I Was Kicked out of the Hero’s Party Because I Wasn’t a True Companion so I Decided to Have a Slow Life at the Frontier

The northern part of Zoltan's Chuo Ward.

Zoltan's prison is located next to the residence of General William, the barracks and stables of the 40 dragoon cavalry under his command.

There is also an interrogation room at the guardhouse, but these are just facilities to keep suspects.

It is customary that any criminal offenders who have not yet been tried are detained here.

Albert, Big Hawk and his crew are already in prison.

The Zoltan Prison jailed the offender and, under William's guidance, wasn't involved in the fact that all Williams had thrown all his men down, but he wasn't involved ... It is intended to be tamed enough to be used as a militia.

That said, most criminals can't afford to pay for food, so they'll end up being sold as criminal slaves.

All that remains is a criminal with sufficient assets or a judge who believes that William's men are a strong soldier that he is willing to sell.

"Hey, Big Hawk"

A prisoner with a club on his waist calls into the prison.

The Big Hawk, sitting cross-legged and fat, turned its terrifying eyes on the jail.

"Interrogation."

"It shouldn't have been today?"

"Schedule change"

"Even under any circumstances?"

"It's not what you know. Get out soon."

The prisoner holds a club.

The Big Hawk was calm and stood up with its huge body.

The Big Hawk was seated in an interrogation room, separated by sturdy steel doors, with shackles and even shackles for magic and martial arts measures.

Activating magic or martial arts requires specific actions. The shackles are to prevent such movements.

Well, there are various skills that can be dealt with even from this state, but if you try to reach that level you need magical tools.

The reality of Zoltan Prison is that it is difficult to pay thousands of peril silver coins per shackle.

"Not yet?"

"Don't open your mouth without permission"

"It's a waste of time for you too. I want you to call me when they come."

The jail sighed.

I have heard this man is a felony.

Probably, he will be sentenced to extreme sentence in a trial. I wondered if the bandits guild would have a side spear, but I didn't.

Rather, there is even an atmosphere where the troublesome person disappeared and was refreshing.

The Big Hawk, a brute force approach, was a heretic far from the Zoltan breezes. He was even sparse from his peers.

How long will this man's room last? ... If he is insulted by the fact that he can't help him, will he have to take over that obese body if he gets violent?

With that in mind, the prisoner was looking forward to seeing the moment when that arrogant expression collapsed, but was depressed when she imagined how hard she was.

Gongon and steel doors are knocked with knockers.

"This is OK"

The prisoner answered.

This is a procedure to prevent the door from being opened if the shackles are removed.

The key is inserted and the door opens.

Two men came in. One is also a prison guard. Another person ...

"Can you also wait outside? I want to talk with only two people."

"That's why"

"There is also a permit here."

"... I see. When you're done, call out from inside."

The young man said so and the two jailers went out of the door and locked the key.

A young man .... The adventurer, Bui, smiles when he turns his face toward Big Hawk.

"Hello Berryel"

Big Hawk's face, which had a cool expression before, was distorted by surprise.

Beriel is the real race name of the contract demon.

The name of a demon is basically anything that a human or an elf has arbitrarily named because of its racial nature. It is a common wisdom that the true name of a demon used secretly only during the same demon is not revealed to other races even if it dies.

"It's not surprising. I used to eat contract daemons in the past. We know the real names of almost every daemon."

"Ki, you, why are you here?"

"Red helped me get ahead. It would have been terrible if you let me out there."

"A ...!"

Buui ... Sisandan grabs the contract demon's neck as he shouts and seals his voice.

"You guys move without thinking in the future. What would you bring out the" protection of the devil? "What would you do if humans realized that the drug did not really need the heart of a demon? A drug that could release you. It must have been forbidden by God. "

"You, to destroy the heretics ... God must forgive my sins."

"Does angels controlling human sins sin? Interesting."

Sweat floats on the face of the contract demon.

(Bad, he knows how to kill me inside ...!)

I am no longer concerned about lower blessings.

"I, Immane! I'll break my contract with Big Hawk!"

The contract demon declared so with his throat tightened and whispering.

A contract appears in the air. And the contract broke with a noise.

"Oops"

A magical tornado spawns around the contract demon.

Sisandan stepped slightly backward to escape the effect.

"Chey !!!!"

The true appearance of a contract demon with goat legs appeared on the horned human face.

The demon scatters the flames and keeps them under control, heading straight to the door.

"What happened?"

After hearing the noise in the room, the prison guard shouted behind the door. ...... That was his bad luck.

The demon hit the door with his extra strength.

The steel doors whisk and blow off unbearably.

The prison guard standing in front was caught in a blown door and blew a few meters down to the underlay.

The impact broke his neck and he died instantly.

However, suddenly there was no fear or pain, it may be a little salvation.

The demon runs while roaring.

The jailers, trained in jailbreak, were confused by the appearance of a sprinting demon and had no choice but to stop thinking.

No one stopped the demon, but the demon did not go outside the fence.

