Din no Monshou (WN)

Bud's blood stains the ground.

It seemed like a bloody tide would make a puddle.

It's not a good amount of blood that humans can lose.

It was the man in the armor who stabbed Bud.

He is plucking his bloody long sword with a waistcloth.

"This blow we wave down - God punish the fool."

He inflicted further slaughter on Bud, who was fatally wounded.

He stabbed his sword in its body when it fell down.

Over and over again, as if completely destroying the body...

"- Gun, fire!

I couldn't stand it.

I throw fireballs at men.

Then he shielded and prevented the long sword.

I try to back off, staring at this one.

Seeing that, I tried to add a pursuit.

But here's Walkins standing next to me.

"… please wait"

If you look, Walkins' sword had blood on it.

Look in the direction she was jumping earlier.

There were about three guys in the same armor down there.

Did you clean it up in the moment?

"We still have a newbie, so don't inadvertently follow him"

The moment Walkins shrugged,

5,6 soldiers came out of the rock shade.

These guys also have the same gear as the guy who stabbed Bud.

"You two are the rest.

Take our punishment on behalf of God. "

The man who stabbed Bud comes to pronounce it.

Multiplying it, the other men shouted out loud.

"- Solemn Purity in the Name of the Sixteen Nights God!

"Solemn Qing!

The rest of us are in tune, shouting strange congratulations.

I tried to tap into the magic for that gap.

Walkins is holding my right hand.

You mean don't even chant?

My chest tightens to the appearance of a painfully lying Bud.

The men standing around it rose their names high here.

"I am the king of merchants, Nash, who organized the" Sixteen Nights of Holy Merchants. "- Monk Warrior!

"Likewise, the" Sixteen Nights Saint Merchants ”monk!

The men's uniforms were as the king had asked them.

The crest of the moon, representing the God of other continents, is engraved on his helmet.

It undoubtedly looks like it is the equipment of a private army held by the Merchant King Nash.

"As guardian of the devout Union, hammer the messenger of the vile kingdom!

"- Give me the hammer!

That's what I said, the men have been pointing a long sword at us.

Unexpectedly, I feel strong.

But Walkins was only natural.

Smile cool and speak to the men.

"Why don't you stop acting badly.

It's not foolish to pretend to be Nash's private soldier. "

- What are you talking about?

The leaning men's feet stopped.

I guess I can't imagine Walkins' thoughts.

Seeing such men, she asked brightly.

"You think a merchant king who hates other races would put a dwarf in a soldier's regiment?

…………

"You can't deceive that body, that unique way of attacking it."

At first, I didn't know where they were attacking me from.

Even Walkins couldn't notice the raid until it was critical.

But it quickly hits the possibility.

Only a dwarf that can strike from the ground is capable of such a surprise.

In response to Walkins' point, the men in armor laugh.

"Well... then this is also convenient"

"I'm tired of pretending to be a bunch of fools drunk with God."

That's what they said, and they threw down their helmets.

Dwarf specific brown skin.

They were skilled mercenaries, and every man had scratches all over his face.

One of the dwarves dropped his gaze on the fallen Bud and mocked Walkins.

"Ha, did you think it would be safe to do detective magic? Baka."

"Defective magic that barely reaches below the ground and can be broken as long as it can surf rapidly.

You look like a third-rate magician. "

In contrast to the provocation, Walkins does not move.

Did that bother you, they stepped on a bad that fell at their feet.

Bud who doesn't even groan.

A lot of blood flowing out of that flesh.

Multiple carved fatal injuries.

The way to go - death.

I unconsciously stare at the men.

Doss was very good at words I didn't know to say.

"............ get away from me"

I will not allow you to destroy Bud's flesh any further.

You must not be forgiven.

In response to my words, one of the dwarves walks out.

"What the hell............................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

And the men distorted their expressions.

I think I noticed something.

I've seen this one with a pulled face.

"Wait a minute, you little... you're spitting on me"

"Is this magic... No way, Shanleys?

"... Are you kidding me, I'm not listening"

The twitching spreads among the dwarves.

Apparently you saw my magic and guessed my relationship with one of the four wise men of the continent.

Perhaps you're frightened by the Shanleys who swore you'd kill me.

One of the men speaks to the people around him.

"It's not right for you.

Shut the fuck up for killing these guys. "

"Naturally. You can't say..."

Apparently, you're afraid of the Shanleys.

That's all I've got.

In the dwarf, the Shanleys seem to be taboo.

Multiplying the mess, I try to pull away from Bud.

Turn your right hand towards them and chant the magic of fire.

But it was stopped by Walkins.

She grabs my hand gently and tries to get it down.

"Dear Regis, Please don't move."

"I know... but hurry up and treat me...!

You want to tell me to stop wasting my time.

That injury, it couldn't have helped.

But I can't leave Bud like this.

