Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

Hit the tongue drum on Millkit's cooked dinner.

When Flam admires its flavor, Eterna rides badly and hikes, and Milkit bows shyly.

But I only said the facts.

In fact, the prepared dinner was so delicious that it disappeared in the meantime.

At the end of the meal, Eterna carries her share of the ink up.

The two left, they started cleaning up later.

The mill kit wipes the dishes washed by the flam and holds them in the cupboard.

Co-working between two breathtaking people.

Fram felt regrettable that if it was always such a peaceful day -

I know, it won't last long anyway.

Another church will be setting something up soon... no, or maybe it's already been set up.

"I wish I could live like this forever..."

The spill was a mill kit.

They were just thinking the same thing, Flam kind of makes me happy.

She smiled as she handed Milkit the dishes.

"I have to work hard so I can do that."

"Ah... I'm sorry, that's what I meant. Ha"

"I wonder why I apologize. I felt the same way about Milkit, so you just changed your mind. When the battle with the church is over, I want to live here at will."

When will I be able to do that?

Just thinking about it makes me hate too many walls to stand on.

But if you want to get every day like paradise ahead of you, you can fight as much as you want.

"Does your husband live in the King's Capital all the time?

"I'm familiar with this house, too. But I need to go home once. To tell him I'm alive."

Even if, for example, the marks on your cheeks didn't disappear.

No, it should be even more positively thought out then than it is now.

As Milkit said to me "about," enough to tell me that this is a testament to our bond.

"I shouldn't be following then, should I?"

"Why?"

"'Cause I think it's just awkward to have some kind of slave around..."

"Uh, I was gonna introduce you to my parents. This girl is my valued partner."

"Partner......?

I am not going to make any further disagreements about not being treated like slaves.

But I couldn't tell Milkit now if the expression was right by fulfilling it.

"I'm not a slave, you can say, but I guess that's different from our relationship right now. Friends don't have the same vibe."

"So you're a partner"

"Well, it's an ambiguous expression. Maybe I'm finding another way to call you when I introduce you to your parents."

"I'm going to meet your husband's parents, and that's exactly when... you should take the bandage off, right?"

When Milkit put the dishes down, he said as a toy, making the end of the bandage with his fingertips.

Consolidating flam.

I had no idea whether to remove the bandage or not.

Sure, if you're going to introduce me to my parents, you should show me your face, but I'm very tempted to show it to someone other than myself, or frankly, I don't like it.

The joy of monopoly and the fullness of monopoly and.

Both Fram and Milkit are clearly recognizing the meaning that is embedded in that ritual, which is exchanged on a night alone.

Different shapes, but an exclusive appetite pointing in the same direction.

In the beginning, Fram was hoping that one of these days, Milkit would get used to it and be able to walk with him outside in his bare face.

But the truth is, the situation gets even worse... no, shouldn't it be described as worse, even “deeper”?

Anyway, I'm not going to give up that right to anyone else to Flam right now.

I thought about it.

"That's when you think about it."

She chose to send the problem forward.

Then Milkit also puts a somewhat relieved look on his mouth.

"Right. You still have time."

"Yes, because there are plenty of them. hahaha......"

"Eh heh..."

The two laughed and deluded, but there was a feeling of air that just being on the spot would make my chest bitter.

But - somehow, Flam had a feeling that the medical condition was going even further at that time.

... Probably going to introduce you to your parents while you're still in a bandage.

◇ ◇ ◇

Quiet, the night passes without a thing, and the morning is coming again.

Flam, who surfaced consciously with a little bird chirping, listened to the sound heard from the ground floor in his consciousness half asleep.

Tons of tongues, and a knife slaps the slab.

I can cook something in a frying pan.

Everyday sounds. Sound of peace. Her sound.

Just asking makes my chest warm.

Think about it - even when I was in my hometown, when I woke up in the morning, it should have sounded like this.

Breakfast made by the mother, and after a while, a gentle voice echoes out loud: 'Ooh, Fram'.

But Milkit is not his mother.

When she wakes up, she can't leave her chores to herself.

It was earlier than usual, but Fram wakes up his torso and scratches his eyes.

And I left the bed in a slow motion.

down the stairs yawning, and when you show your face in the living room,

"Good Morning"

and I hear a refreshing greeting.

"Mm-hmm... oh..."

