Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

The Golem Valley is land for leveling.

The altitude is high and there are no other cities nearby. Once within the realm of Luke's kingdom, the border is also the border, and there is little noble hand in it, including the man for management - the Golem Valley.

Essentially, such a city changes gallantly in a few years or so the people who live there.

Those who come for the purpose of raising the level will either finish raising the level or will cease to fall in the middle of their minds, and those who have been sent to manage the city are often disgusted with assignments in harsh lands, which will be replaced in a few years. A lot of people fall under stress, apparently.

The mayor is here, but he doesn't have high powers under such circumstances. The Golem Valley was also land halfway out of the hands of the country.

Few people would have been in this land when I once made the level increase.

The township hasn't changed, but the appearance of the guards guarding the gates had changed, and perhaps the mayor of the town. What hasn't changed is protecting the church - about a monk (Priest).

Finishing peaceful negotiations with Gresha, it was the church in First Town where I headed next.

To confirm the current state of the Golem Valley. I asked Amelia yesterday to take care of the riding lizard, but apparently the church supervisor was absent, and the detailed story took the form of another.

Also, I was originally planning on heading there, too. As well as gathering information, there are many things to ask for, such as replenishing supplies and providing information to Fujido.

The Demon King undoubtedly supplements the presence of the brave first. Nothing happened in the Great Grave, but the Demons should also know that Golem Valley is one of the leading level-up fields in the Lukes.

In the Vale Forest, the anomaly was exposed in the form of subdragons living behind the forest appearing in the shallow layers. If the demons are reaching out to the land, it is not strange that some kind of signal is up.

Originally, the most sensitive to such information is the Demon Hunter (Hunter). Hunting demons with their lives at stake. They are terribly risk-sensitive.

Still, I made the choice to head to the church without getting any information from the demon hunt because the head of the church on this land is probably an old stock competing for one or two on this land called the Golem Valley.

By the time I got here before, I'd already been the chief of the land for over twenty years. Knowing the winds of the Golem Valley more than anyone else, she has watched peace in the land longer than anyone else. Her face also works on mercenaries and demon hunting, and all the information gathers on her.

The church was in the heart of First Town - next to the mayor's mansion.

Compared to the villages of Vale and the churches of Purif, it's a tiny building, but the wide open doors are lined with merchants, monks and wounded demon hunters.

Originally, buildings of the Holy Church of Az-Greed, which are not part of the country, are rarely built alongside the Lords' Mansion. but in this land it is walking by, probably because it required a strong cooperative relationship to survive in this land.

Ignore the queue and turn to the back.

When I opened the door to the unlocked back door, there was a nostalgic sight there that had remained unchanged for several years.

A narrow study. A bed and sofa that doesn't look too familiar to the study, in a bookcase lined with books in a mess. On a thin, dirty wooden desk, chair.

And with this one on his back, the giant guy is leaning in and pulling some books out of the bookcase.

You must have noticed the open sound of the door, which makes me look back at this one all the time.

Everything in the room looks terribly small compared to him. No, it's a small fact.

Even in retreat, the man's head was positioned above the bookcase.

He is a man wearing a thick gray coat all over his body. Not even some mercenaries who tend to have twice my shoulder width and one or five times my height and basically a large body would be as big as him. Both arms and folded legs are as thick as a whole tooth, and its power can easily be predicted even if it is not wielded.

Scorched tea hair that doesn't look like a monk at first glance, but has been cut short into a body worthy of a giant head. The earrings that fall back in that ear indicate his position.

A calmer eye captures me than I can imagine from that figure. When I met her before and her face had not changed in any way, and she looked as if she was not old.

He is a giant beyond the size of a man because he has half giant (giant) blood running through him. You'd be surprised at first, but if you get used to it, there's nothing to it.

I told a friend of moderate temperament that I haven't seen in a long time.

"Ultz, it's been a long time. Madam has been talking to me. Let me see you."

"Ares...... right. Are you the man in charge of the mission?"

