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

This room is too big to call it incarcerated.

There are two beautiful beds, a shelf filled with books in one, and desks and closets available.

Would the appropriate word be "house arrest”?

Either way, although the circumstances have not been explained, it is clear that they are being held hostage.

"You guys have been betrayed."

What I recall is that word a man asked me in a carriage.

He was employed by Satooki, who held Halom hostage to seal Keraina's movements.

Of course, there's no way we can do something with the mill kit and the ink.

That's what they told me in the car, where they lost the power to exchange.

First of all, it was sad.

That guy I believed in - being betrayed by Leach.

I didn't believe it at first, but the fact is, it would be more proof than anything that we were brought here.

And secondly, I regretted it.

Even though I was aware that it wasn't helping Flam, this is a complete leg wrap.

I can't do anything.

Powerless, pull your legs - this would be better if you didn't exist.

Still, I'm sure Flam won't blame Milkit.

That's why I can't help myself to be so gentle and loving to the Lord.

Milkit, holding her knees on the bed, devoured her nails into her thighs from the top of her skirt.

I hope the pain punishes me at all.

But the fact that we were taken hostage should also seal the Flams' movements.

Such a degree of pain does not make amends.

Two days have passed since I was already brought here.

The meal is out, but I haven't spoken.

I didn't feel that way.

But hunger relentlessly hunts her down.

Lately, I felt unnecessarily hard because I never starved because of the flam.

"Milkit, aren't you going to eat?

The ink turned toward the mill kit as it rocked the ponytail.

On the other hand, she hasn't shown much depression.

I carry the meal offered to my mouth without refusing it.

"Even though my presence is hunting down your husband, I don't feel that way"

"Mugu... you really like Milkit about Flam"

"Yes, I love it. So... I'm going to hate me."

"I don't think I can help but be so depressed"

"But I can't believe you just helped so far away from the king's capital..."

I know that this is near the town of Ilyas, northeast of the kingdom.

In other words, even if you travel by carriage, it's a place that takes a few days from Wangdu.

It is impossible for the Flams, who are sealed in motion by the presence of hostages, to help her.

"I, I think... escape, I wonder if I can. I don't know if we're being licked or what, but we're not keeping an eye on this room, are we? As long as the soldier on patrol passes by, he'll be left alone for the rest of his time."

Blind girl and weak slave.

The two, now without any special powers, were so innocuous as to be obvious from anyone's eyes.

If we stay alert, we might get away with it.

I guess that's what Ink thought.

But Milkit denies it immediately.

"What are you going to do with Mr. Keraina and Mr. Halom?

The two men brought in in the same carriage were either endangering Keraina's combat capability or isolated in another room.

There's no way to tell the millkits who can't get out of the room where they're locked in this facility.

"There's a good watch over there. But, you know, in the middle of the night, there's plenty or twenty minutes left, and I think it's probably the bathroom."

"Mr. Ink, how do you know that?

The two of you, who haven't had a chance to talk to soldiers, shouldn't have the means to get outside information.

To Milkit, who tilts his neck and asks, Ink touched his ear with his index finger with a proud expression.

"Me, you have good ears because your eyes are getting so much better. Sort of figured out the location of the room in the footsteps of a soldier."

"That's what...!

Milkit was honestly surprised.

And at the same time, mourn your powerlessness.

Ink said he was collecting information even while Milkit slept relaxed with the goal of escape.

"If a soldier on the lookout leaves, and yet predicts when the soldier on the patrol isn't there, and rescues the two - maybe the four of us can get away with it"

There is hope, the ink claiming so, but - I haven't seen that (...).

"Mr. Ink, you know..."

Milkit opened his mouth reluctantly.

This is a separate building of the research facility.

It leaves the main building through a wide courtyard space.

Even if we can get out of the other building, there are more watchful mansions ahead of us.

But the real despair is another thing.

This is a hub for Kimyra research, and yet there is also “mass production”.

"Actually, I'm surrounded by this building, this terrible monster... and even if it gets out, I think it's going to kill me soon"

Therefore - a large number of Kimyra are left alone (...) in the courtyard connecting the main building to the separate building.

Three people know that, other than ink.

There are hundreds of compounds comparable to even one S-rank adventurer as far as I can see.

There is probably no such thing as a human being who can get out of such a hell alive in this world.

"Maybe a guy named Kimyra?

"Yes, it is. That's why I can't. If I can get away with it, I want to get away, but that's..."

"Well... when I got here, it was because everyone was so scared."

Ink sighed loudly and threw his body out to bed.

She is not so uncalled for either as to try to force her through that impotence.

But if the hope that “I might be able to escape” supported her, did I need to fulfill it and let her know the reality?

The mill kit holds its knees, leaning down.

The two silenced and the room was filled with silence.

