Heavenly Castle

With Richter's guidance, we entered the city using a way out of the walls.

Robust walls made of countless sharpened rocks assembled together, but Richt dismantles the stone walls like a puzzle at best.

After a while, it was a round entrance where each person could bend over and get in. Something that doesn't collapse well, but the durability of the walls will definitely be down.

If this wall is destroyed and this country is destroyed, can we say indirectly that the revenge of the former slaves has succeeded?

"... Speaking of which, I think we've had concrete building materials a long time ago, but you haven't seen them so far"

With that in mind and whining, we enter the city.

but there was a problem.

The little loopholes didn't let the A1s in. As two big robots bend themselves so hard, they cry.

"... the golem would be better left to wait outside"

"Are you okay?"

Eira looked anxious at Aifa's words, but Yuri smiled pompous.

"Master Aifa is there, and I am, albeit with a slight force. Most importantly, the Great Sorcerer, Lord Tyke, is with you."

When Yuri persuaded her, Eira stroked her breasts down in a ho.

"Oh, right. Master Taiki is here, but if I were you,

Eira walks one step closer to this one with a bright smile on her face.

Excuse me. I'd like to be on your side to protect you, too.

Glad to say so, look at Aifa and Yuri.

"If you two can escort me, you'll be fine."

"I'll take care of it"

"Yes."

A good reply came back. It is a relief.

"A1, wait at Mr. Leticia's. If he's in danger, you're gonna protect Mr. Leticia, right?

Looking back and telling him so, A1 agreed to stay crawling across the hole and drooling.

And then we take two of them and walk away.

"... can you move away? The boulders are like Tyki."

Richt gives an exclamation for the way it is. Eira's bragging about it had led Richter to mistake me for a great sorcerer.

I want to understand the misunderstanding, but I can't explain the robot in depth, so I'm putting it on hold.

Richt groaned excitedly, "Master Taiki is an amazing man," and so on, repairing the holes in the walls in a way he was used to. It has a pretty beautiful finish for putting the pong and stone in it. Perhaps there's really an order to put stones on each shape and color like a puzzle.

With that in mind, the walls were quickly restored as they had been.

"Thank you for waiting. Come on, this way."

Licht leads the way and walks out.

The holes were all distracted by empty walls, but the view around them was terrible.

It's not exactly a favela, no, it's more like it.

Rubble of a crumbling building rolling right off the walls. Mysterious garbage or run-down that emits a strange odor. You can also stretch the weeds grown from the cobblestone gaps that are crushed or cracked.

Wouldn't it be better if there were barely any bodies of people?

Richter walks away in such a tragic place.

Richt stopped when he bent over a thin, dirty alley, proceeded, bent over, and noticed that he was no longer even sure which direction he was pointing now.

"... Richt? Who are they?"

A voice appeared, three men from the corner behind the alley. They're men in dark shades of robes, like assassins. He has a lean face, but his eyes are glowing glitter and dim light.

"Delight! Lord Tyke and his men. You're going to help us!

Richt replied so excitedly. The answer to the men was not jealous enough, no matter what they thought, and was too unnatural.

The three men who heard Richt's words silently put out a dagger from under the robe and set it up. Under the robe was armor that looked like it had been used.

"... Richt. I hear you were taken by the noblemen a few hours ago."

Have you been humiliated?

"Or some kind of medicine"

The men smash their distance from this one by one, asking orally.

"Hey, wait a minute! I'm not being manipulated or anything! These people are really good nobles! Not with our target motherfuckers!

Richt speaks out in haste, but the three did not relieve themselves of any alarm.

"It's a hassle. Blow it with the magic of the wind."

Aifa groans pompously, and I sigh in arms.

"If we argue here, it's going to sound later. I'd like to persuade you if I could..."

That said, I turn my consciousness to the exchange between the three men and Richt, but my opinion follows parallel lines everywhere. Troubled, Aifa opened her mouth with one hand against the men.

"Be careful not to let them get hurt"

Aifa, who gave up early, went in to prep for sorcery. Then, the three men also move up tension at once.

"He's a magician!

"Don't be alarmed!

"We're going all at once!

One-touch instant. No, is it with the earliest ignition line lit?

Thinking about Aifa's double-play, which is going to happen with that in mind, and the care of the three men who wore it down afterwards, there was another person's voice from behind the alley.

"Wait!

In that voice the three stop moving and Aifa also interrupts the chant.

"Ray's Grandpa"

When Richt called his name, the Lord of the Voice slowly walked from the back. I saw him somewhere, an old man dressed in miserable clothes.

"Oh, what about Grandpa?"

I remembered: an old man who was told that he had stolen bread and was being kicked by tough men. You guessed what I remembered, and the old man called Ray came forward fluttering staring at this one.

Ray stood in front of me, lowered his head deeply and opened his mouth.

"That time, it was really helpful. I thought I'd be killed on the spot like that... you just defeated that barbarian or even treated me..."

"No, never mind"

Replying Japanese to Ray, who bows his head many times, Richt stared at the three men with a hazy face.

"Look, look! I even had Ray's grandfather help and you guys are still willing to point the sword at me!?

He was yelled at, and the men looked at each other before hiding their swords under their robes.

And what a complicated face the three of them look at this one and bow their heads.

"... sorry"

"I can't believe there are good nobles..."

"Some nobles like you..."

While I laughed bitterly at the three unspeakable apologies, I was heartily pleased that I had not had to contend.