◆ Roland ◆

The other day, I ran down the hallway that I didn't use, and I opened the door between my eyes.

"Are you Roland?"

I wonder if I was in my late thirties when I was in my late thirties.He wore a sword on his waist, but he was a young man who seemed to be everywhere.I'm sitting on the throne, but it doesn't look good on me.

Next to it lay Lila, dirty with blood.

Lyla!

"It's okay, I used the magic of state preservation."It should hold for a while. It was also used on your right arm. "

I guess it was the fake who used that magic to fight the Almerías now.

Do you think I'm taking my life...?

The blood on the mouth and wound appears to be dry.

If I go to see a doctor, I will not come early.

“I'm Van Garyard, a former blacksmith from this country who emigrated to the Kingdom of God Rubens to join the Blacksmith Guild.Right now, I manage this country. "

"The country, huh. The general on the mountain must feel good."Satisfied with collecting the dolls of the dead? "

“I'm not bothering anyone.On the contrary, we are trying to rebuild this ruined country.We've wiped out all the monsters and bandits in the area. "

"I don't mean to deny it. If you're happy, that's fine.The area around Jørvensen was considered to be a particularly dangerous area, but if it were swept away, it wouldn't be called that anymore.I can just say thank you. "

Whether I was happy to be praised or not, I felt a little nervous.

I knew it, Roland. You should be with me.

"How did that happen?"

"Now we can create a new country!"Diaquitepe is with you! "

What the hell is that?

Is that what Van wants?

"It's really childish..." Want to have a good year and build your own country?

Were you longing for it or just wanting to show off your abilities... I think it's the latter that you talked to.

I shook my head loosely.

"I'm a guild official." I'm not interested in ruling the country or politics. "

After all, the original won't listen to me.

"I don't have a hobby of long talks with men.My goal is the demon woman who sleeps there. I'll have it returned to you. "

"She came here on her own accord, nothing to return."I didn't force it on you. "

"I will ask the details later."The only unforgivable thing is that it didn't “restore” the dead, it didn't provoke Elvi, it hurt Lila. ”

As for Elvi, I think his head acted on the bad side, so I can flush him down the water.

“Diaquitepe hopes to rebuild this country.I don't want you to take me home. "

"Don't you talk about Lila's thoughts."

The reason is not thin. Something else seems to be going on.

There's something original about Lila that she can't fake.

"Anyway, she needs to stay with me."

Van stood up.

"What did you like about Lila?"

"This is how you come desperately."It's proof that you're capable. "

“I won't deny it, but I'm not here because Lila's good.”

I think I heard about the King's assassination a long time after my right arm was lost.

If you want me so much, you can just 'copy' me from the fake.There would have been time for that.

But as far as I know, my fake is the only one at the moment.

……

Dead people, magic weapons... [restored] to make something dead again as an object.

Making a fake like me or Lila is "duplicating".

For example, "duplicate" can only be made from the original, so that means that it passes through a certain muscle.

My fake was made from my right arm.

That's why, to put it in more detail, 'fakes are made from the original ecological parts'.

Then we can keep the real Lila close at hand.

Is there a difference in the strength and performance of the body as an individual that is better to "replicate" than to "restore"?

If you don't seem to be the confident type in your arms, or if you don't have a fake Lyra, you might want to keep the original on hand so that you can "replicate" it again.

If you're expecting something, it's natural to think like that.

Well, I don't need to make sure my predictions are correct.

Immediately thinking about the effects, scope, and limitations of a skill is like an occupational disease of an adventurer examiner.

"I'm going to ask you to return Lila." I can't let the king play with me. "

“You don't need your permission for her to be here, do you?”

"Oh, right. I want Lila to stay with me.So this is just my ego. "

That day.

I killed myself the day I became an assassin.

Now I feel like I can finally hear myself faintly.

A dozen or so [Hounds] jumped in through the door, followed by [Stone Giant].

Van is trying to transport Lyla with his men.

I sighed one sigh.

