Even Though I’m a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an Adventurer Isn’t Too Much of a Hassle

This world is extremely cruel.

Because instincts tell the story that the human species is precisely bait for both spreading demons, especially cunning wise monsters.

The first to feed on such horrible creatures are women and children who have no power whatsoever, not adventurers and knights who fight immediately.

There is no such thing as ethics or goodwill to them. Prefer to scream rather and eat soft meat (...) just like a person, the owner of a preference that can be taken for granted as an organism.

The children and ghosts who looked at the children of people with soft bodies attack their weapons with one hand in anticipation of moments when there are no adults.

Wood-spirited screaming and screaming. What sounds is the sound of crushing meat. Eventually it is the ugly goblins who bring the immobile toddlers back to their nests and burn and eat them.

These sights are common in this world.

The weak become flesh, and the strong eat it. The answer is no, even if he is a man of law and order, if he is not exposed to the atrocities that strike him from the outside.

No matter how you live in this world, demons can kill you. And that's something the demons themselves can say.

"Phew... ok"

A canyon a little away from the bordering city. Kyle squeezes his trembling hand and shakes off his body trembling after receiving a request from a nearby ranch that the chicken was stolen by a goblin.

More demons are soon to be hailed as miscellaneous fish headed by goblins. It seems that the brave White Sword Ghost has uprooted the goblins around the city, but the children and ghosts who should have disappeared once began to reappear, whether they had migrated from afar or whether the queen, the mother of all the goblins who were born once again, was lurking.

"Are you the goblin's nest?"

Confirm using binoculars from a distance that the two goblins walking with them are entering a cave with a wide entrance.

The weakest demon anyone will ever know. The figure was a memory of fear for him, the underlying one.

Close your eyes and I'll still remember. The first time they partied, the goblins killed them and suddenly the dragons showed up and cut them to pieces.

After that adventure, Kyle realised in that body the true fear of fighting, and once he really thought about the choice to stop the adventurer.

Still fifteen years old, the disorder and brutality of demons is a little too much to frustrate some immature remembered for swords and witchcraft.

(... Still!

Fear remains. I'm sure this will never go away for the rest of your life.

Still, I admired the backwardness of a white-haired swordsman who appeared in a crisis of absolute destiny.

Kyle is a man, no matter how stupid a choice he curses me. Besides saving the place where he grew up, he opened the door to the Alliance because he sought freedom and honor.

It would certainly be a smart choice to put your life and honor on the scale and take the former. On the other hand, if you choose the latter, you deserve to be called a fool.

Understanding that, Kyle chose the path to live as an adventurer to catch up with his longing.

You can stay scared. No matter how muddy the battle may be, it's not the first glorious battle I've ever imagined. How thoughtful it is to be able to fight like that from the beginning.

Kyle double-checks the contents and gear of the large pouch he built so that he could quickly remove his luggage with one hand.

"Sword, good!

For today's sake, a carefully sharpened iron shortsword.

"Shield, good!

A well-rounded, smaller shield with an outsider of design.

"Protective equipment, good!

Cheap helmet and leather armor covering the head. Tighten the armor of your own tree and the belt of your tibia tightly to prevent it from coming off due to lack of funds.

"Various potions, good!

Pain relief, antidote, and even less possession money.

"I don't know if I'll use it, but the Adventurer Set is good!

Three-piece set of water bottles on rope and survival knives.

"Okay! Let's go!

Bassin '! and pounding his own cheek with both hands to infuse his temper.

Those who do not know the adventure will say that they seem to be in a different mood, very unlikely to go to defeat the goblins.

I don't mind Kyle actually being right. This is not just a goblin exorcism, it's a revenge to overcome past setbacks and fears, a regenerative ritual to rise again as an adventurer.

I am not going to die hairy, but I get to the front of the cave with the temper that even if I lose my life unbroken in this battle, I will not leave any remorse.

"Sphere/Luminescence"

When Kyle chants a short chant, balls of light arise from his palms, illuminating the dark cave.