The demon headed to another prison.

"Albert!"

Called the name, a man with a bandage on his right hand turned his cloudy eyes to the devil through the gaps in his ragged hair.

"Albert! New hope! I want to get out of here and head for the brave!"

"... I don't care anymore"

"No! You have a contract to dedicate your life to the defeat of the Demon King! It is impossible for the contract to decay here! Come on!

This is why the contract demon had room.

Even if there is no need to offer a soul in the first contract, if there is no other way to defeat the Demon King, Albert has no other choice but to make a soul offering.

Albert's soul is better than Big Hawk's.

The contract demon had calculated that the penalty for abandoning the contract was large, but most could be covered.

"... Okay, love it"

Albert felt forced and nodded without opposition.

"Good! I'm Immane! I'm here to sign a deal with Albert!"

Originally we would go through various steps to make sure there were no loopholes, but that is not the case now.

You have to escape from here right now.

You have to bring back the data that uses Zortan's "Protecting the Devil" to the Resistance.

Even if imperfect, the magic of the contract is activated, and the contract, pen and knife appear.

"hurry up!"

The contract demon hurries, but Albert holds the pen slowly, writes his name, and tries to hold a knife.

"Can I use my left hand?"

"Let's do it fast!"

He pressed his left thumb against the knife on the floor and cut it a little bit, pushing his finger into the contract.

"The contract has been made! In return for that wish! The soul is my thing!"

It was in time! The demon is relieved.

But why was it in time?

It must have been long enough to keep up with normal thinking.

Demon questioned, but the contract caused a magical storm, and the next moment, no one was in jail.

Looking at the inside from the entrance, Bui laughed happily.

"Is it working?"

The most troublesome thing is that you lose your identity as an asura.

Of course, you don't usually believe. Will laugh if it is a criminal paranoid.

But there's at least one person in the city who can truly reach the truth with that word alone.

Yes, Sisandan was wary.

"Buuui! Is it okay?"

"Sorry, I ran away"

Buuui was approached by the jailer and replied with a sad expression.

But you won't be blamed for missing an advanced demon.

That's not even a B-rank adventurer who can cope with the lack of Zoltan.

Even being kicked out could even be appreciated.

While explaining to the gathering jailers about the contract demon, Buuy thought about what to look for in this town.

In front of Luti, who had taken control of the Demon Army's camp and gathered loot, a man was exhausted ... Albert and a contract demon appeared.

Before Luty draws his sword, the demon activates his skill.

"Shift of mind plane!"

Rooty notices that she is not on the Demon King's camp in the woods, but on a cracked wilderness.

The man who should have been next to the demon is gone.

Rooty leaned slightly.

"First of all, the hero, Luty. I'm in the contract demon, the contract demon."

Rooty gazes coldly at the contract demon who speaks in a polite gesture.

Rooty drew his sword, but the sacred sword of the demon had turned into a shabby copper sword.

"This is the spiritual world. I wanted to talk to you a little bit and brought me in. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you, so what?"

"You're calm, maybe you're looking for a counterattack, but let me explain first. This is a pseudo-world created by me and your spirit. Please note that the wounds you have will be reflected in your physical body. ''

"so"

"You're really strong, but in this world most of your skills and magic are limited, so you need to get used to fighting here, for example."

Contract daemons are concentrated.

"I can do it"

The alter ego of the contract daemon appears one after another.

A contract demon surrounding the endless wilderness surrounded the brave Rooty.

"How is it? You were surprised?"

"I am not surprised"

"Yes, it's popular with everyone else. Well, I think you've learned that you shouldn't go against me in this world. I didn't come to kill you. I'm hostile to the Demon King's army, so let's talk comfortably. "

The contract demon is relieved that he has taken advantage.

In order to survive, you have to work well here.

Maybe you can get into the brave, and that's a feat you'll lose, such as defeat in Zoltan.

"Are you going against it?"

Rooty tilted her head and first looked down at the copper sword.

"What?"

The contract demon is amazed at the scene.

I wondered if the bronze sword was shining, and there was a sacred sword of the demon.

(Baby, stupid !? Reproduce artifact-level magic items in the spiritual world !? Even for me ...)

"I see, I understand."

So Ruti mutters, raising his right hand with the sword in the sky.

And silver rain fell.

"U, ah ... hi, hi!"

The contract demon was scared. He was born hundreds of years ago, but for the first time in his life he experienced a thought that stopped thinking.

He saw countless holy swords that were randomly and erratically plunged throughout the wilderness. Countless demon holy swords that appeared in the air were falling down on the demon that filled the wilderness, killing all of them.

"Oh, it's impossible! I can't! I'm trying to reproduce the myriad of artifacts like this countless! I've never heard of a hero or a demon who can do that!"

By the time I noticed, the dry wilderness had turned into a red swamp with a dead smell, with the blood of a demon.

"By the way, what are you talking about?"

Lutey asked his senior demon, holding his head down and screaming, without changing his expression.