Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

It is now quite difficult to try to manipulate people from behind who move as they please.

Mercenaries who originally breed demonic crusades and wars are susceptible to death. No matter how many levels you raise, no matter how much experience you gain, you don't have time to enumerate stories about famous warriors dying in battle for a few things.

Even though it is a susceptible to death, I would say that we are quite fortunate that the Fujido people, who have not had enough of a sense of crisis overall, are still surviving today.

Preceding and draining obstacles, supplying the necessary supplies through the Church, tailoring new party members and preparing a place to overcome them if weaknesses are found.

Problems arise from the next to the next as interesting, but what you can do with strength is strength, and what you need to negotiate manages to fit in with negotiation.

Still, the element of uncertainty occurs. I'm going to do my best, but I'm not God or anything.

The list of issues I've created since I started this journey is lined up with problems, and some of them are slanted, but there are still many things that need to be resolved.

And now the biggest element of uncertainty was the ice tree Xiaolong (Gracial Plant) - known as Gresha - that somehow humanized in the Vale Forest.

The presence of Stai is a rather troublesome issue in the presence of Stai, but Gresha may be in Fujido's party, and the impact is different in case.

One night after the first city, when the problem of staying finally settled in me, I decided to tackle it quickly.

Amelia blinks her blue eyes and tilts her neck when she asks for a meeting with Gresha.

"Is that a disposition?"

"... don't. That's a last resort. If Spica had been at Fujido's party, it would have been one hand..."

If we dispose of Gresha now, we can't anticipate the shock that Fujido and the others will get, and we're tasked with answering his regular contact.

The information from inside is an extra advantage even considering the risk of putting Gresha on his side who doesn't know how to humanize him. Now that Spica didn't attend the party, if Gresha gets out of the party, she'll be completely out of the way to figure out what's going on in due course.

It was early, and a month had already passed since we let Gresha dive into Fujido's party.

I was going to grab it and dispose of it at that point if I acted to make you feel any risk, but in the meantime, Gresha didn't do anything, especially against the Fujido guys.

Gresha's stance is consistent.

If you communicate, you return the answer, but it doesn't move spontaneously. I obey orders, but I do nothing more.

Such a subtle stance, not enemy but not companion. I don't even know if it's an act of thought or nothing.

It's like having one member who eats a lot for nothing and is of no use if you take it to the Fujido guys, but it's something you don't complain about often. If I was at his party, I would have definitely slapped him out.

Regular communication is indispensable because we don't know why, intent, or how to do everything. Don't let Gresha ever get weird.

Amelia has a means of communicating magic, but I can't use communicating magic, so the fear I engraved once will fade over time.

Prepare during Amelia's communications with Gresha.

Weave a brown coat from the top of your coat. I don't take Mace because it stands out. The endurance of the humanized Gresha has fallen significantly compared to when it was a dragon. If you use mace, you'll kill him.

Instead, she wore thin gloves. If Gresha's opponent now, this fist is enough.

Besides, healing magic can't cure clothes, so if you're going to punch me, I need to make sure I don't bleed or I need to strip my clothes off before I do it...

"If Fujido followed me, I'd be in trouble. Tell them to come to the observation deck."

Select a place with a lot of people. If Fujido doesn't come, you can change the place.

Violence is a last resort, and I'm heartbroken. I will not hold personal feelings in the performance of my duties.

At that time, Stay, who was watching me and Amelia on the side, raised his hand as a jerk. White skin, pitch-black eyes, underneath which the neighborhood is firmly formed.

I don't know what it is, but she was discussing it with Amelia all night. I hope that improves my behavior at all...

"Uh... Mr. Ares, what can I do...?

"Don't do anything. Stay, you wait at the inn. Amelia and, at the inn, wait."

I discussed it with Amelia. How should I treat my stay during the time I take him to HQ?

According to Amelia, who has quite a relationship as a senior exchanger, she should always have one person on her stay. Otherwise, we're going to have to allocate more personnel?