Milkit chuckled as Flam replied sloppily.

Keep going to the washroom.

Washing her face and gently handshaping her hair, she returns to her.

"It's early today, isn't it? Is it also your job?

"Hmm, I just woke up somehow. Should I cut this?

"Please...... Ah, my husband"

"Hmm?

When Milkit looked at Flam, he reached for a sleeping habit that stood like a bud on his head.

Other parts are still blurred because of the cluttered handling in the washroom.

She rinses her hair with her hands.

Flam gently twisted herself to the sensation of being able to stroke her head.

"Yes, that's all right"

"You know, I was out of my mind and I did it right."

"Mr. Eterna will say something again."

"We'll see it again before we go outside, and oh, you don't have to tear it up."

The Eterna may not have all her hair messed up in her sleep.

Apparently, he manipulates moisture to set his hair, but Flam always wondered if its use might be a little sloppy.

"When this is cooked, I'll water the flowers outside"

"Okay. That was a pretty beautiful bloom."

"I heard I could just give you some water, but I was a little anxious that it would work until it bloomed. Now that I'm a little confident, I'm going to try it out of the seed."

"Fine. Can I choose with you what to plant?

"Of course!

"Well, let's go shopping on the next holiday."

Flam to attach the promise as you prepare your breakfast.

Milkit just seemed to be thinking in his head where he was going shopping, and his mouth was loose in an upbeat mood.

When the eyeball grill burns, she takes it to the plate and leaves the kitchen.

And when I took Jouro, which was on the doorstep, I went outside.

The sound of doors opening and closing.

Walk, close to the planter, and crouch.

Tilt the jouro. When you finish watering the first one, keep moving sideways to the next planter.

In the meantime, Fram is alone and recommends preparing the salad.

I cut the vegetables, and I put four people on the table.

……

- From the outside, I realized there was no sound at all.

Walk through the living room with a small run through the hallway and face outside.

"Milkit?

Looking around left and right, there was no such thing as her, and only Jouro, dripping water, was rolling.

Did you go get some water, or was your neighbor's aunt talking to you?

No.

The sharpened sensation of the flam captures its “sound”.

"Up..."

Footsteps moving up the roof, for two.

One is making a slightly heavier noise, as if moving with someone else in his arms.

- It's a total lapse.

Fram regretted his detours so much that he wanted to commit suicide.

Kidnapping for moments outside, obviously not amateur work.

And it was definitely the mill kit, not the flam, that was being targeted.

I don't know who gave you the instructions, but if you want to protect Milkit, you should have considered that possibility as well.

I should have abandoned my guard that if it was in front of the house it would be okay.

Repent, repent, repent, bite your lips so much that blood seeps in.

I kicked and jumped to the ground to hit that outrage - jumping on the roof of a private house.

Landing, swinging your gaze from left to right in a knee-jerked position.

On the other side of the open vision, we discover a pair of black-crushed men fleeing east.

Giri...... and Flam, teething and abominably staring at them, walked straight through the private building.

Reaching the end, he did not hesitate to step through and dance in the air.

That's how he flew from house to house, tracking down the guys who grabbed Milkit.

"- Scan"

Activate magic quietly.

Confirm your power of war - the first, you have a unconscious mill kit, a big man.

His name is Trite Lanceira, he has 2,000 overs in muscle strength and health, and his total status is just under 8,000.

The second, a slightly lightweight, skinny man who shows off his retreat in a joke.

His name is Demicerico Radius, and he seems to be a speed-specific adventurer as he looks with a late 2000 agility and heightened sensation.

The total value is also less than 8,000, and the weakness that seems to be the weakness is only three digits. Is it about the low health?

Both A-rank adventurers.

I'm not the only one, I should have exposed the mill kit without signs or noise.

But whatever Flam was before, she now has just enough power to fight them.

The problem is how to pack the distance - hooking her right foot to the edge of the roof concentrated the refined plana across her leg and she made a huge leap.

Cross the private house that was in front, fly one house and approach it all at once.

"What the hell!?

"I didn't ask you, wasn't that an easy job?

Seeing the little girl coming after us at a rate that outstripped us, the men just started rushing.

Satyrs told me it was just a job to kidnap a slave woman.

Even if you do a scan and look, what you see is a line of zeros.