I didn't miss the ink because of the slight sound.

"Milkit, didn't you hear anything by the window?

That's what they say. Milkit gets up and walks over to the window.

The windows are secured without even a key, plus an iron lattice outside.

But there was a slight gap between the sash and the frame.

"Paper's pinched."

"I wonder if you just happened to fly in from the outside"

"Looks like it says something..."

She took it and read out the inscribed text.

"'Test it, whoever receives it wants me to write a mark somewhere and put it back outside again'... Shh?

There is no signature on the note.

But this end of the phrase is similar to hers (...).

"Isn't that what Saila's sending you?!?

"But it's too much of a coincidence that Saila's notes fly into a place like this."

"Maybe the demons like Negas, who are acting with Saila, did something about it!

"Ah... speaking of which, I've heard you use the magic of wind and darkness"

"Then that's it! The magic of the wind, he flew for where we are!

For example, I want you to put it back outside - Milkit takes the feather pen placed at the desk and notes' Milkit 'and his own name.

It's still a bad letter, but there's got to be something you can't read.

And I took the note out of the window gap.

Then suddenly a strong wind blows and the paper is skipped aboard the airflow -

◇ ◇ ◇

Negas and Saila were hiding themselves in the mountain bushes on the north side and observing the facilities.

On their side like that, white paper flies in so they can attract it.

Seeing that, Negas smiled contentedly.

"Ha-ha-ha, what do you think, reviewed it?

Catch the note pinched with your index finger and middle finger and say it well.

Apparently, he said, "Hey, Negas, you look amazing! That's right! 'he wants me to compliment him.

But Saila sighed lightly, saying in a chilled voice.

"I thought Negas would be able to do this. So, what did it say?

She tries to get only a distance.

It's a depressing look, Negas.

"... hmm?

If you think about it carefully, is the content not cursed separately?

Rather, it was like being praised.

I mean, this means that Negas' thoughts have finally arrived at Sarah, and equals both thoughts completely, and I wonder if it's okay for me to do this or this on this occasion.

"Saila, I'm good too!?

Sarah's palm pierced Neigus's cheek as she tried to hold her lips pointy.

The world is not so sweet.

"I don't care what that is, can you tell me what it is sooner!?

"Hiya..."

Neigus snugly drops his shoulder and shows the note to Saila.

"It just says Mr. Milkitt's name on it, and it seems to have been passed on properly."

"If we keep communicating at this rate... we might be able to help the four captured..."

"How long have you been depressed...?

"Until Sarah turns around for me"

"In short, you spend the rest of your life. Okay, I'll make it quick, but I'll send you the next note."

"It's so spicy."

But Negas has become accustomed to dealing with Saila in recent times, and to this extent, she has lost her temper.

Nevertheless, she is also an adult for once.

The stupid exchange was there too, with a pen I took out of the valley of my chest, and I started writing the next message on the paper.

"It's teething. Hey, I'm so close, I can't help you. If you could just go outside, I'd think you could take me with you."

"I don't know what else to do. There's no way anyone can get close to me with such a monster."

But Saila also seems to be feeling a toothpick, and once again “scans” the Chimairas, who look far away, to convince herself of that.

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Chimaira - Werewolf

Attribute: Soil

Muscle Strength: 6519

Magic Power: 6163

Health: 6121

Agility: 6784

Sense: 6511

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Chimaira - Anzu

Attribute: Wind

Muscle Strength: 8945

Magic: 8269

Health: 8181

Agility: 7692

Sense: 7399

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Chimaira - Wyvern

Attribute: Wind

Muscle Strength: 12412

Magic Power: 10972

Health: 10367

Agility: 8915

Sense: 9976

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It is a dismotivating number, no matter how many times you look at it.

Although there are individual differences, they all have similar statuses.

The name will be due to the sense of the researcher who gave it the first name, but its inorganicity makes it unnecessarily unusual.

It seems that the monsters that are the vegetarian bodies come from it, but if I dare to rephrase them so that they are easy to call them, are there such things as "werewolf type", “lion type", and "flying dragon type” in small order?

The werewolf type is based on Warwolf, as its name suggests, but the head has bird-shaped monsters with excellent vision, tough claws of bear-shaped monsters on the arms, and harpy wings on the back.

I can't even imagine what kind of magic to use because it is obviously separate from the original, plus a mix of Origin Core powers.

Attributes are probably like decorations, if you fight consciously for soil and wind magic, you're likely to be stuck by surprise.

The lion and flying dragon shapes are similarly simmering, and it is no longer even difficult to recall what the original monster looked like with an orga upper body on Anzu's body, a ripped belly of a flying dragon with countless tentacles popping up and a giant first eye on his head.

I can't even say, "You can take him down like that!"

"Oh, but Saila's a lot stronger than she was when we met."

