A bunch of strange strange birds with a stag's head flip bronzed wings, and a tough chirping that is very unbearable with deer and birds echoes around.
The world is a weak predator. Whether you are a man or a demon, the rationale for sustaining life with the weak as food continues from far more ancient times than people were born with cotton.
In such a world, a demon called Peruton is an extremely peculiar creature. Whether it's prey or struggle, whatever demon it is, there's a good reason why it should be attacked, but it doesn't exist in any demon, also known as this killer monster bird.
Though still in the process of research due to danger, Peruton is a demon who attacks people for no reason... an extremely troublesome beast called a homicidal species, not a food race.
It is only confirmed that other animals and demons are attacked and preyed upon, but Peruton strikes humans before the weak ones, and they fly away without devouring their dead meat.
Murder without reason is barbaric because it combines reason and intelligence. that only the other person is a person, Peruton is an extremely vicious demon for a person, who only has instinct, but kills for no reason.
And above all, the fear lies in the characteristics that are extremely close to the magic that a species called Peruton possesses. Its power, which can be described as the natural enemy of mankind, radiates special magic to those who put it in the bird shadow, causing it to cease its life activities, has buried numerous adventurers and knights.
The threat of it forming and acting as a herd is inferred. The crusade of this flock requires an A-rank equivalent force close to S in terms of the rank of the adventurer… it will also be limited to those who can carry out saturated attacks that can annihilate the group without entering the birdshadow.
…………
"Gaaaaaaaaaa!?
Ignoring such a highly obvious strategy, Shirley flies through the neck of the heavenly Peruton, whilst softening his long, white hair, which is also the origin of his alias.
The natural enemies of a swordsman, the strange birds flying over the sky who should not have reached the sword, and their different identities are scaffolding the swords created one after the other by Perliton itself and by fantasy alchemy.
Knowing that Shura, the raider, is a man, no, he is attacked with sharp nails and horns, and the body of a strange bird who tries to take the sky is cut off by an unreasonable move by a swordsmith.
The carcasses of Perliton, which dew a smooth cross section as if there had been no resistance to bones or meat, pour out of the sky before the rainy season like a shovel.
"Gaaaaaaaa!!
Still, a bunch of weird birds don't know they're going to retreat. Monsters who have more desire for murder than their survival instincts are attacked from all directions to kill swordsmen with snowy gray hair.
(This demon...... it's extremely easy to kill (or) for the high cost of the request)
But sometimes even the habits that have afflicted the adventurers are just convenient things to end efficiently from Shirley's point of view.
Light leaps to scaffolding even splashing wind-cut wings at the end on swords, flesh pieces and still living peltons with falling tentative first entities are as if they are still dancing.
If he challenges melee, he is slashed and thrown away under one sword, and Peruton tries to circle up from the time the sword does not reach him, through his throat and heart by daggers and rapiers thrown with a hundred shots of accuracy.
With a tragedy of blood splashing across the clear blue sky, Shirley finally slashed her last united neck off, landing with a slight sound that made her wonder if the tree no leaves had fallen to the ground.
"Phew... that's it. Let's see if there's any other leaks, and let's just say we're heading home early."
Now, her beloved daughters, Sophie and Tio, are in a state where their lives are being targeted by a vicious sorcerer.
Then why is she exorcising herds of strange birds and other things over the plains away from the bordering city, time goes back to this morning.
"Villa Taole? That's kind of an ominous name."
It was decided in a discussion that preventing magical interference and the exploration of the operator should be based in a lodging house inhabited by his mother and daughter, and Grania gave a Kyotong look when she heard the name of the lodging house on the way to the directions.
"The grandfather of the current business owner… it seems that the name given by the founder has never been heard of until its origin."
"Ah! I know that!
I haven't been interested in it before, but I was a little concerned when asked, Shirley. Unsurprisingly, it was Sophie who answered the question of the two women.
"Because some adventurer wants to offer him the only place he can fall and rest. 'Cause Mr. Martha said!
"Heh, it is"
I was good at hearing the words. Falling as hard as you can during your adventure means death. Even in the middle of the camp, you can't rest, although you can only take a nap, and you are constantly forced to be vigilant.