Its brown eyes opened to surprise, and Ultz shrugged with a powerful voice.

Karina Capp.

That is the name of Girl Jie, who is still an active Sister beyond the age of sixty and head of all the churches present in the Golem Valley.

In the early days when there was only one city still present in the Golem Valley, she went to the church in First Town and then continued to protect the house of God and the mercenaries who visit it to this day, the people of this land pay tribute and call it 'Madame Karina', or just 'Madame'.

No one was a high-level mercenary from the Luke kingdom who didn't take care of her. No, the level increase in the Golem Valley has also been incorporated into the curriculum of the Knights of the Kingdom of Lukes, and in that sense her influence within the Kingdom of Lukes will be immeasurable.

I'm not from the Luke's Kingdom, but I've also had an acquaintance with her since Golem Valley has also been visited in the course of raising the level. Madam is also a strong habitual figure again, but she is very dependable.

I can't keep the stay because it just annoys me, but I'll be able to get a consultation. Most importantly, Madame can't even get that craio up her head! The stack is amazing.

For the first time in a long time, Madame was dressed no different than she was a few years ago.

Sitting on a giant wooden euthanasia chair, I laugh with that body turned towards me.

You don't look like a Sister. You look wide beside and wide vertically. Wrinkles carved year-to-year for their appearance. The expression cannot be very called soft, and the large eyes visible in the wrinkles represent a radiant and powerful life force. Sounds more like a witch than a Sister.

Its unwrought stretched purple hair is not mixed with a single piece of gray hair, and its ear bears a sign that it is the same bishop as mine.

The great Sister (Great Mother), who rejected the decree of glory from Church Headquarters to Headquarters many times and chose to be on the front lines.

I suspect it may be a kind of monster for a long time, but I've probably said it's not far away without hitting it.

Ultz, who guided me to Madam's room, meets once and closes the door. I threw my gaze at you only once and immediately turned to the Sister in front of me.

Illusion as if they have returned to the past because the other person's appearance is unchanged.

I just approached Madam and stopped about a meter in front. Nostalgic Madame's eyes look down as if to intimidate this one.

"Madam, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you where I was busy. I'm sure Lord Holiness has contacted me, but I have a story to tell you about the example."

The information of the Saint Brave should be conveyed to her. At any rate, Madam's cooperation is more comforting than moving in the Golem Valley, and there can be no other leaks of information from Madam. Maybe as unlikely as information leaking from Gregorio. The quality is different, and they both pledge allegiance to the God of Order.

Madam waited for my words to end without saying anything, where she crooked her lips and laughed.

"Goddamn it, you look the same, Ares boy. No greetings, either. I've heard rumors, it looks like you've done quite well. That boy is now called - 'The One from God (Ex Deus)'?

A squeaky voice shakes my brain. Such a voice that only makes you feel mean the first time you meet.

Most of us get barometric pressure from this voice. And that is also why Madame retains her place in the land.

Makes a slight smile.

"Thanks to Madam. And two names are not what I call myself."

"Goddamn, you seem to have had a good mouth for a long time. Ever since then, it's just a habit of never showing your face."

I'm pretty sure I took care of you. Madame puts that swollen palm on her mouth and laughs inclusively. I don't see how I disgusted the expression on the back of its contents.

Let's get down to business. Madame is smart because she looks hard to stick with. It's a terrible story to criticize for being far more experienced than I am, but I knew her quite well.

"Madam, I'm sorry about that.... but I want to use your help again.

I don't even want to make excuses, but I'm not here to cheer.

Madam slapped her elbow on my words with that hand and laughed happily...

"Still upside down at work. Goddamn it... I didn't know the time would come for a boy who passed by here in the shortest possible time to need this old power again - God always gives me a strange edge."

Madam was perfectly right in her words. In this age of demons spreading, warriors cannot live long, even with considerable strength.

