Din no Monshou (WN)

We're moving through the mountain forest now.

If we get out of here, we can get behind the inn we're looking for.

I checked earlier, and it seems Zanakov has already checked in.

I spoke to the innkeeper of the commercial enemy and he could hear an interesting story.

It seems that beautiful women have been in and out of super luxury inns for a few days.

But thanks to the warrant, I didn't even seem to know Zanakov was coming.

"It's time to see the inn. Hip back."

Copy that.

With the hourglass forward, only face out of the bush.

Then, a short distance away, there are the baths and the tall walls that divide the outside.

In addition, private military-like men were patrolling the vicinity of the inn.

"I don't even follow the lookout. This guy smells like shit."

"I just can't get close to the wall."

It would be fatal if they saw me climbing.

Even if it slips through, the target is a professional soldier.

It seems difficult to deceive.

But here Bud shrugged confidently.

"Leave that to me. Let them sleep."

"Don't you think there was an intruder later?

If the watchdogs sleep together, I think they'll be just as suspicious.

But Bud seems to have mastered the art of making it look natural.

"You just have to erase the traces of magic. Otherwise, I'll have to certify you as sleeping."

"I see... I can't tell my employer 'I'm sorry, I was asleep'"

I can't report to the opponent of the merchant king, who was devouring his sleep.

These are hired soldiers.

For the sake of preservation, the parties would talk to each other.

If we find out, we won't be here tomorrow morning.

Whatever happens after that.

"Just how do you get me to sleep?

"It's a windy thing, and I'll use this guy. Don't breathe my breath."

That's what Bud said, he took out the pipes and the smoked grass.

Fill the pipe with condensed grass.

"What about that grass?

"It's a poisonous grass native to the south of the continent.

If it's trace, it won't hurt your body, but you'll be hit by unbearable drowsiness. "

"... another horrible thing"

As I was at war, Bud caught fire and breathed heavily.

On top of that, he sticks his finger in the back of his mouth.

"And then... don't make me bleed. Um"

Then Bud scratched his finger near the airway.

It seems to have gone quite deep and there is still blood on my fingertips.

"Hey, you okay?

"Stay away from me. Hold your nose and mouth with this cloth."

Bud will hand me a thick cloth.

And when I could swing the pipe, I chanted a disastrous spell.

"I ga blood smoke ha invisible no red fog.

Diffuse Seyo, Blood Vein No Wave - "Blood Mist" "

... ancient magic, huh?

I can't tell up to the kind, but why do you do that?

I had guessed it was magic about blood, but I didn't know it was ancient magic.

"That magic...... what the hell?

"Do you care?

Bud kept looking at me with no expression on his face.

That also seemed like a kind of warning.

But I nodded without hesitation.

"Oh, tell me."

Walkins seems to have already spotted it.

I felt bad for Bud to tell her.

Take my gaze, Bud squeals bossly.

"… forty-seventh example"

That's all I said, Bud shut up.

But that was enough.

Its meaning is probably - the forty-seventh example of contraindicated magic.

I don't know everything.

It must have been the magic of freely manipulating the blood.

I see... when I got my heart pierced,

I was able to block the wound in an instant because, you know...

After the chant, Bud exhales furiously from his mouth.

I can't see anything beside you.

But a few decades later, something strange happened to the private soldiers.

Rub your eyes out and your body flutters.

And he collapsed without interruption.

Looks like that's how I went into deep sleep, and I don't even react with Pickle.

"You turned blood into fog and sprayed it...?

"Oh. In addition to the shape, there's also the color and smell.

It's colorless and odorless, so you can breathe in as much as you want. "

You mean you can make poison gas?

Besides, they can manipulate even smells and colors freely.

If the poison fog is scattered, can't you notice this one?

"The fog that enters your body becomes magical and absorbs into your body.

After he dies, there's no trace of him. "

If you mean it, they can drive one city to ruin.

I see, it's not dangerous.

Little by little I have figured out why much of ancient magic is contraindicated.

Okay, let's go.

Responding to Bud's hanging voice, he slowly approaches the wall.

There must be Xanakov over here.

We climb the wall carefully.

"Oops..."

Reach the top of the wall and you can see in the bathroom.

Southern-style ornamental plants were planted everywhere.

A vast open-air bath - so much so that this is the best famous water in a hot spring city?

(That's Zanakov)

ahead that Bud showed in a whisper.

I can only see nagging with smoke, but a mature man caught my eye.

I look at that face and flesh and my natural feelings come out of my mouth.

