Gang of Yuusha

The request was completed.

I gave Liquorice a "no". She was accustomed to the noisy paper pepper homunculus or rounded it up if she received it with a strange face. Apparently that makes it quiet.

The fact that the recipe was available made the decree by her, who apparently was the director.

Dozens of researchers continued to gather at the facility, causing a rush of air to gush over the National Alchemy. Specialized equipment is brought in from the inlet to begin analysis and experimentation.

After the Holocaust, the town at noon is unusually silent.

I was wondering if the disturbance would result from the disappearance of the majority of the gendarmes who preside over policing, or not. Has no one noticed yet?

It's incredibly hard to believe that humans become sand. If witnesses don't sue, they may not even leave evidence of the murder. Anyway, we don't have a body to prove it.

Shoji, who was lying in bed and resting, was exhausted.

And he turned round the paper bundle of peppers and letters of rights, and looked, and cast it aside beside the bed.

I didn't feel good, I didn't feel real, I felt like someone else's stuff that wasn't me when I got the land.

"I can't forgive you."

When Shoji hits him back in bed with a broom, he enters his sight as Leskia sits in her chair arms in indignation. I wish you were angry in your own room, but are you purposefully stuck in Shoji's resting bedroom in search of a doorway to stupidity?

He burns a flame of anger in his eyes and hates Louis Hawk's barbarity a few hours ago.

Even if there are killings, what the royal palace braves (Guardian Bravers) do is the will and equals of the state. You can slap your pussy, but it's not wise to defy.

"I'll try to appeal. I'll put it on the national religion trial. Witness statement, please."

"... don't get me into a mess"

"But the innocent were so murdered?

There is sin - it is a sin to have defied the central regime.

If we turn against the powerful, what awaits is ruin. I know that even a kid who just got his mind on it.

Shoji, who had been deprived of his glory in the past, knew about it with his own hands, but he held his mouth with shame. Leskia, who continues to succeed, never knows how miserable or hard it is. If you don't go through it, you can't know.

Living as a street braver, she is free even though she belongs to the kingdom.

He is also the type of person who thinks his beliefs are justice.

"It's over now. Forget it. I gave you the" Cut Off "and there's nothing we can do. Because the dead don't rise. Besides, Leskia, you said this was' official business' from the beginning. We're pawns, we just followed orders."

"... I know,"

It's not what anybody anywhere knows.

Not to mention not knowing what will happen to those who tried to slap themselves.

"I'm tired. You must be tired, too. I worked all night. Get some rest."

"Mmm, right...... yeah. Sorry. Get out of my way where I sleep...... good night, Shoji. Starting tomorrow, if I don't put Ser on when I call you, should I?

"Oh, respect me properly."

Reschia lowers her cheeks, aligning her legs and dropping them from her chair. He waved flickering as he did, disappearing from his bedroom into the hallway.

Not too sleepy, but it doesn't hurt to rest.

There may be remnants of the Demonic Church, but Louis Hawk also stays at this facility. I wouldn't mind a little distraction. I've been working so hard. I decide to rest my spirit and do it.

Shoji fell asleep.

but half asleep, half awake.

Leaning aside, various thoughts came to mind and disappeared.

I have to go to the territory where I got it.

Worried about what to do with Perfect Potion's business in the future. It's not a bad idea to give the band full powers and retire.

I also enjoyed living as a gangster, but it looks like a big turning point has come.

Even if we distance ourselves from the business of darkness, we are not willing to give the alchemist Percibel to anyone. You can buy the Perfect Potion recipe from her. It will be somewhat rude, but with a lot of money, you will understand.

With gold, you get most of your freedom and happiness.

It is the woman's gender who wants to keep poverty away and lead a full family. I don't know if they all are, but I'm sure Percibel, who tasted the debt bitterness, would apply. There's no point in inviting me to New Heaven and Earth or continuing forever with an alchemist who can't sell it.

Let's invite Lorelei and Holly. They're all cute women. Every woman I miss is loving.

That's right.

Why don't you take control of the territory yourself?

You can build a villa for the women. If you do the kingdom's mission, you'll earn money again. I am also concerned about the high yield of vineyards and lead mines. Does it fit with the actual numbers? Wrong paper and real numbers. Often.

Oh, I'm worried - what's wrong with you about land that you've never set foot on?

My heart is restless by the feeling of happiness that comes up from my stomach. I was bluffing, I put my back on the sea plains, and I dreamed of a scene drifting puffy. Thunder has roared and glorious sunny weather has eroded. It's a rainy cloud of atomic potion. The devil's potion to melt living and living things had no cakera of mercy either.

