Isekai Shoukan wa Nidome Desu

"Master, it's your turn! Bring more booze!

"Dude, that's a lot of good-looking mouth, demon brother."

"I'm sober, I'm sober."

At night, Zion had his face on a liquor store that was also very busy in this city.

When it came to the criteria for choosing this store, it was because I first liked the high variety of liquors and the depth of the nostalgia of customers who could accept anything, whether demonic or beastly.

"Well, the humans here are lazy people even though the king has been fought..."

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. It's gonna happen."

"Yeah, well, there's a lot of adventurers here, and it doesn't really matter because they make a living hunting demons."

"I see..."

As the market and means of mobility rushed, Zion thought in a conversation with a customer who had been drinking with him at some point, as usual here alone, it was these people who could be in a different state on this occasion.

"More than that, brother, you're here in this city today, aren't you? Then watch out for the night lane. Maybe he'll pass away in a poke."

"Ah? Even Ghostman is leaving?

"If that's the case, he's already been exorcised. They say we're better than the rest of the city, and we're not gonna be left to do it. The problem is, there's a killer in this city who has no idea who he is or who he is."

The man takes the coins that were nearby and goes at the table one by one.

"Over the past few days, the bodies of citizens have been continuously discovered in the early morning. Some of them were well-known colleagues. There are two patterns, the crushed one or the chopped one. He always said this guy didn't turn into an instant death."

"Ha-ha-ha... some of them did terrible things"

"One of the people I know got fucked, too!? What the fuck is going on!

Another man drinks up.

The man who was talking about the case, he's not pale either.

"Come on, don't talk like you're gonna stink in a drinking place."

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to intimidate you, it's just that a good drunk guy like you has bad chest shit when he gets an ab..."

"Heh, I'm in danger..."

Zion drank all the booze he had in his hand at once.

Seems like a fairly high volume of alcohol, and the guests around.

"The one that reminds me of the crisis? I want to see it! If there's such a thing!

Zion put his hand on another jock as the guests cheered.

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"Hmm, Passenger"

"Yeah, so don't walk in the city too late. It's relatively safe because it's busy at night in the tavern and near this guild, but where it's not even popular at all, there's a case."

"Thank you for the advice. I don't have a hobby of running at night in the first place, so it's time for me to go home."

"Yes, take care!

Sent out to the guild receptionist, Lamina leaves the guild behind.

Today she was doing a crusade quest for a large demon who built a nest near the city and got the money to play and live for about a week.

Because it was originally a quest to be taken by more than ten people partying together, or because of that fatigue, it wraps Lamina's body.

(This is going to make you feel comfortable sleeping today...)

The sunset is about to set, and the more dim the road walks towards the inn.

I was also thinking about taking my neck at last if the rumored passageway I heard in the guild came out, but happy or unhappy, it didn't show up before her.

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All right, everybody seems to be asleep.

"Don't you have to do anything in the middle of the night?

"There's a lot of concentration in this task... no one will interrupt me at this hour"

"Well... sure"

"Look, let's just do it! The more time you have, the better."

"That's right."

When the city was quiet, me and Straw were facing each other on the bed in the room.

Zion hasn't returned yet.

Probably still drinking, that guy.

I've never seen you where you're drunk...

Lamina is neat in her room by now.

Sounds like you've had a lot of work.

I wonder what it was like to get used to shoulders.

Gurus should be in the same room... well it doesn't matter.

"So you're going to start. Look, hands on it."

"Oh."

I honestly offered one hand.

"... sorry, with both hands"

"Go ahead."

In the end, I even offered another one.

Straw grips it with his own hand and closes his eyes.

"The Lord meditate on your eyes, too. Don't ever lose focus until you tell me you want to."

"Oops......"

"Let the divine power of the eagle flow first to you. Now just feel it."

……

I feel something pouring into my body that's gone of magic and nothing.

No, wait. This is - - - -.

"Hey, Straw"

……

"I don't feel anything, I think I've lost my mind"

I feel my heart, my emotions, getting colder.

Already, everything doesn't matter anymore.

This... I've tasted it several times before.

