Glutton Berserker ~The One That Exceeds The Concept Of Levels~

When I say that, Seto makes his face stick at ease first.

And he knelt down like he had decided to, and he sat down on me.

It's not like I forced it. Seto volunteered to be grounded.

"Faith, please! I need your help! Let me water all my old obsessions, and I won't say what's convenient. But just this once..."

Seto threw countless stones at me to get out of the village. He is the son of the village chief and about four years older than me. central presence of the young people of the village. So everyone obeys what Seto does.

The rain of stone poured before me that day. It was a despair I couldn't resist.

By the way, the houses I lived in were set on fire by the village chiefs and turned into ashes.

He was subjected to a lukewarm and thorough exile from the entire village.

Seto like that is putting everything he's ever done on the shelf and begging me. Totally... isn't that a convenient story?

Human beings expelled to the village as unnecessary cereal crushing. Because that's been building strength after five years, he says it's still necessary. I'm sure Seto hasn't seen me. I'm just seeing if I have power or not.

Seto, now rubbing his head against the floor at my feet, was even a pitiful one, unlike five years ago, when he was a powerful man. And either from the stress of not being able to find a samurai to save the village, or the heavenly side of his head was balding heavenly.

"You're right, please... please. I need your help. I'll do anything I can."

Well, if you're gonna poke around here, I'm not gonna help you from the beginning. Fine, you can stop by my hometown... because I want to report you to my parents' sleeping grave before I go to Gallia. Then I'll just feed my soul to my bulimia skills.... That's all we're talking about.

Never because I want to help you young bald.

"Okay. Let's go to the village."

"Is that true! Thank you. Then we'll go to the village early tomorrow morning."

That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna stand up. I'm gonna shake my head. I'll wait till morning. 'Cause that's a swallowing one. Are you really worried about the village?

"We're going now."

"What, the sun is already setting. The night is too dangerous. Besides, it's cloudy today. If you walk on a dark night lane with the lights on, you'll be targeted by demons"

"Isn't that a good thing? I can't believe you're dropping by from the demon, saving me the trouble of looking."

With that said, Seto blues his face and shivers the blurb.

That!? Did I say something strange? I think we can hunt more efficiently.

Then the Black Sword Greed, who had his hands on the pattern, comes through his "Reading Mind" skills.

'How you hunt a bunch of goblins and all that makes you a biased thought. Remember the battle against Kobolt.'

He said, "I know."

Indeed, I have too little experience fighting demons other than goblins. Something about goblins got so extreme that I could hunt even while I was stretching out. Enough with the goblin slayer.

Yeah, Grid's right to think about it by that weakest demon standard, that's a problem.

It may also be affecting that I got a second floor yesterday and just hunted a ton of goblins to check its performance.

On the ride, the feeling of hunting a few hundred or so seems to have contaminated it to the point of thought. Well, in its shadow, the number of goblins in the Wang capital will have dropped dramatically for a while.

Because I was talking to myself about bumps, I'm looking at this one with Seto's anxious eyes.

"Um... are you sure you want to go now?

"Oh, the lights don't go on instead. I have a good night's eye. Follow me."

"... ok. Let's follow Faith. You're the only samurai I can count on."

You're a samurai... it looks like I am to Seto. Finally, I may be starting to look like a samurai from a servant. That's what you take for granted, because you've bullied the bad samurai of the gala.

The sun sets and we leave Tetra, the merchant capital. From here, we aim for our hometown village in the back of the mountain to the west.

Before I was kicked out, there must have been about sixty people living in the village.

The main agricultural product is the cultivation of medicinal herbs grown only in fresh streams. So each household makes a living.

This herb is called meal, but it often gets sick, and the harvest is unlikely to be as good as I thought. Every time, my father bowed his head to the village chief and asked him to share the food.

It was also significant that his father had "spear moves" skills that were allowed to happen. The village is somehow in a place where few demons come. But rarely, when demons got lost in the village, it was because my father was chasing them back.

Fathers have value for use. So the incompetent son of a rice-eater also had a big look at him from the villagers.

That didn't last forever either. My father died of illness, and only an incompetent piece of trash named me was left behind.

I desperately cultivated the herb and managed to contribute to the village, but it didn't work. I lost my back shield called my father, and I suck at herbal cultivation. Unsalvageable incompetence awaited exile from the village.

Well, I don't know how to say "bulimia" I've never seen or heard of originally. Maybe that was also a cause of hatred from the villagers. If we'd left him like this, there would have been some weird rumors going around telling the village that we would have brought misfortune.

Totally...... my relationship with the villagers in my hometown was unilaterally the worst.

Remembering the old days, I don't get much care and go down the grassy mountain path.

"Hey, Seto. We're late, stay with us."

"Sorry."

Seto doesn't have the "dark vision" skills like I do, so it would be like this.

I don't have a hobby for holding hands with men, so I want them to follow me properly.

There's a voice on my back hurrying ahead.

"Hey, Faith. They showed it to me at the tavern earlier, but you're getting very strong. I used to be so weak..."

"Really? I'm not eating that much right now, so I don't think it's very strong. Is that normal?"

"Want some?"

Seto raising a strange voice to my words. Look at me like that, I'm not going to teach you.

"I don't care about that. We have to hurry."

"Whoa. But can I ask you one thing? I don't know if you'd like to come this far and ask... but I still want to hear it"

"What the fuck?"

"Faith still resents us, the villagers?

He thinks I'm coming to the village to get revenge for being weird. Really... we've come this far and now we're talking.

But I guess I found a samurai who could save the village and finally get my head around other things. That's right, I've just been through a lot of trouble until I bald my head.

We silently took the night lane with each other for quite some time. And I sighed,

"If I tell you I don't resent you, you're lying. But that's where my parents sleep, too. I just want to take care of that."

I hate you guys. But I'll save you for your parents. That's the thing.

A saint of virtue would preach how to have a heart that forgives men. But just how much I forgive myself, and if they don't change, it doesn't make sense.

Otherwise, they'll stay fucked forever. I tasted so much at the Brerick family that I didn't like it.

So I guess... I also wanted to know if the villagers in my hometown have changed in the last five years.

Seeing Seto desperately plead for the village at the liquor store, I guess I expected that maybe that village had changed in a good direction since then.

I don't know, in the end, I did that... maybe I can't get rid of the untrained in my hometown.

There's an important time there where I lived with my father. I think I felt like turning it into a good memory.

Dark night lanes, about four more over the mountains, a small village was seen.

There is a slight leak of light in the house. Apparently, the demon hasn't made a full-scale raid yet.

"Here we are, let me see your father, the village chief."

"Oh, I'd love to meet you. I'm the one who brought you here. I will never let you say anything bad about Faith. Let it all work. So, what about the demon, please?"

Deeply bowing Ceto. After all, this guy wasn't Seto five years ago.

I just hope the other villagers are as different as he is.