─ ─ Approximately 2000.
From people's memories, the Lord of the Desert lived long enough for his beginnings to be forgotten, during which he kept eating what lived and lived in the desert.
The end of that fear came abruptly, and to a dismay.
"It's a feast today. Ah!
"Take it, take it! Without the Lord, commercial prosperity, its a celebration! Bring whatever you want!
"Father, Mother! I'm really sorry about today. Because your fathers' revenge is finally dead!
A celebration and a noise. Those who wish to thrive in business. Those who tear from the thoughts of their years.
There is no difference in joy for every man, that he may vary in his feelings for the death of the Lord of the Desert. Well, then...
"More and more, bring the booze! You guys got lucky, it's my luxury today!
Can we just get on with it for a little bit? I can't go wrong with today's actors, because it's me.
"Wow! That's demon king killing! How much is the Lord's Killer prize?
"Ha ha, the rumored lad made another martial arts tradition! I'm lucky to be there. Hey, I'm adding booze too! Bring the tallest!
That's how the adventurers I just met today entertained me, and then added booze momentum, and my mood culminated. The purse string is completely open.
"If I lay, I'd be so scattered again... is the money okay?
"Let's not worry about it. The principally put bounty was 20 billion. Not enough to run out of overnight banquets."
"It's not... Mr. Luxeria wouldn't know, but Ray..."
"Hey, you guys! This is a hemming from me! Use it for tomorrow's booze too!
"Hyah ho ho ho! That's demon king killing! You behaved big, dude!
I sprinkled a bunch of bills in my hand, all over my guild.
"That's how you sprinkle your money..."
"... I see. My husband seems to be mistaken for paper scraps."
I felt like I was being disrespectful, but now I'm dreaming, it's an adventurous banquet.
My father said.
The banquet is the flair of the adventurer.
I want to throw this banquet, but the adventurer wants to take risks and make achievements.
Dad, I'm really going to be an adventurer...
- Batang!
"Hey, hey Ray! So, are you okay?
"Uh-huh, hick."
"Ah... no. I'm totally drunk, this."
So I retired the banquet I had dreamed of.
Headaches as if cymbals were being tapped next to cancer and ears. Plus, nausea enough to remember the illusion that even frogs are jumping in my stomach.
"Wow... disgusting..."
I was vomiting on my bet. A glass of water is offered to me.
"I haven't been able to drink, because I drink so much. Yes, water."
"Thanks......"
As I thank you, when I receive the cup offered, I drink it up at once and exhale.
"It's a little better... I'll never drink again"
That's a devil's drink.
That's it. I seduce people with my hands that this is it, and even my will flows into the mud.
And if you notice, you don't feel right.
What a satanic drink. How can we all drink something like that like that?
I didn't know what that meant. As for myself, I went through a hangover.
"... by the way, what about Luxeria?
"Mr. Luxeria said he'd left it early in the morning."
Things left to do?
Oh... I haven't even had time to stop by here since I founded Cool Cass. Well, one or two of the things left to do, naturally.
"And, uh, a message from Mr. Luxeria." If you don't know what it tastes like, drink it calmly. "
Taste...?
Are you enjoying the flavor, is that it?
To make a fool of yourself, isn't that fuel?
Apparently, there was an error in my perception of alcohol. Next time, let Basil have a mentor.
Well, let's just say that.
"Well, why don't we hang out around here today, even on a date"
"I want to buy everyone a souvenir, okay...... is Ray okay?
"In the mood."
"... I don't think you should."
"No, I'm going"
It's an opportunity, but I wonder what I'm going to lose when I drink!
And, it was me who stood up in the mood, but my sight glued around like a flicker, and I fell straight to the floor.
"Come on, you drunk bastard! You beat me, whoops, whoops..."
"No more... it's not good for you if you can't. How do you get on a date in that condition? At times like this, it's best to drink water and sleep."
Charstena on my back, nauseated even on the floor.
Hey, pity...
I made up my mind that if I didn't make a fool of myself twice that day, maybe once in my life, everyone would think and never be fulfilled.
It was two days after the banquet that I realized the discomfort.
The next morning, when I hung over for a whole day and tasted the spiciness enough, I poured water into my body, which was still slightly disgusting.
