It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

Processing the impending beast undead suddenly allowed magic to be imparted to the chain. Because I had unconsciously imparted magic to the chain from time to time, I noticed the moment the effect of the demonic sealing stone was gone.

Someone destroyed the demon seal stone. I'm in this country now, and it's quite possible that it's Yasteto, who was planning to rendezvous with Lachra or the Reals.

A more accommodating opponent than the army of the Scarlet Demon King, if only magic could be used. He was not the real enemy that binds it with María, a battle-trained saint who incorporates' pale 'and purifying magic, who excelled in necromancy, and Yugra's droppers.

"You don't seem to be within the scope of magic detection anymore. Morali, I want you to head to the material vault with Ekdoyk. There must be a good chance there's a Lachra or Yasteto. Prince Noufsa will evacuate me and the Ethereal Demon King responsibly."

The words of reality led me to move near the other material vault with Morali's transfer magic.

Real must have read my desire to rendezvous with Lachra and given this instruction. "Pale" and Marea had a slightly dissatisfied look on their face, but if they couldn't keep Prince Noufsa with a globally wanted criminal, they were to accompany Ritial.

"- That's the limit. I still can't connect with the Imperial Stone beyond that."

"On the contrary, it means there's no mistake ahead."

At the end of your gaze, you can see the material vault. And from here on out, you have to be careful where you can't use magic.

Morali also understands the neighborhood, and feels more alert to his surroundings.

"Damn it. Why should I leave Lady Real and go find your sister?"

"Isn't the purpose, in one way or another, of having Yasteto recovered?

"That's what Yasteto is, right? You can leave that alone."

Yasteto...... He put Morali first, and even though he acted so detrimental to the realities he was serving once...

A few on the way to the material vault, and a few undead on the wall even after entering the facility.

He was being stabbed and powerless. This much force moves, Lachra won't be able to do it. Then is Yasteto the one who can think of it?

Further, upon arrival at the entrance to the material vault, there was the figure of Yasteto, bloodstained all over his body but sticking out like a pillar over and over again towards something.

"Wow, Egg"

"- Morali? Besides... did you rendezvous with Master Real?"

"Is that... the undead of the beast"

Yasteto doesn't stop his hand from moving as he looks back. At Yasteto's feet, the undead of the beast tries to regenerate, but it continues to disintegrate.

Yasteto, whose whole body is stained in bright red, the majority of it is returned blood or splashed flesh pieces, but his injuries are also quite severe. There is a thousand cuts of meat leading up to some of the arms and legs, and even the part where the bones are visible.

Still, I guess the only reason I can focus on my work without changing one expression is because of his talent as a dropper.

"This guy can't be skewered around columns. It's the only way to buy time for a constant attack."

"Buying time...... does that mean anyone in there?

"Oh, Lachra's supposed to be destroying the demon seal stone... but the fact that the two of us are here means we could have used the metamagic nearby"

Hearing its name, he hurries into the material vault. Yasteto shouldn't know what's going on inside at that beast undead stop. Though it has succeeded in destroying the demonic seal stone, it does not necessarily mean that there are no other undead inside.

The figure of Lachra was quickly found. It would have been quite huge. There was that back in the wreckage of the demonic seal stone.

"Are you all right, lackluster!

The first voice uttered was blocked by the collision sound generated near Lachra. The sound now is the slaughter by the junction collided with the demon seal stone...... no, that's crazy.

There are still a number of demon sealed stones big enough around here because of how crushed they are. You shouldn't be able to use magic construction under this circumstance.

When the larger demon seal stone that was in the front crumbles, Lachra starts to flutter to the left and right. Stick your hands out in front of you, as if you weren't blind - Eh!

"Rackle!"

When I let Lachra look back closer, I was able to understand everything Lachra was doing.

Lachra is bleeding from both eyes, and those eyes no longer perform their normal functions. But I can see that you are using a true 'blind eye' from the magic that is put in it.

This symptom is the same as when she was a mother. She has not been eroded by demonic powers, but she has strained her eyes considerably.

"Hehe!? That voice is Brother Ekdoyk!?

"... something I've been so impotent about."

