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

Welsey will continue to monitor the mansion this morning in order to uncover Satyrus' vices.

Rent the third floor of an apartment in the neighborhood and explore what's inside through its windows.

Of course, I also do interviews using my feet, but I can't really get any new information.

The rumor that there was a hidden room somewhere in the mansion could have been made to vomit by disguising itself as a coincidence in the service working there and getting it drunk, but the place remains unclear.

Elbow to the window frame and stare carefully at the irreplaceable landscape you can see from it.

Bam! There was a sudden sound like that from above, and Welsey shook her shoulder.

Did something fall on the roof?

Go on. Don, don, don. It sounds like a beating, apparently it's working.

Welsey stared at the ceiling with a frightened look.

And - that guy jumps off the roof, passes in front of the window, and lands a few meters below the stack.

She jumped to the window in a hurry, unlocked, rode out her body and peered directly under the room.

It was the little girl standing there.

Shirts and shorter trousers with torn sides in brilliant hair illuminated by the day.

I recognize you, but that look is like someone else's loss of emotion.

"Hey... what are you doing?

Welsey spoke horribly to Flam as he descended from the sky.

She reacts to her voice, looks up, and stares.

But when he realized it was an acquaintance, he pulled the power out of his face.

"Mr. Wellsey. Oh yeah, just fine, do you want to follow me?

"Where?

"I'll uncover Satyrs' stash, maybe you'll get the information you want."

"Heh!? Go, I'll be right there! - Wait a minute!

My brother trusted me, I had no doubt about it.

When she weaves her jacket on the hanger, she jumps out of the room with her bag over her shoulder and runs down the stairs.

And I got out of the apartment like I was going to jump out, and zazzled, I slipped and showed up in front of the flam.

She looked at Welsey and smiled at her mouth, but her eyes were not laughing at all.

Feeling something cold on his spine, Fram led the way, and the two went the opposite way to the mansion.

"Hidden room, what is it?

"Yes, it is, they say the entrance is somewhere else"

"Heh... where did you get that information... can't you reveal the source?"

But I'm curious.

The location of Satyrs' hidden room, which Welsey didn't get after sticking around for a long time, and how can you get the flam yesterday today?

Then she replied softly.

"I just heard it from an adventurer Satyrs hired."

"... Did you do it?

"Milkit - my partner was captured, Satyrs seems to be her former lord, so there must have been some untrained"

"Oh, so..."

- Is she so murderous?

Even if I guess why, the horrible things are horrible.

"Right here."

Flam stopped at a bungalow house on a green roof.

Compared to the surrounding private houses, the size and design are not uncomfortable.

I tried to reach out and open the door, but of course it's locked.

"In this, is there a hidden room entrance?

"That's what I was saying."

Flam with ears on the door.

From inside, I can hear a slight but two footsteps.

"Doesn't anybody live here?

Just like when visiting a normal private house first, Fram knocked on the door.

Then someone comes closer from inside.

The door opened lightly and it was a man in his 30s or so who showed up.

Looks a little smaller than the guy who took the mill kit, probably someone else.

"What's wrong, little lady?"

A man who smiles tenderly and talks to me.

Flam glanced at him and Welsey looked at him and her alternately in confusion.

"Isn't there a girl here? He's a little kid with a bandage around his face."

"I don't know any of those characteristic kids. Are you looking for someone?

"Yeah, look for people."

"Heh, kidnapping. You mean there's a killer lurking around here... oh, if you ask me, I think I've seen some suspicious people"

"Can I talk to you for a second?

When Flam said so, the man grinned and replied with pleasure, "Oh fine."

Thanks to Welsey, his expression looks like a crop.

No reporter has done it to Dada, humans have something like “nature” that gets on their faces no matter how much they fix it, and she was able to spot it.

The man acts perfectly - but he's distorted in a fundamental part.