And I felt uncomfortable when I hung my hand on the bag, trying to feel refreshed even with sweat.
"... that? Was it this heavy?
The zucchiness and weight of a bag that shouldn't contain much of anything either. I think it's strange that I open my bag.
Then, whose prank was there, the sand laid down in a biscuit.
"... don't make me plain harass you"
I didn't know you'd set up this elementary school prank with something good, if you showed enough temper to plant explosives anyway...
I recently thought of people hanging around about the truth and falsehood of the Demon King's killing, and I was shocked that it was such a shame. He opened the inn window in awe, turned his bag upside down, and scattered the contents of sand outside.
Then I tried to put Scarlet Flame on my back.
─ ─ Concon.
The door to the room was knocked, so I opened the door thinking it might be Charstena.
"Ah, good morning, Ray. You look much better now."
"Oh, good morning. Thanks to Charles for seeing me, it's a lot better. Thank you. And, sorry, yesterday."
"Pfft, fine. Because we're all like that at first. Besides, Mr. Luxeria was home this morning, so I think I'll call the Sea God before it gets too noisy..."
"Oh, right. Earlier in the morning, it'll be a little better."
In an effort to do the workout again later, I nodded one at Charstena's suggestion, re-carrying the lighter bag and getting ready. Then, even thin under the eye of returning in the morning, he rendezvous with the bear-made Luxeria, and afterwards the inn.
What spreads there when you leave the inn is a drunk, overflowing, liquor-smelling desert harbour town. It is sometimes early in the morning and there are few people, but I keep drinking and sleeping so that people who are drunk on the side of the road will fold up. I feel bad when I talk to you.
Pity... comrade. Tomorrow will be hell.
When he walked through the city and reached the seaside, causing sympathy to be solicited that way, Charstena put her hand on his mouth and shouted out the name of the Sea God.
Then, a few seconds.
- Zabavan!
"Huh, sea idol, sea god... guh"
"Hey, don't go to sleep. Even if you call yourself an idol, don't show people where you're sleeping while you're drooling."
He was a sea god who slept more than half way through a huge stretch of "Huh," but while he seemed careless, you know why he called, tangling us in sea water, he moves to his destination in an instant.
"Yes, arrival ~ ~. I'm weak in the morning. I'm not daytime from now on."
That's all that was left to say, and the sea god, who was never grown up, immediately disappeared somewhere when he sent us to the south of the continent of Afroto.
"I see... if you want to call it, you mean in the morning. Next time, let's beat him up in the morning. Then I can't bother you."
"She's cute, the sea god."
To my great discovery, it was a sympathetic Charstena, but she sees me unwilling to ask and looks at the surrounding scenery.
"... that's rough"
Luxeria nods with a strange face to Charstena, who describes in a nutshell the potpourri and the state of affairs.
"... I expected it. A new system that doesn't know which country to use as an example. It was they who had been abused until about two years ago. I knew it would be difficult, physically and mentally."
Slave country and the notorious Kingdom of Gong. It is new to my memory that we destroyed that country and created Cool Cass, a commercial country, together.
Yes, it's new. As a result, the legal installations, the national power are weak, and even the port towns, which are supposed to be tremendously developed, are not even equipped with roads, and the ships are worn out. It's the end of a dignified pirate ship moored.
"Hurry up, we have to get back to the capital. This tragedy is worse than I thought."
"Oh...... right. Definitely better than before, but I don't think this is a good idea"
I intend to do everything I can before I embark on my journey. So, the two of us, the threat for a while, went on a journey with our neighbors, but against expectations, this is terrible.
I had no idea you were going to see the flag of the bamboo in Port Town.
"Charles, me and Luxeria are headed to the capital of this country. Shall come back once and get me Haruki. Maybe it's something that needs his help."
"Yeah, okay. What should I do when I get home?
"I'll call you when I get to the capital and I'm ready. And if Cecil's here, bring him in."
Me and Luxeria are going to have a big job. And after sending Charstena to Arctia, she ran out in a hurry.
It's not that far from here to the capital. Normally, it's like a couple of days, but if it's me and Luxeria's foot, it won't take long.
Approximately 6 hours.
Me and Luxeria arrived in the capital of Cool Cass without ever taking a break.
