I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

I don't know what I did.

But I know I did something. That it is not a daydream, nor a hallucination, nor an illusion, is proven by my sword in my hand. When you put your strength in the gripping hand, the feel of the stiff pattern returns.

I did do something right now. And it's something that's going to be my strength ahead. The possibility that I was unconsciously grasping. You have to understand, if you can understand, I can be stronger.

"Colossus Kills Z......!!

"… not even a reversal of the situation, but has the war changed?"

I have a sword in my hand, not in Mr. Dran's.

This takes the form of an earlier reversal of my position and that of Mr. Doran. Beyond having a sword, the difference in reach was also on me, and the lethality of Mr. Drun's offense decreased. Overwhelmingly dominant.

And in this state, there's a lot of room for me, too. I don't know how to be modest, but I might not have to kill Mr. Dolan.

I can't undo Mr. Dolan, but Tight and Leila are dealing with the Demon King. Maybe there's a way to get Mr. Drun back.

If so, under this dominant war situation, if I can detain Mr. Drun here... I may see the possibility of being able to help him.

"... if it's possible to try, just do it"

To do this, first - slash his leg. And after we lose mobility and can't move, let's restrain him.

'Possibility', my favorite word.

Oh, I wonder if the tights have moved. It makes me laugh. Not at all. Though not very recognized for his tough words, behavior, and usual attitude, apparently I'm pretty much influenced by him.

"Hey, Mr. Doran."

"Akaa, kaga, kaka, kaka, kaka, kaka, kaka, kaka!!

I lay down my sword and squeal pompously at Mr. Drun, who is approaching me in a horrible shape as he waves his unspoken growl.

You probably haven't heard. Nor would it convey the meaning. He's losing me, and he has no self. The beast of a wretched adventurer, exposed to such ruthlessness at the work of the Demon King.

I see movement. I am able to concentrate on a good feeling.

Mr. Doran's foot stepped about three steps from me. There, the distance my sword reaches critical.

"I - even if it's a slight possibility, he doesn't want to give up"

Move. Drop your hips low and take one step toward Mr. Drun. Completely, I entered the realm where the core of the sword reaches -!

Shake it out, it's Mr. Drun's leg you're after.

Worst case scenario, I don't mind that Mr. Dolan can no longer live as an adventurer. I don't mind if you resent me. Let's bow our heads again and again. That's all I can do, but I want you to forgive me.

With all my might, with the intention of slashing it off, I swung through my sword.

"Haaaaaa!!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!

Mr. Doran's fist slipped through my head, slightly touching the bracketed hair clasp. That clap will break my hair.

But never mind, I step forward, and I stick the blade of that hand to Mr. Dolan's foot meat.

I had a response.

The feeling of deeply cleaving meat, not shallow. Unlike warcraft, human muscles and nerves, and a slight sense of bone shredding. I have a bitter, bitter look on my face.

But still, we must not lose this feeling here. Don't forget this feeling, but still don't lose out on what you decide to do. Halfway ready, hurting people is above all an insult.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!

I shook off the fear of slashing people with a loud voice that could be called a scream, savoring the feeling of slashing the butch, the flesh and the blood vessels, and slashed them through.

Hot, red blood splashes and dyes my hands red. But I slashed it through. Take the distance at as fast as you can get it out, swing it back and gaze back at Mr. Drun as fast as you can.

Then Mr. Doran's left leg was severed deeply. The overflowing blood wets the ground red and black, and Mr. Drun's body sinks to the ground gushing. I guess I can't stand up. I just slashed my leg off, and I did it with all my strength, so maybe it's natural.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!!

Mr. Drun suppresses his legs and groans at the pain.

That deep scar on my left leg is the fact that I slashed people. It's the first time I've slaughtered a person, but it's still not like a warcraft. I was going to decide on the weight to be pressed against this back, the readiness to kill people, but they still got lost somewhere.

Well, the Warcraft and the Demons are the same life, but I guess it's still a difference in consciousness around there.

With that in mind, I pick up Mr. Drun's sword and approach Mr. Drun, who suffers stuffily.

"... I'm sorry, Mr. Doran"

"Gah......!?

I kick Mr. Drun's body from the side with one apology and knock him down on his back. And I sewed my hands straight onto the ground with two swords. You won't be able to move any more than you won't be able to force your feet, but it's still dangerous to keep your hands free. Mr. Doran doesn't know what he's going to do now.

I managed to restrain him. I can't feel safe, but exhale heavily.

And at the same time, the strength fell out of his legs, buttocks attached.

"Ha... ha... ha... hey on the boulder, you were over the limit...!

From the peace of mind that the battle was over, it seems that the fatigue accumulated in the previous battle hit me all at once. I can't even stand. My general muscles are exhausted.

Tasty, I just noticed but my heart beats so fast. My whole body is wet with sweat, and my sword-wielding arm feels slightly muscled.

"Ha... ha... well fought so far... ha...!

But you can't rest yet. The tough guys are still fighting, get some rest, and when you can move, let's take Mr. Drun and move. That's right, is it reasonable around the guild... there, if Mr. Drun gets busted, there are other adventurers out there, it would be easier to contain him. Well, I'm not going to be able to move for a while.

