Goblin Kingdom

Pull yourself back to the sound of an approaching arrow from behind. The moment you think you've passed overhead, you kick the ground to the signs of the enemy jumping from directly above.

A small bow is erected, but the enemy's arrow is released again without time to release the arrow.

When I tongued with remorse, I had no choice but to flip myself out of a narrow alley and flee.

"Follow him!"

Shoot an arrow in retrospect at the enemy who follows a short order. Arrows that can't afford to be targeted succeed in reducing enemies, but something cold runs on their spines in gradually approaching footsteps.

Puel was the only one, in the fight against the assassins.

When you pull the dagger out of your belt, throw it without turning around. When I hear a slight creeping scream, I stop and flip. Inside the slightly bewildered signs of the enemy, he cuts in with a pulled dagger.

Rip through the two swords that are cut off directly from the side, and slip through the neck of the enemy. Leap away from long swords that strike your feet almost simultaneously. Throw the dagger in your hand and pull out the new dagger.

A wielded dagger makes a hard noise and bounces back.

"Damn!?

Unexpectedly a distressed voice leaks to Puell, and the opponent waves his sword even more silently. The feeling of colliding steel on Puell's dagger that turned to prevent it. Puell chewed up a scream and jumped away at the feeling of ripping through the skin that attacked him shortly afterwards.

The dagger I did take, I waved. The other guy was supposed to be one.

Sometimes we don't know how much superhuman hearing a blind puer has, but we don't see it. To the sound of treading on enemy sand, Puel rises back from the sea of thought.

The enemy has stuffed the distance silently to Puel, who lags slightly behind in an attempt to take the distance.

The enemies, who pack the distance slightly without showing any gaps, were definitely skillful. It is not a number of things, such as enemies that Puel has defeated so far.

When she can do it if she shows her back, she understands by the pressure she feels on her skin. Now, I don't know if I can win by playing a battle.

I ran away for a long time, but judging by the sound of the wind, they wouldn't be out of the slums fighting. Deciding she can't count on help, she only takes half a step back.

The sound of the enemy coming forward slaps her eardrum.

Puell restarts his dagger slightly to the pressure of an even stronger enemy. Because the blood that flowed through my arms wet it all the way between my fingers.

The enemy did not miss that moment. The step was only fierce, but the action that killed as much noise as possible was undisputed, first-rate assassin moves.

Twist your body so as to avoid enemy daggers that are protruded.

Shortly afterwards Puell's ears captured a strange mechanical sound that rattled. And the blade I should have avoided rips Puell's deeply worn hood, and the hair I was putting together spreads.

From her waving a dagger to distance again, the enemy assassin laid down his weapon as he distanced himself.

"Elves."

Reacting to the long ears seen from between his hair, the assassin accidentally opens his mouth but has nothing more to say, inflating his intent to kill so much that Puell can also feel it.

The battle in the narrow back alley, and in the proximity situation, was enough to give Puell a decision that his assassin opponent was impossible. Then she thinks about surviving.

It is no exaggeration to say that she is now single-handedly challenged by the alleged "Webbles Dagger” of the Assassination Blood Alliance. I wasn't willing to throw my life out easily because I couldn't win the battle in front of me.

Jiri, she takes a step back.

Naturally, the other person packs a step away. It's hard to reverse this situation unless Puell has a Felby-like sword genius.

If the magic could not be used on Puell, then yes.

Puel sets up a dagger to cover his mouth so that he is not enlightened by the spell he chants in his mouth. The enemy jumped in at the same time filling the distance slightly to Puell, who took a step back to invite the target even more.

Throw a dagger in your hand to aim at it.

"Wind, give me strength!"

Though less powerful, chant the magic of wrapping wind magic around easy-to-apply weapons to increase the speed and power of throwing. The enemy, who was about to deflect on the brink, is stunned by an accelerated sword-throwing at once, and decides it is inevitable to jump away.

She accidentally pounds her tongue on a dagger that gathers the wind that plundered her shoulders and chases Puell with her gaze, but she had already turned her back and moved on to the escape.

The crisis in Puell, which runs with the wounds contained, was still ongoing, without being able to take first aid measures either.

"There he is!

Four enemies, along with footsteps from the front.

