Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Slip silver chalk made of a special method into the four corners of the room.

As long as the boundaries of juxtaposition are clear. The duration and effects will be greatly attenuated unless boundaries are established by proper procedures, especially in heavily tempered lands such as cemeteries. Silver chalk is meant to increase the effect of the junction, which is expected to be higher than holy water.

Drawing lines with chalk, they gently raise the eulogy and turn a room in the cemetery into a temporary sanctuary. Confirming that I was distracted, I spoke to Amelia, who was carefully observing the necklace made of St. Silver in the middle of the room.

"You got something?

"... you can't. My specialty doesn't seem to be…"

When Amelia flaunts her shoulder and throws a light spoon, she hands me the necklace with the white mixed silver she had, the unique colour of the holy silver.

Necklace with small quadrilateral (cube) embellishments at the tip of the fine chain.

It was an underground hidden room between the knights on the face, inside a box that was tucked away in it.

"Okay. I'll send you to church later to find out."

Wrap the necklace in cloth and put it in your pocket.

Sometimes the ruins of this hand are found with magical powers. It was in a hidden room in the basement. It was also a kind of magic guide in that hand. Basically, it is quite unlikely that they will be found in a shallow place because they win early, but this time they will have been lucky.

I don't know if it's going to work, but it doesn't seem like it would give a disadvantage to the owner.

Well, I can't help thinking about it now. One end kicks the thing out of my head.

Take out the map of the first tier of the catacombs and spread it in the air so that it can also be seen by Amelia.

The current point is just halfway through the map. The undead that emerges is the lowest rank, with an appropriate level ranging from 10 to 20. It is an opponent that can easily be defeated for both Level 27 Fujido and Level 25 Aria. Originally.

"Let's just gradually pick up the pace. Let the undead get used to it first and foremost."

It's easier this time than the last time I tried. With the spica accompanying us, we can control some behavior through the spica.

I also brought Amelia, who usually keeps her waiting in the city, to keep in touch with Spica from time to time.

Continue watching Amelia snort.

"There are also several types of undead. You must be good at it by type, not good at it. There was no extreme fear of vampires in the Vale Forest."

It's totally unreasonable. Even if there were about hundreds of them in the living room dead, they wouldn't be at the feet of vampires.

Low-level undead are largely of a certain kind. Strength is always similar to or close to this guy, but the fear he will be given will be different.

I'm not scared. I haven't been scared for a long time. I've been able to deal with sacred art since the time I was conceited, and for me, they were nothing but good prey.

"Which one is Amelia the scariest?

"... not many of them... but I'd make it a walking bone."

I tried to say things that didn't seem helpful, but Amelia gave me the name of one demon.

"Walking Bones"

It is a bone-man (skeleton) demon of the kind of undead. Unlike the living dead, the body is made up of bones alone. They tend to be more agile and less powerful compared to the living dead. It has many other properties, but none of them worries me in view of Fujido's strength.

"Why?

"... aren't you still more scared than a living corpse (living dead)? It's a human corpse, and I was wondering if it's a different kind of repellence."

"Living corpses (living dead) are not people's corpses. That is something that the uncolored soul breathed and materialized. If you do enough damage to that evidence to keep that body intact, it will leave no dust."

To my words, Amelia blinks a few times and tells me she's in trouble.

"... Whatever the reason, it will resemble a person"

"Okay. Let's go from the bone"

Ultimately, you get it all overcome, but I guess if Amelia is like that, she is. I can still trust Amelia's sensibilities about the undead more than mine.

Stand up, take a deep breath, and increase your concentration.

Focus your senses and catch signs of undead wandering around.

Well, let's get to work (business).

§

There was no reason to feel afraid. It doesn't matter if you're strong or weak. For no reason, I was just scared.

No, on the contrary, Fujido doesn't understand why Rimis or Gresha or Spica aren't afraid of the undead.

Naoto Fujido never thought of himself as cowardly until then, but watching the remiss and spica of walking flat in the dark with one brilliant garnet light makes it seem like it was a mistake.

"... hey, isn't it cold in here?

"... Nao, the field in the crypt system... is one with low temperatures"

The line follows Aria and Fujido walking forward, followed by Gresha, the non-combat personnel, and finally by Remis and Spica, who are not yet used to it.

Originally, it was a stone to set up an avant-garde member who was alert to attacks from behind and able to maintain a front behind him, but such a formation was due to the fact that the left and right were walled and less worried about being taken behind, and the insistence that Remis could rely more on himself than Aria and Fujido today.

The only salvation will be that of Aria, who feels the same way next to Fujido, while taking her gaze from behind. Fujido was now at this moment on his journey to crusade the Demon King to realize the gratitude of his most companions.

I'm staring ahead with my blood-running eyes just saying Aria won't miss a rat.

The light source is Garnett lying on top of Fujido's head. That little lizard, in which a kind of fire spirits took shape, does emit a strong light, but it is not strong enough to foresee a few meters away.

