I’m a Dullahan, Looking for My Head

Since then, Sisty and I have been chasing goblins who have fled.

As we followed in Goblin's escaped footsteps, we were able to reach the Goblin's nest.

The rear wizard is a terrible misfired wizard, so this time I slashed him by myself.

I didn't care if it was more of a blow like hitting or kicking eventually rather than slashing.

From the height of me, it's troublesome to put a dagger on a smaller goblin opponent.

It seems like a brain muscle and unfortunate, but it's easier for a goblin opponent to hit and kick.

We let the goblins get away with it once, but it turned out we could defeat the goblins efficiently.

We cut off Goblin's ear, proof of our crusade, and we explored the woods until the sun went down just in case, and we were on our way home.

"Duke would be amazing. The dagger turns the goblin into two. I have the power to kick a goblin like a ball. He seems to be strong enough to say that he's been through the Devil's Forest."

"Power and defense have their own."

You remind me of the friendly fire earlier when I said defense, Sisty shifts her gaze casually.

No, you didn't mean to dislike it, did you?

"Hey, is your body okay? I can use a heel of healing magic, so I'll take care of it. I can't use restorative magic like the Virgin of the Temple."

That must be essential magic for you to play friendly fire.

There is no such thing as a Virgin in the Kako world.

After all, is that it? Will the Virgin and Dora be the bearers of the special power that the Temple boasts, and be able to use amazing restorative magic or purifying magic and beautiful?

When I was thinking about it, Sisty came close to me with a bump and a spell wrapped around the emerald light.

"Stop it! It's okay! It's okay! Pull in that magic trick."

When the jade-colored light is brought closer, the goosebumps develop, or the spine becomes frizzy.

That is also a stronger disgust than when we approached the lake in the Devil's Forest.

Sisty looks surprised because I hastily denied the magic of recovery.

"What? Isn't that just a heel? You're not scared because you're undead. There's nothing wrong with this, is there?

Really? I'm Durahan, the undead, so if you take healing magic, you take damage! What a unique setting.

"My armor is specially made, so some attacks and magic don't work. So I don't need restorative magic. I'll just accept your feelings!

By the time we reached the village, we repeated this exchange about two more times.

When he returned to the village, he reported to the village chief, the old man, that he had crushed one of the goblin nests.

The old man was surprised that there was a goblin nest, but when he told me that he had already destroyed it and explored for any fleeing individuals, he calmed down.

Handing over one ear of a total of fourteen goblins as proof of crusade, he looked overwhelmingly satisfied.

As promised, after he gave me this helmet, he told me that I could take a set of gear other than the helmet, but not because it's something I don't need and I don't change.

Then I got some money because the details of the request and the reward would not match.

Silver and copper round coins combined for a total of 20,000 cults. They're not circles in this world, they're called cults.

Sisty said the payment was pretty good for a village in the country, even though the helmet was obviously pulled off, which had been added to the reward.

I can't say much because I don't know the economy and prices of this world, but as far as the village atmosphere is concerned, the economic situation seems good.

Villages in different worlds were being corrupted by nobility and royalty, and there were large numbers of villagers suffering from plague and famine everywhere. I'm really glad it wasn't something like that.

There is no hope or anything in such a dark otherworld.

Although there are creatures that threaten humanity, such as demons, adventurers contribute to circulating money by hunting and selling them.

It's hard to be human because it uses weapons, protective equipment, clothing and food made of materials unique to demons, and it's a living thing.

When I finished my request, I came to the old man's house, the village chief.

By the way, it seems Sisty is staying at the house of her village daughter's child, who has become friends.

I wanted to go there if I could.

A grandmother with the right width showed me the room if I let her in the house.

The old man's house was a little more splendid than the others, with rooms, large warehouses, and empty rooms for someone to stay in.

They usually seem to stay with merchants, villagers from other villages, pedestrians, injuries, adventurers, etc.

There was a minimal amount of furniture in the room that was qualitative but said carpet on the bed, desk in chair and shelf.

It's not a cold, gotten cave, it's a decent living space here.

Relieved to spend time in a safe place, he rolled into bed and breathed.

"Oh, that calms my heart."

Whether my body was heavy or not, the bed makes a stinging noise.

I was worried that it would not break, but it seems to have been quite sturdy. Whenever it moves, it sounds giddy...

Remnants of being human, or just lying down like this, are calming things.

Well, the quality of the futon isn't so good, but I can't help it. It is enough to have a calm place.

Then it was me relaxing in bed, but when I heard the sound of the dishes beeping, I remembered one problem.

It is a meal.

This is how I wear my helmet and pretend to be Durahan, but of course I can't eat a meal.

I don't have a mouth, and where the hell do I eat from? I don't have to eat. I'm fine on this street.

However, it is suspicious that they serve a meal but do not eat anything.

You say you're indoors, but you don't take your helmet? You're not taking off your armor? That means there are terrible wounds to the body. If you say things that you don't want to be seen or create an atmosphere that you don't want to take off, it's fine. I don't normally suddenly pry into the first person I meet.

