Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

The sky is clear. The voyage was going well.

The waves are gentle and the winds calm. It's smooth as if it's a lie that a noisy being, such as a sea demon, dominates the ocean.

In the captain's office, Captain Romolo sees the sky through the window and narrows his eyes on his eyelids.

"I didn't know one of the demons wasn't coming out... it's been a long time since I've gotten this far"

"You're intimidating me. They still don't have sea demons around here."

Demons that follow their instincts, demons that are less intelligent, do not approach those who are stronger than themselves. Conversely, it could attract belligerent demons and the like, but enough to avoid clutterfish.

Intimidation using level differences is also an essential skill for demon hunters (hunters) moving through demonic habitats. That's what I learned when I was at a demon hunting party, too.

The captain swallows his breath and looks at me cursorily.

"Well... no, I've heard stories... you're a monk... you're strong"

"You can leave the demons to me. The other one, he's also putting out surveillance on the mast."

"... ok. I'm counting on you."

Get out of the captain's office.

Intimidation needs to concentrate. It's impossible to keep going for a week.

I look up at the cloudless sky and follow the sails strewn out on the mast with my gaze.

The watchtower, we found a shadow sitting on that railing. The sailor's watcher looked at him with a look like he was going to stare and kill him a little further away.

You sensed the gaze, the hood leaning down and turning towards me. As it was, he threw himself into the universe as he slipped off.

The sailor is taken away. The hood twirled and spinning in the air, landing on both legs in front of me. Listen with a high voice like nothing happened.

"Boss, anything? There's nothing particularly wrong with that."

"Refrain from conspicuous imitation. Treat the sailors in a friendly manner."

"'Cause they're not friendly over there"

The hood lightly indicates the top.

We're strangers. If those people - and the little shadows that only a child can see - are in a licking position on the watchtower, they'll complain about it.

"I'll tell the captain. By the way, can you use intimidation?

"Oh, is that why the demons in the ocean don't come close... of course they do"

Can you see the demons in the sea from above the mast? I admire it without putting it on my face.

I heard it was half serving, but I guess it's a good enough category as a general mercenary just because the master's rating is hard.

"How many hours do you have?

"Hmm. Maybe three or four hours if I keep going. More than that, mental fatigue reduces your fighting power. We can restart it after a few hours of rest between them."

Light mouth, but the answer came right back. Understanding your performance in detail is a testament to being a first-class warrior.

It's also amazing enough to be able to sustain concentration for three or four hours.

"Three or four hours... then please do it now. Tell me when you're about to run out."

"… Copy"

It should be quite tiring, but Hood nodded without complaining after a few seconds of silence.

My concentration is still going on, but I should check the performance of the new members during the day, still within my spare time. At the same time as the threat is solved, the signs in the hood expand. Billy and the air tremble and the wind blows hard.

A sailor is looking around Kyorokyoro on the watchtower.

Make sure the fish gets away with a great amount of momentum, and put your gaze back on the hood. A little too powerful, but would be enough to avoid demons. Rather, it's a big deal because it can last three or four hours with all this intimidation.

"I'll do the rest of the time. Go back to surveillance."

"... oh, boss. Leave it to me."

Confident words to return. I was glad to hear that and sell my bottom stay.

It's great that it's not Doji.

When the hood tries again, it goes up the mast in an unsafe motion.

Stay...... your successor is excellent. Good luck to you too.

I thought of Sister Dodger, who had become a star, and I often prayed silently.

§

Lane is a city blessed by water spirits.

Built to cover the Gulf Coast, the city is famous for producing spiritual crystals with spectacular scenery and water attributes, and was once a city where many merchants stopped by.

It is one of the holy places for spiritual magicians who seek the Spirit of the water attribute, who say that there exists a temple created by those who lived in the land in Tai Ancient times in order to celebrate the divinity of water unlimited to God ahead of them through the cave at the bottom of the sea. This time the destination will be there.

There are canals all over town, and visibility as a city is there, but it's hard to get there unless you use a boat. I'm not even a spiritual magician. I know too little about the city.

"Lane is a city protected by water spirits. The demons of the sea can't come in that easily either. Well, it doesn't make any sense not to have a ship in the harbor."

The Spirit, which is a willed nature, cannot be easily handled by the Demon King. I can keep in mind the information I asked the sailors.

The purpose of this one is only to contract Rimis and the Spirit of Water to Fujido. Level up is second.

"But it's a submarine temple... how do you get in?

I think it's under the sea temple. Even if I just level up, I won't be able to act for long with total apnea...

To my simple question, a sailor burned in the day in black looked up into the sky and distorted his expression.

"That's you.........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"... you don't know"

"My place of work is on the sea."

Sure, I wouldn't go to a temple under the sea if I wasn't a magician.

Means should be established to some extent. We'll get ahead of Fujido anyway, so you just have to go over there and find out.

Now let's just be vigilant and think about getting there safely. Fighting at sea is also different from shore. If the ship sinks, I'm safe, but the lives of the sailors are at stake.

And that's when something sounded like a wind cut. Far ahead, a blister rises to sea level.

I saw a shadow on the observation deck with a short bow so that I could ride out large. Did the earlier sound sound shoot an arrow? A silver string is stretched on the ivory bow.

The sea level is smudged with vermilion.

The hood looks down on me. A khaki-colored mask covering the lower half of his face, with two silver eyes peeking over it. Say it in an upward voice somewhere.

"It's a big fish. Bigger than the boss. But I did."

"... save your arrows"

"Oh, if this were shore, I'd be able to confirm my prey."

"... extra, don't play"

You wander off at the unparalleled discomfort of having no place to stay.