The base for such adventurers to take a break, the name that I can only assume is a joke when I think it comes from that.
"Mm-hmm. He also said he wanted to take it. He said it might be funny if the management went bankrupt someday."
I feel like I've been ruined. Black jokes are good too.
"We're here."
Talking about it, I came to my mother and daughter in front of an inn I was used to seeing. When she opens the front door and walks inside, Grania looks a little more intrigued at the interior.
"Oh...... simple, but clean and bright interior. I like it. Wow."
"Oh, will you say so?"
It is unclear whether she guessed the signs of the guests or just a coincidence, but it was a middle-aged woman with good brown hair who just got her face out of the dining room just fine... Martha, one crack in the management of Villa Taole.
"Mr. Martha, I'm home!
"I'm home."
"Yes, welcome back. So, who's your adventurer?
Treat Grania with a rare look at the gold recognition slip, a sign of an S-rank adventurer, lowered from her neck.
Seriously, not breaking normal driving in front of an adventurer located at the top of the guild would be a gift of my experience as an inn general to heal the fatigue of the adventurer.
"Yeah, I'll be based here for a while. Wow. Do you have a spare room?
"Shirley told me the story. You're here to save these kids from malicious perverts?
Somewhere rambling, then Martha puts her hands on the heads of the twins with wonder and gentleness. The figure also looks like a grandmother watching over her grandchildren.
"At all, there were people who looked down on me to hang on these good kids."
"Heh heh... they love you"
"Well, yes. I've known these kids for almost a decade, so they're already like my daughters and grandchildren, and now they're totally our idols."
"Ugh... I'm glad you said that."
"Hmmm... embarrass me about anything"
"Oh, I think you're too young to say what a lady is?
"Hahaha! She's a good talker!
Martha and Grania looking totally intentional. I remember being intimidating because my mind couldn't afford it when I was there.
When he was twenty years old, Shirley, who first visited Villa Taole, was the very beast of the hand to protect the child, and because of his treacherous betrayal, no one could believe him, and he was finally imprisoned by the suspicion that he would cause harm to my child, and he had roughly bounced the hand reached out with complete conscience over and over again.
Only the managers of Villa Taole continued to reach out as they continued to take such an attitude to create a groove with their surroundings.
So much so that Shirley finally became more uprooted and deposited her daughter, because she is one who comes towards her with too little punishment.
(Thinking about it, did all around us look like parents getting their hands burned by rebellious daughters?
It may also be because Martha and the others are influencing her right now.
If the child is strongly influenced by his parents, then surely Shirley would be like Martha's daughter.
(Speaking of parents... those people)
Once, the days that were not even considered children by parents changed, and people said that they could think of themselves as true parents.
But it's all in the past. Shirley as the upper class was abandoned, and Shirley abandoned them again.
It doesn't matter if I remember it now.
Close your eyes for just a moment, wait for the remnants of the past to pass, and Shirley switches thoughts that are long overdue.
"It's Grania's lodging bill, but I'll let you have it here."
"Oh, you don't have to worry about it, do you? It's not like I can't afford it."
"No, this is the other way around. There's room for nostalgia."
The nostalgia of the city's adventurers in this neighborhood is quite warm with the rewards earned from the Dragon King battle earlier.
... In a way, it should be said that many of them used up early with scattered money just to say overnight, but Shirley is the type to save for his daughter.
Funds accumulated so that you can do the best you can at times like this. If you want to use it, you should use it at all costs, and it's a stomach buildup that lets Grania do the best she can for magic.
"That's why. I will cooperate with you on any extra expenses, materials, etc., so you should try to protect your daughters with great care and care, no matter what."
"Wow, okay. Wow. So I was wondering if you could let me go for a second? It hurts the boulder."
The "Fantasy Butterfly" and the S-rank adventurer unwittingly wandered over to Shirley, who gripped Grania's shoulders with a critical and finger-intensive force.
"Well, it's quick, but can I show you to your room because I'm going to be ready to do some anti-magic?
"Oh, this way."
Grania then finished preparing the ritual across a slightly late lunch. Sophie and Tio were allowed to stand on top of a magic formation painted with ink formulated with several kinds of fruit, meat-bone powder (garlic koppu) and demonic blood on a vast area of paper, performed with permission from the proprietor.