"Well, Negas taught me a lot about magic."

"Yeah, well, do it with enough hands. Take your lips off this and the quotes you took. - Anyway, I did a lot of things."

"Bedtime is what you say after you go to sleep."

As well as the magic originally provided, the Demons have a higher skill than humans in how to handle and train them.

Negas used it to train and educate Saila and sneak up on her.

The Demons are basically totally breaking the code because they are forbidden to interact with humans - even more so now because the very fact that they are acting together in the first place is a breaking of the code.

As a result, Sarah's status improved dramatically.

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Saila Ambilen

Attribute: Light

Muscle strength: 875

Magic Power: 2197

Health: 747

Agility: 948

Sense: 651

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A total of 5418, A-rank adventurer concurrent ability.

But that's not the only strength she has.

Neigus also taught Sarah about the extrajudicial spell Illegal Formula.

Though fuel-efficient, now she could unleash the light magic of an output unbeatable in S-rank.

"... and I feel like I've grown too much."

While scanning for Saila, Neigus again grieves.

To be honest, the person I taught was the most surprised.

If you think about it, Sarah was found talented and kidnapped by the church.

It's not strange to have the same or more talent as Maria.

That's too much growth in the short term, as long as it's scary that there's still money left to stretch.

"Negas, how long are you going to be wasting this? If you don't get back to Mr. Milkit soon, he'll be waiting for you.

"Whoa, so is that."

Neigus concentrates this time and notes a longer sentence.

"The biggest problem is, how far do you trust Neighbors and Inks?"

Saila turns her gaze to the note at hand of Negas, also leaning against the trunk of the tree.

"I'll write down why, and all I have to do is trust them."

"Fram, if you tell her that you're being used, I'm sure she'll move."

Before coming back from Demon King Castle to this place, the two of them were staying overnight in a different town.

So he stopped by a tavern where he gathered information and pinched it in his ear.

According to the story of the adventurer who had moved from the king's capital - the current king had lost his legs, and his son had stripped him of his right to inherit the throne, and ministers who were said to be queens and bellies were executed one after another.

Furthermore, the current Pope was executed, after which Satuki Ranagarki assumed the same position as a cauldron.

And to the new king, he said, a man named Slough Kalowl took office as "something that draws the blood of an orthodox king”.

Regardless, the people, though they were too disgusted by the counter-insurgency drama prepared around them - it was Cyril and the Flams who put it away, they said.

"I don't really know what happened to us, not just that story."

"You can find out more about it sometime. If Fram and the others are cooperating with the current king on their own initiative, there's no need for hostages. What we need to do now is definitely help Milkit and the others."

When it comes to rescuing the Flams, you just have to think about it later.

Neigus magically let the wind blow, flying the notes he had written into the room where the millkits were.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Watch out for injuries and illnesses!

"Don't push it, you're bound to come back alive. I want you to be active, but more importantly, it's your life!

On the verge of the carriage running out, Fram's parents - her father, Solm, and her mother, Rosa, said so while holding her hand.

There are tears in those eyes, caught and she weeps too.

“I don't like it," “I don't want to go," I really wanted to say that.

"Flam, when I get back, we'll play again!

"Damn, I've decided to come home crying anyway"

And similarly tears, waving childhood tame Marine and a pile of evil by sticking his hand in his pocket.

But it's not like he doesn't miss you either, he's going to have no friends who've spent all this time in the same village, I really wanted to be honest and say "see you again”.

Apparently, the only thing you can't do is be a boy of your age.

My parents and friends weren't the only ones who came to drop off Flam.

A hero was elected from such a rural village to save the world, and it was a major event for the villagers.

So there's no way I can tell you.

I can't believe the real thing, the weak sound, not a word.

Looking any further was hard, bitter, and he was going to want to jump out of the carriage, so Flam turned forward.

"I wouldn't be so upset."

A woman sitting next to me said, smiling.

The flam is irrelevant.

I knew people from the city were different, I don't know... there's an atmosphere to wrap it up.

When the luggage car rocks, so does her red twin tail.

Looking only from the neck to the top, I can't even see the lady - the clothes I'm wearing are black military uniforms.

By the way, there is a gold line, and needless to say, the material is also a first-class item unlike the light clothes worn by Flam.

All in all, I get overwhelmed.

Is it enough for me to be worthy of someone like this to pick me up?

My anxiety swelled extra.

"That being said, it's hard, isn't it? You can't be ready to be a hero all of a sudden."

"Really, was it me?

To Flam's inquiry, she nodded with a strange face.

"The Pope definitely heard your name in a message from Origin, the Creator."

"Why me..."

"It's humbling, but it's enough to be chosen by God, I'm sure he has a gift that no one else has."

"Really?"

Status 0.

I always bother my family and friends without being able to exercise properly.