It's realistic when it comes to being in a dream.

A potion came down from people plundering their lives - their skin was sore, and the melted shoji woke up ha-ha.

"Damn...... you're hot"

woke up a bulky half.

My shirt stuck and I was uncomfortable because I sweated sleeping in a nightmare.

Retreat the towel kettle to miss the heat, shake your head without force, and look at the dim ceiling.

I was just going to sleep a little, but it was dark indoors and it was night again.

Have you been asleep for a long time?

It took awhile for my eyes to get used to dimness while blurring. Second, I heard things from afar. I thought it was a noise of wild cat intimidation, but it was a gold cut I was used to hearing.

I don't know, it's people screaming.

Equipment and something flashly bumped into each other - heavy objects fell.

There is a loud falling sound that wakes me up.

Next, the broken glass sound of crushing.

A metal rod falling out of something also makes a swirling noise around the ground with a tease.

"... trouble?"

Drinking the water, Shoji turned his back and got out of bed.

Even if the intruders are coming, Leskia or Louis Hawk should take care of it.

It's not like we're both losing to someone. So Shoji stepped out into the aisle in a slow motion. Walk down the aisle following people's noise and take a trip downstairs to the atelier.

"Ah...?

The lights are on. A pale light is shooting down the hallway from the floor.

A nasty, overwhelming smell of blood drifted through my nostrils. The closer you get, the darker the smell becomes. Disturbing signs burn your skin tingly. Something like a feeling of impatience hurt my chest.

Speaking of which, the working sounds of the magic conductor machines operated by the researchers were gone.

There's just an odd gushing sound of steam gushing out abnormally.

I approached the door and peered into the atelier - breathtaking.

The tragedy of blood was there.

The green antiseptic carpet had the bodies of dozens of researchers rolling like garbage. The limbs are bent and the head is lost. He is desperate, sprinkled with black blood.

Most of the demon-conducting machines, such as cylindrical tanks and polar piping, conveyor machines and distillation towers, are semi-destructed, with splashes of glass pieces and bone, producing black smoke.

In the steps at the back, the contenders were staring at each other.

One is Leskia, standing asleep but breathing up.

You got hit pretty good, your blonde hair was messed up and your whole body was scratched.

Still trying to stand up to the opponent you're confronting.

"Let go of that hand!

The end of the harsh voice - the grey-haired man - was Vermond.

He grabbed Liquorice's root and was making a move with a hard look.

To be sure, the atelier is just a trail followed by a magical bombing.

If the enemy thinks of him as a magician, it's not unnatural.

One step, Shoji stepped forward.

"What imitation?"

"Hey, Quick. I'll tell you yesterday, it's a lie that I sold it. The Chapter I had was taken away. Kill the whole village. While I was away."

Vermond's voice was dark. The end of the story was trembling, and there was bottomless anger in the exhaling breath. Mixed with killing intentions and hatred, it makes you feel darker and darker.

Who took it from you? Who took it?

It's not hard to deduce beyond that.

As far as I know we're collecting the Chapter, only one so far.

"Heh... heh... ahhh"

"Let Liquorice go! Doesn't matter!?"

"Doesn't matter? You guys don't know, so we talk about such delightful things. You guys who aren't magicians are like unwilling dolls. So I don't want to know how cruel this alchemy is."

Vermond, in an excited state, popped a mouth bubble and thrust it with a high voice.

Liquorice, who would bump her leg, was trying to resist, but was full because she was set on a throat wheel and pointed her finger into the other person's palm to ensure she breathed.

Shoji took a deep breath. Give me one hand.

"Vermond, let's make a deal. Don't you want the money?

"Oh, even though I used to want it. Because my daughter was sick...... I couldn't wait to. So I started taking requests for underground guilds. I had a gift for magic. What did you do? I thought it was my duty as a father to make money. My time with my daughter was gone, and when I came back from my big job, my daughter had not disappeared.“ Acid rain. "It's a hell of a rain that melts both humans and animals. I cut out my conscience and dyed my hands outrageously, and it all went pointless. Quick, you can laugh. I laughed too."

Atomic potion rain clouds - Vermond stayed in tears and hatred. He says he's converting suffering into a curse, but only the tip of his mouth laughs happily.

"I've been looking for you. The one who took the Seal and wiped out my whole village. He was not subordinate to the kingdom, and he did have an exclusive autonomy. But why did they have to kill us? Tell me, Quick. Why not? Could it be because it's bad when you find out you're collecting illegal stuff, or something like that? If so, what am I supposed to do? The only thing I'm already feeling is anger. There's nothing else left."

