I Was a Sword When I Reincarnated (WN)

Ten minutes after the Sibulas dispersed.

"Huh!

"Greece!"

Caitley's sword was cracking Lesser Auga's head open and taking his life.

Lesser augs that drool all sorts of things out of their head wounds and are deadly. It's a tragic sight inside, but Caitley smiles.

"I did it!

"Mmm."

I was still scared of the Lesser Aug earlier, but this time I was motivated from the start. I went from myself to Lesser Aug, so much so that I was slashed.

Apparently, Shibula told me a lot, and I was excited. Also, after experiencing Sibula's intimidation, Lesser Aug's degree of compelling seems to have stopped worrying.

As a result, it probably led to a sudden growth of killing Lesser Aug instantly.

The rest also seemed to have to do with high confidence in Fran.

He reminded me once again that Fran was an amazing adventurer when I told him about Fran's martial arts tradition and made him listen to it. And I guess it took the form of an allusion to myself half the time that if Fran meant he was okay, it must be okay.

Yeah, when it comes to mega platter martial arts, Fran also tried to correct it, didn't he? But this is hard.

"Still, I wonder what those people were! It's suspicious! Should I report it to Grandpa or Uncle Diaz when I get back?

"I'll do it"

"Right! Because your sister tells you, everyone will believe you! Oh! But what if he's already run away?

"Ursi's after him."

"I see! That's your sister!

This is what the conversation between the two of us has always been like.

There was little conversation at first, but Caitley's mouth grew all at once along the way. This, too, seems to be due to the fact that I screwed up with the Shibula opponent, relieving the tension.

I also thought you were wearing a cat, but he doesn't seem to be. We were talking cowardly, pulling ideas. It's usually kind of quiet, and when you like it, you can't stop talking, I guess it's the so-called geek type.

And now it's just with my favorite Fran. I had no choice but to do this.

Fran can't talk at all because of that, though. Still managed to correct Caitley's mistake -.

"I can't believe I'm not proud of my own accomplishments! How humble your sister is!

……

I couldn't do any more.

Well, I think you understand that the story is telling the big story. But instead, it seems to have come with the rating of being a humble and honest person.

I have a great eye for respect. If I were you, I'd say, "Don't stare at me with those sparkling eyes! Melt -!" but Fran doesn't seem to mind.

Eventually, after that, they were to take down the Warcraft for about an hour, get a taste of the thrill of opening the crate, and turn back to the ground.

"Then we're done here. Back up."

"Oh, really? Thank you! I learned so much!

"Mm-hmm. But it's quick to thank you. 'Cause I didn't make it back safely."

"I see! So adventure is until you return safely to a safe place!

"Mmm."

Besides, we're not going back now.

"Then I'll take a short break at the end. You can't even force it."

"Right! If you're tired, you might get unconscious unexpectedly."

"Exactly."

"Yes!"

Fran agrees, and Caitley laughs with real pleasure. My tail is shaking like a bump. Something looks like he's looking at Ursi.

"Then we'll have dinner here."

"Rice, is it?

"Mm-hmm. Take out the meat on your back"

"Wow, I get it"

Dining in dungeons and wild boards is also a flavor of adventure. It would be a time for some people to have fun, and it would be a time for pain.

For most runaway adventurers, it won't just be fun time. If you can't take the prey, you should often just have to stir the dried meat.

Let Caitley himself cook the rabbit meat obtained in the upper hierarchy and eat it. Because of the lack of salt and the poor way it was stirred, it shouldn't be pasty and delicious.

Still, Caitley was happy. He was surprisingly successful. Well, I guess the act of baking and eating your own hunted prey was fresh.

That's how Caitley enjoyed the novice dungeon, and we came back to the Orrell Mansion after the dungeon.

"Hey, you're back!

"Grandpa! Are you ready for work now?

"Ooh."

It was Orrell himself who welcomed me.

Why, I guess I was worried about my granddaughter. He smiles at Yakuza's familiar face and strokes Caitley's head as she rushes over.

"How'd it go? Were you hurt badly?

"Yes."

I don't ask if he was hurt. Even Orrell knows how to build a novice dungeon. I also know that if I get caught in a trap or something, I won't be spared the degree of plunder and scratch.

I guess I'm more curious if I didn't get a terrible look in the fight than that.

"I did 3 Lesser Augs. I'm not hurt in battle."

"Hmm? Even the first fight?

"Mmm...... I need to talk to you about that."

Looks like something went wrong.

"Caitley worked very hard. I guarantee that. I just met these weird guys."

"Weird guys?

Exactly before Caitley was here, I can't say that the identity of the Sibulas might be Reids' spy.

Fran looked lightly at Caitley, and I guess he guessed. Orrell left Caitley's opponent to the maid to change the place.

"So, what happened?

"It was in those guys who might be from the Reids kingdom"

"Oh, no? Reidos?"

"Mmm. Maybe."

"You don't have clear evidence, do you?

"No, but they were really weird."