They'd like two if they could, but if I put them on, there's no one left to move.

I don't think he's on that level anymore.

To my orders, Stay pointing his lips and combining his hands with a bully.

"... me... for once, I've been asked to work..."

"Stay, what can you do?

"I'll take care of the cleaning, I'll take care of the laundry."

I heard that yesterday.

She must not go outside. Even she dresses highly exposed, which in some cases will affect her faith in the Church, not even for herself.

So I came up with the best order.

"All right, stay. Let's give you an order."

"Yes. What...?

Breathtaking stay with a crisp and serious look. Sincere eyes for excellent appearance, looks like you can work with just the outside. Oh, Amelia's right. Even if it looks like you can do a great job just looking outside.

Why is the world like this, sloppy? I meditated my eyes, sighed once and commanded.

"Bring me some tea. It's your specialty."

"... is that all? Can you do it right away?

"When you're done making tea, next... do the laundry. Wash my spare coat, Amelia's clothes, my own clothes."

By the way, the laundry is for a different fee, but if you ask the inn, they will do it.

Amelia and I didn't have time to crack the laundry, so until now, I've asked for the inn.

Stay moves his body like it's tickling, and he hears it with a grunting eye.

"Sooo... when it's over?

That's settled.

I made an extremely serious look and stayed with my index finger.

"Cleaning the room."

……

He's gonna look at me with disgruntled eyes. Stay.

You said it. When you can do those three things. She is very good, because neither Amelia nor I are very good at those three things.

"Stay, this is important work. It's an important job that neither I nor Amelia can do, that only you can do."

"? Oh, really?

"It is. I called you... for those three things. You got it?

Is that why?

I can cling to my inner self as I say, but at that time, my dissatisfaction had disappeared from the look on Stae's face.

Seriously, and happily sparkled his eyes, Stay fluttered his hands on his head and gave an undecided salute.

"Okay. I hereby order and accept."

You didn't believe this guy right now... tell him yourself. Oh, my God, that sucks for you.

In front of me rounding my eyes, Stay starts to get ready to make tea quickly, once he smiles.

... Well, fine. Whatever you want to keep me company.

I was used to staying in anyway as to whether it was possible to call it cooking to make tea at all.

I guess it's true that I said I was good at chores. There will be more to learn.

Looking closely at that gesture, Amelia, who finished the correspondence, has reported.

"Mr. Ares, I've called Gresha, so please turn to me."

"Okay. … ask for a stay"

"... Yes. Take care."

That's a dialogue over here.

That's right. That's when the stay screamed briefly.

"Ares...... ah!

Relax even though there's nothing staying with a tea set I put in the basin.

Even though it's only the second day, this is the second time this sight has happened.

The basin and tea set dance the universe. Teapots fly in even though they don't have wings, and tea with hot air comes down to me and Amelia.

Without saying anything, I turned my arms around Amelia's stiff shoulders and avoided them together.

Pots and cups of pottery fall and make a shitty noise.

When the stay spins as the momentum breaks down, it falls on top of it. I didn't even get a reception by way of example.

Looking down at that sight, it's not contempt, anger or pity, it's just convincing.

"I see... can you make tea but not carry it?"

"Uh... ah... as it were, well... that's the thing. Yes, no, sometimes I succeed for what I want..."

Amelia speaks eloquently.

This is level 72... level 72, huh? You're not cursed, are you, this guy?

"I asked to take care of cleaning and staying"

"... ok"

Release your arms and pound like Amelia's luxurious back.

Stay cried as hard as the day before. Count the dodgy times and I'll report you to Craio later.

I felt like I could just be a little gentle.

A creature used to being human. Now I was supporting Fujido in the Vale Forest. Not like me. It's only been two months, but I survived that Gregorian Leggins.

The results weren't the best, but the experience is that confidence empowers me. I haven't gotten to the level, but I did change.

