Dual Life ~Hiru wa Yuusha Party, Yoru wa Maou Gun~

The golden color that spreads all over the area, the wheat that has reached the harvest time, is swaying lonely in the wind. Looking at the fields, you can't find any human beings who reap. The harvest of wheat, which is a specialty of this village, is at the heart of the villagers' lives. The wheat is harvested, the fruits are taken out, and coarsely ground with a windmill into flour. The resulting goods are bought by the peddler and turned into money, which is then exchanged for the goods needed for life. In this peaceful village, a simple but peaceful life has continued for generations.

On the outskirts of such a rural area, the sound of a fierce battle resounds, unlike a quiet atmosphere.

"This ugly pig-dog, you can't miss any of you or oaks."

A woman with the appearance of a woman knight with a sword in armor, shouts at a pig-faced monster called an orc.

"Xenovia, you're just too long ago! If you don't collect a little more, you can't wipe it out with magic. Sure, I hate oak, but calm down a bit."

Woman Knight-A girl who turns her attention to Xenobia has a neutral look, which at first glance may be confusing to a boy.

"I'm sorry, Julia. If you look at them, blood will definitely rise on your head."

Xenobia apologized to a neutral girl-Julia, and she cut back on the orcs with sharp swords, but receded and lined up with her. Dozens of orcs flock to the two girls, gazing at them licking their bodies.

"Falsa-dono! Isn't the magical power yet finished? It's creepy because you're seen with nasty eyes."

Elder brother "I'm at the limit too.

The two girls are about to reach their limits, urging a man wearing a black robe to hold back.

"I'm sorry to keep both of you waiting! Let's go away because we're ready!"

A wizard-like man wearing a black robe-Farsa's hands are wrapped in flames. The girls jump back and at the same time the fire attacks the swarm of orcs.

"Everything burns out, firestorm!"

The dozens of swarms are wrapped in a storm of fire in an instant, and the orcs scorch and succumb. By the time the savory scent of pork wrapped around, the orcs were no longer swaying.

"Both of you seem slightly injured. Heel!"

A girl in a monk's robe, beside Falsa, spells magic on two girls who had been fighting a flock of orcss earlier, and the wounds of the two were completely blocked.

"It's the magic of the church's saint. It's safe no matter how injured."

"Um, it's Palmina. The speed at which the wound heals is incredible."

"Ufufu, you're both praised too much. And thanks to Falsa, I was able to destroy the orcs more easily than me."

A girl in a monk's uniform-Palmina laughs and turns her face towards Farsa.

"I haven't done much. Thanks to Palmina for defending me with the barrier magic and Yulia and Zenobia to attract the orcs. I can't even train myself alone."

"Still, Fal's magic is really amazing! I'm working hard on magic training too, but it's not very good but I can't beat it!"

"Um, even the Royal Palace has a very high reputation in the Royal Palace. It is rumored that he was a magical genius who climbed to the top of the court mage at a young age."

Farsa responds humbly, but both Julia and Zenobia praise Farsa with respect. Falsa tries to change the topic, plucking his head and seeing how uncomfortable he is.

"Rather than this, the villagers will be able to harvest wheat. I'm glad I came to this village before the harvest season was over."

"That's true. We're gonna be able to harvest and let's eat bread made from freshly pulled wheat."

Julia makes a suggestion to the three with a little joke. This calm village was in trouble because of the oak infestation that prevented the harvest of wheat. It was thought that this year's harvest was hopeless, and four people came to the village by accident to make a claim to subjugation.

"Because you just did what you expected as a hero, don't get sick."

Zenobia pokes Yulia's forehead with her finger. Naturally, I know it's an ordinary joke, so its power is very weak.

My sister, "Wow, Pal. Zenobia is bullying. I did my best."

Yulia, who is also prank, slurs her face between Palmina's plump breasts.

"Yes, Yulia worked hard.

While stroking Yulia's head, her younger sister, three years younger, Palmina smiles with a merciful smile, worthy of a saint's name.

"All three, aren't we going to report to the mayor soon? We have to ask the villagers to handle the oak, or the sun will set if we don't do it sooner."

Falsa urges him with a stunned voice, and the three finally begin to move. It's good to be good friends, but Falsa continues to take the lead in thinking.

"Hey, Fal. I don't want to stay in Fal's room tonight."

Along the way, Julia makes a suggestion while looking into Falsa's face with an innocent face. Although a 16-year-old girl remarks, her neutral appearance and small body make her seem uncomfortable.

"I don't want to stay in this man's room!

Xenobia shouts in a hurry. Vermilion is on the cheek, and this kind of topic seems to be a weak point.

"I want to know Zenobia. I just want to know the magical training Fal is doing, but what are he thinking?"

"Wow, I'm different ... different, different."

When Julia refutes, grinning, Zenobia holds her face down with both hands and crouches. Palmina gazes at it, and Farsa sighs alone to see if it has begun again.

