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Witness! Help! Help me!

The gun disappears from the eyes of the priestess who was giving a deep kiss. Evidence of black-box memory loss.

But the condition did not last long.

The green light settles in her eyes, returning to its original state. However, his attitude changed 180 degrees from before.

“My Lord. Orders. ”

Mechanical voice with cute pretenses.

How good is this?

It's not just attitude and personality.

Race: Old Human

Level: 1

⁄ Job: Slavery (EXP 50%)

⁄ Skill: Blessing Z

Status: forgetting, managing, dependent, swordsmanship

I fell from a noble priestess to a humble slave.

As her memory fades, she is powerlessly manipulated by a sword, and her job is no longer viable.

From person to loyal tool.

The expression of slavery was never wrong or excessive.

It was time for me to consider her use birds.

Pass · · · ·.

The priestess who was waiting quietly crumbled like sand. Like the corpse of an EXP monster, it dissolves into the world.

I didn't do it.

“What's going on · · ·? ”

Then, what happened to the sword that became one with the priestess?

Fate was no different this way, either.

Goodbye!

The body cracks and breaks like glass. However, the strength of the priestess who was enslaved by the sword did not disappear.

Race: Human

Level: 1

Job: Pope (Holy = Cannibalism )

Skill: Divine Z Blessing Z ■ ■ C

Status: Beginner

It was absorbed in me.

It opened the second transcendent realm at a moment's notice.

“I thought it was going to be Maggie next. ”

The job was to become a religious leader after another drink in the paladin. I was not interested because the job privileges were one step lower than the saints.

What do you mean, "Photography"?

This is a subterfuge of forgery.

If you forge it, it's natural that the shooting takes place.

▶ Detail: Are you finished?

Where have you been and where have you been?

By the way, the innocent warrior almost got eaten by a starving married woman?

▶ Embarrassment: Sorry. There are classes that you can't be involved in as a student. I'm glad you made it!

Is that so?

For the first time, a colleague of mine who had left everything to the teacher interfered.

I didn't stand out during my training, but I kept my mouth shut to the teacher who provided me with metallurgical information.

It was not easy to see.

First Warrior (Senior 1).

Blackbox.

I needed to investigate them further.

Taking together the story of the missing priestess leaving only Z's blessing, it seems that senior 1 also fled the world of Fantasy.

We need to figure out how.

There was a very high probability that the Black Box, the power of the ban, was taken from senior 1.

“For the first time in the fantasy world, I see dreams and hopes! ”

Drug-

The exit opens where the statue of senior 1 was placed.

It doesn't say the Wicked Guide is dead, and it doesn't say he's on his way out, but it doesn't seem to lead to any strange training here.

I made it out of the training cave without a doubt.

*

“Welcome, warrior! ”

As soon as I got rid of the married woman who was trying to make a good warrior out of stock, Ranubel pretended to be cute and welcomed me.

The automatic reflection almost knocked my fist out.

“What are you talking about all of a sudden? ”

Even though there was not a drop of blood mixed, the girl who arrogantly called her brother and threw a half-talk suddenly returned to her original state.

Yes, it is.

This is the label I used to know.

But isn't this the sixth time you've set up your sister?

Ranubel points at the sword with his waist dancing.

“He's a chosen warrior. Lady Sword says that for world peace, a warrior must be able to kill his family. So I decided I shouldn't stay as my lovely sister. Because I can't kill my lovely sister! ”

“Hmm · · ·. Really?"

Why do you think you can't cut it?

I can cut the label at any time for my graduation. It doesn't matter if it's your sister or colleague.

He told me to wait quietly outside the training cave, and I was doing something really useless.

‘Otherwise · · · ·. ’

From what I hear, staff members cannot interfere during class.

But maybe I can meddle indirectly, like a moral teacher constantly nagging me?

An abrupt triumphant ring on a label.

There's a good chance that the staff member who judged that "little sister" didn't work on me could have convinced her to be wrong.

What's most suspicious about this?

“The Sword 3 said that? ”

“Yes, sir. ”

“... I see. I'm looking forward to it. ”

I looked back on my past journey.

If I didn't have Sword 2, I would have had no choice but to take Sword 3. And you've been taking advice from Sword 3 all day.

The position was perfectly aligned with the moral teacher.

It can't be a simple coincidence.

I've been through too many accidental manipulations in this barbaric world.

I still did.

“Yuu-!"

“Ugh! Orcs! There are so many!”

“Someone help me! ”

“Bubu · · ·! ”

“You bastards! No women! ”

I heard a voice over the thick bush.

It can't be true.

“Bravo! I hear voices calling for help! ”

Ranubel rolls his feet and burns the feeling of justice. But her flabby, sideways buttocks were frank.

I gave in to the desire to try the Wise Man's Staff again.

“Ranubel. You heard wrong. ”

The screams and cries of men and Orcs are heard from the east.

Hmm. Suddenly I want to go west.

“Llanubel's ears are wrong?! ”

“Yes. Let's think about it calmly. This is the Kingsguard. This is a restricted area for civilians. There are guards everywhere, and this is a royal hunting ground, so the level of monsters that appear is very low. Humans aren't stupid enough to call for a third party's help. ”

“Well, that's the thing. ”

Fluffy, fluffy.

Then, you hear the sound of grass treading from behind. And the girl's loving cry followed.

“Help me!”

She was a foolish woman who came into the hunting grounds dressed in skirts and high heels.

She was being chased by an orc that looked like a gentleman.

“Nu · · ·! ”

An Orc grabbed a thin girl's wrist like a patella. And then I pulled it like a man.

“Tsk?! ”

Only the brave can gain beauty.