"It's okay."

Walkins shook his head quietly.

I smile softly, to reassure you.

On top of that, I made it sound like me and Dwarf, and I told them to cool off.

- Master Bud is alive.

A shocking word.

But by that one word, thoughts calmly return.

My head started running clear trying to figure out what was going on.

They're dwarves.

Definitely an assassin hired by a pro-Imperialist merchant king.

Here, I realized the sincerity of the first people to direct the Dragon Knight to the mine.

I tried to fight the Dragon Knight and the Dwarves first because I wouldn't let them squeeze about the assassin race.

I don't believe that one of the assassins, the Dwarf species that killed each other, is the assassin of fate.

Was the lure of the Dragon Knight also its fabric stone?

The Dwarves react to Walkins' words.

"Huh? What did you say to the bitch there now?

- The man there, he's alive.

One of the dwarves tells him that it looks serious.

Then the next moment, they burst out laughing like the screws on their heads bounced off.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha! Stupid bitch!

"What world has a guy alive with his heart pierced!

It tells of unfounded, hopeless observations.

I guess that's what I thought.

But as far as I'm concerned, I understood.

That Walkins doesn't lie like that.

"Look at the reality! I don't care what you think. It's fatal!

"Hahahahahaha! Look at that blood! Spread out on one side."

And here Dwarf's words stopped picky.

I think I noticed the discomfort.

They did their gaze at Bud's body lying there, staying in a state of battle.

"... too much blood, isn't it?

That's right.

There's too much blood coming out of Bud's chest.

Besides, it's just me and Walkins avoiding it and spreading it at their feet.

And here one man woke up peeling and bodily.

"- Ouch, that's nasty."

It was Bud.

He spits out the blood left in his mouth to the ground.

On top of that, I grinned at the dwarf who attacked me.

"Damn... if it wasn't for me, you'd be dead if I didn't stab you in the heart"

Bud holds the area around his chest.

Then the flowing blood solidified and completely blocked the wound.

The Dwarves will be nailed to the sight.

Bud turned this way as he left the bloodshed full of ground.

"Regis, it's the blood there. Light it all up. And that's it all."

The Dwarves rose sharply when they saw Bud with a carefree head.

The rest of them also pull their long swords out of their sheaths.

"Temee, why are you alive?

"And it's over, huh? That's all you have to do to blow a hole."

A man tries to shake up his sword.

But at that moment, my torso rocked with gakun.

Out of balance, Dwarf falls straight to the ground.

"My legs, don't go up!

"What is this blood! It's stuck!

Seeing, the blood flowing out of Bud's body was coagulating black.

He's trying to shed his sticky blood with a long sword, but he's losing it in hardness to blood and the blade is spilling.

Seeing how it goes, Bud mocks spicy.

"Whoa, don't try to force me to peel it off. I'll cut off every meat on the soles of your feet."

Bud shrugged his shoulder and sent a signal over here.

At that moment I chanted fire magic.

"-" Crossblast "!

Drop the Shizuku of flame on the blood spread out on the ground.

Then it burned as if it had ignited gasoline.

The sea of fire ravages the men.

"Gwwwwwwwww!!

"What the heck, dude, dude, dude!

Scream of the Terminator.

The men wandered around and fell to the ground without the art of exchange.

Silence returns to the top of the mine.

You can just leave it like this.

Don't trouble these guys if they don't live with the letter.

"It's time..."

I just got burns all over my body, uncross blast.

Beat the water magic.

Black smoke was rising from the men's bodies.

There seems to be nothing else in your life, but you're totally passed out.

I take out the writ, but here comes the question.

"I totally repelled him, but what about the writ?"

"Leave it to me"

Walkins received a letter that was supposed to be taken from him,

I stood in front of a man in the Dwarf who seemed to be captain.

Put your hands on his forehead and grab his eyelids open.

At that moment, Walkins' eyes transformed into colors like a mixture of red and gold.

And crush the word with Bosoli.

"-" Chaos Memory Dazzle ""

As Walkins glanced into his face, the man who had passed out woke up.

But things are weird somewhere.

Those eyes are missing light and have no focus.

Towards such a man, Walkins called out.

"Do you know what happened?

Then the man's mouth moved against his will.

Answer with a nosy look.

"... one man and a little girl.

And to one kid, when I attacked him... his blood solidified, he was burned... "

Dwarves squeezing out words like ghosts.

But here's where Walkins urged correction.

"No. You attacked a magnificent man, thought to be a messenger of the kingdom, and five of his escorts."

"... of magnificent age, man"

Dwarf recapitulates blurry.

Meanwhile, my neck was shaking as if I was being forced to nod.

Walkins mutters the next correction in a way he's used to.

"I received resistance, such as being unleashed with fire magic,

Successfully push the messenger and escort down the cliff and take the letter "

"... drop to the bottom of the cliff... to take away, succeed...?

