Dream Life

July 7th.

I heard stories of clouds hanging in the mountains of the western Porta Mountains - a mountainous area extending south of the Fatas River - which is likely to rain this evening.

(It's troublesome when it rains in Kalsh. I think I can handle this evening, but the next Bowden Village is a poor village, and I'd like to arrive early if I can to secure a decent lodging I stayed in before. Again, it would be better to move forward in the merchant corps......)

That's why we decided to go in front of the merchant squad leaving at 7: 00 a.m.

This is a lightly dressed horseback ride. The merchants are carriers carrying heavy goods. For this reason, the speed of travel varies considerably. Especially when entering the wagon, the speed of the wagon had fallen to two or three km/h.

We took many breaks and were up to speed with the merchants.

The number of wagons in this merchant squad is ten.

It is after many carriages departed from Periclitle shortly after the Summer Solstice Festival, which feels just like a narrow space and quite a few.

Naturally the number of escorts is also small, about thirty in all. I felt it when I saw it, there were few mercenaries standing up in arms, and I even felt like a few pairs.

Still, a high number leads to a sense of security. Demons in particular often target travelers with small numbers. For a merchant army of about fifty, including yours, would have sufficient deterrence against the demons of the oak class, regardless of the type of flight as harpy.

Around one o'clock in the afternoon, he was in the toughest part of Karsh.

From the woods where the great trees thrive, vegetation changes to trees and tall grasses. Moving further, the rock became a ragged wasteland, a cliff cut off on one side.

(Harpy attacked me around here last year...)

We were watching our surroundings, waiting for the merchants to chase us at the top of the line. From behind you you can hear the crap in the carriage, and the merchants climb the slopes slowly.

Ten wagons came as far as fifty meters behind us.

I feel like I've felt my gaze several times so far, and when I say that, both Liddy and Beatrice felt the same way.

(We're in a bag of rats right now. As soon as I can, I want to get out of the top of this narrow, left-right, fugitive...)

When I think about it, Liddy's sharp warning voice echoes.

"Look! Men with weapons!

Looking in the direction of her fingers, murky, painful men with swords, spears, and bows appeared.

The number is just over twenty.

It can't be a merchant's escort because it's already so different from a merchant's team to the north. I mean, you're like a bandit.

“There's a bandit out there!" cried Beatrice to the merchant squad behind him, and we got off the horse and set up a weapon.

The distance is approximately fifty meters.

The top of the canopy is sandwiched by a chopped cliff about 5m wide and 10m high, a great place to intercept.

Is both Liddy and Beatrice of the same opinion, they don't move out of this place, and Beatrice, the avant-garde, sets up a spear and leaves forward.

Though I was bandit-style, I checked with Beatrice to see if I could attack without warning.

"Looks like a bandit, but what are you gonna do? If it's okay to launch a pre-emptive strike, we'll shoot in the magic."

She smiled awesomely and said, "Right. Let me ask you something," I said.

"Who is it? If we get any closer, we won't shut up either! Drop your weapon or go away!

The bandits laugh humbly at Beatrice's prestigious words and walk straight in.

"That's a good one. I'll totally adore you later, so wait!

"Drop your weapon that way! You're no match for this number. Hihihihi......"

I heard the words and spoke to Liddy and Sharon.

"You're apparently a bandit and a decision. Magically launch a pre-emptive strike. Sharon, get a flaming storm from the front. Please adjust to move to the back. I'll make sure I don't get away with it. I'll take care of Liddy."

Sharon said yes and nodded cocklessly, starting to cast a Firestorm spell with me.

Liddy casts a Snow Storm (Blizzard) spell.

Apparently, he's gonna punch Blizzard in after our firestorm and stab a stop.

Some of the bandits seemed to be familiar with magic, saying, "We're gonna use magic! Let go of the arrow! scream."

A few arrows fly in, but Hector - Hector Marron, a squire. Famous bow handlers - there doesn't seem to be any strong bow users like that, only arrows of power fly in to the extent of the short bow Short Bow. Beatrice stands in front of us, trying to rotate the spear, slamming down the flying arrow.

In the meantime, me and Sharon's firestorm was completed.

The bandits have already rushed out, approaching about twenty meters. Sharon appeared a vortex of flames in front of them, and I created the same vortex of flames directly behind them.

A burning noise sounds and a vortex of flames walls down the path five meters wide to block the bandits back and forth.

And the two vortexes slowly advance from front to back towards the bandits, gradually hunting them down.

The bandits were surprised by the two flaming swirls that appeared back and forth, stopping by accident. And when we saw the flames approaching us, we panicked.

The bandits whispered, "They're moving! Back off!" or "They're getting closer from behind too! Out of the way! Out of the way!" Or screamed, desperately trying to escape.

However, there is no escape route left or right, and more than twenty people hitch into narrow paths, and bandits simply go right or left without action. While doing so, a few are taken off their feet and fall because one bandit tried to escape by forcing his side. I try to get up with a call, but the bandits in panic didn't stand up easily.

(Sounds unusual. You mean a bandit? If Master Tadashi were in command, he would not have made such an unusual move. No, it wouldn't be so bad if I took command...)

In the meantime, the whirlpool of flames approached, and finally began to involve the bandits in the whirlpool of flames.

The bandits whispered, "Hot! I need your help! screaming," the crying scream clings to a narrow scream.

Immediately the smell of clothing and leather protective equipment began to burn, and the unpleasant smell of meat burning began to drift.

It was just turning into an annoying cry.

In about thirty seconds the flames have gone out, but more than ten people have fallen to the ground and several have struck around in pain.