"Yulia, I don't know much about Zenobia, and my training isn't taught to anyone else, because it's all secret to the hero, Julia. Don't be light. "

"Yes, I'm sorry, sorry for Zenobia."

The appearance of shouting Yulia in a gentle tone will look like older brothers and sisters when viewed by others.

"Both of them are like real brothers and sisters, and I'm enviable. I also want a big brother like Falsa. Should I call him Falsa?"

"Me too! I'm going to be reliable if Farsa is my brother! Fa, Farsa ...

Falsa sighed again, remembering such an Eastern proverb, that the three girls would be embarrassed.

"It's a very attractive proposal, but if I have three sisters, I won't have a body. I'm just going to work with Julia alone, but I don't want to think any further. "

Farsa pleads while concealing her true intentions, if she still looks like a child like Yulia, but she doesn't seem to be able to maintain her sanity if she adds Palmina or Xenobia.

"Well, Fal did you think of me that way? It's so heartbreaking that it's hard to do it. My injured heart won't heal so easily!"

"Oh, it's a shame, but it would be tough if you had three sisters. Should I be better?"

"Well, I can be my sister or my sister ... whatever, but of course, if you want Fartha, you, yoyoyo, my bride ..."

As they talked, the four of them arrived in front of the village chief. Farsa hits the door, leaving them alone, as they can't keep up.

"Mr. Mayor, came to report that the oak defeat has been completed."

Farsa raises his voice so that he can hear inside the house. The doors opened vigorously, with a tingle of footsteps from the inside without too much time.

"Oh! I've been waiting for you. Come on. Please tell us more."

A good-looking man invites four people into the house, apparently unable to wait. The scalp is rather thin, and he seems to be around fifty. The four enter the house as prompted and sit down on chairs in front of a living room table in a living room. From the back, she sits in the order of Julia, Falsa, Palmina, and Zenobia, and on the other side sits the head of a village, his wife, and his son and his wife.

"I would like to report that the orcs that had settled out of the village have been safely destroyed. I'll look around for a few days, possibly with remnants, but it's probably OK Probably. "

When Falsa made a report on behalf of the villagers, the village chiefs were equally happy. Even though the wheat had arrived in this village, the oak settled in and made little progress. Villagers are burdensome to defeat, but hiring adventurers can be expensive, and asking their lords takes time. After wondering what to do, the heroes came to the village and can say a boat on the way.

"But there are dozens of oak corpses left untouched. I would like the villagers to help with the process ... collect the corpses firmly before undead. You have to clean it up. "

"Of course, the village men will help you out in total. The oak has delayed the harvest. There is no word of appreciation for resolving the cause. Hey, I will leave the village tomorrow morning Keep in touch to get together. "

When the village chief answers Falsa's words with a smile, he instructs him to contact him. The son does not complain, he bows and sits down. In these small villages, a communication network is pre-established, and usually the family's patriarch or eldest son is the liaison.

"Oh, I'm saved, our party is just women, as you can see. As I've seen, the only man, my hard work is just as good."

Farsa lifts her white, thin arms out of the robe and smiles to thank the village chief. In fact, it's not that weak, but it's a statement that I think it would be less antipathy. The other three are not so sensitive, so Farsa is in charge of the negotiations, not the hero Yulia.

"I don't want to let a beautiful woman treat an oak corpse to a beautiful woman. As you can see, it's a place with only a field, and you're all used to heavy and dirty work. Please, ha ha ha ha "

The village chief laughs and returns words. Originally, nobody wants to do it just because it is smelly and dirty, such as helping to deal with the corpse of oak. However, the combination of the three beautiful people and the faint-looking Falsa seemed to be cooperative in many ways. A man can be tolerated in front of a beautiful woman, so it's easy to do, Falsa keeps talking.

"I'll tell you again tomorrow morning. Please be assured that we will look around while we are working. And I'm sorry to ask you, but I won't let you eat bread made of freshly pulled wheat It looks like our hero wants to eat bread made with wheat, a specialty of this village.

Falsa has a deliberately serious tone, and when he asks for his request, he speaks of a timeless content. The head of the village looks for a moment, but as soon as he receives a smile, he begins to speak well.

"Hahahahaha! The hero is certainly quite small. If you don't eat a lot and you don't get big, you can get rid of the Demon King. Let's tell the owner of the inn,

Last night's meal at the inn was very bland for Farsa and the rest of the team. The whole village was under control due to the oak ruining fields and food storage. I want the meals to be a little luxurious, as long as the group has been destroyed. However, Falsa was reluctant to reluctant the village chief, although he was joking about saying it directly to the innkeeper. Yulia, who was used to tell the story, repeatedly stepped on Falsa's feet under the table, reddening her cheeks. Despite his bread remarks, it seems embarrassing to think that a young girl was a glutton.

"It's already Fal's brother, stupid, aho, manuke.

Despite protesting with a voice that can be heard from Farsa next to him, he is talking to the village chief with a strange face. Zenobia is cross-armed and listening with a serious face, and Palmina is smiling with a smile. The brave party is still driving today.