I want to protect you in this hand.

I'm Nico, 12 years old. Almost 13.

It's called Meryl's Lamb. He's one of the orphans, an adventurer. Even today, I've earned demon stones in dungeons.

"Hey, I knew it would be nice"

"They call me Merrill Four Sisters, but chicks are out of the question, it's Maria and Sophie, after all."

"Right."

Chip. Well, guys like these are good. The problem is this way.

"Hey, guys, cute, let's have a chat with us - come on over here"

"Please don't. I'm at work."

"Well, there you go."

I held my shoulder. Out.

I have eyes for Bran and Cliff.

"Brothers, can I have a word?"

Cliff speaks up, surrounds himself with our bodies and takes him straight to the back of the guild. You look like you're close. Well,

"Don't speak up to your sisters."

"Huh? What's with the kid, the beauty?"

"I'm telling you not to."

"Ha, that's ridiculous, let's go. Come on, it's beautiful. Hey, it's tea. It's tea, huh? haha, guh, fuck,"

"No, I'm telling you, brother, do you want to go on"

"What, bitter, uh-oh, okay, kaha"

Dotha. Drop the body you were fishing for.

"To Meryl's lambs, you shouldn't have a hand, uh, of course, or a voice."

"Damn, remember that!

Chimpy when.

Did your hands get a little dirty?

"Cliff, what happened to Zash?"

"I was at the reception, so I'm getting a little confused"

I don't want to find out.

"I guess I know."

"Oh man, without a guild leader, it's winter and the bugs are right up"

"Uh, Deputy Guild Manager"

"Thank you for the pest control, Erko"

"I wish it was that much."

"You'll have more bugs after the meeting. Hey, thank you."

I grew up in the south, in the west. In a city with dungeons surrounded by mountains, there are many rough and disgusting ones. My father was an adventurer, but he drank and died in the dungeon. Her mother went away with the adventurer. Unlike orphans like Arsh, who were cared for by their parents. I starved immediately. Like Merrill, there's no temper to help with the demolition. Only my body was bigger than my age, so I did anything for bread. Adventurers fighting demons don't surprisingly have interpersonal skills. Sometimes the adventurer did the duck. That's when I got to know Bran and I got to be with him.

One time, Merrill brought me by an adventurer who woke Kimagre. But he disappeared soon after. When I was doing bad, the deputy guild leader caught me.

"You look bad, there's only one, shall we put you in Zash's place"

There was light there.

Glittering blonde hair. Blue eyes. Gentle smile. All I can say is, it was beautiful. Shimmering like asatsu, warm as a hiatsu, a gentle light like an afternoon.

And worried about Zash, who became an adventurer, a cloudy face. Please, I want you to laugh.

"Then you stay with me, protect Zash."

Cliff told me. The light for Cliff is Zash. Zash tries to protect everyone, but the world isn't that pretty.

"Zash is an eagle, dancing in the sky, looking far away, looking forward. I can smell it at my feet and get rid of the enemy."

Is the slum one obsessed with the light found once, because there is no hope? Ricardo and Die were, as it were, Zash and Cliff.

Then I will be an owl hunting rats in the dark night. Let us not expose the demons of the night to the light.

Look, Earsh, I'm thankful for you. Recognized as a member of Meryl's Lamb, he gave me the power to reach out to the light I had to watch before.

Come on, let's reach for my light.

Maria. Not yet, it won't arrive.