"Well, let's get started, shall we?
"Yes, sir"
"Mm."
"Don't worry, I'll stop you in case."
By its side, Shirley grips the short sword. We are also ready to identify the magic flow with alien powers and to shut off the magic flow and force the ritual to end in case.
"Heh heh... I don't have any billions."
Slightly poking the floor with the stone bump of a cane in your hand, the demon squares glow pale, and the resulting magic creates wind to rise the gray hair of the twins.
When Sophie and Tio finished the ritual, which would take less than five seconds if activated, stared at their palms in alignment and repeated the fist grip several times.
"So this is it?
"Yep. All you have to do is sleep and wait...... when you get interference from magic, you automatically play it and perform a ritual of traits to keep the operator's history. Wow"
"History?"
"Implications to spells… What is meant by a curse (serious) is that among the many sorceries, the will and magic of the operator are prone to remain. I'm not good at corresponding magic, but this time anti-magic, of course, makes me specialize in detecting what kind of magic I've used of my own free will. Wow."
Shirley is unwittingly impressed by that being said. None of the prominent magicians, including the deceased, has done anything like read the residual consciousness of the magic they used.
Grania is one of the rare magicians who has made a record of being young and approaching witchcraft from a new direction. The adventurer recommended by Asterios was exactly the right one to follow the details of the request.
"However, if I try to find out more about the surgeon, I will need some ingredients……"
"I'll procure it there, too."
The first thing I should say is that I can take care of it and feel safe, but Shirley is going to go to bed just in case.
My beloved daughter has been anxious lately, so she is fortunate to be sleeping in the same room when she sleeps, and she never misses a curse.
"……… Are you here?"
And late that night, the opportunity came earlier than I thought. A black magical interference visualized by the magic enters through a slight gap in the window to cover her sleeping daughter, but the membrane of light blocks it.
This is also an alien, visualized countermagic. Every time the black wax is bounced by the light, it splashes away, slowly decreasing its size.
Still, it was not until dawn that the magic that supposedly struck Sophie and Tio on the adhesion, as ordered by the surgeon, was completely fogged.
"What do you think? Though it should have been properly prevented."
"Yeah, I didn't see any problems… what are you dressed for?"
Force Grania to wear her jacket when she visits the Shirley's room in a thin negligee that hides her busty chest and supple limbs.
"Please still wear this. I've thought about it since it first happened, but your outfit is a little too bold. What will you do if your daughter imitates you?"
"Ahem.... It's not rambling."
Shirley trumps Grania's words, whining even though this is so normal. These are two opposing poles.
"Well good wow. More than that, I need to check my history."
I put my finger on the forehead of a twin who sleeps so peacefully that I don't think he was attacked by a very cursed or implied kind of anti-magic performance.
"Hmmm...... apparently he failed three times and is quite alert over there too"
"I guess so. This is the first time people have been aiming for a quiet night."
"On top of that, it seems like I was going to leave no trace of witchcraft... but it's a pretty crude obliteration. It's like using magic that doesn't make you feel creative in the manual."
Sorcery as per the sorcery book, many of which have created countermeasures. Grania says he's a stubborn, stubborn surgeon who sticks to the manual.
"Now, if you take the history and then perform the corresponding ritual, the operator's information will be completely naked. I'll leave it to you to decide what to do after that. Wow."
"Of course."
I've been pushed so hard so far. It would be my mother's job to get into the other person's place so that she could never interfere with her child again in every sense.
"What they used was the incorporation of remote rituals into typical allusion magic… This hand magic requires the hair and blood of the target person, but getting this is easy."
From the Shirley's point of view, it's an apartment-like Villa Taole, but its essence is that it's inn and has many overnight guests. If Sophie and Tio had looked into living here beforehand, it would be easy to get hair dressed as overnight guests.
"I don't know what the hell you want to do... well, let's leave that story behind. More importantly, where the hell is the surgeon?"
"Do you have what you need for the ritual?
"Well... I'd like the corner of Peruton to increase certainty and accuracy, although it's all obvious."
At this moment, the end of the horde of killer monster birds was determined.