I don't like it. I don't want to see you. I don't want to have a conversation. I don't want to be in my sight. My stomach hurts.

Listen to what I have to say up there, Gregorio, wow!

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

I closed my eyes for a while, fixed my breath, which was getting rough, and opened it.

All right, my thoughts are clear. No, it's still dangerous, but let's just say it's cleared.

"All right............... let's go"

"Something's causing me a stomachache too because of Mr. Ares..."

"" Conditional Anomaly Recovery (Recovery) ""

"... you owe me one, right?

I don't care if it's one or ten or a hundred when this happens anymore.

§ § §

There is a sequence among heretics.

I do not know what it exists for, but it is determined by competence and merit and, above all, by the judgment of the upper ecclesiastical level, which does not necessarily coincide with its strength.

Gregorio's sequence is number three, but his Crusader history is longer than mine, and if you cut that fighting ability, pure aggression, you can say it's the same as me or more.

For example, if it was Gregorio, not me, who dealt with Zalpan, he would have destroyed Zalpan without giving him time to blow himself up.

Then it's his armament that supports his noisy combat capabilities.

Trunk case made of whole body misrills.

It's the coffin of the Dark Families that he himself calls the 'Contraindicated Box (Pandoraz Coffin)'.

It seems that the ill-advised weapon is its roots that made him a heretic exterminator. It was a rumor among heretic exterminators that the carcasses of crusaded Dark Families would be delivered there and brought back.

Of course it's just a rumor. The actual guy doesn't stick to the carcasses of his dark family. But the rumors alone will tell you what kind of appreciation he's getting around.

Inn dining room was designated as the meeting place. Because the church had the possibility of bowling with Fujido.

I signed up through Craio, but it's a secret that my abdominal pain got worse when I heard that I was accepted.

Enough before the meeting time. Peek inside with only half your face through the entrance to the dining room.

Fucking hell, there he is. We didn't end up face-to-face in the grave, so it's only been a few years since I saw him face straight. Oh, my stomach hurts.

Carefully cut black hair with black eyes. He's taller than me, and he doesn't look like a man with two names: child face or extermination.

The deep blue coat worn is church-designated. It's called earrings hanging in my ears, and there was an honorary monk there from anywhere from the toe to the tip of my head.

The expression is moderation itself. Closer to the image of a monk in general than I am if it just looks like it. Every time I think about it, I feel so bad.

You look like a mid to late teenager if only you look like one, but don't let him fool you because his looks haven't changed in any way since nearly a decade before I first met him. I don't know what kind of logic it is, but it is a monster kind of man somehow.

Looks like we're the only ones staying at the inn, and there were no other people in the dining room except Gregorio.

I get more abdominal pain in Gregorio, who says this one is coming until I have abdominal pain. I don't like him, but he doesn't like me, so it's a natural outcome.

But you can't peek forever.

Once he took a deep breath and decided to be ready, Amelia heard him on the verge of taking a step.

"... are you okay with no auxiliary magic?

"... if they think I'm willing to kill you with auxiliary magic, I'm in trouble"

"Do you think?

"supposedly"

Attention should be paid to confirming faith and launching attacks. That's such a trauma. Trauma. It's not what monks do.

Even so, I can't help complaining. Only consciousness switched to the one in battle and stepped into the dining room.

- Moment after moment, I got scared all over my body.

Malice. War will. Murder intent. My leg, level 93, flashes at signs similar to them but different.

"Huh!"

I was ready, so I didn't have a voice.

Beat the mace gripped by the 'black', which cuts off the wind and blocks his flying sight, into the horizontal giraffe.

The feeling of punching something hard and the sound of metal bumping into each other. Vision opens. Shortly after I confirmed that, I was starting my next move.

I got nostalgic. It was the trunk case that flew in, but it was a snag.

In front of me, there was a guy nearby. Dark hair disturbed by a scratch. Eyeballs that bump into each other from close quarters emit strange colors.

I could handle it because I expected it. I don't hesitate to knock a knee kick into it.

Bone and meat rumbling sound. Gregorian dwarves are shocked and dance to the universe. It is not fatal. He took it flat and flew himself.

"Mr. Ares!

Amelia screams in a voice close to screaming.

On the contrary, I was calm.

Don't worry. This... is a good opportunity. If you've come from the other side, you can't help but kill them in self-defense. I have no choice. If you apologize to Craio later, he'll forgive you.

The trunk that tapped in the mace smashes the table and rolls while rubbing the floor. Confirm that with a slight gaze and immediately return your gaze to Gregorio. I kicked the floor and moved forward.

There's no weapon in Gregorio's hand. There's one in my hand. Even if the kick is taken, the thorny mace is not.

Converge the intent to kill. Kill with one blow. The goal is the head. Exactly. No matter how many compounds you get smashed in the head, you'll die.

Increase speed in one step, reach maximum speed in two steps, and jump into space in three steps. Put all your strength into your arms and shake your mace. The muscles of the arms smudge. I can often hear the sound of my own blood tide flowing for some reason.

The target is right in front of you. Even Gregorio can't take it in the universe.

"Die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Roar to restrain the movement at all. The fright and the air tremble.

On the brink of gaining momentum and waving his arms down, Gregorian's expression was clearly visible. My crooked lips.

It's not fear. That's a laugh.

As soon as I saw it, I changed my movements reflexively. Shift the direction of the nearly shaken down mace. Force your body to rotate and change the direction of attack behind your back.

It was passed on to Mace, who had been struck by an unparalleled impact earlier. Even a giant bell sounds like it rang.

"-"

Land on the floor. So I finally realized that what I hit was the trunk. There is no scratch in that trunk case, even though I slapped in all my strength.

Weird. He was in the universe. The trunk must have definitely rolled on the floor. I certainly didn't give him time to fight back.

An impulse of incomprehension circles the back of the brain.

But by then, it was all over.

Turn your gaze.

Gregorio, who landed on the ground at about the same time as me, was paying for his pampers. There are no more signs of fear running anywhere.

Gregorio says as if nothing in particular happened.

Shake up your arms and smile as if you were welcoming.

"Oh, Ares. My compatriot, he seems healthy and above all."

...... chip. I lost my temper.