I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

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The corner carriage runs down the street at speeds far beyond the carriage.

We were in a corner car headed for Argentrapan right now. Speaking of escorts, it doesn't matter if you don't have enemies on board normally. So up to this point, it was often no different than a normal carriage journey. The difference would be so much faster than a carriage.

"Master Fran, please."

"Thanks."

"Here you go, too"

"Mmm."

"And this..."

The atmosphere in the carriage is soothing. No, I'm in a bit of a festive state. It is a franc festival. All the beasts, they have a lot of grandparents, and they have a very respectful attitude towards Fran.

Hi, it seems that old beasts who can't evolve have more respect than they need for their evolved counterparts.

Besides, Fran, who has cling to evolution in the Black Cat tribe, which is supposed to be incapable of evolution, seems to be respected enough to be a subject of faith if he is bad.

Thanks to this, sweets and bread were gathered under the franc from the beasts around them as if they were offerings.

I also had a few small children who were their grandchildren, but I look up to Fran as if I were a hero when I see the admiration of the old men.

"Shinka, Shishu"

"Fluffy."

"Hey, hey."

The little ones are going to be the little ones, and they have respect for Fran.

But the bright atmosphere was that far away.

"It's a warcraft!

Your screams echo and the passengers shrink with frightened faces. And he turned his eyes toward Fran.

"F, Master Fran!

He calls Fran in a panicked voice.

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

"Oh, please!

When I went up to your table, I could see multiple shadows up front, about 10 dog-shaped warcraft. Is it about the size of Shepherd?

"Why don't we just stick it through that?

"Mm, don't be impotent!

How much is a dual horn the size of a rhinoceros, not to mention a warcraft?

However, coming a little closer, it didn't seem like an easy story.

Race Name: Venom Dog: Demon Dog: Warcraft LV11

HP: 33 MP: 13 Arms: 17 Health: 13 Agility: 61 Intelligence: 8 Magic: 14 Dexterity: 12

Skills

Tracking: Lv3, Roaring: Lv1, olfactory enhancement, demonic teeth

It's a miscellaneous fish, but it has demonic fangs. He seemed to be the type of warcraft who used his speed to protrude his demonic fangs into his prey even once, and then weakened them while not getting there or away and at a distance. If we deal with that number, even dual horns would be at high risk of being invaded by poison. Well, I just need to knock him out before he gets close.

"You don't have to slow down"

"Heh, are you okay?

"Leave it to me."

"Yes!

Evolutionary influence is amazing. He obeys the words of a girl like Fran.

"Well, let's go."

"Mmm."

Fran set me up and threw at the herd of warcraft. The location of Venom Dog's Demon Stone has already been identified with Magic Sensing.

With the momentum of the mindfulness catapult, I pierced two at once. Of course the Demon Stone has been absorbed. As it was, I followed the warcraft that sealed their movements so that they could not escape with mindfulness and wind magic.

All the bodies have been stored. It won't be a lot of money because I'm a junior warcraft, but for once.

He saw the body of a warcraft that disappeared in an instant and said something, but he decided not to ask questions after all. If Fran's in a bad mood, he's in a lot of trouble.

In the meantime, he came to thank me with a reassuring look, so Fran gave it back gently and went back into the corner car. The old men come to thank me with their mouths.

"Thank you!

"Leave it to me."

"I owe you my life!"

"Not so much"

"Thank you."

'Cause it's work.

I was responding properly at first, but when I let it go, it seemed like it would go on for a long time. Exactly. He doesn't know what to do with Fran anymore, so he seems to have decided to run off to your table.

Said he would be wary of the Warcraft, and moved from the horned car to your table. It served the purpose of showing off the awesomeness of the Black Cat Clan, and I'll be fine now.

"Ha, that sounds like a lot of noise."

"Mmm."

I'm guessing you heard the noise, too. A bitter laugh. I just said that the first time and laughed lightly, and I'm not talking to you.

I guess Fran has this much more sense of distance. There was no trouble with the silence, and he was rocked by the vibration of the corner car as he looked forward.

Then another 4 hours.

"Ah, town."

"You look good! But I'll make it easier for you to reach Argentola Pan."

You've finally arrived at your destination. In the end, the Warcraft only appeared once, so Fran was in a slow nap at your table. They say the light vibration induces sleep.

"Is there an Adventurer's Guild in that town?

"Pretty big. It's by the entrance to town, so it's easy to tell, right?

Exactly. Not all towns have stops dedicated to horned car unions, but they use stops outside of town jointly with boarding carriages. The corner car we came in stopped next to the carriage.

The passengers coming down from the horned car first bow their heads to Fran more than to your Lord.

"No, thank you ~"

"Thank you."

"Fluffy, bye!

"Mmm."

In the wake of the enthusiastic drop-off of other passengers, Fran leaves the stop behind. Honestly, I'm tired. But to improve the status of the Black Cats, we will have to continue to do the same in the future.

"Master"

"What's up?

"... tired"

Well, me and Fran, come on. You should get used to it.