"Nevertheless... what was that earlier...? Soon there will be a sword in my hand..."

That's when I reached for my sword that Mr. Dolan waves. I remember that far...... but I don't remember what happened from there.

All I know is that I reached for the sword and 'somehow' took the sword. But how did you get the sword in Mr. Doran's hand... and from the way Mr. Doran looked, he didn't seem to realize that he had taken the sword from him either.

"... I don't know if you're thinking about it, or... are you sure you're okay?"

What we don't know is behind us. I think so, and I look at the clock tower where the tights are.

At that time...

With the roar, the clock tower collapsed.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Huh...!?

"Become...!

Both the orange noise and the demon king had their eyes open in amazement.

Because these two battles were forced to be interrupted by the intervention of another being. Needless to say, if you are not an orange noise or a demon king on this occasion, there is only one person - Leila Vermillion.

She refused to leave the orange noise, but the reason for this was the thing that she didn't want to leave the orange noise, but that wasn't all.

I want you to remember.

about when she, Leila Vermillion, was' The Red Night '. She was a halfway demon. He was more of a warcrafty monster than a demonic tribe, attacking people without self or desire.

But she changed when she met an orange noise. You'll be aware of it yourself...... she transformed into a 'complete demon tribe' by meeting orange sounds and having a strong obsession with him as a predator.

In other words, in addition to the "Red Night (Virus)" and the high compatibility of Leila Vermillion's flesh, having a strong "obsession" there resulted in expressing the inherent skills of "Chi Manipulation" and "Slutty Spirit" and elevating the body to the Demonic Nation. It led to becoming a demon clan that manipulated "Qi".

The reason is simple and lucid.

Because the demonic race of the virus Red Night expressed its unique skills, the flesh that was half turned into the demonic race, in line with its power.

Let's get back to Leila now.

After her sublimation to the Devil Nation, she has acted with orange sounds with that strong obsession. In it, within spending time with orange sounds, more 'love' arose than its obsession with predatory subjects.

"Love emotions" are more human emotions than demonic ones.

And having understood it, Layla shook off any strays and was reborn. Demonic, yet understood human romantic sentiments in a very pure way.

Perhaps Leila's flesh was originally human.

Even though that body became entirely demonic, it was originally a "girl named Leila Vermillion" thing. There, the unique skills of Leila, who was a human, must have been asleep. Because unique skills are a special force that everyone has.

I mean, what do you want to say, Leila expressed that 'originally resided in the flesh' inherent skill in Leila, who was human.

That, 'romantic emotions' to the point of purity probably awakened Leila's inherent skills in humans.

"Aha."

Leila smiled joyfully and destroyed the clock tower. He slapped his fist to the ground and destroyed the clock tower itself.

As a result of the collapse of the scaffold, both the orange noise and the demon king fall to the ground in collapse. The stunned look was directed at Leila, but on the impending ground, take a landing stance.

However,

"Hey - you know what love is?

Leila said so looking down at the orange noise and the demon king as she rode on the scaffold she had made with her temper.

"I know ♪ It's special, it's important, it's a very nice thought ♡"

A black temper appears around Leila.

And the temper gathered into Leila's body - into a coat of pitch black. Deep, dark black, more than the black piece I wore underneath.

Both the orange noise and the demon king instantly guessed. I said I was a jerk.

Leila kicks the scaffold and approaches the demon king who is still in the air. The Demon King put one tongue in, kicked the rubble of the clock tower that would fall with him and landed on the ground to escape Leila.

And waved his fist against the impending Layla. Besides, it's all I can do. I don't know what that black coat is, but I didn't think it would hurt to leave Leila powerless herself early.

Yes, I thought...

"Ugh, uh-huh."

"Huh...!

Leila was preventing that fist by shielding her coat-covered arm.

Besides, the arms under that coat are intact. It didn't do any damage, it was the full fist of the Demon King. Isn't that just as good as orange noise defense?

"... those clothes?

"My powers are pretty good to apply ♪ Well, I don't know how this is, but I kind of thought I could do it with my senses ♪"

That coat of temper that prevents even the Fist of the Demon King, if you want to name it, is the Black Set of Temperament (Genomic Cloak).

This is just as the orange noise created the growth method from the nature of the Qi (virus), so to speak, the Qi produced by Leila in the senses.

The virus has a membranous structure called envelope. It is a defensive membrane for the virus, so to speak, that has the effect of avoiding the organism's immune and biological defense functions when the virus infects the organism. Leila looked at herself with the virus and created it in the form of clothes.

Defensive membranes (envelopes) that prevent immune and biological defense functions that are harmful to the virus.

This was born as a jacket (envelope) to prevent a vicious attack on Leila. And Leila, confronted by the Demon King instead of an orange sound, brightens her red eyes as she licks her tongue lusciously with her red tongue.

The right eye is closed, but the healing power of its demon clan has already stopped the blood, so it also looked like a wink. I am willing to fight the Demon King.

"Tough guy, I'll take care of this place and go to Leishe's. ♪ It's okay - ♪

And then out of words there, Layla shifted her gaze to an orange noise, grinning and continuing.

"- I don't feel like losing now ♡"