Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[04]

I hold the reins of the horse on the carriage.

It is an old brown horse that pulls the bed. He used to be a horse in the past, but now he is leisurely moving on the meadow.

Horses are good.

I don't need to be fast so I want one. I don't want to be like Valsina on which your Majesty was riding.

I want to immerse yourself in the idyllic atmosphere as it is, but it is not so.

"Is there an idea?"

The next beautiful elf stares at me.

"………………is there"

"Hey, what's in the meantime? I won't say I'm thinking now!"

There is a plan, but I don't know what to do until I try it.

What do you think you can get stuck?

"That's true, Air. I'll do it well.

"I'll do it. I'll call it" you. " Haruna calls you “Daddy”, and she has a strange love for Sigle. Is n’t she an infant hobby?

I feel nostalgic.

"What's grinning?"

"Hahaha"

I'm smiling.

“…………… Kimo”

"Ha ha"

That word is shock.

"Roughly, what's the meaning behind this ??" It's faster to dispose of ashes, as the snow breeze says, and feed on dungeon monsters. "

The cold gaze of the elf princess tells us that he is not a joke.

"Slower is sometimes better"

"strange thing"

The slower one is not suitable for mercenaries in Heures Forest. To say or not to say.

If you worry about the forest because it's weird, you're suspicious. You have to save the Elves without being noticed, natural and accidental.

Well, Melm guys impressed me with awkward things.

I'll do it. I'll use it for the short life ahead. I have nothing else to do. It's filial piety.

"Sir Air .... I'm about to hide my figure."

"I'm called" sama "and called, so it's creepy."

Air has disappeared.

"Do you do?"

My two sisters bother me.

The camp of the mercenary king came into view. Guard guards stare at me.

That's bad. That is an honest impression.

The tents are lined up neatly. The camp arrangements are more functional and more efficient than the kings' army we saw before. It is the appearance of a military like a strong army.

He underestimated the enemy's abilities in the image of a mercenary. Maybe more than a knight of Elysium.

"Stop. Who is it?"

Naturally, he can be stopped by guards.

The number is four. He had a halberd, a spear with an ax-shaped knife on the tip.

I point to the wooden box of the carrier.

"I wish the father of the adventurer a look."

"No such person. Go home."

Two guards cross Halberd and close the entrance.

"I brought the goods he asked for."

"I haven't heard. Go home."

Yes, as expected.

"This bottle cabbage is necessary for your" voyage "."

Remove one bottle from the box and throw it to the guard.

"I don't know what it is. Go home."

Caught and thrown back. Receive and return to box. If you don't need it, make it a breakfast item.

"So what about another one?"

The loading bed has a wooden barrel and a barrel. A barrel with an unnatural cloth.

"I think this is higher than cabbage."

When I rolled up the cloth, a human face came out. It is the face of a man as thin as a wire bitten by a monkey claw.

After taking all the equipment and restraining it, he packed it in a barrel and put out only his head. It is a miserable figure.

“………………”

The guards silently held Halberd.

In such a case, keeping calm is a professional attitude.

"There are 20 of the same ones in total. How about one gold coin?"

That's three times the adventurer's price.

"What better is our ax spear than that?"

"On the left"

Why do bad predictions come true?

Four guards move at once. He held the halberd with a steady movement and carried it down.

Four heavy attacks approach my head. If hit, it will look like a crushed tomato. Just a little effort and nothing to do.

That little time is a skill gap that never reaches.

The blade flashes.

Halberd's tip fell on the meadow. All four were neatly cut from the handle. There is no sound, even the moment of the sword is not shown.

Return the sword held in the opposite hand and hit your own shoulder with the peak.

"I don't kill you because it's not a piece of copper."

The basis of negotiations is to match values with the other party. This time, let's go over the money.

Is that as usual? I don't think so.

"Well, are you still fighting with broken spears? Or are you cheering and are they in the same eyes? That's why some of you return to the camp and say to the mercenary king, "There's a man who wants to negotiate with you.

The guards pulled quickly. And came back in three times the number.

Reluctantly, get off the pedestrian stand and play with the other party. Fighting at the peak was painstaking. It was hard to break the opponent. It is much easier to kill.

