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"In the end, couldn't it..."

Marcella was walking alone on her way back to the guild.

High-ranking adventurers, including Isla. I asked them to rescue me, who came home by chance to an emergency.

The result is - failure.

I wasn't explicitly turned down. Ira was lost without giving an answer.

The moment I saw him, I was determined in Marcella.

- Again, let's stop asking Ira.

As an employee of the Adventurer Alliance to Protect the City, you may be disqualified, but that was the answer Marcella chose as' Ira's Friend '.

If she gets an answer in her heart, she goes back to the guild.

That leg stops.

"... the smell of blood?

Some of the adventurers returned wounded.

from the back of the road where the smell emitted by such a person leads west. Except it smells so intense I've never smelled it before.

You can head straight south to return to the Alliance.

But I'm really worried about the smell from the side.

- Cheats, cheats...!

Besides, I can even hear you pulling something together.

I've stopped my legs. My body turns naturally to the side.

"Hih...!

There was someone there who seemed to be Hopkins painted with blood, and someone was on his leg.

However, I feel less confident that it is Hopkins himself.

Originally, he was a tough face that was difficult to accept by new adventurers, but his face was in a state where he was grabbed by someone who bathed his whole body in blood, amputated and left his lower body somewhere.

- Obviously not normal.

The moment I see Hopkins' face, Marcella's legs unwittingly fall back.

"Yo, Marcella."

"Ah..."

But he's already been captured by the other guy.

It is impossible to escape.

"Do you know where they are?

"Those guys?

"They messed with me yesterday!

The smiling face yells out suddenly.

Rotate your head desperately in fear.

They are the only people who apply.

"And I don't know..."

You can't put Ira in danger as a friend.

"I see."

Hopkins waves up the Devil's Sword in his right hand.

A disastrous sword with a black vortex-like print on its body.

"Then there's no use."

- They'll kill me!

Close your eyes and devour your teeth.

I don't regret the choice I made not to sell my friends, but I still regretted that my life would end so easily.

but there is no sign of being slashed for as long as we wait.

"Huh...?

I can hear something tapping on the wall, not the sound of being slashed in her ear. I hear such noises every time I fight because I am a constant adventurer's guild.

If I opened my eyes because I was concerned, there was someone I just met yesterday.

The Adventurer card confirms his name.

Only......

"Let me introduce myself again. Sylvia the Adventurer, one of Ira's people."

The woman who introduced herself that way was laughing even in front of the Devil's Sword.

And beside Sylvia, who introduces herself, was Marus, who held Sierra, Ira's daughter, who remained asleep because she was full.

"Looks like you're safe."

Relieved to be able to rush to a place where demon swordsmen are attacking me.

"Duh, why..."

"Ira was worried."

I was wondering if I should help, Ira.

I was lost because Mr. Marcella was a friend, even though he had many things to do in the past.

He was lost even when I made the decision, so I only let Sylvia get ahead of him, and I learned that Mr. Marcella had encountered the Devil Swordsman.

Later, Sylvia moved on her own before we rushed.

"Are you sure you're okay?

Ira, come closer and check on Mr. Marcella.

I know I wasn't doing anything because I was keeping my sight in tune with Sylvia, who was looking at the situation, but it still worries me.

Ira finally made up her mind when the demon swordsman attacked her.

"It's okay. Be more careful than that."

"No problem."

Ira says like it's really nothing.

"Stay!

Hopkins was kicked by Sylvia and slapped on the building wall.

You don't look like you have a big scratch on your rising body.

"... a very sturdy body."

As for Sylvia, who really kicked it, I'm not convinced.

Maybe it's a muscle-enhancing demon sword.

Hopkins' body was originally forged as an avant-garde position. But now it looked more bloated than it was yesterday when we met.

The Devil's Sword has various effects.

The demon sword that the demon swordsman who rammed in Alistair had gives the owner incredible regenerative abilities instead of demanding the urge to seek blood. Before that, it seems that some demon swordsmen that Ira crusaded had demon swords that augmented their muscle strength or made certain magic available to even those who were supposed to be unable to use magic.

Apparently, the Devil's Sword Hopkins got is the Devil's Sword of 'Muscle Enhancement'.

Instead of being most effective, they demand a variety of consideration.

"I've been searching for you."

I was just checking with Mr. Marcella to see where we are.

"What can I do for you?

"Oh. Yesterday they scratched my shame. I'll kill Temé and the others to clear my anger."

"... that's why you killed all these people?

Hopkins' body had tons of blood on it that seemed like dozens of people.

Instead of killing using demonic swords that enhance my muscle strength, I guess the result of beating and crushing the human standing in front of me is that I'm going to be exposed to a lot of blood.

A city devastated by the appearance of demon swordsmen in the past must have desperately resisted entry into the city. Adventurers to soldiers...... many held back Hopkins with demon swords. Hopkins eliminated those people.

"Yeah, whoever gets in my way just smashes it down"

"I see."

I don't know if it's because of being ruled by the Devil's Sword, or because I think that way for a long time, but he's been dyed by the rather dangerous idea of smashing all those who stand in front of him, etc.

"Ah, uh..."

It seems to have been noisy. Sierra in her arms is about to cry out.

"Shit, he's a jerk. I'll kill you too, Soitz."

……

Hopkins says taboo.

Sierra will be killed, not because I thought.

"Heb!?

Hopkins, who has been hit in the body many times with a cane, dances to the universe.

"Bye!"

The next thing I know, he falls to the ground, burned by the sunlight and smoke out of his whole body.

……

Hopkins' body falling into depression is trapped in an ice coffin.

"Kill our daughter, Sierra? I forgive you to that extent yesterday because you're just so prestigious, but I won't forgive you if you speak with the Devil's Sword out."

Sylvia tells as she looks down at the ice coffin with a cold gaze.

I don't know if it had reached Hopkins trapped in the ice, but my heart was made cold, just like the cold air that covered my body.

He didn't remember the lesson that just trying to put Sierra in danger would make him a full bog out of his mothers.