(... less dignified than I thought)

Whisper to Bud in a whisper.

I'm pretty sure he's got a sticky face.

But my eyes and mouth are loose because I'm enjoying it.

My torso isn't tight, and I don't feel very intimidated.

Niccha, I have an impressive grin that causes physiological aversion.

(You look like a mere porn jerk, but you can't do what you want.

It's popular because it doesn't show off. Nature is right -)

If you look, Zanakov was turning his hand to the woman next to him.

The hot air is so intense, from my position, I can only grasp the contour.

But the women were impressive enough to tell by that information alone.

Loving and looking beautiful.

Surrounded by women, flowers in both hands?

(Ha, luxury games with the money you made?

Let the people touch the ban on infidelity... I want to.)

Bud, frightened, took out the magic projector properly.

Then pour in the magic and start taking pictures with Pasha Pasha.

Unlike my position, everything seems to be clearly visible from my neighbor Bud.

His throat was trembling with joy.

(Kuk, there are a few beautiful women beside the bad-faced jerk.

I can't stop smelling crime...)

Heh, pervert!

If it was a previous life, it would definitely be an arrest.

If I were a cop, I'd be at the level to apply for permission to fire.

It is ironic, however, that it is the king of merchants who are rather against the law in this land.

Bud was satisfied with the photo or now he started taking videos.

I feel a strong wave of magic from next door.

(Still, a strict and passing merchant king, I don't know how to play.

Goddamn it, it'll catch your blood if you notice the shooting)

(I'm going to hang everything up and kill you, so don't find me...)

I don't want to get caught in this place and die.

Eyes on the woman at the end of the magic projector, sighing.

He's rubbing against Zanakov as he speaks out that he's going to take it.

The women's bodies, but to see from the shadows in the hot air...

(A lot of boring breasted women......?

(It would be Zanakov's hobby. Fine... I like both of them)

Bud immersed in joy while turning the projector.

That's just the pros, trying not to find them to go with the hot air movement.

Are you gradually burning, Bud's whining heats up.

(Damn...... smoke doesn't give me a good view down there)

('Cause I'm soaking in water.)

But Bud seems unsatisfied as it is.

Raise your voice of obsession as you grip your fist hard.

(Get up, get up......! Show me your limbs......!

You're not... you're not like that... you guys have the strength...!

I believe... I'm sure you'll come up from the water...!

A real favor.

When I look at that, I'm driven by the urge to film Bud himself.

And I want to show the footage to Limris.

My childhood friend is stealing it with his face. It's the scene.

If you're a clean person, you're going to slap an insulation letter.

(Look, Regis! We got movement!

With that word, I turn my gaze to Xanakov.

He stood up with his arms around him after talking to the beauty next door for a few words.

Bud raises his voice of joy.

(All right, here we are at last! They're coming up from the water.)

(Sounds like fun, you...)

With Zanakov, the women try to get up.

Sure, it would visually show something fun... but I cut my gaze.

Together, Zanakov's lower body is going to get into the eye.

Bud seems to be bearable, but I want to give him a break.

Besides, I secretly swore I wouldn't take a peek in my last life.

Be present, but not involved.

(... this is why I can't stop)

Bud's eyes, visible from behind the mask, were filled with joy.

It's totally terminal.

You're definitely not for a knight.

I'm glad I'm a resident of the back world.

Something you can't put on the table as a warrior in the kingdom.

(... Coming. Come, come, come -!)

With his bloody running eyes, Bud grips the projector.

And a moment of loud water...

(Screenplay, start - heh!

Bud cut the shutter all over.

Looks like he's shooting a series of still images while shooting a video.

This will satisfy Bud as well.

That's what I thought.

………………

Bud's hand stopped.

Katakata and her shoulders are trembling.

Seeing, he lay down on his face and moaned.

(............ uhhhhhhhhhhh)

What's up, what a groan.

Don't you have much of an emotional voice?

But thank you. Things are different.

Suspiciously, I took a chilling look at the still image Bud had taken.

And instantly regret it.

There was something there that I was used to seeing.

Yes, Zanakov is playing with us, not with a woman.

(- Man, no, no, no!

Bud, the scream of the soul.

The cinematograph makes a noise with Mechari.

That's when Gopaa and a lot of blood blew out of Bud's mouth.

It must have opened an open airway wound that wasn't blocked.

Bud slipped off the wall spitting blood.

(Oh, hey... Bud!

I run over to Bud.

And I carefully ascertained if I was conscious.

And Shin......!