"What are you talking about in a place like this, and you should go inside the house"

"Sweet for your words, then"

Flam stepping into the house lightly.

"Wait, Fram!

Welsey desperately stops it, but she keeps going.

I have no choice but to follow Fram. Welsey also enters the house.

Then, at will, the door closed behind me.

I look back unexpectedly.

There's another man standing there who wasn't supposed to be here earlier.

"Die. Hey!

He took the axe that was on the wall and attacked me.

He's not the only one.

One more man who was hiding in the shadows, and three in total, comes with their respective weapons in their hands, planted at the same time.

"Ahhh!?

Welsey squeezed her head down reflexively.

No matter how many flams were adventurers, three opponents at that distance should be difficult.

I've been closing my eyes for a long time, but the pain hasn't come.

In a quiet room where you can't even hear the flams or the men.

When I opened my fearful eyes, I saw the lower half of the man who fell.

Its body has no hip-to-top.

"Hih..."

Welsey giving a drawn voice.

Looking up at the flam in front of her, she turned it into particles and nabbed it as she gently waved her sword and splashed her creepy blood.

Apparently, her sword cut off the men who attacked her.

All alike, the wound angles were varied, but everyone had their body split in two and was out of breath.

Welsey accidentally suppressed her mouth to the smell of blood that backfired.

Flam reached out to her like that.

"Are you all right?

"Yes, in the moment now... hung up, huh?

"Yes, I would have been killed if I hadn't."

If you don't like being killed, you have to.

It's true.

But no matter how right, it is for everyone to be afraid of it.

Welsey hesitated to take her hand a little.

With that face, when they do that - even Flam gets hurt.

When she pulls her arm, she leaves Welsey behind and goes into the back of the house with a little nagging.

"... sorry, Fram"

I apologize for what happened, Welsey.

Flam stopped his leg and said with his back to her.

"As much as my life is honorable, I know it. You should take care of it, and you shouldn't take it lightly."

But if they say it's all equal, that's different.

Life has a different value for each person.

"But in Mr. Welsey's case, for example, when Mr. Leach or his own family's life was in danger. What if you can only save someone else and someone important, one or the other?

What matters to Flam is his life and that of Milkit.

If you choose according to that value, you don't even need to think about it.

"I choose the one who matters plainly. For that matter, I don't hate killing other people... is this wrong?"

This is a very simple story.

Flam is now standing in a world where life exchanges take place on a daily basis, and Welsey is just not there.

And Fram probably keeps rising to get out of such a world.

It is blasphemy against a girl who continues to fight with such a small body to see and be afraid of it.

"Really, I'm sorry"

"Fine, because I don't care anymore. Quicker than that, find the entrance to the hidden room."

The voice is bright.

I'm fine.

Wellsey is strongly ashamed that she made the younger man speak of her strength.

"Hold on tight. Hey, me," she slapped her cheek properly, shaking off her fears and stood up.

◇ ◇ ◇

When breathing, the lungs fill with precipitated air.

The smell is very unpleasant and abominable, but I miss it somewhere.

Flam and I were making breakfast and she should have been watering the planter flowers with Jouro in her hand.

But the memories from there are falling out completely.

My vision dimmed on the pretend, and when I realized it, I was in this state.

It wasn't even clear what was happening to me now, whether I was asleep, or awake and out of sight.

"Tashiju... Sama..."

But the fact that you can think this way and move your body to some extent is proof that your consciousness is returning.

I tried a little hard to lift my eyelids.

It was blue... carpet, was it?

This feeling I feel on my left half, bordered by the floor, was apparently given by wool.

I mean, she's lying.

Milkit wakes his body slowly with his hands about the floor.

And I wandered my gaze to see where this place was.

"Morning, Milkit"

- In front of me, a funny woman's face appeared.

An overflowing grin, enough to make your gums stick out.

Milkit knows her.

Ten people, the former lord - Satyrs Françoise - who poisoned himself while he was unaware and made his face rot.