I recognize the name Fram Apricot, but if it was him, why is he wearing the mark of a slave on his face?

But if it's not her, who the hell is she to follow her own speed, which is A-rank?

"Shit, I can't help it, I'll take it. Tryt needs to go first."

"Oh, if it sucks, run!

Because of the high reward, they also knew it wasn't a decent request.

In the first place, this job taken from Satyrus is a so-called "back request” that has not passed the guild.

Sure, what you get is huge, but you have to be prepared for the risk of just matching the magnitude of the return.

Even if something like losing your life here - I believed her word 'easy work', it's their mistake.

"First...... let me go from a small hand check"

From the case he was put on his hips belt, he pulled out one dagger with both hands that dripped liquid.

Call that "heh!," he exhaled, looking back and throwing a shot to the right.

Leaping further backwards and taking distance, he throws with his left hand.

It was like a bullet, aimed at a flam in a straight line.

Immediately after, Demicerico removes the next dagger from the case.

Right or left, right or right?

Either way, it was meant to add pursuit to it.

But - even if Flam notices an imminent dagger, he doesn't try to dodge it at all.

Keep going straight toward Demicerico, foolishly, madly, even.

"Stupid, you're gonna die?

Can't you see, or is there some way?

He keeps looking back at Flam, and keeps running.

And the tip of the dagger touched her flank.

"Riversal"

Flam also inverted it after a small hand check.

Dagger changes direction and is now ejected towards Demicerico.

The second pitch pierced the right palm she put forward.

Even though it penetrates the back of your hand with a damp sound, the pain of running is such that your entire right arm trembles.

Even the poison stuck to the blade didn't make sense by the belt enchant 'This equipment takes away your resistance to poison'.

"You mean this is the“ flip ”and the power of it!?

Demicerico avoids by flying a reflected dagger into the next house.

During that flight, he threw a go-ahead at the flam for restraint.

When she turns her body away, she pulls out a stabbed dagger in the palm of her hand and slaps the roof plate on the soles of her feet while in an unstable position.

Dancing in the sky while spinning sideways.

Using that centrifugal force, he threw a bloody blade at Demicerico, who had just landed with his arm.

Huo Wong - The form is not dressed, the orbit is bumpy because I'm not used to it, and the speed isn't out much.

But he can't even afford to avoid it, not long after he has his legs on it.

We have to stop and intercept on the spot.

Gradius, about fifty centimetres across a blade slightly longer than for throwing, was held in his right hand.

And... Gaggin '! I slapped down Flam's thrown dagger.

But he stopped moving, which means being approached by the flam.

Between the two of them, there's no distance you can already run away with your back turned.

Demicerico, ready for the melee, also pulls a short knife down to the other hip, becoming duplicitous and facing the flam.

"I was going to remember about a human name with A-rank equivalent strength, but I didn't know there were adventurers who didn't even know it existed yet. It's also still with young women..."

And he started talking about something.

Regardless, words like that don't reach Fram's ears.

There's only one thing she thinks.

These men who hurt Milkit...

"Never, I won't forgive you!

Black hands wrap around both arms of the flam.

Pulling through the soul eater with his right hand wrapped in disastrous gear, he had no moves, no measures, and foolishly honestly swept away full of strength.

Demicerico takes a step back, his chest blurred by the tip of the great sword.

So I immediately stepped forward and cut off her thigh.

Bushu, and Fram's pants tear, and blood seeps through.

And also, he took a distance from the flam.

"Shadow Mist"

Put your hands together there and activate the magic.

The pitch-black fog surrounding the flam deprives her of her sight.

I immediately try to escape, but out of nowhere, Demicerico's fierce blade looms, and I slit his arm.

Next on the flank, next on the cheek, next on the feet, shoulders, back, and arms - constant, stepping shallow attacks from all directions.

Seals vision, slows movement by accumulating damage, sees fit and deals fatal injuries.

That was his style of combat.

"Sounds stupid."

Flam discards.

I was wondering if such a proper way of fighting would work for me.

The wound regenerates immediately.

It doesn't hurt as much either.

And this fog - a black blade that can be shaken up, an invisible force that can be put in.

"Ha-ha-ha!

When the sword is swung down, a plana that can be bounced will cause a storm that will blow everything away.

Whoa, whoa!