I guess if I built it in my eyes, I would have decided that it would be less affected by the demonic seal stone, and I would have built a junction with it and slapped it. When I was talking to my countrymen about these eyes, I was talking about theoretically possible... but that's only a theoretical story.

"Well, I was wondering if it would be easier for you guys to keep it a little smaller... Huh! Yes! Brother Ekdoyk! Is Mr. Yasteto okay?!? He's outside."

"The deep hand was borne,"

"I'm glad..."

"That's enough if you can do it. Let's get the hell out of here."

"Wow!?

Lachra has no strength in her body and is about to collapse. The same goes for the strain on the eye, but the drain of magic is almost at its limit. Getting around on your own will be difficult. Hold the rack and go outside the material vault.

"Oh, you know, isn't it heavy?

"It's heavier than 'Pale', but lighter than Mary's equipped with armor. Without armor, Mary would be lighter. But even if it's heavy, it's a human category, never mind. But I'm not wearing any muscles, so you should refrain from eating between meals."

"Oh, this guy's lacking in delicacy... I knew it"

Outside, Yasteto was tying his wounds with cloth, and Morali was putting debris on top of the wreckage of the undead. Even if we can't be powerless given the regenerative power, we're going to be able to buy some time just to leave this place.

"Are you all right? Successfully reduced the influence range of the Magic Seal Stone. Hurry up and get this place... are your eyes okay?

He's always been hurt like a dream.

"Considering you've been straining your eyes ever since the effects of the Demon Seal Stone expired, you'd better hurry and treat them"

"... Morali, you take Mr. Lachra first and leave with metastatic magic. I'll be fine if I move to a magical place and get a first aid."

"Don't give me orders. You're dying because you skipped the bleeding and fought."

"No problem. If I move to a place where magic can be used and do first aid, I'll join the fight."

"You know..."

"If Lady Ritial were to cooperate with the people of Yugra's stars, I would have a new mission. Just do it."

Morali was staring at Yasteto for about a few seconds, but eventually he walked over to me with his tongue pounding and received the lacra he was holding.

"Wow, that's heavy on your chest"

"This guy too!?

"Hey, Ekdoyk. You help Yasteto heal him. This guy delivers to the fastest place I can treat him."

"I was entrusted. And Lachra, please."

Morali never replied, and took Lachra away from the scene. If you travel to a place where magic can be used, you will be able to travel from there to your destination faster than anyone else.

After seeing it through, Yasteto slowly walks up to us.

"Ecdoik....... I'm sorry, can I borrow your shoulder?

"Oh, oh..."

With his shoulder, Yasteto left most of his weight on this side. So did Lachra, but Yasteto has little power in his body either.

In a situation where magic cannot be used, we defeated the undead of that beast with only flesh. I guess the wear and tear was considerable.

"I'm sorry. That eye of Mr. Lachra, that one is quite imposing. It's like I let her bear it."

"I'm not going to blame you. If you look at the situation, I can tell this was the best."

A highly physically capable Yasteto would not have been impossible to destroy the demonic seal stone on its own. In that case, however, Lachra will bear the role of stopping the beast's undead.

The result would undoubtedly have been more tragic than it is now. I can't resent any of them because I appreciate what I've done to this extent.

"Morali has a bad attitude, but he does the job he takes well. Let's guarantee it."

"I'm not going to doubt that either. But is it true that you can be given a new assignment from Real?

"... if Morali cares about it, one or two more people won't have a big impact on metastatic magic. It's true we have a mission."

"Right...... Then I can help you with your treatment."

"I have heard of Mr. Ekdoyk's therapeutic skills. Thank you for your cooperation."

"Ecdoik is fine. For struggling with each other as brothers, we're going to get along."

"... oh. But I think Mr. Lachra is decent enough. Compared to Morali..."

"No, he's the one who bothered his countrymen."

Remember to be alert to your surroundings and travel while supporting Yasteto. The undead were still trying to kill us.

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"Now - at the end!

Elias was strong enough to fight in full swing. Unlike during the Archreal, there was not even a struggling element in the underground dinosaur undead.

Even though the dinosaur undead tried to target 'me' intensively, Ilias took me at a distance and flipped quickly to snap the enemy's neck.

Even under surrounding circumstances, he grasped all the enemy's movements and protected 'me' with overwhelming strength.