"Ah... oh, hey, why... how...!?

Because of fear, words don't come out well.

But anyway, we have to get away from her.

Shaking his head, he repeated, "It's a lie, it's a lie," a lagging mill kit.

Seeing her reaction, Satyrus laughed, "Ugh, heh, heh, heh.

"Oh, you started reacting like a human being while you didn't look at it for a second. I'm glad. Wow, what a wonderful husband you've been visiting?

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

The mill kit crawls on all fours and goes for the corner of the room.

Satyrus, who looked like that cowardly little animal and leaked a hot exhale, stood up and hunted her down.

The room is large, but the escape route is blocked by her.

Milkit, who hit the wall, shredded the wallpaper gallopingly with his nails.

Even though we knew there was no escape ahead, Satyrus was a symbol of fear for her now, so much so that she had to.

"You don't have to be so scared, because nobody's coming to help you anyway"

"Your husband... your husband ahhh...!

"Oh, you and your husband are nice people who go out of their way to find ugly slaves like you? I don't like things, even if they're used for sex processing, there 'll be better ones."

"Ugh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Satyrus' hand stretches out to the back of her head.

And as he eagled his hair, he put his face closer, and said away with a madly lodged grin in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. You'll never see your husband again!

"Chi, no, no, no!

"Hey, how long have you been great enough to talk to me? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Are you in good shape?

"My husband... not you... eh!

"There was no way I had the right to choose your husband when I was a slave. Come on!

Screaming hysterically, the mill kit is stripped from the wall.

Silver hair tangled in Satyrus' fingers.

When she pinched up one of them, she gave a tranced look.

Falling on the floor, the mill kit heads for the exit as it crawls again.

But - there are no doors in this room.

It's surrounded by walls in all directions, and no matter how far you run, you're bound to hit the end of the line.

Shaking the dress gracefully, Satyrus moves near the shelf.

And put there, I took a silver-thinking knife in my hand.

"Ahhhhh... ahhhhh!

A chandelier hanging from the ceiling, Satyrus walking over to the frightened, bewildered slave girl, reflecting its light.

Milkit looked at the shining blade and scratched the wall desperately with tears in her eyes.

"This room, I made it to order. Further ahead of the hidden room, the real hidden room in the back through some tricks. I'm the only one who knows it exists, why? Because the people involved are not dead!

"Your husband, your husband, your husband"

"Huh, huh, huh! So no one comes to help me no matter how much I call you...... yeah, you can't come. This is my secret garden, a paradise filled with many dreams! Me and my toys are the only ones allowed to step in!

Satyrus with his hands wide open and twirling around like dancing.

Nothing in the mansion, there's a room to keep the slaves locked up.

She was there, poisoning, applying, and directly hurting slaves bought from merchants, and then she kept breaking many.

But I don't kill, because the beautiful things were destroyed, and the way they went around suffering was her favorite above all.

But one of my favorite “toys”, which I want to destroy thoroughly, is brought into this room.

And they twitch and hurt until they die.

The treatment of the bodies and the cleaning of the rooms are carried out by the slaves who come next.

Satyrus enjoys watching him suffer the next time he cleans up his last victim.

"Rumor has it, I've heard it all the time. A slave with his face wrapped around a bandage is the only thing Milkit has. Besides, don't tell me you're detoxified and your face's rotting! Your current husband did this to you? He's a really sweet guy, and he'll fix it in good faith for me to break it again! That's why I've been after you for a while, definitely make it mine, and now I need to play it special carefully, snuggly! And he's even getting his emotions back! The previous mill kit, no matter what you do, is unresponsive, and that's already a toy! My face is beautiful because of this, then I can't break it! I'm sad that I paid a lot of money to buy it. Isn't that right? I thought you were sorry.

Milkit shook her neck sideways many times.

