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The village chief's house is this way.

Emily took the lead, walking away early enough, then again carrying Camille, Jonathan, and Moral continue.

Along the way, several buildings are dotted but mostly built with bungalows and attics, naturally wooden.

Camille tells me that the roof is a little steep because the snow is hard to build up.

The attitude of Emily's brother, this 7-year-old boy, has also changed considerably.

He said to himself that he wanted Jonathan to meet him, and he smiled for a long time.

Eventually, I see a building that is bigger than the rest of the building.

This was the house of Anselm Bacchus, the head of this village.

Emily turns the knob on the door of the house the way she knows herself and walks inside.

"Mayor, are you there? I have a report for you?

Emily calls out the back from the front door.

"Oh!?

Then there was a reply from a wild voice.

Out came a giant man weighing nearly 100 kg.

He has sharp eyes, scars on his cheeks, and a seemingly vicious face.

"Whoa! I told you to call me Grandpa without saying anything about the village chief."

"Grandpa?

said Emily with a glance at her shoulder as she frowned.

"'Cause the village chief will remain under the impression that he's not his son about your father. Then I'm not your grandson or Camille."

"That again! Randy's Randy, aren't you guys?"

"That's Grandpa's logic. We're not."

That's where Jonathan calls out whoa.

In fact, it was also surprising that Emily and the others were the grandchildren of the village chief, but Jonathan could not understand this awakened attitude of the grandchildren who had been approached by their father.

It is very different from my relationship with my grandfather.

If I had such an attitude, there would undoubtedly be an iron fist flying in.

In the meantime, Jonathan must forgive Emily and have Anselm, the village chief, report the goblin.

Nodding to Jonathan's words, Emily reported what had happened to Anselm and introduced Jonathan and Moral.

"Well, this is... You must welcome my grandchildren's benefactor."

It was moral to open his mouth against the joyful Anselm.

"Than that, village chief, maybe there's a raid tonight. After hearing about the terrain and power of the village, let's consolidate our protection."

"But if you and your grandchildren defeated as many as 100 of them, they wouldn't come for the time being..."

Moral shook his face sideways at Anselm, who looked like no way.

"It would be if it were wild goblins...... those goblins are not normal. It's a demon created artificially by someone. There's a good chance they'll ambush us because they think we're alert. Because the goblins themselves are more active at night."

"But if there's nothing, I'll be wasting all night watching..."

Anselm still doesn't seem to boil down when Moral tells him this far.

In the unlikely event of anything, they are afraid of being rebelled by the villagers.

"You can't say Grandpa more and more like you're saying that. I think your uncle has a bigger vessel."

"Ugh, annoying! I don't want to talk about my brother!

I hear Anselm has a brother.

Jonathan thinks it's going to be hard to be compared for a long time.

I feel like I know a little about Anselm's feelings when he's always been compared to his parents since birth.

But I can't ignore what Moral, the wizard with the power to the bottom, says.

It's no exaggeration to say that you and Emily were almost saved by one moral.

"I agree with Moral... I'm going to take a quick nap and prepare for the raid tonight."

"Oh, I'm up tonight with my brother, and I'm gonna protect the village!

Camille proudly views Jonathan.

Apparently it has changed from a scorn to a completely coveted object.

"Wow, okay.... Okay."

Anselm also seems to have finally taken root.

He lifted his heavy hips.

"Then let's gather the villagers immediately."

Thus the villagers of Maple Village were gathered all but Rodrigue, who was hitting the guard of the gate.

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There is a small square in front of Anselm's house.

Fewer than 100 Maple Village humans combined old and young...

All of that gathered in the square.

"We're going to talk about something important now. Everybody listen up!

Anselm raised his voice in front of the villagers.

They had been told that the purpose for which they had been gathered was the matter of goblins, and there was fear in their expression.

Unless there has been much trouble since the appearance of the ferocious goblin, it will not go outside, so there has been no damage such as injury to the villagers so far.

But the number of merchants coming to the village has decreased significantly.

I was terrified to hear that the reason for this was that the merchants had a victim of cannibalism.

"What got us together today was about Emily and Camille being attacked by goblins when they came back to the village."

When Anselm cut out the story, a twist occurred from among the villagers.

"The two were attacked by more than 100 goblins. Goblins, who were directing the herd, said they used magic. But thanks to the knights and wizards who are here, we were able to return alive thanks to our two guests."

Villagers get more upset when they hear of 100 goblins.

"Quiet!

A villager who gradually became quiet after a drink of Anselm, but his frightened gaze remained unchanged.

"There is anxiety in the absence of Warrior Randy, but these two guests are holders of extra strength to make up for it."

Anselm praises Jonathan and Moral.

Moral was flat, but Jonathan was a little uncomfortable.

Because I'm still half a man.

"Then I'll let my granddaughter Emily talk about the details of the case."

Anselm leaves, Emily comes forward and talks about their experiences.

The villagers also seemed to recognize this as a real problem for them to descend on.

But the upset doesn't subside.

I don't know why.

It was then.

Moral moved forward.

And when he looked over at the villagers, he said away with a harsh voice.

"Ladies and gentlemen, just in case - I don't like violence. I don't think we would have gone beyond that if we had just had a discussion. But if they attack us maliciously from the beginning, or if they prey on us as their instincts, they can't talk about it."

The moral story continues.

"The opponent is a goblin that unilaterally attacks and preys on us. Can you smile and say no to violence, etc., even if you get your family raped or killed? We have to fight, I will fight you too."

A tremendous temper from the moral that only looks like a poor girl with silver platinum hair.

The villagers were increasingly overwhelmed by their intensity.