But despite all the achievements, there is no change in Hilmera's expression. Even if my anger at 'me' remains unchanged, I have not come to her disadvantage in a warlike sense.

"A boulder. I wish you would have fought a little harder after only targeting poor servants. In the first place, why would a Tayz knight use purifying magic?"

"It's just that those on the Yugra fringe were guardians."

"You don't have to answer seriously. Because you have no interest in dust."

I would even do one of the complicated faces if it were the usual Ilias, but I guess I'm worried about Hilmera's room to show it.

For Hilmera, resistance is a condition of victory. He rambles as a mastermind and doesn't try to stop the tragedy until the end. I'm trying to serve as the perpetrator of all this.

It's her purpose now to kill time, but that's the same here. Enough in time, but before Hilmera notices there, let's try to connect the scenes with words here.

"Hilmera, you seem to think you've ended up with satisfactory results, but is that true? You were probably unleashing these undead on the city, aiming for the life of Prince Noufsa, who is providing evacuation guidance in the city. But the aim is too uncertain. The success rate will be low."

"Yeah, right. Best thing about that hateful man dying, but I don't expect anything to go the way I want."

"Right. That's why the army of undead you sent to the evacuation destination you're after as your destiny will fail."

――

She is calm. So there is also some calculation for the act of unleashing the dinosaur undead on the city. That's not like condescending Noufsa, who is an evacuation guide in the city.

"The reason I let a special undead go into the city is to target Noufsa. There is no mistake there. But that sincerity is meant to restrict Noufsa's actions. No matter how capable the conductor is, it is difficult to properly protect him to where he is not. You must have prefaced where Noufsa would let the people escape, trying to send the undead in there."

If we were to make Washekt king, the presence of Noufsa would be an inevitable obstacle. Unless many of the people do something about the status quo supporting Noufsa over Washekt, no matter how rampant Hilmera is, Washekt will never be king.

But what happens if Noufsa's evacuation guidance is the result of this incident? A group of undead that appear before they are evacuated. The damage would be considerable if the second wave of raids were carried out without a majority of the soldiers and with no decent facilities.

Many of the people do not try to look deep, but base their value on the results. Noufsa will be recognized as an incompetent prince who used soldiers and forcibly moved the people to dangerous places.

I have to count on Washekt, who was able to survive from this hell with the present King Serende, even though he was caught, rather than leaving the future country to such a prince.

"It wasn't until I came to this castle that I saw these kids, could I have handled them?

"The conclusion itself came after I came to this castle. But the possibility of a raid on the evacuation site has been folded from the beginning. The people are waiting for the purple Demon King and his men to evacuate. If there is no obstruction of the magic seal stone, there is nothing wrong with the degree of undead."

There are no 'pales' on the spot, but there are also forces on the 'pales' side, starting with Dal 'Agestia, who cannot be sent into the city. The bellards used in the preaching and reconnaissance were originally under 'purple', and the collaboration between the demons would be sufficient.

It's just a coincidence that what I was precautious about meshed, but needless to say I'd gain by letting you think I was reading it.

"... yes. But the raid itself won't prevent it, will it? I would take it positively that impression manipulation meant enough."

I guess it's a pretty complicated mood on the inside. But in the position we set foot, we can't pull behind any road. Then I'll keep pretending I reopened as a villain to the end... or something like that.

Enough for a while, it's time to set up...

"Oh, good. You still have your neck connected, don't you, Hilmera?"

My body responds to my voice. Oh, he's here. I would have stopped Hilmera if I could have stayed 'me'. But I was sure it would come. I wasn't prophesying like a romantic that this was destined to happen, but I understood.

"Moursht......"

Moorsht was there. The same face I've been dealing with, a man like a child looking at me who is purely happy to see me.

"It was too late. You're the only one left with my pawn, aren't you?

"Because he was just a struggling opponent. If I'd changed my armor, I'd be late."

"Come and get dressed there..."

"It's the last stage, so it's as good as mesmerizing, right?

Mourshut walks towards the window and opens a curtain several times the length of his body. From the large window ahead you can see the streets of Serende dyeing the night sky red.

"I like the view from here, and I wanted to show it to you someday. Yeah, it was a small wish, but I'm glad it came true."

"Moorsht... you're not going to stop Princess Hilmera, are you?

