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The journey to your destination.

Kids travel in carriages because of their health problems, but being adventurers, we run around carriages.

I have been running for over an hour.

The destination is still far away, so it's a slow trip because it's the speed of the carriage of what's running.

"Um..."

One boy student comes out of a carriage window running at the rear of the line with a voice.

It can be seen that Elmer is also in the carriage for the lowest grade.

"Aren't you tired?

Even carriages running slower than usual feel faster if you try it on the kids.

I thought the adventurer running at the same speed as such a carriage was purely amazing.

"Adventurers need to travel around when they're asked, so I'm not tired of this."

Even near-field herb collection requires at least an hour or two on foot.

I can't even be a D-rank adventurer if I seem tired of traveling to this extent.

"Is this your first time out of town?

I'm free, so I'll talk to the kids.

"Yes. My parents told me I shouldn't leave because it's dangerous outside the city..."

"But it's not dangerous."

The children were shining their eyes at the view they could see from the carriage.

It is not an uncommon sight for those born and raised in rural villages and those who go out like adventurers, but it was the first sight for children born in the city and never outside the outer walls.

A wide meadow that seems to last everywhere.

A village that looks small in the distance.

"Is that such a rare sight?

Elmer, who was in the same carriage, is tilting his neck.

Elmer from another city naturally knows what sights are spreading outside Alistair.

"You look beautiful to the kids you see for the first time."

"But..."

Elmer knows the view isn't just beautiful.

"Something's shaking."

The grass is shaking about 200 meters to the right of the carriage running in rows, about the height to our hips.

All consciousness is directed when one male student realizes it.

"Hih..."

From there a demon with a dog's head - a bunch of cobolts popped up.

Being adventurers, we naturally noticed the proximity of Kobolt, but Jethro, who was in charge of the right side, chose to defend the carriage because he needed to protect it.

Fortunately, there are 20 bodies and as a herd, they are small enough to deal with them.

The carriage doesn't stop.

Signs of uncertainty as to whether it should be stopped came from the leading direction, but Mr. Lilibel, who decided that it was possible to deal with it, must have informed him that it would proceed as it was.

The children are frightened by the real demons they see for the first time.

There is no way that all that is happening in class is a simulated battle with the same students, mainly with basic training and various teaching from teachers. It also makes sense to gain practical experience that was lacking in extracurricular classes, so naturally.

I was trained and confident, but when I actually saw the demon for the first time, it would be a different reaction.

"Well, let's go with the class"

"Class?"

There are children in my language.

Kobolt is fine if you leave it to Mr. Jethro.

As an adult, I give classes to my children.

"Do you know why demons attack people?

"Not if you're doing that..."

"No problem to that extent."

I say with a smile to reassure you.

"Besides, if they lose, here's an A-rank adventurer."

I hear a confident voice coming from inside the carriage.

I thought I'd seen a face somewhere... but I just didn't realize it was growing up right away, the son of my lord, Master Keith - the next lord.

"Long time no see"

"You don't have to be so awed. I'm only in the position of next lord, and now I'm Elliot, the only student in extracurricular classes."

"Okay. I'll treat you as a student during this request."

Speak in a shattered tone because it's also a weird story to use a respectful tone on a child.

"How could you be in a place like this?

I didn't think you were at the end of the line.

This request is taken on by the fact that it is the escort of all the students on the face of it, but it is Elliot, the next lord, who absolutely must be defended.

"I heard I would be in the middle of the line, too. But just before I left, they moved me to the rear. The reason is, considering you're right in front of me, I can see it for myself."

He was beside us, the greatest power.

It would be the closest place to us if they asked where the safest part of this line was.

Teachers who had heard in advance about the adventurers who would participate in the request should have accurately communicated their prowess, regardless of rank.

"So that's why demons attack people."

"Yes."

"In class, I hear demons grow by attacking and eating people."

"Exactly."

By eating flesh of demonic creatures, demons can grow their own demonic stones.

Among them, human meat likes to attack because of its high growth rate.

The growing demons evolve, and at the end of the day they may be so powerful that they are untouchable by ordinary humans.

The case of humans being attacked for those reasons does not refuse to follow.

"What do we look like with more than a hundred people moving in line for a demon who likes to attack people?

"Get out of the way..."

"Bait for outfits?

"Correct"

A running cobolt approached Mr. Jethro's side.

When the flying cobolt is flanked with a piece of paper, it snaps its neck with a sword in its right hand. A cobolt left in the sight of a fellow who was running the lead and was the first to strike has been killed in an instant has been constricted.

In the meantime, Mr. Jethro runs straight through the center of the cobolt, slashing and throwing away one after the other with two swords in both hands. Two men, each equipped with a great sword and a hammer, took charge of the left and right, and one equipped with a bow shot through a leaked cobolt.

Jethro, the leader, slashes him from the front into a straight line and his buddies follow him from left to right and behind. That's their style.

Less than three minutes after the battle began, all of the cobolts that came under attack had fallen to the ground.

"A less intelligent demon cannot resist the instinct of 'attacking people'. But it's not like I never think about it. This time, the carriage was attacked because it felt like all the kids on the carriage couldn't fight because of their demonic sense of smell and sensation."

I also noticed that those who could fight were escorting.

But it wasn't without thought, but it was stupid.

He came at me thinking only of the difference in numbers between those who could fight and those who could not.

"So when we travel in large numbers, we have to hire adventurers or bring soldiers with us who have the strength to clean up the demons as easily as possible."

They just ketched my escort bill and took everything I was carrying in my carriage.

I hear that a lot.

Besides, there are many demons on the border.

A moment of alarm leads directly to death.

"It was easy to defeat now, but don't forget that because it was a C-rank party like them that the opponent fought in Cobolt, a low-ranking demon"

Don't let them imitate you letting the children fight alone, even if you make mistakes.

I don't know how many will survive if 20 cobolts strike at the same time, no matter how many of them have gained strength in class and about a hundred.

"If we find a demon, we don't deal with it ourselves, we always call someone from the Adventurer."

It's only a hassle when the kids who find demons where we don't see them think about crusading on their own.

You need to hit your hand beforehand.

"See?

"Yes."

The aligned voice returns from inside the carriage.

... I'd like to think it's probably okay.