The time is, when the sun passed its apex. The city was quite overflowing with people, but its standard of living need not be compared to that of the Wang capital, etc.
Worn out clothes like residents of Slam Street. It is obvious from their cheeks that there are few products lined up in the store and that there is also a lack of food.
But their faces are bright. If I were to mention the difference I once had, that would be the only one.
"This is so weird again..."
"No... think about it, nothing strange. Two years after that. It's only two years. It's a little too short for the city and life to change. But if you look at their hopeful expressions, this view will eventually change. It means we're still on our way."
"I see, you mean the country isn't rough. But... that sounds like a lot to do."
If you ask me if I and Luxeria are satisfied with the status quo now because it's better than it was before, NO.
There will be many things you can do if you think about it. It will still take Anna and the others a while to get to the King's Capital, and if you say so just fine.
"First, let's find the former members of [Snake Poison] and talk to them."
"Then I'll get in touch with the Chars and rendezvous. Let me ask you something, Mr. Carrot and the others don't have to call, do they?
"Oh, it'll just create an extra feud. Carrot and Lua should wait at the arctic."
"Well... then we'll meet later"
So, having decided to act separately from Luxeria for a moment, I laid down a metamagic team and made contact in an affordable, open, invisible place.
"Hello, Ray? You're early. Haruki-kun and Cecil can come right away, but are you okay with the transfer now?
"Oh, I'm fine"
'Yeah, well, you're transferring. And, uh, Mr. Seatella, it looks like she wants to show Ray something, but what do we do?
What is it? I don't know... are you finally done?
"Well, it's not too insecure, so I don't mind if Seatella says she wants to come. Just leave me alone, Mr. Carrot and the others. In this country... there is."
'Yeah...... I know. I asked Lycood to stay away. Well, I think we can move in less than a half an hour, so I'll see you later.'
"Oh, roger that."
So, wait about 15 minutes.
Letters written on the magic formation glow pale, columns of round light stretch towards the ceiling for a few seconds, and black shadows appear neglected in them.
As the light weakens, the four shadows that gradually become clearer - does that mean that Seatella is also accompanied?
With that in mind, I waited for the light to completely subside and the space to close.
"Oh, my God, this place is filthy. Traces of blood are creeping up. I thought you'd be taken to the capital of the country."
"No, I recognize this landscape. Indeed, definitely in the capital of the Kingdom of Cool Cass"
The place I chose to install the transfer tool was once a noble mansion that I robbed with Cecil as a refuge. Because there was no sign of people and no way someone lived there.
Instead, because they kept abandoning me, the whole mansion was all rough, and there are traces of blood all over it, as Spring Tree said. I don't know if that was attached to the battle that day or anything else, but it's like a haunted mansion.
"But it's something I miss. Don't be reminded of the country drop that day when you're here, although you can be rough all you want. That was really funny. Surely this is not the noble mansion that the Lord and I took away?
"Oh, it wasn't funny, though. Well, I think it was refreshing."
And I remember the time when Cecil and I said it was our first big job in our current relationship and it wasn't an exaggeration.
About the time when I couldn't bear to treat slaves too badly and ended up destroying and transforming my country without thinking about it later.
Remember again, I can't wipe the bad chest feces. I confirmed with this eye that behind that overgone slavery there was the involvement of the Demon King, but still all I can say is that the top of the country at the time and those around it were damned.
But from Charstena, who didn't see the scene like that, our conversation seemed like a terrorist conversation.
"What were you two doing here? It's kind of different from what I was hearing... you didn't save the country, you were destroying it?
"No, no, no, it looks like this here, it feels similar out there, but I still saved it. Hey, Cecil?
"Well, the kingdom of Kong perished without a trace, and so did the rulers."
"You're purposefully misinterpreting me!
I roughed up my voice in a way that would further fuel Cecil's misunderstandings, even though he took the mansion away from me.
"Anyway, it's a real misunderstanding, Shall. The country I was in before was a terrible country that didn't treat people like people, and I couldn't see it, so I destroyed it."
"In the end, you destroyed it."
"No, I did! I've told you many times, it was a really terrible country! Because I just didn't like it, and seriously, I didn't do it with the idea of taking over the country or anything!
"Right, didn't you like it? Yeah, I think I do. Destroying the country because you don't like it. Yeah, yeah, it's common."