I don't think I have any talent for that.

Flam about to fall into a spiral of self-loathing.

"Oh, speaking of -"

Guess what, the woman forcefully changed the subject.

"Introduce yourself. You haven't introduced yourself."

"Oh, right. I 'm-"

"Mr. Fram Apricot, isn't it? Heh, I know that for sure."

"Ah...... haha, so is that right"

Flam blushed shyly and nagging.

There's no way she's not looking into Flam when she picks herself up.

I'm so nervous that I don't even know it's natural.

"I am Otilier Fockerpie. I'm a deputy general in the military."

"Deputy General..."

Hey, isn't that a great guy?

That's what I was thinking on the inside, Flam - Putsch, and suddenly the scene blacks out.

My brain made an error.

I'm trying to connect to an isolated area.

No more playback is possible, so we have to wake up from our dreams.

to the continuation of the present (...), not the past (...).

◇ ◇ ◇

When I opened my eyes, there was a ceiling there I didn't know.

"That... me..."

The feel of the futon that wraps my body is also so fuzzy that it is not comparable to my parents' bed.

As much as I want to sink forever, but that's not how it works.

Flam looked around as he woke up his upper body.

But it is still a place I do not know.

The room is as beautiful and spacious as a luxury hotel, at least not a place that exists in Patria, her home town.

If so, is it Wang Du?

The memories are interrupted on the way to the carriage, and I don't remember Flam arriving at his destination (...) though.

Then the door of the room opened.

She speaks to the person who emerged from it.

"Mr. Otilier?

Bringing tea and a book, she glanced at the flam as she was called and surprised.

"I was going to lightly kill my spare time, but I didn't think you were awake."

Placing the teacup on the table, Otilier approaches the flam.

"Um, what about here?

"Residential area in the royal castle, should I call it"

"I don't even remember how I got to King's Capital."

"But you remember me."

"Yes, I took the carriage and left Patria, just after that... I remember until I heard Mr. Otilier's name... but then, I..."

Flam that covers his face with one hand and traces his memory.

But no matter how much I try to remember, I can interrupt shortly after I hear Otilier's name.

It's as if he's fallen asleep.

But even if you slept there, it would take more than three days by carriage from Patria to Wangdu.

In the meantime, it's a strange story that you've been unconscious for so long.

"You shouldn't try to force me to remember, rest now"

"Remember, let it out? Am I forgetting something?

"... that's what happens. There's been a lot of hard times."

So did I close my memory myself?

Flam, with no information other than Otilier's words, had no choice but to think so.

Even then she threw some questions.

But the facts I've figured out are not that many.

Apparently, Otilier is being stopped by someone, and not all of his questions can be answered.

Nevertheless, it was not that there was no harvest.

"That's it, it's been almost six months since then!?

"Yeah, you'll find that hard to believe."

I felt as if I had been flown into the future.

Sure, if you ask me, I feel like I have no heart or different than before.

You mean tight or thin?

Besides - I noticed when I touched my face earlier, it felt like something was on my cheek.

If I could at least just look in the mirror, and to the flam that makes my gaze wander in the room, Otilier said,

"If it's a mirror, it's got a white cloth on the wall."

That's what he told me.

When Flam gets out of bed, he approaches it and checks his face.

"... Huh? Hey, why..."

What was there was a sign of slavery.

Why do you have something like this on your face that should have been called to the King's Capital as a hero?

The confusing flam solidified on the spot touching it at his fingertips.

'... yes...'

But strangely, I don't feel bad.

If you have something like this on you can't have a whole life again - if it's such a substitute, why is it?

"Wouldn't it be happier not to remember"

Otilier said sadly.

“That's all sad things happened," as I told Flam.

"If you can erase it, I applied the procedure before you woke up... it's painted from the top of the baking mark, so it's hard to magically remove it."

"I can't believe the baking marks..."

In other words, the irregularities that I feel faintly when I look at them with my fingers seem to be remnants of them.

It's a horrible story, I'm sure I cried out then.

I sure don't even want to remember that.

Pain, suffering, it's easier to stay forgotten.

"It's better not to think too much about it, because it's a rest for that."

"Right."

My body is not feeling well yet, I feel lightly dizzy.

But for some reason, Flam couldn't take his eyes off himself in the mirror.

I don't think there's anything important here.

Her hands touch her forehead like she wants something.

"Um, Mr. Otilier. Didn't I wear a hairpin or something?

"... No, there was nothing like that."

Otilier answered in a few moments.

Originally, I shouldn't have worn that at the time of the carriage.

Honestly, Fram didn't know why he heard that either, so there's nothing to think about against the unnatural blanks.

Now she has no choice but to peddle all the information she can give.

Because there's no reason for a man in a high position, a deputy general, to lie to a tiny commoner like Flam.