The unleashed Chi Sword Storm (Plana Storm) blows a black mist.

Demicerico is jumping away and moving to a private house next door.

In the meantime, Flam continues his knight swordsmanship (Cavaliers).

"Let them get away with it. Ahhh!

With both arms, he cuts a void into a horizontal letter and is ejected with a sharp sword - a chi sword slayer (plana shaker).

Again, demicelico that flies and avoids like a feather worm.

Flumming and throwing daggers in the air is just an evil reward.

I was avoided just tilting my neck.

She takes yet another shot, this time slashing the space and diagonally ejecting the blade of the plana.

Now I'm not just letting it go, I'm putting the magic of inversion in that plana.

"No kidding, dude!?

With a cold sweat on his forehead, he jumps again.

The planar shaker flew to the other side blushing at his feet.

- But Fram declares, blushing, "Come home (Riversal)."

Then it passed once. It flips its direction and approaches Demicerico from its back.

Tsukuri - realizing his intention to kill flying from his own rear, he twisted his body on the spot and tried to do it over.

Zashu!

But ruthlessly, the ahead blows off the right two arms.

"but ahhh!

A man twisting out his distressed voice as he soaked his sweat.

At the end of his gaze was also a picture of a flam that raised its black self in heaven.

You can't win - so sure Demicerico turns his back on her and starts losing.

I don't know if I can get away with it, but I'm more likely to get away with it than I am likely to win, that's what I decided.

Flam looks away at him and changes his mind.

Bring your hands around your hips holding the pattern so that you can extend that tip straight towards Demicerico's back and pull the bow string.

"Phew..."

I breathed and today filled myself with the clearest plana.

Demicerico flies from roof to roof and leaves.

What you aim for is a moment when your body has risen in the air, in an unprotected state.

The man who took the mill kit is already invisible.

I mean, the only way to find out where she is is to hear from that guy.

Don't kill me, if you're going to pierce me, unless it's that foot so I can't move again.

Measure the timing.

His place is now in the middle of a stone roof.

Right leg kicks ground, forward.

Left foot kicks ground, forward.

Right foot, left foot.

Right, left, right, left...

The right toe then rests on the edge of the roof and the calf muscles force and contract.

Flam's eyes open, his hands stretched.

- Now.

"Ha!

A sword to be protruded.

A thin, sharp pile-like blow released - a breathing spear (planasting).

Bashwoo!

It flies as an arrow, landing and penetrating Demicerico's calf as it aims.

He breaks his balance in the air and falls between the house and the house as he bleeds out of a hole pocketed in his leg.

And when I was slapped to the ground without even being able to take the reception, a blunt pain ran on my left arm.

The height alone may have broken my bones.

But don't stop, he (...) will follow you soon.

With his moving feet somehow, he tries to leave the spot as he crawls on the ground.

but you can't possibly get away with it like that.

Tan, and out of the sky, Flam stood on the side of the man, stomping the wound of a calf that drowned blood from the top.

"Ah, ghhh!

suffering, rolling around demicelico.

Flam that spreads the scratches around, without a problem.

"Ha, ha, agu, but... yes, yes... no"

"Where's Milkit?

"Stop, give me... oh, my God, oh... heh!

More strength in the foot you step on.

But men just suffer, and they don't answer Flam's questions.

"I'm asking you where Milkit is."

"Ahhh! Ah, ha, ha..."

No matter how much you ask me if I intend not to crack my mouth, I will not get an answer back.

As it is, I die of a lot of bleeding.

No mouth for the dead - which means a little different, but I guess you're going to die and not divulge information about your client.

Even if he rots, he's an A-rank adventurer, and that's how much he holds up.

But even as a flam, I couldn't give up here.

She puts the blade against the back of his leg and blurs as she picks up Gladys, which Demicerico dropped on the impact of the fall.

"I don't really want to do this."

I hate it, really.

Painful, painful, tormenting, hurting, hurting, all of it.

I really hate it and if I don't have to do it, all I want to do is avoid it.

But if we're gonna save Milkit, we're gonna have to.

If you don't, this irrational and full world won't listen to Fram's wishes.

She swung up her clenched knife and stabbed him in the foot.

Zaku - A protruding blade penetrates as you scrape your bones.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Well, I can imagine you still wouldn't say anything, whether they dropped your arm or pierced your calf.

