Isekai de Kojiin wo Hiraitakedo, Nazeka Darehitori Sudatou to Shinai Ken (WN)

76. MIYAMOTO into the DARK Sider

"Shit! Shit! I can't believe they want to apologize to Masatug..."

The man poisons behind a solitary castle.

The first one had worked well since I came to this world.

He gained the unique skill of bearer of the Holy Sword and was particularly eyed by the King.

Luxury if you want.

It was just singing the spring of my world.

That went crazy since I met that Masatug all over the city.

Not until it turns out that the bearer of the Holy Sword who was supposed to have been given wasn't actually himself.

Since then, the man's prestige has fallen to the ground.

Regardless, the skill of using the Holy Sword remains.

So I could have used other holy swords.

but the fact that you can only use the holy sword that you were told could only be used by true brave men was enough to hurt a man's pride badly.

So, I swore.

The next time you meet a hateful Masatug, you must take revenge.

but how about the facts.

"I said that I would work under his command. ⁉"

For some reason, he was gaining powerful skills.

It seems like a weak skill to protect.

It is inherently a hevo skill that only protects your allies with a little higher defense.

That was supposed to happen.

"Shit! Shit!

The man's grudge never ends.

Therefore,

"I wonder what has been done. There, Mitsujin."

"Ahhh!

The man... Mia Moto looked amazing.

Now the meter that said frustrating and calm was equal to 0.

That's why I didn't notice.

"Oops, sorry about this. Was he the famous Mia Moto?"

To the fact that there was a tongue-inducing grin hidden in the expression of a man who said so and lowered his head deeply.

"Oh, you know me?

Mia Moto raised a voice that seemed unexpected.

I've just been told I'm a supporter who can't even be on the front line right now.

He was supposed to raise his medal on the front line and be regarded as a brave man of another world.

It was branded as a plain healer.

Regardless, Mia Moto and I understand very well that the role is important.

But I can't admit it.

He also realizes while slightly that that is childish enlarged self-esteem.

But just because I understood it, it's a different matter of whether it can be reflected in action.

In that regard, Mia Moto was only a child with no hard work yet. Naturally. Because he was only a 16-year-old boy, and he was raised in a wealthy, nothing short of home.

"Yes" is natural.

"None" was evil.

For the first time, he was experiencing something that was not enough in the other world.

This was supposed to be an opportunity to grow up.

I mean, in worded terms, the world doesn't get what it wants, he said. It was supposed to be time to know my limitations and, at the same time, my potential.

but the devil and I live in a gap between our hearts. I try to live there.

Satan is the use of an evil God.

It was probably just a shard gap, born in the arms of the Savior, who seemed omnipotent: Masatug.

to Mia Moto's question. The man......, the old man in priestly attire, smiles gently,

"Of course it is. Holy Swordsman, Lord Miyamoto, the brave man of the other world? There's nothing under the castle that doesn't know your name."

Mia Moto rejoiced in the word for a moment, but soon recalled that it was merely a snack.

"Stop. I'm not that good. Said he was a holy swordsman, how much better to use him..."

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but the words were swallowed up by laughter, no, unusually much laughter.

As he exaggerates, Mia Moto gives a slight expression to the ghetto laughter of the earlier serenity being a lie.

but at the next moment the priest stood with a favorable look on his face.

It's as if the nasty, as if the devil had removed the tag laughter was a lie just now.

No, I broke down because of Masatug and Miyamoto believed that was his hallucination.

"Anyway, I want to be alone now. Leave me alone."

I try to turn my heel back as I say so.

but

"Don't you want to beat Master Masatug?

Such words were released from the priest's mouth.

"What?"

Mia Moto asked back unexpectedly.

It's not like I didn't hear you.

The other way around.

It was the voice of Mia Moto itself today.

Jealousy of Masatug, jealousy of "Sora", jealousy of "Neta". A grudge that says he's taken his place, an envy for attracting the attention of his classmates.

Various emotions were swirling in Mia Moto's chest.

The priest's voice was like a mirror.

It even seemed as if my voice had appeared out of my mind as it was representing my thoughts.

That's why I overheard it.

"Yes, suddenly what are you talking about? I didn't say anything about Masatug!

"No, you did say that. Didn't they just not notice?

"Yes... Was it?

I can't remember very well.

Sure, I was thinking about Masatug all the time, so maybe I was putting it out in my mouth before I knew it.

Most importantly, for some reason, talking to a priest doesn't keep consciousness well and blurs the contours of things.

You say you'll calm down unexpectedly, or you don't know what you've been worried about.

What the hell was I thinking?

"Oops, has the illusion worked a little too well?

"Ran...... wow?

"Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho, it's nothing"

When the priest deepened his grin, as he chewed and included,

"Sir Miyamoto. You were trying to make Masatug a deceased who despised you."

"To the deceased?... No, I did resent it, but nothing goes that far..."

Hmm, you haven't got rid of the last wall yet. But it's only a matter of time.

"But Sir Miyamoto, let's leave Masatug like this for a long time. It's not just hard for you to see, is it?

"Isn't it just me?

"Dear Left"

The priest had such a troubled look on his face that

"He is seizing the throne and turning his soldiers to reckless battle. Yet I try to do nothing irresponsibly while sitting on the throne. I don't even try to make you feel like you're on the front line."

"My... like..."

Miyamoto felt an inconsistency in the priest's words somewhere.

But that was never perceived by Mia Moto as a specific word.

Because the priest...

No, because this devil, his servant from the evil god, suppresses Mia Moto's level of consciousness to about half normal.

Fantasy is not so much a user-friendly skill.

Often it doesn't work if you're not even a sleeping person.

But Mia Moto was now so amused by the devil's illusions.

He was exploited for his hatred of Masatug.

Therefore, the devil's sweet words easily melt Mia Moto's heart like a charming nectar.

The devil's words begin to sound true.

Masatug is the culprit of losing his country.

Take the holy throne and send the innocent soldiers to the front without praise. That is not a noble purpose to say, for example, to protect the country, but only an act of sacrificing the lives of others to protect their own lives.

We are united, destroying the ties of the nobles who were in the process of military deliberations, banishing the king, ruling Walms Castle with violence, banishing the weight of its position and the place of responsibility, whilst raging its life at will.

Exactly the demon that disrupts the country.

He says he is the Messenger of the Evil God.

Mia Moto gradually began to lend her ears to such blows.

Thus, I soon came to recognize that the devil's words were true.

Fantasies were sure, perceptions reached understanding.

He follows after as the priest leads him.

After Walms Castle. He didn't make it a one-stop shop.

Thus, Miyamoto was fascinated by the devil.