"I'm not busy. I don't feel like I've been around this much, okay, very sober. Wow! Yes, hey, first unbandage the bandage and show me your face, the beautiful thing is, look beautiful and then don't get dirty, it's a gap! That's the spice above all else! Look, look, come on!

That's not - there's no way I'm gonna forgive you.

Her face is just for Flam.

The mill kit shrinks at the wall to hide its face.

"Don't you want to show me? Oh, yeah, you're gonna be fucking your husband? Ha ha! Are you trying to call it the forbidden love of slaves and the Lord? Speaking of which, what about those clothes? Did your husband put you up to this? Very pretty service clothes, that's not practical. In short, it's a hobby, hobby clothes to satisfy your sexuality! Hey, Milkit, there's no love between you and your husband, is there? It's just lust, let it go, let it go, let it go!

"Chi, no, no! Your husband is not like that!

"Ha-ha-ha! That's funny, I'm gonna laugh from right there in my stomach very, very unexpectedly! Ahhh, ahhh! What a lovely comoidia! Bottom of my heart, Shin-- I smashed you there. Ahhh!

Satyrus screams and jumps on the mill kit.

Her rough nose tickles her white skin.

To such an uncomfortable sensation, Milkit rattled his teeth into snails and small pieces.

"Start with the knife. There are other whips and needles, and then there's poison. Looking forward to it, huh?

"Ugh... Ugh..."

"Look, a beautiful blade is getting closer to your body... this way, when it sticks together -"

"High!

"Yes, it is. It feels cold, isn't it scary? Isn't that horrible? Then be frightened! That face of yours! I've always wanted to see it! I wonder what would happen if I broke it in earnest with this, hey!?

Pip, and the knife cracked the surface of Milkit's service clothes.

No scratches on the skin, but seeing a torn sleeve, the mill kit hurts more than the flesh.

My husband bought me some important clothes - including memories of the time we spent together, which were more important than my body.

This woman defiles the memories.

"Next up, Skaaaat! Look, look, tingly, my precious clothes are torn..."

As declared, skirts torn with a number of frills on them.

And Satyrus stayed put, tearing off the white thighs of the mill kit and until his underwear was revealed.

"Oh... oh no, wow, what a fantastic slit! If I saw this, your husband would be too excited to help! Well, before you do - I'm not supposed to kill you! Oh, you mean Necrophilia? Oh no, that's unclean. Wow, that's just what I can't keep up with. Wow... ahhhhh!

"Ugh... your husband ahhhhhhh!

It was a summoning mill kit, but when I poke a knife in front of him, his voice stops perfectly.

That was funny anyway, it seemed strange, and Satyrus laughed rashly.

Then grab your head with your left hand and slap it against the wall.

"Higgu!

The distressed voice is comforting, so repeat it.

"Aww, uhh... crap, guh... hey, hey... stop, whoa...!

"I wonder if the more you tell me to stop, the more I want to do it? Oh, yeah, that one, the more kids I like - the one who wants to bully me!

With that said, Satyrs hit Milkit's head against the wall with one strong force.

Though, it's just the full power of a woman who's not even an adventurer, not enough for her consciousness to fly.

The mill kit, which fell as-is and fell to the floor, repeats itself like a rumor.

"Sashima, Sashima..."

You're bound to come, believe me.

If Satyrs' words are true, I'm sure he won't get this wish.

I know Milkit.

There are a lot of people in the world who are stronger than Flam, and there are so many unreasonable events that they can't get over.

Still - he wants to believe.

She gave me hope that Milkit, who should have abandoned all expectations of the world, would just want to be that way.

"Ta... Ta..."

"Oh? Milkit, maybe at the time of slavery... are you trying to get help from your husband?

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Do not want much.

That's what I've been telling myself because the Flam is the Lord who tries to overgive me.

Not to mention that you want me to come to a place like this to help you until you put your life at risk - as a slave, it's something you shouldn't want.

"Heh heh, I knew it was funny, you. Long time no see, it's too fragile... ugh!