The loss of concentration caused by her injuries had reduced her ability to perceive her enemies. Breathing on her shoulders, she sets up a dagger, but the more time passes, the more disadvantaged she becomes.

So far, or I can hear a scream and a fury in her ear when she decides to be ready.

"Mr. Puell!

"Hey, Schrae, don't be quick. Take it!

"What, you kids!?

Runaway Adventurer (Rookie) boy Shrei and Girl Lou, a follower of Healing Goddess (Zenobia). They have waved their swords and joined the battle to help Puel.

The two rush to Puel's place with a gap in the enemy.

"Heal in my name."

A warm light wrapped her along with a spell she chanted Lou, healing her arm wounds.

"Why..."

"Because you can't leave the person you took care of alone!

"We've been together for a short time, haven't we? Mr. Puell wouldn't abandon his people!

Puell couldn't have been unaware of the feelings of the two men acting bright in an effort to distract their fears. Puell pushed them both away because this wasn't going to happen.

But Puell was still aware of himself feeling something warm somewhere in his heart.

"... so the kids are ready to die, huh?

If Shrei and Lou confirmed, the number of enemies in front of them was higher than earlier, five more. And it keeps growing from behind.

"Kill him!"

Shrei tried to move forward with courage in front of the enemies attacking him with anger.

"What, hello!?

To the screams rising from behind the enemy, I realized that help had come.

"Hey, hungry ghosts, where have you been!

Somewhere fluent its voice is low and trembles around. Even if you take one long sword to wield, it makes you feel a difference in experience and strength that is incomparable with Shrei and others.

"Rock, shoot out the enemy!"

Whether waving a long sword or using magic, doing so without graduation is reminiscent of Felby, the warrior of the Fairy of the Wind (Sylph), but he felt strongly that the person who came in to help was under the protection of the God of the Earth (Nmallow).

Silver hair on wheat skin, long ears peeking between that hair is a testament to the intense continuation of fairy blood. Without paying any attention to the return blood, the way he kicked the elephant in front of him seemed to be a painting, like a warrior chosen by God.

"There you are. Hungry ghosts... and are you a brother (elf)?"

He instantly dominates his surroundings, and when he looks down at his groaning enemies, he comes all the way to Puell. The man, who would take the form of looking down at Puell, raised an old-fashioned name that would be passed down to the fairy clan.

"My friend in the north (Noisern Arata), I'll be the first to see you. My name is Berk Arsen Roion of the Soil Fairy Clan (Gnome). I'm traveling because I'm late."

"A migratory bird?"

Four races of fairy clan. Silf, Gnome, Windy, Salamandle. All are exclusive races, but for various reasons, there are those who leave the settlement.

Especially in the custom of the Gnomes, those who left the settlement to discuss family hedging may build vows not to return to the settlement until they have fought for their vengeance. They sometimes have ancient words behind their names that say "migratory bird" or “no inn” and reveal their identities.

When Puell, who would still be young, found out that he had the knowledge, Berk slightly jumped his neat brow.

"You're right, it's quick and helpful. Quick, but I need you to answer the question."

Berk's gaze overlooking Puel is as stiff and pointy as a

"Do you know the sworddancer (sworddancer) Sale Beauk of the Fairy Clan (Gnome) of the Enemy of my clan?

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Galand Rifenin, the holy knight who held the people of the West Capital under his control in the king's capital of the kingdom of Germion, was in the royal castle, along with Yuan, his deputy.

Called was the captain's office of the guards guarding the security of the king's capital.

"Are you here? Saint Knight Galand Rifenin"

If you let Yuan wait outside, Garland enters that room alone.

"I've been busy. I don't give a shit. I wouldn't forgive you for running errands."

To Garland, who is quick and evil, the magnificent martial officer who is head of the Guardian Corps frowned.

"Be careful what you say. You've been ordered to appear."

"So, why should I be ordered to appear? Let me know why."

Guardian leaders are traditionally highly regarded nobles who often gain their place. It was one of the few forces held by the king alongside the king's army, a force under his direct command.

"It's still a warning, but how do you get involved with the right people? If you're the Holy Knight, a little more...... hey! Garland!"

"I've always hated preaching. If that's all you have to do, I'm leaving."

