Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

- Time goes back a few days before Arisu Current Protection receives its first assignment.

"Well, I'll let you stay the night."

At the same time as that word. When a bunch of bills were thrown out on the counter, the bald old lord of his head made his eyes black and white.

"Huh? Yes, no, Huh!? Overnight... eh!? How much do you have... this?"

I'm going to be dazzled by a lot of money I don't even think about - more like I'm just surprised by the thickness of the bundle of bills.

I guess money is not so important. Basically, it can be seen that it consists of barter and self-sufficiency.

The old master, who followed and finished counting the amount, said in a slightly flattering tone.

"Uh... koru, I'll have you stay for half a month for a fine amount. Come on"

"Ha ha. It's half a month for such a despicable toko, here's my wish. If you want to make it quite monstrous, I'll do it."

The innkeeper seems somewhat dismayed by the reputation for despicability, but the surprise seems to be far more victorious than the Maasa. Alternate comparisons between the money paid and the man paid.

"Ha ha... but are you sure, so... If a pedestrian comes, you can buy that and this."

"I wish I could buy both you and me. Hore, guide Yorosik"

"Wow, I see. … but…"

Hard to say, the old Lord mumbles.

"Are you Maggie, the chanter?"

Mage, the chanter, is another unusual name, but I'll be honest with you there.

"You're such a dick."

"Really... so..."

Experience pins me. I have every problem and I want you to give me a hand. I want your help. That's the eye.

Lord who nearly said something, but shook his head weakly with a "no,"

"As soon as possible… it might be better to leave this village"

"Kuk. I'll pay you, Mon. If I pay you, will you just get out? You're a businessman inside."

"Yes, no! Oh, that's not what I meant!... just..."

(1) Put down his breath, and the old Lord told him as he had difficulty in saying.

"This village is... cursed."

"Hmm."

It was the old master's word like he had decided to, but Dino Gailroen was returning his careless gavel.

A nearby village secluded in the mountains.

It was a total coincidence that I found it. As part of his workout, he discovered this village, an arrowhead that was about to pass through the mountains to the big city while referring to the map. Because it was a big mess of maps, it didn't seem to state the location of small settlements or anything like that.

I was prepared to be a wild boarding house for a while, but I still would never have gone over it if I could rest in the village.

When I got there, Dino asked the farmer who caught my eye where the inn was, but he gave it back to me without a nibble. In the end, Nojuku or, when I hit my tongue, I was led here as I recall.

A wooden bungalow, small and unadorned to call an inn. Rather than lodging, it seems to be used here as a place for village stopovers and others with booze to stay.

It doesn't have to be a full-fledged inn, it can't compare to that trashy lodging that was behind Wang Du. I left my stuff in a small but beautifully kept room and Dino rolled out.

Look around while walking appropriately. Everywhere you look, a large field is spreading, and the summer breeze carries the smell of dirt.

Unreliable houses made of brittle old wood, not sturdy stones cut out. It is also suspicious whether the Divine Chant of Defense, Oracle, is applied.

I don't even see the kind of facility where soldiers are stationed. It's a small village far from the Wang capital. I guess the protection of the law has not been extended.

When this happens, it is irrefutable to think of it as a 'different country' with its own rules, although it exists on Raindeer soil. Villages like that were forming vigilantes, but they didn't seem like the same. If so, then every head of the village should have absolute power.

It was a dino walking bonyard with that in mind.

"Oui, don't you think it's crumbling?"

I accidentally got a frightened voice.

The stone walls covering the village had collapsed, as worms had eaten everywhere, and had not even surrounded the settlement in the first place.

The height of its walls is also exquisite, less than two miles. Tall enough for people to get over it easily. I don't even need to get over it, it's full of holes. The art of exorcism has also expired, and we can no longer expect any defensive effect from this stone mass.

If you look around, you'll see the villagers plowing a whole lot of fields that make up half the village. There were many old people and children, and not many young people were seen. Especially not the appearance of a young woman.