Whatever the joke is, it looks like it broke my heart.

He's a caretaker.

Why should I assist the escort?

But you can't fall on enemy ground.

Erase the footprints and wipe away Bud's spitting blood.

And I lent him my shoulder, dripping like a dead man.

... That's heavy, what are you eating?

Damn, I didn't know even I'd be framed for the hard work.

Dragging Bud out of his mind, I went back to the inn.

◆ ◆ ◆

Some time after I left, Walkins came up from the hot spring.

She uses faint fire magic and walks into the room with her hair dry.

"Phew, it was good hot water. You can take the fatigue all at once!

The maid's clothes looked like they were being washed and she was wearing yukata loaned to the inn.

Unexpectedly, it makes me look different.

"Duh, what's up? Dear Regis, is something wrong?"

"No, no, that's not true"

I guess Walkins realized it wasn't his usual outfit either.

I held my hem down a little shy.

Poor reddish skin after hot water.

Looks like the sight I saw earlier will be purified. The descent of the goddess means this.

"When Lady Regis stares, it lights up"

This one's going to throw up a lot of sweetness.

No, this was all the point of coming to the inn.

As I nodded, I heard a horrible voice coming from behind me.

"... Damn it, damn it"

Bud.

He was stuck on a pillow and throwing up cursed words.

I don't care.

I guess Bud, who I've seen straight away, was planted with intense trauma.

All the more so if you like women.

Walkins is also surprised by the unusual depression.

"... what happened to that?

Confused Walkins.

I answer to her in agony.

"Yes, I'm fine. Don't ask me anything."

I can't say I went for a peek and suffered mental injuries.

Bud was voicing what he said was the end of the world.

"No more... you can't get up.

You don't get up in many ways. "

The symptoms seem more serious than I thought.

Even the light mouth is no longer crisp.

Speaking of which, Bud thought he could see a lot of beautiful women, so you got this job.

If I am betrayed by the purpose of my destiny, I feel I have no choice but to be depressed.

"Hey, I won't ask what happened.

Why don't you just soak it in hot water for a second? "

I cough with Cohon, and Walkins comes up with a suggestion.

It's about carrying Bud and scratching his sweat, and you want me to wash it off?

"I will."

As I tried to get out, Bud stood up loosely, too.

Follow me with a sigh of despair all over my body.

"I'm just gonna go in and get some sleep too..."

"Really? Take your time."

Leaving Walkins with a bitter smile, me and Bud dipped in the hot springs.

I tried to get to the man bath, but Bud went into the mixed bath early enough.

An instinct that remains the same even if you are depressed.

That's just great there.

I snort and follow Bud.

In order to seal the earlier trauma, I decide to wrap a towel around my waist all the time.

He washed his body and sank himself into the hot spring.

- Comfortable.

It seems to be close to an acidic spring, spreading a slight tingling sensation.

"... Phew"

Hot springs are still great.

Looks like the accumulated fatigue will blow up collectively.

A little late, Bud came in, too.

… with the mask on.

That's consistent.

While he relaxes, he regrets an earlier incident.

"Ha... he insulted the merchant's sexuality."

"Stop it, the Merchant King is coming in a framework."

From now on, even a guy named Nash will be framed with weird eyes.

Though many people also have a peculiar taste in the nobility of the kingdom.

The trend seems to apply to the Merchant King as well.

Take my word for it, Bud grinds his teeth in a gloomy way.

"Temehe doesn't know... I don't know.

I can't believe how I feel when a picture is engraved in a secret photo. "

Apparently, the photos taken once are magical and can be burned inside the machine.

It seems that the recorded magic vegetables are semi-permanently immutable and cannot be erased.

In other words, from now on, every time I look back at the footage and pictures I take, I will remember.

Magic projector, defeat.

But I heard something I shouldn't listen to.

"I'm telling you, I'm the victim.

Hang out with the guard's solo behavior and get framed for seeing things like that... "

Though I'm used to seeing it, it's not enough to please me at all.

In response to my objection, Bud revealed his anger.

"Temei would have been a knoll, too!

"I went there in the first place with the intent of conducting a hostile inspection!

The opponent is a merchant king on the side of the Empire.

When something happened, I wanted materials that I could threaten.

The purpose of my life was different from the ground up.

"Chip... just slap me in the mouth"

Bud shrugs his shoulders.

Ask him what he cared about.

"Well, you... mask it among the hot springs."

"I took it off when I washed it. In the meantime, he covered his face with blood membranes."

Well, that's a horrible sight just to imagine.