To Garland, who tongues and turns his back, the head of the regiment cuts to the point as he tongues.

"The complaint is up. I'm gonna sue you."

"Ho."

The head of the Guards feels something cold on his back in the dangerous light of Garland's eyes as he looks back.

"Now it was a bullshit complaint with no roots or leaves, but if it stacked up, I'd have to embark on a full investigation. You know what I'm talking about?

"Well, thank you, gentle captain."

"His Majesty the King, come worried."

"... if that's all the requirements, I'm going home. Like I said, I'm busy."

"You know what, Garland!

Ignoring the voice of the captain close to fury, Garland leaves the room.

"No, you're in trouble with the hero, too."

It was plenty of fat civilians who showed up after Garland disappeared. When he stands next to the leader of the regiment, shaking his head, he lifts up a line of commanders who have no heart to follow.

"I think we should pay a little more respect to the kingdom's honorable chief of corps for coming to the umbrella and behaving as a bystander."

"But it is true that he is the undisputed power of the kingdom. Your Majesty cares about the painful hands of the Western defeat."

"But that's why treading on the dignity of the law can be poison rather than medicine against the kingdom."

"I know! Isn't that why you're reprimanding Garland"

Sighing in exaggeration, the clerk leaks words, as he suppresses and twinkles between the eyebrows.

"Absolutely. It seems like it would be nice to know the hardships of Lord Hero a little more..."

A subtle change of power was taking place in the court, culminating in the King while the West fell and Garland was desperately rebuilding its army.

It is a decline in the King's own voice with the death of Gowen Raneed. The defeat of a knight who was the king's right arm and who had supported the kingdom for many years wounded the king's authority in conjunction with the defeat of the Royal Army that sent him.

A holy knight is the culmination of a martial arts. As a result, I can't stay out of feelings of jealousy or envy. Especially from a bunch of court nobles who have no choice but to claim their own patterns. That is something terrific.

As the frustrating Garland tries to leave the castle in rough footsteps, he finds the face he sees and stops that leg.

"Hey, Lord Hero."

Sivala Bandier, a knight of both hearts laughing with a disoriented face.

"What, are you preaching too?

"I don't know what that is."

Sheevara laughs fearlessly at Garland, who looks grumpy.

"I was hoping to get permission to augment the Southern forces. On the side of the Free Cities group of everything, there seems to be a dramatic increase in damage to the Warcraft..."

"Oh, you do have more warcraft coming from the west. It's a good training for soldiers."

"It's the same."

Bye, then, and I'll wave and drop off Seavala, and Garland leaves the castle.

"I have a few stops to make. Go home first."

"You've just been noticed, haven't you? As a deputy, I'd like to trust my boss."

"... it's not funny to follow you."

I said Seavala, I said this Yuan, and there was a clear gathering of opinions around Garland at some point. Feel it tickle just a little bit, and Garland snorts.

What he headed for was a slaver's mansion in the commercial district.

"What is this place?

Ignoring Yuan, who turns the gaze of doubt, Garland creeps through the gates of the mansion.

"You have a husband. Tell them Garland's here to see you."

As soon as he opens the door and enters the mansion, Yuan swallows his doubts and guards his silence over the appearance of a high-pressure Garland sometime.

"Shh, my husband says he's not here..."

Grabbing the chest of the servant who came out, Garland repeats again in Doss's dominant voice.

"There's no next time. Tell your husband Garland's here."

Dropping off a servant running away screaming, Garland looked back at Yuan, who looked unhappy.

"What?

"I don't want to sue my superiors for blackmail."

"Don't worry."

Really, I hope so, and Yuan braced his belly as he sighed inside. If it sucks, you can't let the people of the West Capital get lost in the streets.

Sue this man in front of you and tell him to lead the people of the West Capital.

"Here this is, Master Garland!

Coming out of the back to roll was an emerging rising merchant who one day was entangled in lecia.

"Sounds like you're making money... it's a pretty good mansion"

"That's it, of course. Thanks to His Excellency Garland."

Obviously to the suspiciously behaving merchant, Garland forcefully leads him into the room with a fierce grin.

"Ho, what can I do for you today?"