"It's the way I say it, you guys! No, me too. What! That's not a strange way to convince me!
I made a pretty hasty excuse for Haruki poking me where it hurts, so I zeroed out the mess. I don't like it, or anywhere else. Even now, I don't have to wonder if that's why I acted.
But what I'm convinced of is that I'm usually angry. What do you mean, dude?
"Uh-huh... it's a little complicated to hear again that you've destroyed your country. But since Mr. Luxeria took the lead, maybe Ray was right."
"... I'm not convinced."
Is it my fault that I can't honestly nod a lot these days?
I am not convinced by this situation, which leans towards the credibility of Luxeria's actions, rather than my clarification.
I don't think I twisted it, but I'm going to need to hold a brain conference later on about this matter where my credibility is lower than that of Luxeria.
"... So what do we do? You read it because you needed it, didn't you?
"I want to beat the crap out of you for creating extra misunderstandings..."
I managed to shut up my fist trembling with reason.
There is no kiri stuck in this kind of place in Cecil. No matter how many times I tell you to stop erasing the signs because it's bad for your heart, you still show up from behind people's backs and out of nowhere like a stalker.
It doesn't improve much, so I think he's doing it deliberately, and if I die of cardiac paralysis or something, I've written a suicide note in front of him saying that the killer is Cecil. Still, I can't even see the cakera of healing efforts, so I'm already impressed. If there is a trainer who specializes in giving signs, I would like you to introduce me.
"Well, let me get to the point. Cecil, wash out the situation in this country after we're gone, the problems, and then the living environment from city to city."
"Got it. We'll wash everything out within a week."
"Please. I want Haruki to use the power of your unique skills for a while. The power of Haruki will be more powerful than ever in the development and construction of the city."
"Okay. Let's hit our hands on a date with Lislit."
No, it's not.
It's very difficult to understand why I thought I could give you the right to date Wristlit, but the demand for Spring Tree is actually immeasurable in this country.
It is not easy to dismiss, after being lost.
"... when you get to the labyrinth, why don't you let them dive at a party just for the two of us?
"Okay, I'm on it!
As a final compromise, I decided to have the party organized under the authority of the leader.
Next time, let's get something delicious on the wristlet. Even a spring tree with unparalleled inferiority toward beasts would be as distinguishable from good and evil.
"Well, Cecil needs you to get in there and gather information quickly. I think Haruki will have you working tomorrow. Until then, why don't we do some sightseeing?
"Ooh, I guess I will. Then you might want to invite Lislit on a date. Whoa, isn't that a good idea? So I'm just gonna go back."
"Don't waste too much demon stone."
Because the Transfer Device uses the magic power of the Demon Stone, after several transfers, it is necessary to replace the Demon Stone. Besides, I need a fairly large demonic stone, so if they waste it like this, I want to say a small word about it.
It's my personal belongings for once, isn't it? and.
Haruki, however, didn't seem particularly concerned, laughing and deluding, he was moving back to Arctia with a gentle transfer.
"... well, okay"
I got a lot of money the other day that I couldn't use up, and I don't want to say much detail.
"Well, Seatella. What can I do for you? Hey, are you done?
'Yes, master. This way.'
With that said, it was a gun-shaped piece of magic that Sheitella had handed me.
"What kind of equipment is this?
'Yes. Pulling the protrusion that the child was using to play with the water hanging in the alley will be a reassembly of the circuit of the magic tool that the water fires. I wanted to try and shoot that, and I came under the master. ─ ─ Phew Phew Phew, please check with those eyes. You will be angry at the shallow and foolish act of using the relics of the previous master for this kind of play, unlike the crude products in the city of Arctia'.
I have a black smile, and I want you to try and shoot me. Demand it, Seatella. Somehow that laugh is uninterrupted and horrible.
"Oh, oh, okay. If you want to try and shoot, let's go outside the city."
I feel a sense of crisis pulling this trigger all over the city with Sheetera's creepy grin and suggest using it outside. To that suggestion, of course, Seatella snorted strongly and Charstena grinned somewhat convulsively. Maybe she feels similar to me.
Blah, blah, I'm so scared.
