Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

The old man looks at the sword.

I saw myself on the blade.

Cloudy eyes, dead skin, completely white beard and hair, old man's face from everywhere.

Then I looked at my hands.

An old wound that is being swallowed by wrinkles.Octopus's warped fingers look like old wood.Old people swallow life.No matter what life we go through, we are all old people in the end.

But even if you're old, there's still something left.

Anecdotes to honor, blood and children, forged things, built things.

Many die without leaving anything behind.Those who leave something behind are lucky.

The old man is a lucky man.

Live in a lonely cabin with a breeze.No friends, no family, no wealth.Though he is a shameful abandoner, there is still power in his hands.

Wow, it's about time.

Exhale.

The old man was depressed.

I was going to die on my own before I blurred and dripped my manure.Thinking like that, I cut off my relationship with women, property and family members and hid behind the mountain.

Yes, while I still have the power to hold my neck.

Even so, I survived nearly a decade with Daladara.

I don't know why. I have no reason to live, but I don't know why I can't die.

All I know is pain and hunger.

My rusty knee hurts.

The old body is hungry.

"It's about time."

I put my sword on my neck before I really became a pathetic old man with nothing.

But at the end, I dream.

Look at the long running lights.

[01]

My first memory is my mother's.

His mother was a hunter.

My father is gone. It was normal not to be there, and I never cared.

My mother was a beautiful and tough man.

The left continent is a cold and harsh environment, and the animals that live there are hungry and fierce.Otherwise, we'll be prey.

The beauty of the snow and the cold are the very women of the kings' earth.

I was taught a lot of things.

How to set traps, how creatures work, how they move, and how they kill.

Without this “teaching”, his life would not have begun.

The turning point came when a nearby village was attacked when he was thirteen.It was the neighboring army that attacked us.

The war spread to his remote home.

My mother let him go and was taken prisoner by the enemy.Running into the woods, he waited for his mother.I realized it was stupid two days later.

I shouldn't have waited.

The house was burned.The abandoned mother's body showed signs of torture.

He understood what to do.

He was thirteen children, but his mother taught him how to retaliate.

I followed the army.

The enemy was much fewer than I expected.I lured him into the woods and killed ten people in a trap.Six men with crossbows, three with agricultural tools, and the man with the head smashed limbs with stones, and burned them alive.

He didn't stop.

We crossed the border after the fleeing remnants.Perseverance, no one left, took two years to kill them all.

He was bet on the prize and chased by kings and mercenaries.

It was learned quite a while later that there was a king's trail among the remnants.

"Hey, Forest Ghost."

He was captured by mercenaries.

When I tried to escape, I was able to escape.

He didn't escape because he was tired of fighting for two years without rest and lost his sense of vengeance.He was ready to die.

"That's an unbalanced name for a boy.Call me Medim from today. "

But the mercenaries made him one of them.

The mercenaries told their companions that 'it's more lucrative than the bounty', but the real reason was different.

The mercenary's name is Garschpal.A man later named King of Mercenaries.Still at this time, it's Garschpal, who leads a small mercenary regiment.

He learned the sword from Garschpal.

I wasn't motivated, but every time I waved my sword, I drowned in it.

The metal stick that scatters the smell of blood and manure wraps up a magic that can't be said to be broken.I saw light in the life and death of a man determined by flash.I was fascinated by the shine of the blade.

The more I loved the sword, the more I loved him.He waves his sword to fill a chipped heart.

In just one year, his swordsmanship entered the mercenary regiment with five fingers.

And there came another turning point.

"Gorotsuki and Ashtaria fought."

According to Garschpal, the mercenaries doubted their sanity.

It's more like Ashtaria.

It is the most feared [Black Grander] of kings.

The kingdom is not a great force, but the king's personal courage is flying away.

Grandel played first in fourteen, then fought for twenty-six years, and never lost.As well as battle results on the battlefield, I will not lose to the tournament of riding and playing.

Although there have been several defeats in Ashtaria itself, as soon as Grandell appears on the battlefield, victory begins.Alone, Grandell has rewritten the faction maps of several kings.

A man who turns even white snow black.

King of everlasting victory, [Black Grandell].

Fewer than a hundred mercenaries are not a good match to sell fights.

"Well, listen."

Garschpal says.

For this job, I'll give Ashtaria a little tease and hit the other kings.It's not a war. It's a fight.

It's easy to say, but it's the other guy.

Garschpal continued to be so cloudy.

"Our client is Elysion.I got an advance to buy a small castle. "

The mercenaries have no rebellion against the center that the kings speak of.As long as there is money, mercenaries do everything.The larger the amount, the more motivated the client is.

Besides, if we do this well, we'll be able to connect with Elysion.

This is your chance to be a mercenary on the left-hand continent.

The problem is,

"What's the solution?

"That's you. Boy."

To his question, Garschpal answered with a smile.

"Grab a woman."

Garschpal's plan is to grab Grandell's hot mistress.luring Grandell out to feed on it.

He was tired of participating in Ashtaria's recruitment.Not as a mercenary, but as a wretched boy who burned his home in the fire.

Surprisingly, the Ashtaria exam was conducted by Grandell himself.Meet with a wooden sword and hire if Grandell likes it.

Even if you are confident in your arms, you are too careless.

In fact, there were two assassins mixed up before his turn.

Grandell severed it.He mutilated the human body with a wooden sword.

I didn't understand the meaning.Is this supposed to be swordsmanship?Isn't it magical?His turn comes when he thinks.

I confronted and understood that Grandell was a big man.

His physique is the same, but his presence and temper are great.Even the wooden stick you hold looks big.

It was to that extent that I could understand.Only the surface layer of strength.Still hiding strength in the back.

He thought it interesting.

Understanding Grandell's strength will make me stronger.

Then we'll see how it goes.

He appeared to meet fiercely and focused on avoidance.I won't take it. If you take it, you will definitely break your bones.

He fought Grandell nearly five times as long as the other participants.

Every time you dodge and sharply knock back a piece of paper, a small cheer leaks from your surroundings.

Surprisingly, Grandell grabbed his wooden sword with his bare hands.A battle in which the wooden sword was regarded as a true sword.Grasping it with your bare hands could be an admission of defeat.

"You're a dog."

I was beaten in the abdomen.It was like a broken castle hammer.

When I woke up, I was in prison.

Ah, that's it.

That is what he thinks.Mercenaries are just groups acting in concert.I mean, there's no reason to come and help him when he's fucked up.

I have no doubt about my life.

If you regret it, you only touched the strength of Grandell.I felt like I only saw it for a moment.It's just a difference in rating, but if the blade is delivered there, your sword will shine more.

My body aches.

Fortunately, there are no shackles, hands and feet are free.

With the fictional sword in his hand, he began to pretend.

Then,

"Boy, you're strong, aren't you?I will help you, so let me escape the country. "

The woman who appeared in the cold cell was mistaken for a creature from another world.

Silver long hair, long beast ears, white long big tail.The skin is as white as snow, and the ankles that drag the shackles are red and bleeding.

It's him.

He instinctively felt it.

If a man as old as Grandell gets a fever, it's definitely this woman.

This is how I met Valsina.

I almost became an adventurer.