Luckily, their companions became shields and some of them were done with minor damage, and they came towards them again with a voice of anger.

Shortly after the bandits rose, the magic of Liddy's Snow Storm (Blizzard) was unleashed. A sparkling, brilliant and sharp fragment of ice flew out of her hands all the way down the road.

The bandits panic again. Trying to back down or lay low on the ground, the ice fragments chopped them one after the other, regardless of the actions of the bandits.

In just about a minute and a half, of the twenty or more bandits there were fewer able to stand up to five.

Of those five, three were not fatally wounded, even by the magic of Liddy's Blizzard, because they were equipped with shields. However, he suffered burns to his face and arms, and was further mutilated by a gap in his armor by a fragment of ice, which could never be described as intact.

The other two were head and deputy head or they seemed to be in the rear and didn't take much damage from my flame storm (Firestorm).

But the five standing men were not given time to flee.

Beatrice stormed the five of them after Liddy's magic broke off.

I also pull out my sword and follow her, but in no time will I be able to stop a shielded bandit with a magnificent spear.

By the time I run after Beatrice, the three of them have already fallen and she will be further ahead. I'm going after her, too, to the headstrong man behind me.

The headstrong man just grumbled with a flashing look, even as me and Beatrice approached him.

"Total annihilation!? Twenty men wiped out!? In less than three minutes... two women and two children... and twenty men... a monster!

(That's a line you've heard somewhere, huh? Yeah, that's the word of a certain Major General who was quickly dropped his bragging skirted. Sure, the situation is close to that, but don't pull the word "monster” off a bit...)

I could afford to think about that.

Because only two people stand decent, and neither of them can accept the current situation, and they just stand up flattered. I was thinking about that in a corner of my head, following Beatrice who preceded me.

When she sees her head in range, she puts a sharp thrust into the stunned enemy, just because it has nothing to do with the opponent's situation or anything.

The head accepted the spear irresistibly, without dealing with it.

I sent a chilling glance at the corpse of my head,

(I guess this guy was dead, not understanding what happened to him. I don't know, but you're a sweet guy for a bandit...)

The other man looked sideways at the head killed and finally returned to me. And he flips himself out trying to escape.

Beatrice, who buried his head, laughed niggardly at me and used his instantaneous power to chase the bandit who ran away. He was a bandit a few m ahead of him, but he loses his fear of the impending reaper from behind - Beatrice - and looks back unexpectedly.

That determined his fate.

Looking back slowed me down slightly and Beatrice caught up with me. He also took Beatrice's relentless blow to the back, spitting blood and rolling to the ground.

In the end, though I held the sword, it didn't show up for me.

(I wish I could have waited for these guys to pass by and then attacked them. That way, I didn't even have to fight in such unfavourable conditions... No, is it more impossible to look at the four of us and think there are three magicians? Still, why didn't you ambush me?

After Beatrice orders me and Sharon to be on perimeter alert, Liddy and I will stab a stop at the bandits who are magically dying.

Those who are relatively mildly ill seem to remain to be questioned, but those who are badly burned are probably stabbing a stop with the meaning of euthanasia as well.

While I was vigilant around, I finally realized the fact that I had killed people for the first time.

It did look like the bad guy himself. But still, he was a bent and communicative person. I could kill it as calmly as a demon. And I could stay calm even when I realized I had killed people. I was surprised by that.

(You used to being a man-shaped demon? Or don't you feel much because you magically killed him? Speaking of which, I didn't feel anything in particular when I first defeated the human-shaped demon goblin. But they're people who speak the same language. I thought I'd feel more guilty or regret...)

The merchant convoys' escorts approached in horror. And lose words to the sight that spreads in front of you.

When they left Thornbrough's city, they were looking down on us, and they were being annoying. That sounds like Beatrice knew what she was capable of, but she still thought it was about a guardian protecting us two kids.

I didn't seem to see Liddy's face, but I knew she was a woman. For this reason, before we left, some people seemed to tell Beatrice to stay away from the merchants because they would call the bandits.

But we, who were making fun of it, wiped out more than twenty powerful bandits - twenty-two on the count - in less than five minutes. They couldn't believe the fact and had a look like they were having a bad dream.

Strike a rope on the three surviving bandits and restore them to an undead degree.

The mercenaries could not hide their surprises. Three out of four are magicians, and two more are healers. Because a party with so much firepower and support is not rare, not unlikely.

While doing so, the main unit of the merchant army arrived at the top of the canopy. They could not move from there before the bodies of the bandits.

A representative merchant has called out to Beatrice, with a frightened look on his face.

"Thank you very much. Let me know if you need any help."

Beatrice looks down with a sharp glance at the merchant's attitude as if he had returned a flat hand.

But immediately loosen his expression and ask him to remove the bandit's gear and dump the demonic crystal stone and the body that recovered the orb somewhere.

We were questioning the surviving bandits while the mercenaries in the mercenaries were cleaning up their bodies.

The bandits could not believe what had happened to them and were still upset. For this reason, I will answer Beatrice's questions honestly.

As a result of the interrogation, the bandits seemed to be almost all of them now, especially a group of bandits with no base. The horse hid it about a kilometer from here, leaving two people behind on the horse's turn.

"I haven't had much time yet. I don't have a problem getting away with it, but I want the horses back. Zach, help me."

Looks like Beatrice took care of the horse bandit and decided to retrieve the horse. And he's nominated me as his partner, who's good at melee.

When I say "yes," briefly,

"I'll walk away. You can't count on bandits."

I nodded at it and went down the road.