Because it was also Krakbaer who made the Schalstena sword, High Wheel, so if the circuit used for this gun was what Krakbaer suggested, it wouldn't be catastrophic if used all over the city.
One thing I can tell you is that it's not like a safe toy to use for children's play.
That's what I'd know if I could just look at the confident and confident Seatella, and me and Charstena were all together and sweating cold.
And it soon proved to be right.
Towards the big rock on the outskirts of the city, the big rock exploded in an instant, pulling the trigger.
"Yep..."
Obviously not the destructive power that water attributes have. Besides, I lost my word.
Water magic and the like are basically fundamental, pushing enemies away or weakening momentum, and are not suitable for cutting or destroying unless you weave in a more special image.
Cut is wind magic. Because fire and earthly magic are suitable for destruction, a small number of people deliberately attempt to do it with water magic.
I use a water dragon that goes into that small number, but if I were told that I could do this with water released from a launch port about 2 cm in caliber, I wouldn't.
'That's right, Master Krakberg, who created me. Check it out, master. Can you give this power to a wizard? No, I can't get it out. Because when Krakbael incorporates the efficient use of the water magic devised, the magic activation that is considered elementary becomes the difficulty of the finest class. In practice, that can't be a deadly gap. Furthermore, it is not possible in the first place for ordinary people who do not understand the theory of Master Krakberg. In other words, this is a usage that can be omitted from the image process and only for simplifiable artifacts, notably…'
"Ok, ok! Krakbael is awesome because I already know!
'Really? I would also like to thank Master Krakbaer for recognizing his achievements.'
Sheetera with an extremely satisfying look on her face. When it comes to Krakbael, she gets expressive for some reason.
And to some extent, is it because of your mind that you resemble Krakberg?
But let's just say that.
"Sheetera, when you use your fixed magic equipment, you must speak up to me. It's too dangerous to use this all over the city."
'Of course, Master. Let me show you the best of Master Krakberg's feats.'
That's not what I meant...... I'm anxious. But if you don't seem to disagree with a word, but rather want to show it to me, can I be a little relieved?
I was too anxious inside. I gave up half the time, laughing bitterly, and asked him one thing that bothered me.
"By the way, when I pulled the trigger, I had the feeling that I'd be sucked away by magic, but wouldn't this consumption allow me to use Seaterra as well?
'Impossible, master. Because my body is a magic tool in the first place and it moves the magic of the micro powers that exist in nature to feed it. But the magic that exists in nature, because it is a micro force, I don't have a small amount of magic that is a trigger condition in the first place. That's why we sometimes need supplies.'
To my question, Seatella affirmed that it was impossible and explained why, but I leaned my neck.
…… Really?
"Yes."
I didn't really feel like she was saying something wrong.
Because I feel the amount of magic I need from inside her to cast the finest magic. Now you don't have any extra... what's the joke?
"In the meantime, why don't you try and shoot me?
'If that's what the master says...'
Sheetera doesn't seem too enthusiastic, but when she receives the magic fixture from me, she pulls the trigger toward the proper ground.
Shubba, you can hear the sharp, air-threatening water, the bursting sound right after it. In the earth which was made a target, a crater opened, and the earth and dust rose.
"Look, I knew you could shoot me."
'It's inexplicable... there can't be enough natural magic to absorb automatically to keep me active... I still see no signs of inactivity'
"Hmm, where does automatic absorption come from?
"It's the whole body. Especially with strong absorption in the mouth and hands, it is also possible to take away from others'
"Heh, can you take magic away from others... No, wait"
Somehow I tried to flush it, and I made a stop.
"You, can you absorb it normally from your hands? Huh? So, what was that kiss?
"This is the will of Master Krakberg."
"He... dropped the stock he raised himself."
That's what he said. This is it if you think I've reviewed it a little. That self-proclaimed genius seems to be made of more than half the extra stuff.
"Well, I'm not sure what Seatella's saying, but if you can use it, why don't you let Seatella have this? … more user-friendly than Demon Stone."
Far more than that asshole can only be called a tactic of war.
'... Got it. Next time, I'll make something to roar the master to show you'
I laugh bitterly at Sheetera, who somehow burns her fighting spirit, about how she perceived my proposal.
Half the time I'm glad I left it with Gilk.
I was wondering if there was anything more.