"That's fine. Divine power can only be dealt with by God. I mean, the Lord is now a pseudo-god. God doesn't have feelings, because he doesn't need them to govern the world."

……

"You can't even think about it anymore, or I'll let you go once."

Straw's hand moves away from mine.

As my divine powers fell out of my body, I gradually regained consciousness.

No, I was conscious of nothing, but that's the closest way to put it.

"What do you say? I feel like I've lost my emotions."

"You don't feel good. More than that, I said God doesn't have feelings, but you and Clarisil do. What are you talking about?"

"Oh, because I had enough time to distract them. If you live long enough, your emotions will bud."

"... are you really budding?"

"What? You think the Lord has lived longer than hundreds of billions?

Straw asks me as I nibble.

I'm annoyed, but there's nothing I can do when they say that.

But if we keep going like this, we lose our emotions even if we're lucky enough to have divine power.

I don't care what you have to do with that.

"Don't worry, you're alive with emotions, so you can put it right back where you lost it... there's no certainty."

……

"Well, it doesn't matter after that! Anyway, now I'm going to repeat this and awaken the divine power in you!

"Ooh..."

Grabbed my arm again and put my divine power into it, I was erased again and continued to receive divine power with no heart as I said.

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"Ha... ha... look, you idiots"

While Setsu and the others were training, Gurus was slicing the rope and escaping with the knife he had hidden.

The knife he used is passed down from generation to generation to the royal family, something that changes shape in response to the magic of the royal family.

It would also be irresistible for the Sets not to notice because they were kept extremely small and hidden in the body and removed if necessary.

However, it was their downfall that bracketed the height because they used magical rope.

There's no way that a blade that passes to the royal family can't cut the commercially available rope.

"I need to get back to the King's Capital somehow... because they didn't kill me and I could pick up my life, you can't stop bleeding me...!

This city is huge.

If we were to take this road a little off the boulevard, we would be taken a lot of time.

If you go down the main street, it's a straight line to the outside, but this is the only way to go beyond the high risk of people seeing you.

"We can get out of the city by morning! Until then - -"

"Target found, kill."

"Huh..."

Gurus accidentally drank his breath.

What suddenly appeared in front of me was a big man over two meters loose.

The moonlight that was illuminating Gurus was covered in so much Gatai's goodness.

"Roger, one more thing, we're approaching Lady Claire Sill's ambitions."

"Huh!?"

Soon, there was also a woman standing directly behind her.

The opposite of the previous man, but its intimidation remains completely unchanged.

He was pinched by such unusual beings.

"Judge God to the haters - -"

"No, don't! I'm royal!? You're not even supposed to get close."

"Weird, people-like (...)."

"I can - -"

The big man's hammer goes down.

Gurus, whose tough fists slapped him, was slapped to the ground, scattering everything and desperate.

There must have been quite a noise, but the inhabitants of the city don't realize who they are alone.

The wind whirling around them did not leak any of the sound.

But the gaze doesn't go that way.

"What the fuck!

"Hey! Aren't these the rumored passers-by!?"

What showed up on the spot was a pair of adventurers who were drinking with Zion at the tavern.

In order to protect their precious city, they were getting ready and starting their midnight patrol today.

At this time, some adventurers were patrolling elsewhere, but all I can say is that they were unlucky to have come to this place.

"Also, haters have appeared"

"Next time I will bring the judgment to justice. Judge the haters..."

"How bumpy are you talking! Damn the city...! I'll kill you!

"Let's go!

The two pull out their swords and rush out for the culprit of the Passover case.

"It's a blind eye."

But their feet were suddenly cut off and they danced through the universe.

The unsupported body falls to the ground.

"Oh, that?"

"Hi, hi!

Blood blows out of their legs.

And at the next moment, my neck was flying.

They open their eyes and don't even realize they're dead.

It's just that she was standing.

"Pity... is it so brittle with people"

"This isn't enough to annoy that guy's hand. We are now closest to the Seven Sacred Swords… For the sake of further haters, let us now keep ourselves hidden in this city."

Two, no, two disappear into the city at night.

And there was another scream that I couldn't hear anywhere - - - -.