The camel (calf) on board blew a bubble and fell.
After all, the arrow that was shot earlier was poisoned. The useless camel dumped it on the spot and she started walking as she carried her luggage on her shoulder.
"Wait, Father. I, Shumei, will always live to fulfill my role."
She - when Shumei says so with determination, she bites her back teeth, takes one step, one step and one more.
Even though it has just come into summer, desert temperatures have reached forty degrees already. Every time I breathed, heat came into my body. Sweat gets into her eyes, but she goes straight without wiping that sweat.
The contents of the water bag are almost gone.
You can't drink water here to step about ten kilometers down the road to the nearby oasis.
And at night the demon shall come forth from the earth of sand, and he shall trek. That's not where normal humans walk out. Therefore, given the time to find a safe place before night arrives, there is no time to rest.
All she could do was just keep walking.
But even that's going to be unacceptable to her.
Looking back, the smoke was rising.
Dessert Runner - A reptile-type demon running on the sand is approaching.
Desert runners have been ravaging the desert as wild demons until over a hundred years ago, when they were gangs of deserts and feared demons, but in recent years wild dessert runners have been extinct and are now used as horsemen to advance the desert alongside camels.
I just got help - I can't believe she wasn't optimistic.
I hear that this is off the main trading route, and besides, the activity of the Bandits "Sand Scorpion" stands out around here. Perhaps that...
"Hyah, sweetheart, don't be alone."
"You're smart, you're a good woman. Wouldn't you sell it to a slave trader at a high price?
"You idiot, you've decided for me to taste it first!
"That's your head! You look like a ghost!
That being said, the men believed to be bandits manipulated the dessert runners and circled in front of her.
"And let me through. Please, I'll give you the money."
That's what she says, she gives you a bag of money that was in your luggage.
"Oh, money. Money would be nice. I'll take it."
The man known as the head of the bandit receives a bag of money almost with his face.
But...
"It's not just money. If I give you all my stuff, you don't have to look me in the eye."
The bandit's head grabbed Shumei's wrist shortly after.
"Please let me go! Please!
"Oh, I'll let you go! If I could just put this on."
The bandit's head takes out the collar.
It is an instrument to corrupt a person into slavery, in the name of the 'collar of slaves', and if it is worn and his master is registered, Shumei will no longer be able to oppose his master's words.
"Da, no. If I could wear something like that..."
"Here, don't get violent! You'll be done soon, hehe."
Shumei resists but the difference in power from the head of a bandit with a subordinate look on his face doesn't allow it.
(As it is -)
No more - that was when I was so desperate.
"Oh, sorry I'm taking you in"
... Huh?
Schmei as well as the men lost their power for a moment in their mindless voices.
Shumei waves off the bandit's head in that gap, but because of the momentum and previous fatigue, he gets his buttcake on the spot
It was a dark-haired man, about twenty years old, who had no weapons, who spoke to the Shumeys. He's on a dessert runner again, just like the bandits, but when the hell did he show up?
"I know for once that three bandits are trying to force innocent girls into slavery - it fits the occasion, doesn't it?"
Schmey thought he was apparently not a bandit.
Shumei tried to ask him for help, but he rethought aggressively. If you look closely, he didn't have anything to use as a weapon.
"Please run away!
That's what Shmey screams, but the bandit's head goes forward and lays down his weapon.
"Then what? Oh, brother."
"I thought a slave collar could only be handled by a slaver, but that guy over there is a slaver,"
That's what the man next to the bandit's head was told, and he was clearly wolfish.
Looks like a picture star.
"Why do you know that?"
"No, rather than talking about it, I, I was being chased by demons and I was wondering if they might bother me..."
"To demons?
The bandit's head surprised me, it was then.
The earth was swallowed up and a giant demon emerged from it.
"Oh... no - sandworm huh!?"
A sandworm that is said to swallow everything, called the Lord of Desert Demons.
Schmey doesn't know why a demon is in a place like this that looks like a giant mite and says there won't be a bottle of grass left where his stuff went through.
"- Run. Ooh!
At first sight, the bandits fled in the opposite direction as Sandworm appeared.
"Hey, stay! That way!"
It was when a man screamed like that.
The sand column went up.
A second sandworm appeared and the bandits were instantly swallowed up.
I didn't expect a second sandworm to show up even though I had to be prepared to die just one.
"Oh man, that's why I tried to tell you not to go that way - uh, are you from around here?
The man scratched his head troublesome at the sight of nothing but such despair.
Only one person sees a completely different view - it gives such an atmosphere.
That's what I thought, and Schmei realized he was being questioned by a man.
"Huh? Yes - yes, I do."
"Does Sandworm talk about the patron saints of the earth around here or something like that? A similar demon called Itomizu in Feluit can be an important demon to grace the earth."
"No, we don't talk about that"
"Well, then it's no problem to kill him."
It was just after he said that.
Shumei thought this must be a dream.
Because at the next moment, the two sandworms were instantly trapped in freezing ice.
Suddenly, Shumei's consciousness shakes.
Her fatigue was already at its limit.
Even a dream, she thought so, and in a hazy consciousness, sent a letter out of her bag.
"... I don't know who it is - please. Deliver this letter to the Marquis of Heidl."
When the man received the letter, he was relieved, and Schmei slowly closed his eyes.
"Please - the demon king as it is - the demon king."
No, who's the Marquis Heidl?
Before asking the question, the golden-haired girl in the costume, who doesn't even know her name, like she's been out of the Arabian Knight world, fell down.
It's still my first day across the desert, so how did this happen?
I sigh like that and think about the cause in the first place.
Who's to blame? I thought the primary cause was like tray rules, after all.
Ha. If it's true, you should be relaxing while gathering information in the port town of Genoppa by now.
Really, how did this happen?
"Hey, Hal, Caro, Maori. I miss when I was traveling with you guys."
I spilled so much stupidity that I remembered the day I broke up with them.