Satyrus stands up and steps on Milkit's belly full of strength.

"Hagu!"

"Unexpectedly!

"Huh, gubble!

"Before you have fun. Huh!

"Oops...!

"Kill him. Oh, my God!

"Bu, eh... hih... uhh..."

In addition to the dull pain, the nausea is creeping up and the consciousness is irritating.

A mill kit that spills saliva from a half-opened mouth.

What plays in the brain is the word of the Lord, which I just heard yesterday.

"This child is my valued partner."

Partner.

Not as slaves, but equally, as beings standing next to each other.

Milkit doesn't know exactly what the relationship is.

Because with such a sense of distance, I've never dated anyone else.

But if that's what we give each other and ask for.

- From Milkit, I thought you wanted it.

"Shit, keh... your husband... well... eh!

It doesn't mean what happens because I said so.

It's not magic, Flam can't hear you.

It's only a change in Milkit's own mood - if you take it to Satyrus, who looks down on her, it's just an occassion (...) to immerse herself in joy.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh, heh! I asked for your help! Oh, oh, oh, oh! Yes, I disqualify my slaves! My husband's got a crush on me now too! Ha-ha-ha."

Dgowo on!

At that time, the noise blocked the laughter - part of the wall blew up, collided against the wall across the street, and smashed.

"Ha... ha..."

Soil smoke rises.

A small shadow, approaching from beyond.

"Is...?

Satyrus staring at a clenched hole.

ragged and the dragged sword scraped the floor and made a noise.

Moya cleared up, and the next moment I saw the girl who showed up...

"You, flabby, beh!?

Flam's fist slammed into the middle of Satyrs' face and her body danced through the universe.

And arc as you rotate, clashing from the front to the wall.

Bound and fell to the floor, laying idle without force.

"Milkit ooh!

Flam immediately rushed over to the mill kit and held his body.

"I'm sorry, it hurt, it was painful, it scared me! Because I'm not right......!

Tears immediately overflow from my eyes and stain my blurry and mill kit shoulders.

"Your husband. Ahhh! Your husband didn't do anything wrong. Wah, wah, wah... wah, wah... oh... well, I don't know, heh, your husband, you just... you came, already...!

I wanted to tell you.

Just because you're here, that's enough.

I wanted to make that clear, but the tightening of my two stronger hands than usual, the warmth, the softness of the Lord that I feel in my body, the sweet smell that reassures me more than anything else - that fills everything in the mill kit too much to spin the words well.

"Gimme... gimme, gimme. Your husband. Well... Your husband...!

"Milkit oh...... whoa!

Flam is also a mess in his head, not sure.

It's just because she was alive, that only made her chest bitter, and all she could do was call her name.

"Wow, this letter you exchanged with the church? This is a receipt, I guess... it's got a church mark on it, and it's deadly."

Welsey, who had been in the room for a long time, was quickly locating the desk.

All the documents that came out of it are important, all evidence that Satyrus was secretly dealing with the Church.

Just one piece, the church will be Satyrus sent anyway, and the business will be impossible to continue.

What to do - was Welsey trying to ask Flam, but at some point she stood up with her sword in one hand, and giggles.

The look was not girly when I rejoiced, but cold, hateful earlier.

"Oh... do? But, hey... how, breakthrough, breakthrough..."

"I've broken it all"

Neither the dummy private house's concealed aisle tricks, nor everything since, have broken through with a positive attack method, etc.

Flam has used planas and inversions to destroy and ruin it.

"Adventurer, but... to the two A-ranks, even B-rank, there must have been...?

"I've killed them all"

Satyrus' eyes open to fear.

The first one's probably dead, too, so I'm not lying.

The spear man encountered in the concealed passage was then also lightly destroyed by the flam, inverted and killed.

No longer is there anyone to protect her.

"Of course, I'll kill you too."