The moment I stepped inside the observation deck, Gresha turned to me, waiting as she tried to keep her body on the fence.

He said he was still over a hundred meters away, but he'd been looking for me. The high sensory abilities characteristic of the subdragon species are not blunt.

Eyes on dark green hair. On a tense look, narrow pupils represent that tension. Though it's the younger looking age, it only looks like a person's child when you look at it just like this.

Most of all, if we mobilize sensations other than vision, we can see the anomaly. the strength of the force condensed in its little body. But at the same time, no matter how handsome the monster hunter was, we don't know that information unless we try to find out.

Now, there are many demon hunters on the observation deck, but none of them have noticed the anomaly. First of all, it's unusual for a child to be in a place like this alone, so there are people who are looking at you, but that's all.

Terrible humanization accuracy. I've only seen it once in my life.

A demon with malicious intentions against a person would be a major threat if he obtained this technique of precision humanization.

There is no sign of Fujido and the others around. I just walked up to Gresha's side.

"You kept me waiting."

Gresha trembles in my voice. Those little lips shook up.

"I'm not waiting..."

Analyze from facial expressions. Fear still lingers. Subdragons, now subdragons. They have a high memory.

"Right. We're gonna change places."

……

Take Gresha's hand, nodding kokun, and walk off the gaze he can point at.

I'd prefer a place as discreet as possible. Fujido didn't follow me, so I can bring him into the inn, but there won't be much to do.

If words make sense, try to communicate with words. I'm human.

On foot, Gresha's hand solidified slightly as she walked. Stopping and turning back, Gresha's gaze is pointing toward the day after tomorrow.

You realize I stopped, Gresha turns back to me with a pale look.

What Gresha was looking at was a skewered stall that was out on the side of the road.

It gives me a good smell that builds my appetite.

"... I see you're hungry..."

"Yes... no..."

"If you say so, they're feasting on Fujido."

…………

Gresha with her eyes open and her head shaking beside her. Contrary to the motion, Gresha's belly is making a loud, tiny noise.

It's also a strange story to say that the figure is smaller but doesn't lose its appetite...... Hmm.

Surely Gresha hasn't done anything. I can't say that it is of great use, but it is true that I use it for regular contact.

It's something that's sweetened me too, I guess Gresha's ratings have risen relative because of her involvement with Gregorio and Stay.

I nodded once and asked Gresha.

"Fine, you have to pay for your work. How many do you want?

……

Gresha opens her eyes and looks at me with a surprised look.

It would have been so surprising, I'm not a ghost. You did it inevitably because you half-killed Gresha, and if you have a reason, you do it, and if you don't, you don't.

For better or worse, this is business.

"I'm going to feed you. Come on, how many do you want?

Gresha ties her mouth to my question and turns her gaze to peep.

Are you afraid to buy anger? If you're afraid to buy anger, I can tell you that my first negotiation has left just enough effect.

But it's still a matter of being frightened.

"Just say it, it's a waste of time"

"... hundred copies"

Gresha said in a small, small voice.

Hundreds. Hundreds.

The number of people in the stall isn't enough, and before that...

"Hey, Gresha. How much would it hurt you to stab a hundred skewers?

"Two with eyes. Two in the nostrils. Twenty with two ears and two hands and two toes.... can I show you around? Oh... it's okay, don't worry, it won't leave any scratches. My sacraments are among the best of the heretically annihilated churches (Out Crusades), if only in numbers."

"Huh..."

Gresha looks up at me with a crying look on her face.

My body, my arms, my legs were shaking with puffiness. As I peered into its eyes for a while, I felt a strange odor.

Looking down, there was a puddle at Gresha's feet apparently leaking.

It smells different from a person's urine. Because it is a subdragon species, maybe waste is different from people's.

Besides, I can't afford to turn my gaze away and beat Gresha's shoulder, which keeps trembling.