A girl bends her ankle and hugs an Orc in her arms reluctantly.

I wish you a beautiful love in the future.

“Hiya!”

“Kuku ~?! ”

The cute pretense of the lanubel and the sad cries of the orcs burst almost simultaneously.

A magical arrow fired from a golden bead on the tip of the sage's staff hits the orc's head.

Fluffy.

An orc with a hole in its head has fallen.

What's wrong with love?

“Valiant! I got rid of the Orcs! ”

A 200-level wizard is delighted to kill a 20-level Orc. You should be ashamed of yourself if you bully the underdog.

“Tsk, tsk. Poor Orc. Curse your destiny, born weaker than a girl pretending to be cute. ”

“Why?! ”

Ignoring the label, which still doesn't realize its mistake, I still reach out to the girl shuddering around in the bush.

Identification is fundamental to a readily identifiable ability.

Race: Human

⁄ Level: 15

Job: Princess (National Power = Charm )

⁄ Skill: Aesthetic C Charm D Social E Magic F

Status: Fear, anxiety

Is it natural for a girl dressed in fancy to be a princess to enter a forbidden area only for royalty and officials?

I didn't remember it at first.

I could interpret it as dead before I made it to the North Continent in the first place.

“You're bothering me. ”

After I left the restless princess with Ranubel, I activated all of my recovered skills as I finished my training.

Awesome-

There was a storm around me.

The training cave wasn't just built to screw with the warriors.

Skills and vocational privileges that have been reasonably dependent, such as a hand and foot, that squeeze themselves under adverse conditions.

I easily destroyed almost every room with Divine Z, but the closer I got to the graduate's room, the less difficult it was.

Just a little bit.

Pelvis F Pelvis D

Overcome F Overcome E

Fever F Fever E

Many skills were created after the first time, which was really difficult because there were no tricks. Concentrated in extreme situations, the line of skills suited to it grew.

Existing skills have grown evenly.

“It's worth it to reunite with the prince. ”

I have two transcendent skills now. And even in the same transcendent realm, my skill composition was much more advantageous in terms of pure combat strength.

This was accompanied by amplification of Sword 2.

“First, let's organize it lightly. ”

I put a sacred blessing on my body.

I walked twice.

The sacred blessing of the enhanced blessing Z was also overlapped two more times over the sacred Z whose effect was amplified with the amplifier of the Swordsman 2.

5 overlaps with simple calculations only.

The profound divinity wrapped around my body.

Tak!

I flicked my finger lightly.

The sacred energy that spread throughout the hunting grounds around me destroyed all the monsters.

Race, Level, Skill, Status · ·.

I neglected them all and gave them equal rest.

Exterminate C Exterminate B

I frowned as I went to the site where the Orcs attacked me.

Dead men, amputated limbs and head, appear everywhere. Some of them were eaten by Orcs.

“Sobbing, sobbing. ”

“Ugh · · ·. ”

Two women and Herisa, presumed to be princess maids, were crouched on the pavement in torn clothes.

Orcs would have been swarming here just before I flicked my fingers. And would have surrounded three women.

These faces were devastated by shock and horror.

▶ Depression: Poor thing · · ·.

I'm with you, too, schoolgirl.

In the future, these women will not only live with their body wounds but also their heart disease for the rest of their lives.

Usually.

These women were lucky.

I met a professional solver.

If I'm going to say it in my career, I've been behind my favorite colleagues for over 10 years.

In the process, I had fewer counseling sessions with indigenous peoples who almost died.

Performance has improved with a build-up of knowledge.

▶ Surprise: You did psychotherapy? What has Student Kang-su never done?

Teacher, don't ask too many difficult questions.

But that's the old-fashioned way.

Starting today, I want to go quickly and easily.

“The girls who were frightened at the fat pork belly party. Look me in the eye. Then your terrible memories will go away. My blessings take away my wounded body. ”

You wipe their bad memories clean with a black box. The defiled body is cleansed with blessings.

“Ah! ”

“... Oh my! ”

The women crouching, covering their breasts and areas, make a puzzled look.

Faces that don't know why they're lying on the ground.

But not long after they realized that they were naked and full of dead men all around them, they said, "Chuckle!” I was in a panic.

However, it was not a face that was as desperate as before.

Resolve without psychotherapy!

I waited for the women to change into new clothes.

And shortly thereafter, the princess and the girls prowl out from under the reins of Ranubel and reunite.

“Princess! Where have you been! ”

“I'm sorry. ”

The damsel in distress looks unfair to him.

There was a slight confusion as the memory cleared, but that was only a minor problem.

“This is bad. The prince is dead. ”

“How did this happen in the first hunt? ”

The women who were rescued from me looked frustrated to see the corpse of a young man who looked like a sandman.

It seems the prince who holds the next throne is dead.

But it had nothing to do with me.

At that moment,

Dark-dark-dark-darkened.

A series of hordes gallop on horseback.

It was composed of elites who were spread out around this area and had a qualitatively different atmosphere.

The face I knew was the leader of the herd.

Race: Human

⁄ Level: 285

Job: Royal Family (Ancestry Class )

⁄ Skill: Magic C Magic D Evil Spirit D Elegance E · · ·

Status: panic

The messy face that looked like a nightsweet potato and the compliant stats exactly matched my memory.

He is the next king of the Magic Kingdom.

Three years after his brother, the current king, died in battle, he ascended to the throne in splendor with the absolute support of his people and nobles.

I remember doing a good job.

The calculations were swift as a wizard and followed the laws of equal exchange.

It's been a long time.

He also greeted me with a greeting.

“Kill them all. ”

What, you bastard?

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