So Fram decided to infuse his flesh with the magic of inversion to infuse it with further suffering, keeping the pattern in his grip.

"Peel it off (Riversal)"

Paki.

A small, dry noise rang from Demicerico's toe.

"- Huh!?

There's so little voice, so much pain.

Flipped. Flipped.

His, toe thumbnail (...).

"Where did Milkit go?

Demicerico shaking his head sideways with a bump.

Still, he seems to endure.

All I've ever heard of is the knowledge of a burning blade.

That's probably why Flam's is still sweet.

I have no choice.

She also flipped another fingernail.

Pakiri - he gasped small, but still has no answer.

Middle fingers, drug fingers, pinky fingers - even if he turned everything upside down, he just rattled his teeth and shook his neck, not trying to throw up where the mill kit was at the heart.

So my toenails run out.

"Ha... ha... ha... ah..."

You mistakenly thought it was a small pause while it opened a little, Demicerico began to get her breathing done.

frustrating flam.

I have no choice, then the next thing I know, I just have to flip another one.

Regrip the pattern again and activate the magic.

"Broken (Riversal)"

Goggy.

At the same time as the magic activation of the flam, this time the pinky finger (...) of the foot flips.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... whoa!

Did you just respond to this, Demicellico's abs have a force to the limit, and groans leak out of his mouth that opens into the shape of "oh”?

"Where did Milkit go?

There is further force in the voice.

Still, Demicerico slowly shook his neck sideways.

It's a praiseworthy mouthful of strength as an adventurer.

But now, it's just an act that undermines Flam's mood.

Turn your fingers one at a time and ask each time.

I won't talk, I won't talk, I won't talk.

Fram's stress was about to culminate.

There are not enough nails, not enough fingers, then there is no longer any choice but to flip the foot itself.

I really don't like it, but it's your fault.

Grasp the pattern hard and pour magic into it.

"Thousand Cut (Riversal)"

Bachu.

The sound of bone crushing mixes with the sound of flesh splashing.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!

Uncomfortable with the pain, he screamed unexpectedly.

Flipped and flipped is the upper half of the foot (...).

Even though his heels are on the ground, his toes are looking at the sky - his feet were in such an unusual state.

"Ha, ha, ha, hi no...!

"Where did Milkit go? If I hadn't told you, I'd do worse to keep you alive."

Is there anything harder than this - Demicerico goes to war?

With tears, runny nose and covetousness, my face was already a mess.

Shame, dignity, I don't care anymore.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!

It was no longer a torture endured by humans.

I couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer, I don't know what I'd be doing.

As declared, before you die, you will experience more painful pain than death.

If that's the case, you should throw away your pride and take your life - he finally made that decision.

"Sa, satyrus, is...! Satyrs told me to bring the bandaged slaves I saw in town... so!

With a feminine trembling voice, he said.

- You haven't hurt her enough yet, you fucking baba.

Flam poisons in his heart.

Well, that was somewhat predictable, the question is where it was taken.

I honestly don't think I'm taking you to the mansion, if I did that, Welsey would be grabbing your tail for a long time.

In other words, it would be natural to assume that there is another facility, or another passage.

"So tell me where you took him."

"It's the basement! Of the mansion, in the basement, that woman... she's using, there's a bad taste room, apparently. The passage that leads there...... of the mansion, southeast, a little far away, of the private house on the green roof, inside. It's a dummy, private house, just an entrance."

"Well, if you go there, there's a mill kit."

We need to go help as soon as possible.

Demicellico exhales when he thinks he was “helped” by a flam pointing in the direction of the East End.

But the last time I turned to him, Fram pulled out the sword that pierced his leg - this time piercing his thigh.

"but ahhhh!

And pull right through, throw it away.

From the resulting wound, a large amount of blood had begun to flow cloudy.

Apparently, the femoral artery is damaged.

It was a painful demicelico, but I can only moan like a dying larvae on the spot to so much pain.

It seems difficult to call for help.

In this way, unless, by chance, the nun miraculously leaves the street, he would be out of breath in a few minutes if left alone.

Fram was not as interested in his life or death, but thought it would be better if he died one way or another.

So I stabbed him at the end.

Nevertheless, it is not enough to see the moment of death.

Turning his back immediately, he ran off the scene for the East End based on the information he had received.