To the obviously frightened merchant, Garland joins his legs when he sits on the couch, as he picturesque the arrogant shores.

"Money."

This is when Yuan looks up to heaven with despair that there may not be many days left to say this man as superior officer, Garland takes over the word.

"But not for me. Lend it."

"... I don't know"

Only Garland had spotted the brilliance of the merchant's peculiar little cunning eyes.

"Five hundred pieces in gold... right. Interest is like five centimeters a year or something"

Garland looks down at the merchant with his bottom-cold eyes as he strokes his successful jaw.

"Oh, you're so unaccompanied!

To the screaming merchant, Garland approaches the standing merchant.

"You should be able to get it out. I have the financial resources to hire even assassins... my father is doing business extensively in the Shreddinist country, right? Ah?"

This was almost an intimidation already, but it was this merchant himself who put people in the royal castle without permission, albeit for escort. Sometimes about Lecia, she was in a position where she had to drink Garland's demands.

As he nods the merchant on the verge of crying out, Garland willingly leaves the mansion behind.

"... when the complaint comes up, you can't take sides."

It was Yuan stabbing the nail, but when Garland laughs with his nose, he drives Yuan away like even a bug pays for it.

"Oh man...... be careful not to get stabbed from behind"

Due to the impending training time for soldiers, Yuan breaks up with Garland and heads to the Western Eight Forts, where the people of the West Capital await.

After breaking up with Yuan, Garland heads to some slums within the King's capital. Security is not very good among the king's capital in that area, where low-income items were gathered together.

When you enter a small dirty liquor store that would also be a whorehouse, you find the person you want and recommend your feet. I guess the person had already been drinking to be bathed from day to day. The smell of liquor drifting around and the man's body odor mixed together to smell very bad.

The clothes you wouldn't have washed in days and the armor you're wearing is so dirty leather that you don't know the original color. He was holding the wall back and drinking to protect the short spear he had in his hand.

A deep neighborhood beneath my eyes and a sleazy beard. An ancient wound from forehead to cheek made the man's face vicious.

"I looked for it. Bertazar."

"What does a hero look like to me?"

When I open my mouth to throw it away, I stare at Garland with terrible dark eyes.

"Work."

Cut out an errand with few words and throw a bag full of silver coins in front of a middle-aged man called Bertazar.

"... say no"

"Your daughter, I'm sure her name was Leeza."

"That's..."

"What are you doing now?

To the silent Bertazar, Garland tells the rest of the requirements.

"The job is simple. Go into the western realm and get Goblin's neck. One gold coin if rare. Five gold coins for Noble. If it's more than that, we'll pay for it."

It was the staring Garland and Bertazar, but it was Bertazar who missed the gaze.

"That's got a commission in it. The departure is with all the other participants in ten days. Don't tell anyone, of course."

Garland turns his back on Bertazar, who sees the commission thrown in silence.

"Please. Bertazar of the Spear

Garland was discerning that King Ashtar was willing to defend himself for the moment. But from Garland, who had twice fought the Goblins, he could see another defeat to the Goblins even if he was defensive.

For one thing, Goblin's speed of increasing his power is overwhelming the human side. It took two years to raise a recruit in one serving, doing Gowen, who probably had nothing to go out to the right in the Kingdom of Germion regarding the troopers.

But Goblin has thickened the formation in about a year. It would be possible to extend your life if you let yourself shrink like a tortoise like this. But I never thought I could beat the goblins.

I cannot disobey the king's orders.

It is most desirable, for example, that the goblins attack us.

The small group of forts surrounding the people of the West, led by Yuan, can let them keep even a year if they just play defense, trying to be attacked by three times as many goblins.

Thus, even if Garland abandons his bullying, he dyes his hands in the sludge of the plot.

Use life that can be bought with gold to reduce the power of both goblins. Or even if it doesn't extend, provoke both goblins and don't let them rest.

Now, if you think about it, you can see that Gowen left the task of a Lecian escort to himself in the dark woods because he craved one person who could move man as a force of war.

"Now, dammit..."

The enormous enemies who say goblins and the excessive responsibility to defend the country hang on their shoulders.

To the size of the lost, Garland bit his teeth.

Ten days later, those who secretly received Garland's request from the King's Capital left for the West End.

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