Garudeina Oukoku Koukoku Ki

The men are confused.

To one man just standing in front of me.

He was intent on attacking the village of Zaizen, taking money and committing food against a fisherwoman, but he can't help but one man who appeared sneaky from the shadows.

The reason for this is simple.

Silver-haired blue-eye.

Its appearance, clearly visible even under the moonlight, stops the men from moving.

Everyone in this world would know, a true story like a gaga, a noble race to emerge from it and be noble, Dragnil. Dragon blood, real myths, living legends. People are so vulgar, such as relative, that it is disrespectful to even look at each other.

If such numerous anecdotes and heirlooms were whispered fruitfully (seriously) and once in a lifetime, a rare species is even said to enrich life afterwards. In fact, even a small number of its species only live in dangerous areas where people cannot get in, and if they want to see it, they must go beyond the days of slashing away numerous demons and trampling the uncertain danger zone at their feet and rubbing down their spirits for days.

There's a presence in front of me right now that I thought I'd never meet.

I doubted my eyes many times. But it doesn't change no matter how many times I make sure. That silver-haired blue-eye is an unlikely trait other than dragnyl.

"I'll warn you only once," Ningen, "get lost from the scene. Don't bother my hand."

Too arrogant to say. But it is this race called Dragnil that is allowed to do so.

The men were solidified, with nothing to say or even leave to move.

Georg warned by choosing the most arrogant way to put it.

Because I know that is the way to say it based on the correct standing of man and dragnil in this world. I want to avoid violent shakedowns if I can. That's because it's not tenderness or sweetness, it's just a hassle to bias and it doesn't clog.

I know that even this difference in numbers, no, even a hundredfold difference in numbers, can only be a one-sided game. Sincerely, it seems that the aversion and aversion to killing people has also been shredded, but if it's just a hassle, I want to avoid it, probably since I was a human being.

"What's the matter, you can't even reply, or at least show it in action, fool? It would be an easy choice, lost or killed."

I could tell that some guy had a red tide in his face at the things he mocked with his nose.

This is the trouble with humans. If you are a wild animal or a high-ranking species, move into action at the moment you feel a difference in your strength. Choose between two things based on instinct, called "struggle or escape". But humans think in vain. It can be, for example, an intention, an attempt to protect something, or being captured by an undisputed pride or honor, but if it was a mistake, a mistake, in the first place, and even an act after thinking about it, it would be incorrect, I can't even look at it.

Yes, like these guys in front of me.

"It's clear...... it's decided to be an illusion or something"

"Damn... yes... yes!! There's no such thing as dragnill in here!

"Ha!! He's threatening me. He wants to see me like hell."

Reality escape, at least, it just seemed so to Georg.

"Right, I'll fight it, then I won't. Come on."

Hip swords don't even have to be pulled out. The men all had daggers and one-handed swords in their hands, which is why they decided that perhaps no one could use magic.

Georg acts like inviting the men with his right hand. Is that an unnecessarily stubborn bunch of people who are pushing forward with their momentum?

And a storm swept through the center of the flock.

That's all, in words, if you dare to describe it in detail, Georg, who jumped into the middle of the bandit's throat, waved his fist endlessly, just for that matter, but fists rolled out of motion that could not be captured in a person's eyes were in the earliest realm of the murder weapon, and as a result.

"... did I kill you too much?

Some face in a direction where their necks are not open, some bleed out of their mouths, while others have a broken sword blade pierced their necks......

zero survivors.

"I've never had a fight in my life before, and I've never had a fight in the first place...... I can't help it"

Yes, I convince myself. Is the only salvation you haven't realized there's no guilt, no blame for your conscience, etc.

"Ko... this is..."

When he heard such a voice and turned around, there stood a magnificent man with his face bright blue. No, I'm not one of those men, I'm looking at this one so that some other men and those who can be described as boys can peek out of the shadows.

Well, that's all the noise, of course.

Georg turns from body to body.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I'm Georg, Georg Stanford. It's a species called Dragnil."

Look at him who opens his eyes to that word of Georg, or falls like he has lost his mind.

< Oh, could I have missed this?

and one person, was Georg, who was comfortable thinking.