Rough breath, desperate to concentrate your senses. It was not long ago that the level rose to 27, and I became accustomed to the five senses of increased physical ability and acuteness. There are some signs of creatures nearby but I can read them. And also signs of something that's not a creature.

"... too many"

Fujido peels off his eyes, whines small and bites his lips.

Signs that Fujido feels. That's not a large number. There were so many signs of undead that there were too many of them to know where they were.

I went into the grave and checked it again and again, but the results will not change.

Aria slaps Aria on the shoulder of Fujido, scratching up her forehead and staring at the floor.

"... let's do our best"

"I can't. 'Cause I think I'm gonna throw up a little just imagining it, me."

Until we went into the tomb, I thought we could put up with it if we were to get to see the sacrament, but it's still different when we actually go in and see it again. Even when I first came in, I wanted to get out of here. Only his pride as a brave man still kept Fujido in his crypt.

Explore the three of them following from behind as they manage to move forward with their feet that are about to escape.

Compared to the slow-footed Fujido and the others, the footsteps behind them are light. Gresha is just walking silently, but she follows Limis and Spica in a pleasant conversation.

Fujido had no idea what it was like to have two fun chatting in this dark, underground grave.

You were thinking the same thing as Fujido, Aria slightly stretches her cheeks and creates a bitter laugh.

"… human, because I'm not good at it"

"Still... you're pathetic..."

As if to echo Fujido's words, Garnett gave a small squeal.

While walking, I can still hear Rimis talking to energize a stiff spica with a slight atmosphere.

"It's okay, Spica. If you don't have to be able to use exorcism here - because Nao will defeat them all. Mostly, you don't get within that teaching."

"Uh..."

"Huh!?

Fujido looked back at the remiss in his name, which was abruptly put out, and gave in to the staring rugged gaze of the remiss.

It can be said that the relationship of power in the Euthis tomb is clearly defined. It also has the original temperament of a remiss, but without a remiss, it would have been the first thing that went into the grave.

Fujido laughs with a pitiful look.

"... as it were, well, me and Aria. Me and Aria. Ha ha."

"... I ask you not to involve me"

To Fujido's words, this time Aria disproves as flashy.

Those eyes were serious.

"Don't say that... we're at the same party."

"We're enemies now."

"You guys, come on!!

A sharp sip of remiss echoed within the sealed passage, and Aria and Fujido, taller than the remiss, shook their bodies.

Aside from the distracted spica, Rimis slaps his cane tip high on the floor.

I scolded him, slamming him with cancer.

"If two big adults were fighting over something like that, you'd be worried about the spica who went into the party for the first time! Or I'm anxious, too!

"... oh... right. I'm sorry."

"Mostly, what are you afraid of? You said the undead here is the lowest undead, right? I'm fully equipped, and I'm ready. You don't have to be afraid."

"No, but... yes, you're right"

I tried to say it back, but soon I made a strange face. Because the sight of the remiss was about to become more precarious again.

Aria sighs at such a remiss.

"Remiss. Everyone is good at it. If you're a mercenary who doesn't like insect demons, you don't like plant demons... it's not that you can take them down or not. You know, you don't like things, either, do you?

"I don't. Bugs, plants, magic puppets, but subhuman."

Remis assured Aria that she could forgive me.

From the difference in height between the two, it also seemed from the side that the child was eating and hanging on an adult.

So Rimis says, once he puts his fingertips on his lips, he makes an inventive look.

"But yeah... if you insist, you don't like peppers or anything"

……

To the unexpected answer, Aria can't say anything.

Leave Aria like that alone, and now Rimis changes her gaze to Fujido. Then he stretched out his left arm and screamed, holding Spica's shoulder, which was making his eyes black and white.

"But, you know, that's not what I'm trying to say, and that's not what Aria's trying to say. Isn't that right? We're here to defeat a thousand undead at the request of Gregorio now... a thousand!? Not if you're saying you're not bad or anything!? No?"

"... you're right"

"In the first place, you've been prepared, haven't you? No?"

"... you're right"

Rimis grins contentedly at Fujido, who nods honestly, putting out words he doesn't know if he's joking or serious.

"Then I'll move on. If you're afraid to approach the undead, why don't you even throw a sword and attack? Or attack with magic."

"... right"

Looking down at the blur and its waist sword, Fujido gave a dry laugh.

In the first place, Fujido has magic, and even a shield. Even if you didn't throw a sword, there are a number of other options.

It's Aria who doesn't. All Aria can do is wave her sword.

The atmosphere between Aria and Fujido was still dark, but the look was still slightly restored by a drink of remiss.

Not if you say you don't like it or not. When I remember the words I was told earlier and I nodded loudly, I turned back to the front.

And just then, when he started walking again, Spica raised a seeping voice of tension.

"Oh, um... Fujido. Coming."