I couldn't answer that.

"Quick. Retreat. Looks like my leftovers, after all."

Louis Hawk rushed in.

I have an open book in my hand. It is a forbidden book (blacklist) in the form of a "Chapter" gathering together.

By the divinity of "Enhancement," the stains crept into the open book - that's probably the splash of atomic potion. As smoke rose from the book, they turned into fog and hung on Vermond as a rain cloud of will.

"'Countless bloomers,'"

Vermond spread his hands open and let them cross.

A barrier of palpable and spreading bubbles prevents the fierceness of the atomic potion - Louis Hawk, who 'enhanced' his physical abilities, dared to dance. Draw your sword out in a smooth motion and chop up the magic barrier with a sword judgment that reminds you of running water. Slashes were stacked from right to left.

Destroyed the barrier and evading, Vermond cast a spell and unleashed an arrow of light blades. Louis Hawk played diagonally with his sword an arrow of sorcery fired into a vertical row. As it was, he fell ill and fell on the magician's neck.

The blade muscle tore the thin skin of Vermond's forehead, which was stiff.

Liquorice tried to escape into a gap with her hands away.

Vermond used floating magic to create upward airflow, flying out the window as he rotated his flesh vertically. Put your foot on the window frame, and you're in an escape position. Pull your fingers against your lips and practice magic.

"" Flaming feathers. ""

About three butterflies appeared that lit a red fire. He danced through the air attracting transparent wings, flying toward Louis Hawk, Leskia, and Shoji. Louis Hawk tore that flaming butterfly in two by a long sword, and Shoji smashed it with his fist. Both butterflies blasted flashly and were subjected to no good by the flaming runoff.

It's a small, but definitely powerful, bombing magic.

Only Leskia was late in dealing with it. He reaches out and tries to wake up Liquorice as she crawls. My consciousness was totally towards you and I never noticed the magic of the bombing.

"Captain!"

"Eh."

Hazy Liquorice stretched her back and covered Leskia.

The butterfly of death with a flame on the back of his head hit him and a small explosion rolled up. Vermond's alias is called The Mage of the Head Blast. It boosted fame by targeting the subject's head and dusting it into dust. Has the ability to track that part of the target.

The bombing destroyed Liquorice's head - and blew it to pieces.

Only the torso leads to Leschia.

The blood fell like a fountain. What was a little girl turned into just a chunk of meat.

"Ah, ah..."

"Your heads were Wild Jack the Alchemist. Anybody, anywhere, I'm gonna get my revenge. On behalf of the weak or trampled by you. Thanks for organizing the party. It was fun."

Only the magician's throwaway dialogue that disappears like fog in the night darkness remains.

In the silent air, only the voice of a woman holding a corpse without her neck and sobbing sounded.

Reschia in front of the tomb shook her grief. All day, I didn't try to leave. He lined up words of regret and begged forgiveness in front of a crucifix pierced into the earth, from morning to night without eating anything and drinking. That I couldn't help. I was angry, moaning, suffering.

If you could have paid attention for just a second or even a few moments, Liquorice didn't have to die. That's how I went on blaming myself. I couldn't go back in time, and even though I knew I couldn't take it back, I didn't stop.

When the stars happened to arrive at night, the profound grief had turned into hatred.

The only way to make the murderer pay was to avenge him. I comfort my heart by thinking that it is my duty to crusade not only Vermond, but also the evil ones involved in this matter.

"Shoji, where's Louis Hawk?

"I traveled. Perhaps he went to deliver the" Chapter "to Wildjack. It's not going to be easy to build here anymore."

"Yes."

Stand up and look back.

I was no longer weeping, but I was not released from my sticky grief.

"How far, how far are you willing to kill?

"I don't know. But Vermond will be rewarded, and Master Wildjack will see. I will not forgive you by your response."

"I'm sorry it's not for free."

"So?"

"Tell me to help. I pulled Vermond. And this request was none of your business."

"Right..."

I got a ton of fists on my chest. My shoulders are trembling in small pieces. As energetic as it was, Leschia, who was active, had no shadow to see and bore a sloppy dark shadow.

"After work, please, you promised to listen to me, didn't you?

"Oh."

"Will you comfort me a little? Things seem to limit me, too."

remorse of death and hatred of enemies in the body. He was shaking in captivity by various emotions.

When you turn your hand around your shoulder and hug, your luxurious body is weak and you have no muscle tone.

I tried to speak up for something, but I couldn't do it either, and there was just a feeling of helplessness.