He was seated and asked, "Are you eating? There's nothing I can do about it at dawn when they say," or something like that.

Because other people's cooking is a non-eating doctrine... It doesn't feel good. Sounds like a royalty wary of cleanliness or poison.

Actually I can't eat it for religious convenience...... This seems possible, but it's odd that you can't eat everything.

If I could use it, I shouldn't show my face to others religiously, so would I eat it alone or something?

That's a bit of a commandment that seems to be in women.

There seem to be countless religions in this world, and it seems like a good hand.

I don't want to show it to you because I have a facial injury to go with it. Let's delude ourselves because we want to eat alone. It seems a little distracting, but I can't help it.

Well, in this case, we're just going to stay the night, so that's fine.

"Mr. Duke, do you want to have dinner?

Grandma's voice I can call with Knock. I woke up in a hurry.

"No, I just ate in the woods, that's fine."

Wouldn't it be easy to sprinkle if I said this? Even Sisty was eating something like dry bread because she was hungry or some nuts that were growing along the way.

"Is that true? Aren't you shy? Mr. Duke has a big body, so you have to eat a lot, right?

"Then can I just get bread? I'll eat later."

"Okay."

When I say that, is Grandma satisfied or is she leaving? That's a country grandmother, the first person I met is a strong push even against her.

I don't even need bread, but I'll give it to Sisty tomorrow or to the birds.

He then came to worry that the old man was ill, but that was not the case and he lay down in bed properly deluded.

Living under a human being makes it difficult for me to live with other people, even though I know a lot about this world.

The night dawned and the sky grew white, so I left the house.

When I rang a noise with Gigi and opened the door, the refreshing air stroked my armor.

The cold wind feels good in the morning.

Even now that it has become Durahan, these tactile sensations function properly. I feel somewhat blunt compared to human skin, but I have no problem with it.

Somehow I made a big stretch and then I walked out.

It seems that there is no such thing as lighting in this village, and the villagers mostly wake up early to bed.

But in one of the old man's houses there were magic props that would emit light if they shed magic.

I know something convenient like electricity, but this surprises me.

For once, it seemed that I had something called magic too. I thought if I had magic, I'd be able to use magic, but if I lived in this world, I'd have enough magic to use magic props.

It seems difficult to be able to use magic like Sisty because it also takes considerable magic.

I thought it might be easy for me to use magic, but I'm disappointed.

Many of those magic props are used in Wangdu, and you think they turn on lights even at night?

Hmm, that's a unique way to fantasize.

As I flutter appropriately, the villagers who woke up early in the morning come out of the door.

It varies with those who take buckets in their hands to draw water in wells and those who turn to the fields with farm tools.

Everyone from kids to adults seems to start their day well.

Judging by the villagers' outfits, food and buildings, the civilization of this world seems to be about medieval Europe.

The fact that there are many magic props in the Wang capital makes life a little more convenient.

As I walked around the village for a while, I eventually caught my eye on Sisty.

The same ponytail and cool eyes are bluer than the sky. He rubbed his eyes like he was asleep a little, but he came to me with a definite foothold.

"Morning, Duke."

Rin's voice sounds like rolling a bell.

Where did he go to rub his eyes like he was asleep earlier, and now Rin's wizard girl was in front of him. There was, but this wizard is a poncho wizard who can't even fly a fireball straight.

It seems beautiful and brilliant, but I'm really sorry.

"……………… Good morning, Sisty."

"I think they thought something terrible was going on while I got my greeting back. You mean there's an atmosphere of pity... because of you, right?

"Well, Sisty. We're going to Wangdu today. You're going to Wangdu to get me in the merchant's carriage, right?

"Hey! Don't go out of the way! Look at me and answer me!

Sisty protests by shaking her ponytail vigorously in the morning.

While I gently flushed it, I headed toward the square where the merchant carriage would be waiting.

People like merchants packed their bags into the carriage when they headed to the square.

There was an old man and a grandmother there, talking to a merchant.

Yes, the old man talked to the merchant who was coming to Poda Village and tried to get us on board. We don't need a fee. Instead, we have to fight if the demons come out, but that's cheap.

"Oh, you're here. These are not the ones who quickly exorcised the Goblin's nest yesterday."

The old man tells the merchant to introduce us.

I'm pretty much the one who got rid of it. Speaking of Sisty, I just knocked one goblin out of a fireball by chance. He said that he had defeated him with a proper aim, but it was suspicious.

"Heh, you two do look capable the way you saw them. A strong avant-garde with armor all over her body, and a blue-haired girl is a wizard who seems capable to see."

Well, Sisty is capable.

"I hear you, Duke. Later, remember. My powers aren't like that, are they?

My voice was leaking, Sisty whispers as she pulls her face.

"Remember that later, does that mean you're gonna magically punch me in the back?

"I'm not!

"Anyway, there's a demon out there. Would you two please? Please don't fight or anything, okay? It's all right, isn't it, Mayor?

"…… you must have the strength."