A man groans in questionable form.

At that moment, Walkins added more magic to his eyes.

The man who looks directly at it becomes even more frivolous.

"The next time I woke up...

You, along with your peers, deliver the letter you took to your employer. Do you understand?

"… Employer…… Deliver"

The man shook his neck gaggedly and vertically.

Confirming that, Walkins regained his magic with satisfaction.

"Good night, then"

Then the man passed out again like the thread had been cut.

Walkins gets up and stretches lightly.

It's me I've been watching, but I ask her here.

"What have you done?

"I showed an illusion.

Some of these men are supposed to have raided, wiped out their messengers, and taken their letters. "

Ma, phantom...?

Did you jerk off your magic and your ability to recognize?

It was just like the one you hung me up on when I got motion sickness.

Was it something to use in such a horrible way?

Next to me in battle, Bud tilts his neck curiously.

"... what kind of fantasy magic is that? The head of contraindication magic."

"It's not that, but it's kind of close. Keep it a secret."

That being said, Walkins did the same to the other raiders.

Let the man with the captainship grip the script and get it out of the way of the rock.

At the end of the day she slapped her hand with pampering and she exhaled gently.

"Now the enemy thinks the messenger is dead and should stop the chaser's launch"

"That's a lot easier to travel. It's convenient."

Bud wipes off the blood attached to his hoodie coat.

The original material is black, so it's not very noticeable in color.

You look cool, but you're worried about me.

"... Speaking of which, Bud. Are you okay with the injury?

"Oh, if only I could drink water."

Bud takes the bottle out of his nose and drank it lavishly.

I drank so much that I was worried that the bottom of my stomach might fall out.

When he finished rehydrating, he looked out for a distant view.

"You've achieved your terms, and all you have to do is go see the king's ally, the merchant king."

Well, is the Dwarf mine over around here already?

Earlier Raiders, you were taking advantage of the subtle interests of the land.

I'm not insulted.

"Finally, it's a Union country from here"

"Bud, I'll take care of it."

Once you're in the Union, the rest is straight to your destination.

But without a land survey, it's extremely inconvenient.

So it is Bad's turn to be bright about the situation and geography in the Union.

But the person at the time looked annoyingly acquainted.

"If you rely too much on me, it's not gonna be a big deal."

Say what.

Rather, this would be your job from here.

As he shrugged his shoulders, Bud raised the corner of his mouth only slightly.

"- But I'll work for you for the reward."

"Oh, that's intentional."

Little by little, I can read Bud's inner heart with facial expressions.

Sometimes it's almost Union territory, and I seem to be feeling high.

"I'm looking forward to it. The Union has lots of pretty sisters."

"... Really?

First ear.

However, if I hear of a gathering of commercial cities, I also feel that I am likely to be convinced.

Maybe it's a place where it's easier to make money than someone with a good appearance.

Its tendency everywhere, but it is particularly remarkable that it is an active part of commerce.

"It doesn't look like a hard-headed rim, it's a nice bunch of guys.

I'm sure I can play in the Union, so I got this job. "

"Your Majesty... the king will cry"

And Rimlis is gonna be pissed.

Sure, my head may be stiff, but the metric would be wide.

There's hardly anyone with that much power and humility.

In response to my words, Bud groans and puts his head on "Don't Go Down".

"You're the only one who gets filled with loyalty.

This one's a monster. You have to follow your greed. You can't move. "

"Ho..."

I don't hate improvisation like that.

My interests are more important than compelling me to work part-time.

It's easy to empathize if you think of yourself in your previous life.

Well, it would be an easy stance to get slapped from around.

Bud checked the map and showed us where we're headed.

"First pass through Salaman, a hot spring city near the border.

Be careful, this place is ruled by a pro-Imperialist merchant king. Don't stand out. "

"... you're out of your mind"

Will you suddenly pass through the cities near the Empire?

But as long as we break through here, we get to the commercial city of Nash, our destination.

I want to go without loosening my guard.

Telling himself, Bud was tongue-in-cheek.

"Hot Springs... Inns... Alcohol... Mixed Baths... Women... - Women"

Just one last word. I could hear it clearly why.

My head is completely dome-colored.

I don't know if he's serious or sloppy.

I stare at Bud with a cold gaze.

"Hey... I didn't come to see you"

He said, "I know. But I'm staying overnight in Salaman on my itinerary."

"Is it a hot spring? Looking forward to it."

In addition to Bud, Walkins also looks somewhat upbeat.

I'm starting to feel silly that I'm the only one concerned.

No, they're in that state, I guess, because they can handle it enough in nature.

Well, when I come to the city of Hot Springs, I can snort that tension rises.

I don't play, but I try to feel like a traveler.

We entered the Union in light footsteps.