Mercenaries are strong. The strength of two Elysium knights is strong. If you compare it with a mock …….

"I guess it was bad"

Turn off the blade and put it in a sheath. The mercenary opened the enclosure, noticing that something was wrong. Carefully pull the injured out of time.

"T"

Pain as if the heart was stabbed with a needle. At the same time, my feet are slightly fluttered.

Immediately, I took out a small bottle from my waist pochette and drank it.

"Gu"

Terribly spicy. It's like a spicy seasoning of air. Burning stomach and throat. Sweat gushes on the forehead. However, the sound of the intense heart sounds to the ears. My body has become active.

The first one as soon as possible.

I can't think of pacing.

"Kill from those who have entered the gap"

If blood flows, it's far from negotiating. Plan B. In other words, go down from the bottom in order.

This is the worst hand. Can it be called a measure? I feel stunned by the air I see somewhere.

That is, it stands in a natural body. No matter what you approach, you will be in a position to slash with one sword. It's the worst development, but it feels better.

Probably because of medicine. I feel like it's from the beginning.

"Go down you"

A bitter voice resounded. It is a middle-aged man who broke the mercenary.

Stubble on black hair. Right eye is black, left eye is gold. A physique trained without gaps. Armor is a sword tied to the waist in leather armor that has been repaired many times. Simple and no-frills figure. As always, he doesn't seem to be going to be prestige. Nevertheless, you can see the history of battles at a glance.

Adventurer's father.

My father.

There is no eyepatch unlike before. The left eye that should have been hidden is exposed. What kind of emotional change? What happened while I was away? Isn't there a reply when you hear it right now?

"And who are you?"

"Ash Urs La Tilt. Another name ------"

If you eat poison, up to the plate.

If poisons die anyway, will they eat them in large quantities?

"I'm the first hero, Dilbad Duin Ol'Oulu."

I lower the hood and expose my face.

White hair, slightly extended horns. The same golden eyes as my father.

I felt a wave of a sign. Do the mercenaries around me think I'm fake, or take me as truth? Heroes and others live in anecdotes. Doubt if you like it. If you want to believe, believe it.

"It's daring to deceive. So what's the hero of Elysium's fucking hero serving the kings?"

Father. Isn't it worse than before? Rather rejuvenated?

"It's money. One person ... I'm troublesome, so 100 gold coins are fine."

"Do you think you'll pay?"

"Don't pay?"

I think it's about morale.

When he pats his stubble, he recalls something.

"No, you pay. Do you know what the prize was on your neck as the real first hero? 9000 9000 gold coins. Each king's camp will be happy to pay. You can hand it over to Elysium if you have a neck.

"ah I see"

I understand what my father wants to say. I'm a former party member, so I can understand it.

"It means paying the ransom with my prize money."

"That's it."

Dad laughs with a grin-like face.

scary scary. She is bloody and fluttering while scared.

"Do you use Katana?"

"You are also"

Dad goes one step further. So it's already time.

I am not ready. It is this person's sword technique that immediately emits death from the natural body. My sword technique imitated that. After all, imitation is no match, but after all imitation is just the beginning. Various things have been cut by imitation.

Now my sword technique has been transformed into something completely different.

Oh, really bloody.

I want to try. How far can my skill pass to this person's real thing?

There are no results in my head.

Only by betting your life on the flash of the blade that blooms in a moment, you can be said to be a swordsman. Your Majesty will do it. No, I want to.

One deep breath. Fine and thin, sharp and sharp. Creates extreme extreme perception. You can hear the wriggling of human flesh and the creaking of bones. I could even feel the leaves of the grass swaying in the blind spot. Make your body soft like water. Hold the handle of the sword with the other hand.

After that, just cut it.

An instant flash. The blades that were pulled out crossed each other without intersecting.

"joke"

Because I lost my position. Arrows were growing on the left thigh. Only one person knows that he can shoot an arrow in this momentary gap.

I noticed the sign of the air disappearing quickly.

Of course. You choose old friends over unidentified men.

That's right.

I pulled my sword in a collapsed position and lost my balance and rolled on the ground. Father swings his sword. He's not sweet enough to overlook this stupid opportunity.

Oh, this is dead.