"It's a joke, Gresha. That's a joke, don't worry. I punish, but I don't act violent for no reason. of cost… it's no use."

I use my strength, and violence sickens me. I was admonishing it because I am a monk.

Because of the excitement, the temperature of the air around Gresha has dropped slightly.

I whispered to Gresha again looking up at me in tears.

"Come on, Gresha. I'll ask you again. How many do you want?

"Come on, eat."

"... Yes"

Eventually, we decided to have the discussion in a coffee shop where we could meet face to face.

To my words, Gresha runs over the skewers as if she were being chased by something.

That's not an order now...... don't you know what it tastes like to eat so stuffed with feathers?

Scratch up your hair and hold down your forehead with your hands to observe the condition.

I still have nine skewers in my hand. I'm not hungry, so this is all for Gresha.

Priorities would be nose, ears, eyes, pussy, and more. If you crush your ears and eyes, you can't hear them, and you can't see anything, you want to put them behind you, but that takes the form of depending on the situation.

I'll make sure Gresha bumps up and finish one in no time. There was sauce on its cheek.

Gresha says with a strong grip on the finished skewer.

"... I ate"

"The second one."

"!?... Yes"

Receive the empty skewers and give them the second one. Gresha got a look of despair for a moment but soon began to eat it.

Yes, eat. This is a reward. I'm paying up front for what I've done and what I need to do.

Gresha continued to eat skewers without stopping her hand, even though she was not intent on killing him. Three, four, all the skewers will be emptied in no time.

The skewers were made of bamboo. Hard, supple, inexpensive and available in numbers. They are rarely used as weapon material.

There's still a little piece of flesh creeping in my hand. I ask it.

"Was it delicious?

"... Yes"

That's... that I gave you money.

Looking down at most Gresha without saying anything.

I'm not particularly scolding you or punishing you, but that look went all blue while you were silent.

I opened my mouth a few times, but as soon as I glanced at it for a moment, I mumbled.

A watch on a pillar. The needle marks the hour one by one. Wait until the long needle went about a quarter, and I opened my mouth.

Hot air has already disappeared from the tea I ordered when I entered the coffee shop.

"Is this good enough for a post-meal break?

Gresha snorts at me again and again with great momentum. Then let me start the conversation.

Press the tip of the bamboo skewer with your fingers to make sure it is done. Gresha's gaze was directed at bamboo skewers as if there was something there.

"Are you hungry?

"Huh... Yes"

"Right. That's good."

Grasp the skewer backwards and slap it against the table.

Bamboo skewers stabbed half way through a sturdy wooden table without a sound. Gresha is small and screams as small as she can't hear.

Gresha, it's a reward.

"reward… reward"

"That's right. It's also a reward for your work so far, and a reward advance for your future work."

Explain carefully, under Gresha's frightened gaze. As the sub-dragons who have lived in a different culture from people can see.

Not in the Vale Forest. Utice Grand Cemetery can't help it either. If Gresha had moved voluntarily, there would have been nothing she could have done.

But I don't know what's gonna happen now.

Fujido is stupid and still weak. There's a great chance my support won't make it, and only Gresha can move into such an emergency.

"Until now you've been working unpaid. Of course, I don't think saving your life is a reward for anything, but that's not enough. Don't you?"

Otherwise, there's no way they're sending me hungry in regular contact.

"Yes... no..."

Gresha shivers as she sifts her head.

The other guests on the table came to see what was going on, so they glanced at it once and bounced off.

I'm talking business. I don't want you to stick your neck around people's businesses.

Continue to Gresha with the look on her face as if she had seen the end of the world.

"So this is how I rewarded you. You got it. I mean, from your next job, you have to do something that pays off."

……

You can't keep doing this, he said. I always thought.

Gresha's position is quite delicious, to be honest.

I can do anything. I would have done anything if I had been in Gresha's position. But at present, Gresha has not been able to achieve a busy outcome.

All I'm doing is responding to communications from Amelia, and the accuracy of that information is pretty sweet.

