Edgar says nothing more and waits straight at the entrance.
Shaw looked at Hal for a moment, but followed Edgar without saying anything.
When I went down to the dining room on the ground floor, a lot of people gathered and bothered even though it was way past dinner time.
In the middle of it, a mentor sits to be surrounded. There were healers, pharmacists, Delilah's father and others who knew.
But it is still children who stand out among adults. Cyrus is holding back by his side to protect him.
"Rick!"
"Shaw! Hal!
When Rick looked up all the time, he called the two names as if he was relieved.
And I caught the attention of the dining room at the same time.
But Shaw is used to this. Allowing Edgar to follow behind him, Shaw and Hal walked away with dignity to their mentor and Rik. The pedestrian walls crack as if the road were open.
"Dear Sain,"
"Shaw, Hal"
When the mentor stood up, he rarely hugged the two. Shaw was surprised to know that he always wanted to, but was reluctant to Falco and Leon, and that they would be embarrassed and refrain from doing so.
"What the hell happened?
"That's it."
I started talking to someone who was sitting across the street, not a mentor. Shaw remembered the man somehow.
"Sure Amfa's..."
"That's right. Thanks for healing my back then."
Looks like he was one of those healed.
"I have only guided the Apostle. The Apostle was tired and rested first, so he's out here instead."
I understand the circumstances, but what is a messenger? Shaw had a bad feeling.
"Terminally speaking. Nordham, full of demons."
"Falco!"
Hal grabbed Shaw's elbow as he screamed and moved about to jump out to the entrance. The hand is shaking.
When I saw that hand, and I saw Hal at the end of that hand, Shaw snapped.
Big eyes, seemingly overflowing tears. Trembling mouth. Still, eyes that strike a strong light.
What happens now when I run outside? How does that help Falco if he drives his horse to Ampha where he can finally ride.
"Hal, I'm sorry"
"It's okay. Because I know."
Hal shook his head sideways.
"Sain, I'm sorry. Let me talk to you a little more."
For Shaw and Hull who said so, Rick and Cyrus prepared a chair for me.
The people gathered in the dining room wondered that Shaw and Hull had been called, and what those two did. But putting Shaw and Hull aside, the fact that their foster parents went on a demonic crusade to Nordham hissed through the dining room, and a sympathetic gaze was poured on Shaw and Hull.
"He said the amount of demons this year was unusual, and that's why he had predictions that demons would flood him. For that reason, in Nordham, it was written in this letter that magicians and hunters were working together to plan on the assumption that they would be overflowing"
The mentor pointed to a letter placed on the table in front of him.
"They wrote a lot of letters because things might not be communicated exactly verbally. letters written exactly as they were, and then our letters and"
"May I read it"
When Shaw received the letter, he read the two types of letters alternately with Hull.
"If it's as inherited, the demons will do their best after a while past Ampha. It says that you probably won't get to Canaan and even if you do, the amount of demons will be considerably reduced"
"Sounds like that's what you're expecting. But because of this, they let me know in advance. We must anticipate the worst if demons arrive and put in place measures to combat them."
The two nodded.
The mentor stood up.
"I'll tell you this first, don't try to stand up to demons. This is absolute!
This just seemed unexpected, and those in the town of Canaan who were probably trying to organize a militia to deal with demons were taken lightly.
"That the people of the town, when the warnings of the coming of the demons come, lock themselves in the house and never go outside. The measures run out of it!
"Why! I got a call because of you, but what are you gonna do without standing up to me!
"If we're stuck in the house, the fields won't work!
That's what the people in town said to me.
"I can't! I can't! Not us!
It was unexpectedly the people of the town of Amfa who stood up and argued against the people of the town.
"We've already been saved once by our mentors and these little healers. Ampha was about to be attacked by a bunch of honey lizards this spring!
Everyone became quiet knowing that the same plain town had already been attacked by demons.
"They told us not to go outside either. But I got out. These little kids are trying to protect us out of town. You'd think we'd be the only ones stuck in the house, hey."
That's exactly what the people in the town of Canaan were thinking. Although it was unexpected that Shaw and the others were facing demons in Anfa.
"But demons are not little things like lizards. We went outside because the demon was already out of town. But the meadow was a demon defeated by the hunters of the deep woods, so filled with no footsteps."
Someone spit on you.
"One head at a time, half the size of an adult. We don't have a sword. Sickle, sickle. And a dagger. You wield something like that and you tell me how many you can take down before we can do it. Before that, we can die from a lot of demons, or we can fall from each other's swinging weapons."
After that, Shaw warmed his chest a little, saying that if he thought that way properly, he had tried his best to stay strong in Anfa.
"Well, the next demon coming down from the Rock Cave is a croissant lizard. It is twice as big as the honey lizard that went out to Ampha, that is, as big as an adult, with heavy, sharp nails and hard skin. If you're not a trained swordsman, you can't take them down first."
To the quiet words of the mentor, the people of the town who were standing up bow down with one another.
"Well, what am I supposed to do..."
This is where the measures begin.
"It doesn't necessarily mean the demons will stop outside of town. We should think about when we got into town or the fields."
What to do when attacked, and after attacked? I have to think about things that I might not be able to get out of the house for days, and when I got hurt because I couldn't get to church.
Demons may not come. I might do my best in front of the town. But he might come to town. If it were to come, it would be as little as a week.
There is no time.
Shaw and Hal had no choice but to see that reality gradually stain the town's people.
Either way, Shaw and Hull's roles are set. Especially Hal.
Shaw looked softly at Hal. Hull's eyes, which were shaking anxiously, had calmed down already, and the eyes of those who were ready.
My role as a mage who graduated from college.
I mean, the front line of defense.
With his mentor, he will be putting up his body outside of town.
Shaw held Hull's hand gently resting on his lap.
"Because I'm with you"
In those two hands, a small hand wore over them as an adult.
"I'm with you."
Edgar's hand held them in so as to envelop those three from behind.
He is a healer, but a pharmacist, but he is also a swordsman and a magician.
That's what living in a northern town means.
Come on, let's get our chests up. To serve.