Exactly. I've hardly fought in the ocean either. To some extent, I just have to look at the enemy and kill him instantly, but somehow I thought I found out why this guy was said to be half a serving. No... nothing good.

§

"Ares. From stay...... I keep the message. I'll tell him as he is... Cacao, how are you doing? Please let me know whenever you need me. '

"... tell him I don't know if he's doing well because I can't see him"

In the first place, are you really following me, I don't even know that.

Three days out in the sea. Finish the constant report to Craio and look out the cabin window. Gradually, the shaking grew larger, and shade was visible in the sky. Apparently, it's going to rain.

The captain enters the room early enough with a harsh look on his face. I said it first in the opening. Cold sweat drips down its cheeks.

"There's a storm coming"

"You're not gonna sink, are you?

"There are demons under the storm. It's a monster in the wind and rain. Among sailors - with the evil gods of the sea. Countless ships have sunk on them, until the sea was ruled by demons, and they were the object of terror."

"Can you avoid it?

The storm should still be ahead. To my inquiry, the captain wrinkles his forehead.

"I can't, I'm fast. They're coming after us. All we can do is pray to get through the storm as soon as possible."

The sea is scary... the monster that strikes with the storm, huh? Looks like he has another different dish than the monsters on land.

Grip the mace and stand up. Well, you can leave the ship to the sailors. There's nothing I can do.

"Captain, I left you to pray. Just do my share."

"... ha. You're the one who prays."

When I left the sighing captain and went outside, most of the sails were already small-turned. I guess that means running away doesn't make sense. The sailors are busy running around the deck to prepare for heavy windstorms.

A strong wind with a mixture of splashes hits his cheek. The dark clouds were moving this way at a tremendous rate. I see lightning in the gap between the clouds. In this wind, you cannot escape where the Spirit Demon Instructor used the magic of the wind.

There's a hood lined up next to me.

Hold on to the jacket that's about to come up, but behind it... something blocked was popping out from under the jacket. It is swinging left and right as if it were even sweeping on deck.

Without noticing it, the hood narrows its eyes and stares at the dark clouds, he says.

"Boss. It's not just a storm. The spirits are disturbed."

"You want a magician in times like this. If you have a powerful range, you can blow it away..."

Thinking about it, the demon hunting party I used to belong to was very stable.

"I'm not proud of you, but my bow is quite an arm. I can use a knife."

Hood answers in a quiet voice. But the excitement is not hidden. Even if the beast factor is low, it is probably 'wild' compared to people. A bandage-covered right arm is holding a short bow.

"Well... you, scout."

"But the boss is a monk (Priest). Boss, the weak are weak, and the strong are strong. It's not good to have nothing. Because I'm poor."

The guy I hired told me I was poor or something.

The deck rocks violently. Rough waves rise and fall high.

The silver tail that sucked water rocks heavily. One of the sailors who walked by opened his eyes like he saw it and looked up to heaven, slipping his legs and falling flashly.

It's time for the tide...... not bad for the timing enemy either. I turned around and said to the hood that blinked my eyes.

"Hey, Sanya. Fight. You can take the hood now."

§ § §

"The Steel Tigers are born warriors. The number is small, but the qualities of nature, the martial arts drilled for many years, and the flesh born are different. Mister, among the Steel Tiger tribes, there is a custom in which those whose martial arts are less than constant are to be deduced within their children. So there are no weak men in the adult Steel Tiger clan."

The shadow of accommodating mercenaries to me - a small shadow hidden with a black cloth all over my body said as I rolled a silver coin in my hand.

The voice is neutral and even gender unknown. However, I had only heard of that name, which was raised in the introduction at the beginning.

Bran Shuttle. A warrior who accidentally disappeared from the surface stage and was missing, making him one of Luke's most famous mercenaries with the name of a disease thunderstorm.

There were a number of rumors about just losing by challenging the Demon King, or trying so hard to save the city that he lost his life, but I didn't think he was in a "liquor store" anymore. He sounds young from his voice color, but from the years he was active, he shouldn't be a teenager or a twenty.

My voice keeps quiet.

"The first stage I'm standing on is different. Even though they are strong...... there is no reason. A cute girl who has the courage not to retreat from the demon clan because she is stress-resistant and can dive right into her nostalgia... Regardless of the condition, there are few people who can beat them"

"So you're saying you can't answer my request?

Well, I was aware it was originally an impossible order.

Blanc answers the words he hears back with a sigh mix.

"No, no, no. I can't answer that, Mr. Ares."

"What's that?

"I mean, they're strong... naturally. It's different from us. I've always wondered about that 'unfair' -"

Frowning at the far-fetched way of saying it. When I looked at my face, I saw Bran laughing.

It releases the coin in my hand. Receive it brilliant with a slight reflection of light.

"Well, in conclusion - people can't win, if they're not simply people. I drew the line...... couldn't reach me, to produce the 'strongest'. If the first stage you're standing on is different, you can match it. You didn't include being a pure man in the terms raised by Mr., did you?

"... chip. You're crazy."

What the hell are you going to put out...

Ninety percent of those living in Lukes were pure people, and subraces like Ultz were rare.

Until a few decades ago, there was also discrimination, which now seems a lot better than it was back then, but it is still difficult to live together if cultures and ecology are different.

Watermark the coins received. Is it specially made or is it a big gold coin I've never seen before?

"Mr. Ares, if you're going to kill the Beast Man, this one is still limited to putting out the Beast Man. Mr. is in luck. Whoever succeeds to the name of 'Disease Thunder' is just empty. It's only half a serving, but I'll make it cheaper for you."

The surface of the pure gold coin received was sculpted to mimic the 'wolf'.