I’m a Dullahan, Looking for My Head

The night I met a strange girl who proclaimed herself the Virgin. I guarded the castle gate with Macaron.

Nothing. It doesn't mean I'm short of money right now, but it's going to kill time at night and I can get the money. Besides, I can get information about the King's capital from Makaron, the guard, so I'm here for a little while.

I ask Macaron as he is illuminated by the light of the three moons floating in the dark sky.

"Hey, macaroon"

"…… it's Makarov."

"I don't know because I've only been to Wang Du very recently, what kind of person is the Virgin?

"……… call me Makarov."

"Listen to people and answer them properly."

"That's my line!

When I embarrassed Macaron, who didn't give me a proper answer, for some reason I became exaggerated.

I wonder what's wrong. Is the guard's work difficult and tiring?

Maybe even calcium isn't enough.

As I thought so, Macaron sighed loudly as he was tired.

"When it comes to Arianne, the Virgin of the Temple of Elial, I hear that she is an excellent Virgin, who possesses the qualities of unmatched witchcraft and so much more magic than an ordinary person. Among them, he specializes in purifying magic by divine magic, but he can connect to treatment, curse and do anything. He has a flying beauty and brilliance, and he treats everyone in the same way. We also frequently show our faces in orphanages, treat citizens extensively, etc., and we are the admirer of our citizens."

"…… heh, you know me well"

Slutty words for an oligarchy macaroon.

Honestly, I'm surprised too.

"I'm an Erial, too. I pray every morning."

Oh, I see. As much as the Kingdom of Erdonia uses Erial as its national religion, so there are a lot of believers.

… not flying beauty and brilliance.

I remember the silver-haired girl who said of herself as the Virgin during the day.

She was a beautiful girl, but she sprayed fruit juice and ran away on all fours.

Not at all. That was a shitty shame girl everywhere.

"You're nothing like a fake."

"Hmm? Are they fake or something?

Macaron reacts to my casual whining words.

I guess I'm trying to get information about an undeserved woman who speaks the name of the Virgin.

Macaron is a devout Eritrean believer and a guard.

"No, I got caught in a cafe today with a silver-haired girl who said she was a Virgin."

"... Hmm, the silver-haired girl who deceives the Virgin's name? The Virgin is blonde and totally different. Next time I see it, I'll be careful. No matter how many devout believers you may be, you cannot speak the Virgin's name."

That's right, guard. Don't count on me.

I want you to tighten up so that that weird girl doesn't show up again.

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The Next Morning.

I went shopping in the north section of Wang Du.

Sisty, who had a little extra time on her nose, went to buy food and other tools, and I wanted to buy an explosive potion, followed by a magic potion and a life potion for Sisty.

Since this morning, the main streets of Wangdu have been bustling with different races.

I don't get tired of just watching the boulevard overflowing with fantastic events, jealous of a sharp-faced elf man, about to touch a monster with a moffy tail, or surprised that a small dwarf is lifting a large barrel with one hand.

The vision is filled with brightly colored hair, very pretty.

No wonder you have such beautiful hair color.

The standing shops have already begun their morning business, with many people moving around.

Many people who work at the outdoor shop pushed in the morning to buy breakfast.

If you peek behind a narrow alley, there's a galloping human adventurer there...... what a drake.

Apparently, he's sleeping drunk. He is snoring a lot and smells very alcoholic.

The fantasy is crumbling. Let's do something we didn't see.

Walking through the usual hustle and bustle, the adventurer who is out buying just like me is flirting.

Raise one hand to greet the adventurers you know as you walk.

Sometimes we stop and talk to the public and walk down the road again.

These daily interactions are important. You may be able to obtain unexpected information at times.

It's easy when it's urgent and we're having a party.

Nobody wants to put their lives in the hands of people they don't know.

Most importantly, since we have an outward wizard, the question is whether there are adventurers who can work with me...

Well, I leave that alone and walk north.

On the way there was a cafe where I met a strange girl yesterday, but if I met her again, it would be a hassle, so I would take a detour and go for a magic prop store.

The aim is a magic shop near the square where Sisty bought a cane.

Near the magic prop shop that Sisty blew up, it was hard to get there because of the bombing and they all smelled like assholes somewhere.

It is a little difficult to be close to the temple, but I want to contribute to sales because my Sisty will take care of it in the future.

And when I reached the northern square, for some reason, there was the silver-haired girl I had just met yesterday.

"Good morning! Mr. Duke!"

He waved his hand brilliantly through the door to the magician's door.

"Ah! It's terrible to ignore it for a second!

Along with the girl's such noisy voice, a cool sound called Chilean Chilean enters.

Your sister comes out of the back of the store.

"Welcome - Oh? Sisty's not here today?

Apparently, we were close enough to be called Sisty.

"I'm acting differently today."

"Really? By the way, how's Sisty doing? You bought a new wand, so you got magical power and stuff, right?

"The power of magic has increased………"

"What? What? Is something wrong?... Finally killed someone?

Hearing my roaring voice, your sister exposes her anxiety.

If you're so anxious, I don't want our no-con wizard to have a wand with a magical power that increases.

"……… The magic doesn't strike."

"He said he wasn't confident in the control, so I let him shoot a lot of magic with a magic efficient wand and thought at least one heavy blow would just hit him..."

I don't know if it's right for reason or not.

"By the way, what about the lady behind you?

When your sister told you to look back, there was a girl staring at the magic item as intriguingly as I did on the first day.

Now, what I'm intrigued by is the explosion potion I plan to buy.

A very dangerous substitute for exploding when the flask bottle shocks enough to crack.

It is a disposable combat tool that can easily damage or surprise demons.

To a girl trying to touch an explosion potion like that......

"Touch it and it'll explode!

"Ugh, yeah!?

A girl rushes to my sharp warning voice.

The explosion potion wobbles because my fingers slightly touched it.

To further agitate the anxiety that I have touched…….

"We're going to explode! Get down!"

"Yep! It's a lie isn't it!?

Without questioning my serious voice, a girl nodding with her head in both arms.

………………

Of course the explosion potion will not explode.

Your sister next door looks at me with a jittery gaze, but she ignores me because it's funny.

"……… What? What?"

Then the girl, who realized she would never explode, raised her fearful face.

"Ha ha! The explosion potion will not explode until the bottle breaks!

The girl, who realized she had been fooled by my laughter, dyed her face cuttingly red and grabbed the explosion potion.

"Hih!?

"Hey! Are you kidding me! Return what you're about to throw to its original location! I know it's dangerous! I also have a clerk's sister!?

This shop. It's not Mr. Duke who gets hurt in every explosion potion. But if you make that noise, you'll be banned from leaving.

I can't even get out of here.

The girl who remembered that she not only had me, but also the clerk's sister, reluctantly put the explosion potion back where it was.

That makes your sister exhale relieved.

It's a threat from a normal person.

"Mr. Duke, please don't be ridiculous in the store. Some tools are dangerous."

"……… Excuse me."

Did your sister embarrass herself with a short scream or when preaching, her cheeks were a little red.

And all of a sudden, I didn't expect you to try to throw an explosion potion at me.

... I don't like him.

When I glanced at the girl, I smiled suspiciously and saw a different flask bottle.

"…… the recovery potion is going to work better for Mr. Duke."

Please don't. Really.