In particular, the rate of death of heretical exterminators is high. Madam said she wouldn't even come to see her face, but the last time I finished my level here, I'd already said goodbye to Madam.

It would have been unimaginable to me before I was given the task of crusading the Demon King to see each other again.

"Not at all. But thanks to Madame, this time I can make it easier."

"Pfft... it would be an honor to help the heretic exterminator."

"That way in your free time, you can think about the land you're headed to next."

"... the boy's really the same."

Madame changed her expression like she was frightened for the first time.

§ § §

When I got back to the inn with a busy Madam and promised to see her again, there was a stay in my room that looked around and said Amelia had dropped her shoulder in a grumpy manner.

Gently look indoors. It seemed terrible in the room.

The table had been turned upside down, and the bed had been peeled off its sheets and sneezed and dumped on the floor. Besides, the bed is stained with incompetent liquid, and the windows have cracks in the indirect lighting that was attached to the wall, and there's a bucket upside down on the floor in shattered teacups and pot-like wreckage -.

What the hell is this?

Amelia noticed I was back and smiled with a little face.

"... for once, there wasn't a raid, was there?

"... could be a raid in a way"

I don't remember saying anything good.

Stay looks at my face and makes my eyes shine. It's as if you've found a thread for the resolution of the status quo.

I think she has a headache.

"This is different, Mr. Ares. I've been cleaning."

Okay. You don't have to say anything, nothing.

It was my fault. There's no way I can clean a stay that I can't even carry my tea to think calmly.

I'm not proud of it, but my adaptability is pretty good.

I silently lowered my stay expectations to the lowest level and set 'Dodgy Kid' to something I hate the third time in the world.

I scream as Amelia did, as Stay tried to approach me as if to elucidate.

"Stay, 'Stay!

"Yes, no!

Stay corrected his posture on the spot as if it were a conditional reflex.

The expression is attractive. If you look closely, did you even wear water, Stay was soaking wet from top of his head to his toes and he could clearly see the lines of his body. I can't imagine what the hell I could do to get into this state.

He passed next to a stiff stay and lowered his hips on the bed.

"You're a genius for planting 'wait' on a stay."

I can at least reduce the number of falls this way once.

I just admired the great pioneer for how he managed to reach the realm of conditional reflexes. You have more to plant.

I smile and scratch my cheek like a stay lit up.

"Ah... uh hehe, not so much -"

I'm not praising you. I'm not praising you. Wait, dogs can do this!

I proclaimed how I could smile in this state, sticking my index finger against a stay that seemed happy for some reason while standing upright.

I was going to inadvertently make that choice if I didn't put it clearly in my mouth.

"I'm in the mood to leave you asexually with Gregorio right now, but I'm gonna stop because Spica's pathetic!

"Ah... thank you?

I guess you don't know what they told you, stay tilting your neck.

But I don't care. If you stop with one or two obstacles, the world will perish.

Instruct Amelia if she is uncommonly depressed or not pale.

"All right, Amelia. Have a meeting in your room. I'll take my room new. The reimbursement for this room shall be deducted from the salary of the stay. I don't even want to hear what happened, so you don't have to report it. Questions?"

On instructions, Amelia stands up. So Stay raised his hand small.

"Um... I don't get paid or anything..."

"... Whether it's not there or not, I'm incredibly convinced. I don't know why you're wet for now, but you have to get dressed first"

"Ah... yes. Hurry up and get dressed!

Just a reply is a good stay. The next moment Amelia changed her complexion and jumped on the stay and clawed her arm.

But I watched clearly. This guy - he tried to take his clothes off on the spot.

Even if it's stopped, the stay is still making my eyes black and white as if I don't know what stopped me.

Something's already headache in a different way than usual. I want to escape reality, but if I'm upset at the top, Amelia's upset, too.

All I could do was sigh deeply and command with as much emotional voice as possible.

"Sweet, faithful Amelia, help him change his clothes"

"... ok"

I knew you couldn't keep Madame, this guy is... too annoying.