"You ask strange things, Ilyas. I am Hilmera-like's sword, the one that slashes what lies ahead as she waves."

"If the Serving Master is on the wrong path, isn't it also the role of the Serving One to make it right"

"I don't think it's wrong. I know you're stupid, and you're acting like you doubt your sanity, but this was caused by Hilmera's desire to do it. I'm not Hilmera-Serende, I'm here for a girl named Hilmera."

That's what Moursht is all about. If the Lord, whom he decides to defend, says he intends to take the path of ruin, he will take that path together and try to keep the Lord's will through.

Even if Hilmera had been slaughtered and killed by Ilyas on this occasion now, she would surely have hung it with a smile and even words of labor.

"You didn't come here as a brother-in-law, did you? I don't give orders anymore."

"Haha, I'm stubborn that it doesn't work better than I thought. But I guess it wasn't too bad, this way."

"Right. I've never done anything so irrevocable, but it's a lot of accomplishment."

"That's above all. Then it's my turn."

Mourshut pulls out his sword and turns back to this one. Ilias stepped forward and set up his sword as if to respond.

"Does it make sense to fight"

"I do. If you don't have it, I can give you a reason."

"You think that's why?

Moorsht threw something. It came rolling with a metal noise. That's like some kind of scrap. But in that distorted piece of metal there is a familiar form, and the blood and flesh of the man who was its owner.

Both 'I' and Ilias could quickly realise that was Wolfe's gauntlet.

"You -!

"Iliasu! Wolfe is not dead!

Calling out loud for Ilias, who was about to pop out. What Moorsht is doing now is provoking Elias, and whatever its contents are, we have to keep her calm.

"Heh, is that a hopeful observation? Or is there some basis?

"Yes, Moursht, it must be true that you ran into Wolfe, fought, and let him take the deep hand. But you didn't kill Wolfe. I couldn't kill him. If you had been able to kill him, you would have cut Wolfe's neck off without getting lost. And I would have appeared with a more lucid look than I do now."

For Moorsht, Wolfe is an obstacle he wants to kill, both in strength and position. If he accomplished it, Mourscht would not hide his sense of accomplishment then.

"... yeah. Right. Get out of my way right before I do. They got away with it. But, well, one arm is blowing up, and if we don't get treatment in time, we're gonna die, right?

"... Huh!

I can stay calmer than Ilias because my standing position is' me ', but not if it is' me '. Moorsht in front of me, listening to Wolfe, is quickening' me 'heartbeat.

It makes no sense to change here. I'm sure if you're relative to Moorsht as' me ', you'll have a deep wound.

Such a role is as good as ever, if only 'I' had it. But that's why I want to know if I can stay on track until this time!

"You're so obsessed with 'me'. Killing each other is not a hobby. Don't get me involved, Moursht."

"- Haha, but you understand me. So you also understand what I want?

"Even if I understand, I don't want to make it happen."

I guess the reason why Moursht liked 'me', is the unstable way in which 'I' himself is, the danger to that balance. It's as pure as a boy in love with a frivolous girl, and I don't feel bad for what it's directed at me. Well, who's the girlfriend? I feel like this idiot.

"Oh, I like you with a distorted, shaped heart. I love you. So I want to break it before someone breaks it"

"Don't let the assumption of being broken dictate a person's future. Because I want to live, I'm alive and well, even with my worn-out gushaggy, mischievous mental."

It has never been the case in any life that I have been so lovingly targeted for murder. If I had lived on Earth, I wouldn't have remembered any emotions other than fear in that madness.

But because of my familiarity with this world, I learned emotions other than fear. It's not like I'm going to accept everything and get you killed, but when I should face that pure thought, I got an unwanted liver sitting on me.

"To the extent that you're protected by such a woman, I won't hold your heart. I'll prove it to you now."

"Elias, they're telling me."

"... I have a lot to say... Mourshut, whatever your will, I have decided to protect him. I'm not going to go along with proof of madness."

There's no way I can afford to put an end to this commotion, Mourshto's thoughts, his anger at being hurt Wolfe, and his decent tidying up.

Now let's think simple. Moorsht is the enemy, so we have to take him down. It was' me 'that drove this man so far that he was responsible for stopping this man.