"Do you think this will buy you time?"

The "Thin Shadow" skill was activated.

While the red three eyes were rough, the [Hound] was pierced from the blind spot, and the two bodies and abdomen were pierced with magic armor, rendering them incapable of battle.

"The 'Hound'...!!"

"In the blink of an eye, you're being knocked down one by one...!?"

I heard that [Hound] is strong, but at this speed...!!

I heard a voice of amazement from my men.

The confused [Hound] starts firing indiscreetly and hits the [Giant Stone Soldier] directly.The [Giant Stone Soldier], who regarded it as an enemy, began to fight back.

It was a sight I often saw on the battlefield.

This is what messes up people and weapons.

I don't have to do this.

"Hey, what are you doing?!"

Van shouted frustratedly.

While I was being stunned, I was trying to carry Lyla away from my staff one by one.

Without exception, it turned into a muddy liquid.

Eh-

I said softly in front of Van, who was stunned.

"Do you know that? A wolf commanded by a sheep is weaker than a sheep commanded by a wolf."

I could see Van's skin foaming and zozy-zozy.

"Damn, this!"

I turned around and attacked with the back of my hand.It was an amateur attack that Roque had never fought.Snotlout, I caught it.

"Enough."

Van, gnashing his teeth, strokes me sharply.

"My skill, the Armory, can make many people happy!"Don't make it just like an out-of-the-way skill! ”

"I think it's a good ability. Unlike mine."

But, Van.

"That's a good line from someone who's ever made someone happy.It's not a good line for a man who can't make a woman happy.I'm working hard, too.I can't say much about people. "

"Shut up, shut up!"

Then Van's body began to glow.

Steel armor, similar to that of the Hounds and Stone Giants, covered Van's entire body.There are still three red eyes in the eye area.

Roger said there was another magic weapon he didn't know how to use, but this is it.

It's a magic weapon called 'armor (gear)'.

As Van swung and scatted, he held the 'gun' in his other hand.

The sword was the same type as the demon sword I had deposited with Elvi.

"Come on."

As I said, the enemy was right in front of us.

Guns, guns...

The "gun" barks and releases a bullet.

The demon sword was waiting for him as he dodged the twist on his waist.

I felt relieved that it was still out of range.

I began to suck up magic power from the surroundings and let out magic light from outside the distance.

"Shit."

When I dodged the attack, I was slashed.

The [Gun] was fired, followed by the sword's magic ray, followed by the slash.

I'm supposed to be an amateur, but I'm proficient in movement.Besides, the reaction is also good.

Is this the power of Armor (Gear)?

“It accelerates your consciousness many times, increases your reaction speed, and accumulates and reproduces the movements of those who used to equip it!”

I see, it's a convenient substitute.

"Diaquitepe was no match for the Gun."

It's like a child with a toy.

What's in it for you to reveal what you've got?

The demon sword was sucking some magic power, but it was mainly sucked from Lila, who was unconscious.Lila's health is disturbed by this.

I can't afford to take the time.

When I put on the feint and took the back, it reacted faster than I expected.

"I don't think you can take the back with that much!"

The "Thin Shadow" skill was activated.

Unleash some more magic from your magic arm.From the wrist, it hit Van directly in the face.

"What the hell was that?!?"

You don't know.

I didn't even know I was a fake who knew the skills.

Don't forget that humans are the ones who use mega-gear and weapons.

And beyond being a human being, the blind spot of consciousness is absolute.

It was easy to take the 'gun' out of the hands of a totally impatient van.

It's the same as putting on and taking off some branch manager's underwear.

The bullet I saw had an unknown technique written on it.

Perhaps this particular bullet was the one that shot Lyla.

Can you prevent this with that [armor (gear)]?

"What!? - Stop it!"

Bullets are fired with the sound of a burst.

Biggi and cracked in 'Armor (Gear)'.

"Ah... uu, shh..."

Van holds onto the affected area, and you kneel.

There were a few rounds left, so I fired them all in.