"Maybe you should bring a pine light or a lamp, not magic, but I don't like my hands blocked, I don't know what else to do"

Magic is an academic technique that uses magic, a power that resides in the soul and spirit, as a fuel to imply into one's deep psyche and interfere with the laws of the world.

He said that the oldest beings created matter and concepts as they had imagined, creating the world.

In principle, it was considered the same, and over time detailed theories and processes became established, and instead of requiring advanced knowledge of the art and phenomena and training to manipulate magic, it became a weapon of the human species that could be used by anyone.

"But I don't know if" Flash "seems to be chanting to simple sorcery yet. And now he creates a sword without chanting? However."

Because of the need for a process called implication, the majority of people use verbal chants that emit causes, processes, and results, but some people use handsigns even if they are not words, and the key to magic activation varies, such as activating them unchanging like "The White Sword Ghost".

"I can't do anything I can't do right now, can I?"

Switch your mind and concentrate on the offense on the goblin exorcism. Go carefully back through the cave where the goblins can see even in the dark night, illuminating it with the same amount of light as Matsuaki.

"So far, there's no trap."

Not just goblins, but monsters shaped extremely close to people are cunning all in all.

Taking advantage of the experience of once treating the child ghosts as fools without thought and surprised from behind, Kyle listened to the rules of thumb when he fought goblins from adventurers who were in the guild and made up for his lack of knowledge.

Said, when I watched sweetly that it was to the point of being gathered by the child, they all had weapons in their hands and were dying.

Says, Naruko was set up, and one of his buddies died surrounded by goblins without realizing it.

Said that if I thought that there was only goblins, an auga appeared on the triple-sided hexagon arm.

Says he was in a pinch because he missed a hidden horizontal hole in the shadow of a dark cave.

To the extent of goblins and few adventurers are murdered unharmed by an insulting quote. Kyle himself knows about it.

Demons with only a childhood physique and intelligence. It means that if you return the back, evil wisdom will work for the young people and they will be light.

According to this request, the goblin appeared only recently, and the number is small, but I don't want to look down on them anymore and feel like I'm dying. Kyle progresses through the nest of child ghosts with careful preparation and caution to examine the ruins that are dangerous enough for the goblins to be hidden or the traps to be strewn out.

"Gah."

"Gob."

"!"

I almost got a voice from the sound of the goblin squealing from the back, but somehow prevented my mouth with my hands and stopped it.

Minimizing the light of the light sphere, lurking in the shadows and watching how things are going, two goblins are having conversations in a language that humans do not understand, based on the number of voices.

Given the precedent, each of them would have a weapon.

"... Huh... Ha..."

The death of the first companion passes behind his brain, his fear rises and his breathing becomes rough.

Tighten up the beeping teeth and the trembling hands again, and once again peek from the shadows of things into the appearance of the children and ghosts.

(In Fireball... no, not yet)

I tried to strike from a distance by magic, but I stopped. Now is not the time to use it.

Even if I say a goblin's nest, I want to leave my hand tag uncut as much as I can, beyond knowing what kind of demons I'm going to encounter (encount) ahead.

Missing rule of thumb. Still squeezing wisdom without stopping to think, Kyle picked up one pebble.

The force of his wrist alone throws him gently, echoing the sound of a catoon, a stone and a rock hitting him in the cave.

"Gobble?"

"Ga?"

The goblins walked over to where Kyle was hiding in the shadows.

Whether you are alert or not to being ambushed, hold your sword powerfully as you hear the footsteps of a slow goblin approaching.

Kyle puts one knee on the ground and waits for the goblin in a position where he can stand up at any time. And the moment the abominable child ghost approached him right beside him, he intensified the light of the light sphere and attacked him as he pointed at the cutting edge of the short sword.

"Gah...... Gah............!?

"Gobble!?

He is pounded in the throat and quickly pulls out his sword without even paying attention to the goblins blowing blood bubbles.

