I've been banished from the brave party, and I'm glad to see that you've left the nest from me. I won't be able to help you in the future even if you ask me to, but I'm sure you'll be fine. I can't have you coming after me, Grand Saints.

5. The story of saving a girl who wants to be killed and liberated

It's nice to travel alone.

I murmured.

Fired from the amulet of the childhood brave party, I was heading all the way to the city of Orty, a journey that took more than a month.

It's a strange expression to fire an amulet, but I can't help it because it's true.

Are they ready for the trip? When it comes to inventory management and preparation of items, I think it's okay because I always say the importance is sour...

"So, did they read the map?

I always feel like I'm telling you...

I sweat a little cold.

"Well, I don't know. You can't read maps, you can't read a line of braves, you can't be stylish."

Well, I guess I was pretty overprotective, too. Regardless of whether it is done or not, it is the role of the guardian to keep an eye on the students' nest.

Out of the question, I may have remembered the richness of teaching them. Because it's as cute as a bad student anyway.

With that in mind, I laughed bitterly.

Besides,

"Some of them are solid."

Sometimes you worry too much.

I thought about it at that time.

"... somebody... help me."

Someone's voice in my head was blurred, but it echoed. Looks like you're delivering a voice directly to my brain.

"This..."

I'm surprised. Because I use my special skills to develop magic barriers all the time. To be clear, there are enough barriers to disable, for example, an accidental attack there.

Of course, I keep it a secret because it's a level that no normal person can do.

It is because of such a deliberate reluctance that it is too special and can cause vigilance in the surroundings.

Well, anyway, even though it's blurred, that voice could reach me. That's all I can tell you about the users there.

"Who are you? Or are you human?

Yes, that makes me suspicious. It was because I couldn't imagine the person who would overcome my barrier.

Then,

"!?... the answer is... please... it's not impossible to free me from this curse... so kill me at least..."

"Suddenly you want me to talk to you and kill you?

I don't know why. But there's only one answer.

"I can't accept a request like that. If you want me to kill you, you can hit the others."

"Please. Even if I can't... before I lose the pride of the Dragon Clan..."

Pu-tung. Channel closed. Unilaterally from here.

It seemed like he was saying something to trust me...

And dragons... dragons or something.

Maybe it's a lie. Dragons don't ask humans for help like this. Because the Dragon race has the nature of being obedient to a human when defeated. Legend has it that there are anecdotes about getting married, but that would be a lie. It must be the result of an exaggeration that humans are good at. I can't believe a dragon marries a human.

Well, anyway, that's why there shouldn't be any dragons asking for help in the first place. If so, how long have you been holding onto it by some cowardly means?

If I had been asked to help me from the beginning, it would have been different again.

Speak to yourself and walk out.

But...

"Oh, please, help me..."

Two-two.

I'm surprised. We also forced ourselves to cross the barrier.

(The channel was opened by force only once. The magic regurgitation... In short, my automated barrier caused the opponent to take heavy damage and faint.)

Or maybe a fatal wound.

I didn't expect you to open it with force.

I was amazed and worried because of my innate kindness, although it wasn't my fault.

And then, if you add,

Clear the best conditions?

I don't know if I'm being honest for the second time, but I think I've done my "please" again.

That would be a coincidence in itself, but even by chance, it was luck that appealed to me... that is, luck, in short, strength. That you have the power to live. Well then,

Over there.

It's not a hasty journey. I got off the street and walked into the woods using my insect repellent skills.

Besides, I had a hunch about my sharp instincts. Ask for help with the dragon. I wonder if there is something else's great malice there.

"Fate still won't let me go?"

So blurry I hurried ahead.

I see.

Walking through the woods, I hit the boundary.

Apparently, there was an earthquake recently, and the sealing power of the boundary was weakening.

Someone inside might have been able to bring their voice to the outside.

But...

"Hmm, they're all dead."

I look around and say.

We don't know who the bandits are, but we failed to break the line and scattered the dead body. Most of the time, I would have stepped on the golden eye to plan an intrusion.

(In other words, it's not compatible with me. Anyway, I have a good way of life to say that I have nothing to do with desire)

Now, what do we do? You can force it to open, but there may be an abnormality in the ecosystem around here. Magic is like a vortex of power. Boundary is nothing but magical environmental manipulation. So it would be better to maintain the current stability. Just because it's a boundary doesn't mean you have to break everything. Strength is the brain that uses it without falling asleep, but it can also be said to be necessary in a true sense.

Well then, this is it. Skill "Metamorphose" Skill Activated "

Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.

With that noise, my body changes.

To the "Mole".

"Well, what do you think?

I'll be a mole and dig underground.

It happens all the time.

It was an unexpected blind spot! Something like that.

I can't believe there's such a way out.

I don't think so, so I don't want anyone to check it out, but this kind of person with boundaries is smart, but it has the characteristics of flexibility.

"Whoa, who is this????

Yeah, like this one, for example.

It's a pattern that doesn't straddle to the bottom.

Something like this happened.

I can't believe it, but it's a pattern of forgotten boundaries because it's hidden in the dirt.

Discover the empty path to the border in front of you. This is the truth.

"No, not everyone can be a mole..."

I had forgotten that not everyone was free to change form. If you can do anything, it will get out of the ordinary, and you won't feel special. Should it be called the trouble of those who have it, or is it hard?

Anyway, I'll float from the ground. And then...

Puha!

And he went forth, as though he were not yet before him, inside the temple.