Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

"Well done. You're back safe, Fujido Naoto. He who has been granted the blessing of AZ Gried."

A magnificent man with wings woven in a crimson coat raises a good voice.

Jawbeard trimmed into deep blue hair. Its flesh is nearly one turn larger than Fujido's, and even from the top of its coat, its forged flesh can be seen.

The crimson coat is a testament to the organization that heads the army of the Luke kingdom - a member of the Swordmartial Academy.

On the left and right, the knights wrapped all the way around silver armor lined up as if they were figurines.

The need to protect the Luke kingdom - the strongest knights in the Luke kingdom, boasting a higher level of training and one of the best in the kingdom - are members of the Knights of Glory.

Luke has several Knights, but in The Knights of Glory, the emphasis is on martial arts above all else. It doesn't matter where your status is, there are no weak people there.

The average level is around 70. If only at the level, they are the elite beyond Fujido, who have been halfway through the Golem Valley.

And it was the man in front of me who controlled Luke's force, including those elites.

Norton Lizards. A modern sword king who also faced each other shortly after being summoned.

And he is also the father of Aria's fruit.

Aria, standing behind her, lays her eyes slightly down on the man who shows her grand standing. Norton narrowed his eyes and looked at Fujido without looking at you.

"I hear the activity. I hear you crusaded Helyar. Luke was tormented by the demon clan. Until now, no one has ever been able to achieve it, exactly - a feat worthy of its name."

"... I reported it, but I didn't take it down"

Fujido remembers the battle with Helyar and smiles.

The fierce battle at the submarine temple is a bitter memory for Naoto Fujido.

Advanced Demon Race. I listened to him, but he was more of an opponent than I imagined.

Its trembling beauty to the powerful attack magic that overwhelms even the advanced spirits of water.

And the blow of the Holy Sword Ex that cleaves everything was played, that shock is still in my hands.

He's a far superior opponent. All I can say is that it was a miracle that I was survived.

And even Helyar, who was wounded, boasted so much power. If you were in a state of perfection, with your men, how many opponents were you?

Seeing the worrying look on Fujido's face, Norman put his arms together and nodded loudly.

"Ruri. The opponent is an advanced demon clan, and your load will be heavy on you now. But still - even if you didn't defeat him directly, there's no doubt that Helyar's crusade was the result of his actions."

The word was unexpected for Fujido, who thought something would be said.

Indeed, it was Fujido's choice to take the rabbi to the submarine temple. In that sense, we would not have been able to defeat Helyar without Fujido.

But still - Fujido hasn't been objective enough to be convinced that he is.

When I saw the unchanged look on Fujido's face, Norman crooked his lips and laughed.

"What we need is a result, not a process. If you weren't strong enough, you'd be drilled. Helyar is only one of the men of the demon king Klanos. There will always come a time when we need that sword."

Touch the mustache Norman has stored, I assure you.

"What, indeed, the Demons are mighty enemies, but they are not defeated with the people. Warriors who have trained and increased their level may be well versed in the superior Demon Clan. Proven track record."

To the words, Fujido raised his face and opened his eyes.

"Is that true?

"Oh, it's true. Very few, but some high-level mercenaries and warriors who seek strength specialize in pursuing advanced demons. Even our Knights will be able to defeat them... depending on how they do it."

Helyar was strong. I was higher than any demon I had ever fought before.

We were experiencing growth over the course of a few months without hands or feet.

The knights of silver armor that surround them do not wander. But I felt confident from the standpoint.

"And Fujido Naoto. As I said before - you have a fighting talent. Of the sword that everyone in Luke envies in this world - the genius of battle. As much as I want my daughter's son-in-law. Unfortunately, that's not the reason."

"Father!?

Norton continues without gazing at Aria, who keeps an eye on her and raises her voice. Same as Aria, deep blue eyes.

"Whatever, it was a long journey. His Majesty the King wants to speak directly, he says. I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but you get some rest. If you need anything, let's get it ready whenever possible. No need to hesitate, the Helyar crusade was a worthy feat"

"... Yes. Thank you."

Fujido says thank you in a slightly lower voice than usual.

feat. It's not my thing. Rest. There's no way I have time to take it.

I wanted to get to the next level right now. Even if that weren't possible, I couldn't help but do something.

Everything - to remain a brave man.

If this was the story, the brave would destroy the demon king in all sorts of misery but at the end of the day.

But this is reality. Luck never lasts twice.

We have to do something about it before we suffer a fatal defeat.

§

There were too many things I needed to think about to go, but not enough.

New equipment. To level up, instructors for technical training. Information on the Demon King's Army for future guidelines.

One of the things I need as soon as possible is armor.

A vast mansion owned by the Lizards in the Wang capital. In that one room, Aria wiped the sweat off her forehead.

"Again, can't you..."

"Guruji... Ugh..."

I raise my voice as Fujido groans with a blue look.

The cause of this is the chest tightened to the cucumber by an elongated sun.

The chest, which grew proportional to the rise in level, had reached a level where it could not wear holy armor even if it was finally forced after a fierce battle in the Water Capital.

Saint Armor Freed is a legendary armor once equipped by Saint Brave, but it was armor for men and did not have the sizing features that came with many of the magical hanging armor.

No, even if it came with it, you couldn't have worn it when it grew so far.

When Aria releases the sun that she was tightening with all her might, Fujido buckles to the floor in excess of momentum.

Aria proclaimed to the Saint Brave, who wept in his eyes as he sat down on the floor.

"You can't. Even if we go in, we can't fight at that rate."

"We're gonna have to cut it off."

Rimis, who was watching the ugliness behind him, assures me with his white eyes.

"Scared!?

"... you won't be able to. St. Armor Freed isn't that strong, but it should have had the ability to heal wounds. If I'm forced to wear it and I can't take it off, it'll be a hassle."

"Scared!?

The strength of Saint Armor Freed outweighs all armor. After months of fierce fighting, Fujido's physical absence of major scratches was defensive.

Imagine yourself recovering and unable to take off your chest in armor, Fujido trembled greatly.

It could crush you to death.

"I didn't expect this to happen... but the Holy Armor will have to give up. Even if I can equip it now... it's only a matter of time."

"There's more to grow than breasts, isn't there, Nao!?

"I don't care what you say... ha..."

Fujido sighed deeply at the caged words of Rimis' insurance.

Unlike Fujido's chest, which swelled proportionally to the level, Remiss's is as discreet as it was at the beginning of the journey.

Of course, I don't want you to replace it, etc. We know to oil the fire.

"Holy armor is a testament to the brave."

"... well, the Holy Sword can be used, so it would be possible to delude it. Now I need equipment that turns me into a fried. … with the best equipment possible to hide your gender…"

The symbols of the Holy Brave are armor and sword. But if we were to give priority to those two, the armament would still rise to the holy sword, which is easy for men to see.

"I wonder if there's any good armor..."

"There must have been some candidates in the arsenal that could be sized as well...... maybe you need a jacket that can hide your shape over armor first. I hope you have magic that can hide your shape if possible..."

Throw your gaze at Aria's musty remiss.

Whatever the weapon type, a magical coat is part of Freedia.

Rimis sighed deeply, receiving a gaze from Fujido with Aria and her abandoned puppy-like eyes.

"... if you look, I think you do. It's a constantly activated perception inhibitor... which is the kind of magic tool that criminals use."

"... you can't change your belly on your back"

We have to deceive them at all costs.

Soon, Fujido will be open to the public and become a star of hope.

You can't even ask someone for help. It would be very troublesome, especially if the Church knew about it, such as being unable to wear holy armor anymore.