"... what?

Fujido looks back with a surprised look. At that moment when Spica opened her mouth to answer, Fujido's ear captured 'it'.

Aria pulls out her sword. Rimis grips the wand. Gresha makes a stretch. Spica bites her lower lip and opens her eyes wide just because she doesn't see the depths of darkness.

And Fujido recognized it.

The sound of a catacotta heard from beyond the darkness. The monk says he can detect the signs of the dark family even from a distance, but not yet in Fujido.

The intense hubris that fills the surroundings and the countless undead are significantly disrupting the sensation. So I didn't realize that until I was approached by a distance where I could hear the sound.

"The Walking Skeleton."

It emerged from the shadows, as if to prove Spica's words.

As tall as Aria. Ivory human bones wearing blurry armor and holding a decaying sword.

The only proof that it's not just bone is a glimpse of a suspicious black-purple light floating from its skull, its open orbit.

No skin, no meat. Unlike the living dead I've met before, it doesn't rot.

The sound of katakata is the sound of the bones and armor rubbing against each other, and the sound of legs that are not attached to the soles of the feet hitting the floor with low walking distance.

The movement is faster than a living corpse, but as the name suggests, it is a speed that can be called 'walking'.

Drinking his breath and pulling the holy sword out of his hips, Fujido said with a hard look.

"... I... do it!

Fujido observes the behavior in his cold brain.

The movement is slow. I don't feel worn out and powerful enough to see clearly that weapon either. The armor that's going to collapse now can definitely be double-broken if it's Holy Sword Ex, and it just looks like it's going to collapse if you don't get through the armor and just kick it on.

Without the wild, there's no moves. It's an easy enemy just to come at. If you don't want to kill me, I'm not sure you recognize this one. Only strange and unconscious hatred was felt from its orbit.

Apparently the majority of the undead are not corpses, but souls full of the world are born with intake shapes of negative thoughts and magic left behind by the dead. Its existence holds the mindless of the dead at the root of existence, but therefore hates what is raw.

Rebellion the knowledge learned from Remis and Aria. Put your strength into the left hand holding the shield's handles. Lips, tongue chewing sharp pain distract fear. Stare at the existence in front of you with the intent to kill so that you can't beat hatred.

Rimis sounds worried about the impending state of affairs.

"Nao."

"Huh!!

And Fujido kicked the floor with all his might.

Its speed is like wind compared to the walking skeleton (Walking Bourne). When the leg is about to be but the enemy is taken over in an instant, he is shaken with a large shield on his left hand as it is.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

A screaming scream sounds more than a temper. Strong warfare and unconsciousness put magic on it. It receives it, and the bond of the walking skeleton (Walking Bone) collapses and collapses from his feet.

Fujido punched the collapsing skeleton with a shield.

The armor shakes and the bones splash around the area as if they were going to burst. A worn sword makes a dry noise around the wall.

He looks wide open and his pupil-opened Fujido eyes just look around.

"Ha, ha, ha... did... did...?

"Oh... yeah... well. annoying."

It disappears so that the scattered, crushed bones dissolve into the atmosphere.

The constant breath also answered Fujido with a slight pull.

Aria says she was stopping and observing how things were going.

"... you totally overdid it... you would have knocked it down as of 'Roar (Howl)'"

"Huh... 'Roar (Howl)'...?

"It's a technology that puts magic on your voice and deals damage to your opponent. It's the most basic use of magic used by melee fighters and other positions."

Aria sees the space where the undead was until earlier.

Roaring is a basic technique, but Aria had not yet taught Fujido its existence. Because teaching the foundations of the sword was more the norm than teaching how to use magic.

I've heard Aria talk about being able to use it unconsciously when she's in the mood, but that probably happened to Fujido here now because Fujido, unlike other swordsmen and so on, has so much magic that he can use magic.

"... uhh... I mean, you think you can just knock it down with your voice without having to get close?

"The 'Roar (Howl)' damage is only effective enough to stop the movement for a moment when it's a very small, normal demonic opponent, and it seems like a very inefficient way to use magic power, so you should stop..."

In the first place, it's not the kind of move you use to defeat your enemies. I was able to defeat the walking skeleton, which means that there was a power difference between him and me.

Fujido drops his shoulder slightly on Aria's answer. Unlike when I buried the demon in the Vale Forest, that look worn out to such an extent that I didn't think I had only had one fight.

Rimis asks worried about the complexion.

"... too much magic riding. Are you all right?"

"Ah, oh. It's okay, I'm fine."

Consciousness is preserved only by a significant loss of physical abilities even when divine power is cut off, but could faint if the magic is drastically depleted.

"The drain is so intense, you shouldn't hit it until you can hit it with minimal magic"

"Right..."

Fujido finally shows calm.

Spica glanced around for a moment and told Fujido that she was sorry.

"Mr. Fujido... looks like he's going to be full"