I'm confident I'll pass out if I meet Bud in that state on the night lane.

"You really don't want to be seen?

I heard you weren't even exposed to Mr. Limris. "

"... Ha. Nobody wants to see me."

Bud put his hand on the mask and pressed it in a good way.

It seems hidden inside that it's dark behind you or that you don't want me to touch it.

In an attempt to change the story, I distract myself from other parts of the world.

"But you have cute hair. You mean cherry blossom."

Yes, Bud's hair color was very rare.

Red cherry blossom color.

Lots and lots of bumpy hair, but it doesn't look bad because of the color.

However, he bent the edge of his mouth in dissatisfaction.

"Ah? Temehe, did I just tell you she's cute?

"No, but. You're dyeing that color with dye, right?

"This guy has ground hair. It's stubborn, dyeing it black will get you right back."

Is it originally cherry blossom?

You look like a noble maid in jealous shape.

But didn't you dye it yourself?

"Was it the ground hair? That was bad."

"... well, it doesn't matter"

Secondly, Bud looks up at the sky.

And I look up at the moonlit night sky.

I can feel the beauty of an open-air bath.

As he was feeling in the hot springs, Bud cut out the story.

"If we keep going well, we'll get to the capital in a few days. Don't stand out all over town."

"... I knew you wouldn't use a horse?

"You'll find out the other side when you're out of jail."

I see.

Besides, there's a chance he's keeping an eye on the station itself.

You mean you have to go on foot.

"Well, as long as I'm here, I'll lend you the help you deserve. That's the kind of contract."

"Oh, please, Bud"

"I don't move in any kind of training ground.

In this journey, I may show you the true power of assassin killing. "

Bud shook his throat and laughed.

Seems confident of settling in the earthen pit.

As far as I'm prone to temper, I envy you.

And then...

"Wow... beautiful sky"

I heard a bright, pretty voice coming through the entrance.

At that moment, Bud's eyes opened.

When he stood up quicker, he walked to the entrance.

"Whoa, sis. Nice to meet you.

My name is Bud Lantis. An Imperial Knight's squire. "

"Huh...? Oh, yes, thank you."

The Lord of the Voice bows his head in peculiarity.

From the slice of hot air, I can see the person's face.

She's my sister, with her moist hair around her neck.

I see, does Bud like that?

Let's not say he looks like Rimlis after all...

Maybe it kills me.

"Because of my seriousness, I was told I was a chivalrous piece of spirit.

I can't help but help myself when I see one woman.

Will you please let me flush the back of the goddess?

It's like a floating line of teeth.

If the Knight of the Empire sees it, he's going to be furious.

But is that Napa's technique?

Let's make a note in the corner of my head.

Females don't seem very good either.

"Oh, no... you can light it up."

"I'm only telling the truth. Sit down."

Words skillfully, Bud sits the woman down.

And a few times I took it to the flow of washing my body brilliantly, as I chanted my words.

That familiar induction is reminiscent of catching sales throughout the city.

Bud washes women's necks, shoulders, flanks, etc. down in turn.

It's as vivid as clearing up your ever depression.

But well... before the minors.

How can you do that?

With some admiration, Bud reached for the woman's lower body.

"Well, for the last time..."

"Ah, there..."

A woman dyes her cheeks.

The slight resistance was flushed with a refreshing grin, and Bud reached out.

And the next moment...

――――

That grin freezes.

It's like a medieval sculpture.

The woman said away to Bud, who looked drawn.

"Uh, I... I'm a man"

The next moment - Bud collapsed into a tile.

It was a heavy way of falling.

It was a breakdown that I couldn't open.

What a deserved.

Undefendable karma.

I bowed my head to the person and retrieved the fainted Bud.

Walkins, who was in the room, once again tilted his neck,

I told you I fell up in the bathroom.

Don't forget to thank me, I want you to luxury something later.

That night, I heard a few words from the innkeeper.

Anything, there's a beauty gathering store near here and

There is a shop that employs the so-called man's daughter.

Both seem to be in high demand from travel aristocrats and local merchants.

People who work there often come to this inn.

So there was some sort of inevitability that Bud would be fatally injured?

Convinced.

If I hadn't witnessed it in that way the first time, Bud wouldn't have been a nightmare either.

Well, it could have been a good pill.

So it didn't even have to be stopped by Limris.

- Theft, no, absolutely.

With the utmost determination, I fell asleep.

And the next day.

I took a raging Bud and left the inn behind.

He left the Hot Springs City and finally made his way to the awaiting capital.