"Don't wait, if you do that, you're not even free -"

That's it, she remembered her own words.

This is a secret room.

The only thing that knows about its existence is you.

No, if the Flams have destroyed the trick and gone this far, then about that trail should remain.

But she's laughing, after spotting Satyrus' thoughts, like grinning.

"The first room is relatively beautifully broken, so if you undo it, no one will ever notice the existence of a hidden door."

"Ah... or... hey, Kim, what? Whatever... I'll pay for it, with things, if you'll miss it!

"Well, how much would it cost you to hurt Milkit?

"Gold coins… maybe five thousand. Or is it a hippo!?

Flam grabbed his chest without question and glanced closer at his face.

"You think money's enough? You still don't know that life isn't enough?

"Ah... oh, come on... I still want to die..."

Flam's palm is pressed against the frightened ear of Satyrus.

And when she chants "Riversal" - Butch, and the top and bottom of her ears (...) flip, and a thousand slices fall.

"Grrrrrrrrr!"

A tall cut of gold pounded into the room.

Satyrus collapses and breathes like a dog in small pieces as he covers his bloody ears with his hands.

"Mr. Wellsey, did you gather the materials?

"Yeah...... well, one street"

Welsey stuffs the material scattered in Satyrs' personal effects case that happened to be on the desk and holds it with both arms.

If you stay too long, you may notice a strange supply of mansion.

There was too much harvest, she wasn't going to be greedy any more.

"Well, can I get Milkit out of the room first"

"Nothing good..."

"Your husband won't go with you?

Flam smiled gently at Milkit, anxiously inquiring.

"Thought I'd do a little trouble when Milkit sees me."

Satyrus' body when he heard the words shook tingly.

"I don't want you to hate me."

"I don't hate your husband no matter what!

"hahaha...... I'm sooo happy with that"

Flam scratches his cheeks with his fingers as he illuminates.

"I think it probably looks disgusting, so can I ask Mr. Welsey to follow me?

"... ok, ok"

Shortly after that happened, I also know what it's like not to want to leave the flam for a moment.

But - from now on, I'm going to kill this woman so miserably that I think the torture is raw, I can't just let it look like it.

Welsey takes me to the room. Flam smiles and drops off Milkit.

And when I can't see her, I can lose my expression all the time.

He picked up a silver knife that fell on the floor and looked down at Satyrs looking up with a frightened look.

situation reversal,.

What does she think now that she is in the same position she has done so against Milkit until earlier?

No - it's not the same.

Satyrs has no one to help him.

"Ah, ahhhhhh! Hi-ha, hi-ha, hi-guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Ha, come off, mine, arms. Yeah. Huh!

I mean, she's got nothing to laugh at.

"Or your face...... stop, duh!? KYU, HIUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

more pain than a mill kit;

"Jeez, jeez, no, jeez, jeez, jeez, jeez, jeez... wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow!

Fear.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Ooh, but... hiccup, bro, but yeah... heh!

It is given by the hand of Fram.

The sound was also slightly audible to Milkit and Welsey waiting outside the room.

The sound of meat being stirred.

The sound of blood splashing.

The sound of bone crushing.

A bursting sound that no longer even knows what broke.

And Satyrus' beastly screams.

"Milkit, was it?

"Yes."

"Is Fram always like that?

"No, he's always a very sweet husband. Because he cares more about me than anyone else."

Milkit talking like that while dyeing her cheeks.

"Ha. Take care, hey"

In short, the kind of person you shouldn't piss off, so.

I can't hear anything from inside the room.

Apparently, it's all over.

The flam that came out of the room, for some reason, was not dirty with returning blood.

And when I run over to the mill kit first, I hug him.

Fitted in her arms, she leaned against the Lord with an inadvertent narrowing of her eyes and rubbed her cheeks.

"I think I finally understand why your brother said he trusts you... I don't know"

Welsey groaned so in a sigh as she saw the two friendly people.