Dino sits on a suitable roadside rock and looks out at the village.

They say the name is Lumley Village.

Population, less than forty. From Wangdu, about five days by carriage.

Even if it is simply five days by carriage, by the time Dino arrives here, he has crossed various cities and villages, as well as many mountains and valleys. Maybe it's actually closer, maybe it's farther than I thought.

No one would bother to visit here. If you do poorly, you may not even realize that there is a village. Dino and I visited without knowing.

Outside Raindeer is also off, a small settlement on the border. Exactly, a stand-up where the expression 'blow it and it will fly' becomes firmer.

Two months ago, the resentment demon Drautlaw was scattered all over Raindeer. If only one of these days had come here, would this village have been unknown and devastated?

Here was a gathering of people small and weak enough to make you think so.

About the other day, there should have been an out-of-wall exercise of "Silver Legion Troop", but I don't think I've visited this village for granted. One of its aims is to patrol these villages. But again, this village is too far away. In a week-long expedition, it takes a few days to get here by carriage.

There is also a shortage of soldiers, and I guess there are mountains of parts that can't be turned around, but this Lumley village was definitely one of those flawed villages.

Rather, that is what might make even the country unaware of the existence of this village, so much so that it seems.

(Ma, what is an out-of-wall exercise... is the extermination of the resentment more the main purpose than consolation? I don't care)

I can't feel the hegemony in the people I go out with. The misty-dressed villagers shrug past Dino, sitting on a rock. Some people saw Dino with a face that said something, but they didn't actually put it into words, they just relaxed and left. The expression is the same as that of the old master of Inn. If you need any help, swallow it without telling the others. Such a face.

(... you're cursed, or something)

- and.

"Hello!"

A bright voice rang from side to side.

If you turn your face, a boy who's not even old stands smiling.

It would be like turning ten or not. Brown, short hair, bouncing on a bumpy. Vibrant eyes. The countless wounds engraved on his arms stretching from his short sleeves and the way he speaks to Dino without fear give him a glimpse of his active personality.

…………

It's like, when I was little...

"Brother, who? A traveler?

While Dino was trapped in memory, the boy talked to him.

"Traveler...? You're such a dick."

Dino answers boringly.

"Oh well... good. I want to go somewhere far, too."

"I'm a wandering toko with no atheism, and I'm gonna die of wild drowning."

To the dreamy boy, Dino poked at a reality without himself or a lid.

If you have left the settlement, there is a world of weak and forceful eating there. Carnivores. Grievances. Robbers.

There is no guarantee that you will be absolutely safe if you do an exorcised street. If you take off that street, there's a chance you'll stay lost and never be able to go back. Until even Dino came here, the city where he stopped always bought maps of the surrounding area. Besides the most off the streets, it wouldn't be something Dino could say that he was trying to get the shortest distance to the city through the mountains.

For the record, if you connect those regional maps together, it can also look like a single big picture, something that sighs in the breadth of the outside world, even if it's a dino.

"It's been a long way to go. It's not as easy out there as a kid thinks."

"Still... in this village, rather than being there"

The boy's face, saying so, seemed so chopped up that he didn't think he was a child.

"Is your brother Maggie, the chanter?

The boy asks the same question that was asked in the inn.

"You're such a dick."

Likewise Dino answers.

"Then..."

Boy patrolling to get lost in something. This was also re-baked earlier, an example face.

I'm in trouble. I want your help.

"... brother. Not really, you shouldn't be in this village long. This village..."

"Cursed, are you?

"... ugh, yeah"

The boy nods with a strange face.

Earlier in the inn, my husband was pounding and leaking. As a dino, I wasn't interested, so I didn't pursue it.

"What's a curse?"

But it's a village with nothing more than I expected. So much so that he seems to struggle to kill his spare time.

I thought I was bored and decided to listen.