I'm not telling you to do anything you can't do, and the only instructions I gave Gresha were to provide information.

So forgive me. I'm not going to scold you for not doing what you didn't instruct me to do.

But I have trouble getting you to lick it. I need you to understand your position.

I need you to clarify the information you provide here.

Sometimes I have to get people to move from me and collect information.

In some cases, you have to have the battle carried out instead of Fujido, and in case you risk your life to cover Fujido.

So I rewarded him just enough for the action.

Pinch one empty skewer and point its pointy end at Gresha. Gresha leaned back loudly as she sat down. It's like trying to get some distance.

"Gresha, look at this skewer. This skewer is the rest of the reward you received in advance. It's just garbage if it stays that way, but I don't waste it on garbage. You know what I'm gonna use it for?

……

Gresha shakes her neck beside her desperately. Lick your lips and speak up. For some reason there was a low voice with no heart.

I have trouble getting people to think they can do it just by body language.

"Answer me. You know what I'm gonna use it for?

"... I don't want to know,"

"No. You should know, Gresha."

Raise bamboo skewers. Point that pointy tip at the ceiling and explain.

"This skewer is punishment. Gresha, you've already been rewarded for your future work, but you can't have the skewers returned without delivering results. I've already eaten."

When I realized it, Gresha was pounding tears out of those jade eyes.

expression of remorse. Continue without intent.

"That's why I use this for punishment. This one's paying for your job. Because you are receiving the price, you are responsible for the achievement. When you failed to meet my demands, I..."

The skewers were twirled and rotated, pointing their pointy tips towards Gresha's eyes.

"I'll stab you with this skewer. One at a time."

"Huh!?

Gresha's gaze moves to the ten skewers in my hand.

Even when I was away, I could hear that heart in my ear. The emotion shown by a heartbeat that becomes like an early bell is fear.

Continue to roll.

"Hey, Gresha. This is bamboo. Bamboo skewers. You are a dragon. Humanized and the skin is softer, but its defense is not the ratio of people. Even a metal sword wouldn't be scratched if it was bad. Hey, Gresha. You think this skewer's gonna stab you?

"Huh..."

Gresha breathes and circles her eyes. I guess you're thinking about the meaning of my words.

I still remember fighting Gresha in the Vale Forest. That endurance was a threat, albeit modest. With the exception of Lucif's junction, it may be above Zarpan.

Originally, dragon species are highly capable people.

Have you finished thinking, Gresha's expression loosens slightly, so slightly that you really don't notice.

I mean, I guess that's the kind of conclusion we came to.

"Gresha, I hope I never try that on you. I still don't like hurting people."

"Yes."

Gresha nods without her intermittent hair. Looks like the fear has healed a little. It may be a real escape, but it's fine.

I sat quietly in my mouth with a sip of tea that had cooled me down and dampened my lips before I said it.

"Well, Gresha. Let me ask you to choose a place to be punished."

"... Huh?

Gresha gives a frightened look.

I let him cut the air with a skewer in his hand so he could look like such a Gresha. The bamboo skewer shaken with my hand at level 93 makes a good noise.

"Actuarial, Gresha. I've paid my share of the work so far, but your previous job maneuvers have not been commensurate with it. This is actuarial, Gresha. If I were Gregorio, I would have disposed of it immediately, but I'm a man who makes the most of it in garbage. A man who uses garbage like you... but the past must be settled"

One end returning complexion distorts into a glimmering fear. That's right, that look.

I have trouble getting you to forget. The fate of the world depends on your work. Ask them to do their utmost.

It just sounds like a nasty joke, but I'm in trouble because I'm not kidding.

I sighed deeply and said with a grin so that Gresha could feel any relief.

"Don't worry, Gresha. Stab. You may have decided not to stab me, but I'll stab you right. You can settle the past properly. From there on out, we're - we're even. I hope I never punish you again. I'm good at praying."