"Gaga.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

The feeling of hard objects hitting the sword continuously is conveyed to the hand.

You tried to call your buddies, or you were going for Goblin's throat, which was about to scream high, but the cutting tip braced and the blade stood in his mouth.

Should I say I'm lucky I just rubbed it against Goblin's teeth? I stabbed him where he opened his big mouth successfully, but if he did poorly, he could have been stopped with his teeth and not fatally wounded.

"... after all, why don't you be like that guy?"

Although I rebuffed the sword of the White Sword Ghost, which accurately rips the opponent's steeple with a flash, and tried to imitate it and aim at his throat, the motion was still daunting.

It is surprisingly difficult to wave a sword at one steeple point against multiple opponents. The difference between practice and training can be seen more realistically if you are conscious of putting the blade firmly up, which can cause delays in both hands and hands.

"You should think about using magic when you need it, right?... Let's just brush the arms of the sword. Practice and one day you'll be smart enough to take them down."

Kyle strives to make a positive statement, but such an idea is to be reminded that it is sweet.

He moves forward so carefully that he wonders if he is really going through the goblin nest, and at the same time as he sees his enemies, he surely stops his breath by attracting them to the shadows or ambushing them.

But the more enemies you slash, the wetter the short sword is in blood and fat, and every time you slap a bone, the sharper it becomes.

If you look closely up close, the tip was slightly crushed. The blood coming from the blade is going to wet my hands and slip through my face.

"Gobble!?

"Whew!? Shit!"

And that concern came at exactly the worst possible time.

As he tries to rip his throat across one letter trying to stab a stop at the dozen goblins, his sword muscles flash greatly due to fatigue, and his sword, shaken down diagonally toward his shoulder, slips with blood into the clap that hit his bone and flies out of his hand.

Kah! and a cheap iron sword echoing with a tall sound. Goblin only suffered a deep laceration to his shoulder, and with his anger in his eyes, he attacked the stick with one hand.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!?

Kyle stuck his fist out aggressively, feeling half frenzied. Originally with a weapon. That's a lower measure, but was helped by the condition that the opponent's prey was a blunt weapon and a dwarf goblin.

Exactly a cross blow. The wooden stick hits the wooden armor as well, and his full right fist pierces Goblin's face.

From there on out, it's already a mess. He waves his fist down at my samurai as he holds down the goblin with one leg that was blown up and struck his back on the ground.

Not even feeling the response to crushing the meat and crushing the bones, Kyle continued to beat Goblin for some time after his desperation, regaining his calm as he roughened his breath.

"Haa... haa... I managed to... cut through."

When I recovered the sword that had fallen out of the tail and checked it while illuminating it with a light sphere, the body slipping with blood fat hit the bone more than once, and at the end of the day, a large blade ruin had been formed because it fell from the worst angle to the rock ground.

It's a cheap sword that originally came in a barrel of weapons stores as a few hits. If I could cut a dozen goblins to death, it would have been your word, but considering there's still a place in the back, I'm not comfortable with it as it is.

"But a new weapon is such a convenient thing………."

I also thought of the means of using the swords and spears that Goblin had, but they are all old weapons that stand out for rust and blade destruction.

That's when the idea came to mind that this might be better to think about retreating once, the stick that Goblin had at the end of the beating down caught my eye.

Take it and shake it several times. A weapon with a blade would prevail in the sense of inflicting a fatal wound with a single blow, a cluttered weapon as if it had been sharpened directly from a tree.

But the reassurance that I didn't have to worry about the blow and blade ruin, supported by more weight and density than a sword, looked terribly reliable in the present situation.

"It's just that it's not what I used to paint as an adventurer."

The sword is a floral weapon used by the brave man, and the stick is a weapon of the enemy of the three bandits who are likely to use it. I had such an unsolicited image.

But I'm not stupid enough to make a choice, even if it wasn't the same as my current situation, my ideals and aspirations.

With her newly acquired prey, she slapped her palms gently and Kyle moved on to the deepest part of the cave.