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

Complete Wolfe's first aid and join the Lord. The Lord kept a cool face and looked away at the frightened humans in the refuge.

"What about Wolfe?

"There will be severe physical damage and you will not wake up for a while, but you have crossed the line."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work?

"words of labor, etc. -"

"You sold him a debt of gratitude, so it must be merit? Sending you in put you in a somewhat dangerous position, didn't it?

Soon after I left this place, a group of undead was pushing over. But the introspection is the existence of a lower demon degree created by necromancy. I was never broken through with Butler Army for additional battle power.

"There seemed to be some odd beast undead, but you didn't seem to have any problems"

"It's about intermediate at best? There's no way Butler Army and Dal 'Agestia are gonna lose, is there?

"Lololololololol......"

"Oh, does your husband care? If it's" Aoi, "you just contacted me and you know it's okay, right?

"Loo!"

Dal 'Agestia. Skeleton dragon held by the Ethereal Demon King. Because of its giant, the place to fight is limited, but far superior to mine in the battle for extermination.

As far as I'm concerned, I'm more concerned about the fact that I miss the Lord than my own master. When I think of the lords who don't seem to get along very well from time to time, I thought this dal 'Agestia was all about alerting the lord too......

"Thank you for your hard work, too. Bellard?"

"I have done little to help."

Dal 'Agestia was brought by the demon Bellard, now under the command of the 'Ethereal' Demon King. This one was originally a demon of the Lord, so I have no particular thoughts about this venerable attitude.

"Oh, you were pulling out Dal 'Agestia to support the 'Pale', but you realized we had been raided and rushed to support us, didn't you?

"… it was decided that the present Lord would instruct him to do so"

"It's only been a short time since you served that kid, but you've become completely human in your mind, haven't you? Duvreoli, could you join Bellard in the Serende home offensive?

"I don't mind that..."

This despicable village was chosen by the people as a place of refuge. This time the mastermind, who has sent enemy soldiers there precisely, is an unafraid opponent.

Among the subordinates is Yugra the brave dropper who can even defeat Wolfe. Given the possibility that we are working on some other measure, leaving the Lord...

"Are you all right? If the flag gets any worse, what kind of human being would you abandon and get away with riding Dal 'Agestia?

"... Really? Then don't worry."

"It's not you who's more careful than that? Moursht... I can't believe you even defeated Wolfe..."

"The man was already dead. We won't be heading for tomorrow."

There was already a smell of death from him. He was wounded helplessly and embraced his eventual death.

Surely at this point in time, he's pouring everything against that human being. Thinking about the Lord, maybe it was better to stop him than to help Wolfe.

But in that case, I would have been defeated. To the extent that Mourshut's wounds increased somewhat, he would have appeared the same way before that human being only slightly late.

- You're pretty scared, aren't you?

"I'm not frightened. I was just a little... jealous."

If I had been able to penetrate my will as a force, just like Moursht, I would not have lost to Ilias at Tayz. No, maybe Yugra didn't even kill the Lord in the first place in the Mezis demonic world.

The talent to prove the strength of my will, that made me think I was better than any singularity I had. So this tremor is anger at myself for not having it, and jealousy at Moursht.

"Yeah, isn't that a pleasure? If you're greedy, you'll still grow up."

"... if that is what the Lord wants"

I guess that human is facing that monster of will by now. If you're dealing with so many monsters, it's one of the things that springs up anxiety... but I'm convinced that wonder and that person can do something about it.

I'm sure it's that human face I saw before we broke up, that's what caused it. I feel that way, like that human has been embracing the end of Mourscht for quite some time.

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Get to the side tower with your breath out. The outer door has already been broken, and the perimeter drifts with a mixture of undead rotten odor and blood-borne odor.

No, I don't want this ending. This must not happen. Yes, you don't have to rush. I had also placed an undead inside the side tower. Unlike the kids who taught you to react and attack odors, you simply attack the human form.

The fact is that that man and his people broke in here more than they brought me a smell bag. But that doesn't mean your brother's in danger.

"Yes... that can't be happening...! 'Cause, you see, there's not a whole bunch of undead in place... Huh!

Someone visited this place after the demon seal stone was destroyed. Perhaps Mix-Tayze broke in here and cleaned the undead.

Then why is the door broken? Instead of destroying the keys, was the door thoroughly destroyed, as if a giant beast had entered?

"Huh! No, no, no!

Shake your head hard and don't think about anything extra. You can't harm your brother to them. Must have already helped out or still have left your brother in that room.

Yes, there's a brother in this room.

"Brother -"

The door is being destroyed. There is a moving shadow behind it. If you look at that giant, you'll see that it's my kids. Several children are entering the room and devouring something.

"No, no, get out of the way, get out of the way!

My fingers and mouth tremble and there is no sound well, even as I try to take out the dirt flute and play an order to leave this place. Like a toddler given an instrument for the first time, it only gives out of tune tones.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! Please, stop that move! Because maybe he's still alive!

Bite me in the finger and force me to stop the tremor. My mouth tremor also calmed down somewhat to the taste of blood. Inhale your breath hard once and blow the earth whistle all at once. When they heard the earthwhistle, the children raised their heads and left the room ignoring me, leaving for somewhere.

"... ah"

There was something there. Something red and soft and something white and hard looking. A thousand pieces of cloth are mixed together as if to colour it.

Good, people aren't here. I'm not here. So what's this? Whose is it? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no 'Cause, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

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Sitting back, he took himself from behind Princess Hilmera, who was relieved, and took away her consciousness.

"... you don't deserve to think it's cruel"

Lift Princess Hilmera and exit the side tower. I knock on the door of the cabin a few times where I keep the servant's tools that were nearby and have them unlock that key from the inside out.

"Hilmellah!"

"I'm not dead. It's just that what I saw was a little shocking... so I guess it won't be long."

Lord Washekt, who jumped out of the inside, took Princess Hilmera out of my arms, staring at her with a seemingly sorry face.

What your friend instructed, it was to serve Princess Hilmera to illusion that Lord Washekt was dead.

I first retrieve the smell bag that was in this side tower and rescue Lord Washekt. I had Lord Washekt's body washed away at the facility in the side tower and dressed in servant's clothes with the smell of a smell bag on them.

We then evacuated Lord Washekt to this storage unit and handed the smell bag to your friend.

Then I put on Lord Washekt's clothes and accessories on the undead of the man who was in the side tower and detained him instead of Lord Washekt.

The magic was available at this point, so you could open the door and let the scent of Lord Washekt's perfume spread outside with the magic of the wind, which saved you a lot of trouble.

Join your friend immediately as soon as the beast undead breaks into the side tower and enters the room where Lord Washekt was and confirms it is rampaging. Direct Princess Hilmera to the side tower by acting as if she had been with you from the beginning.

Your friend told you to leave Princess Hilmera alone until she tried to ascertain the authenticity of the body, but Princess Hilmera was relieved to extend her view of the sight. Even if this were false, I didn't want to see any more brutal sights of using my sibling bonds, so I decided to stun them.

Unless you break Princess Hilmera's heart, this tragedy will be repeated over and over again. Your friend said this is the only way to stop her besides killing her.

Lose who matters most because of you. Unless you experience that fear, this child needs to spare any sacrifice.

"Sorry... Hilmera..."

I told Lord Washekt about this plan. At first it was Lord Washekt who disagreed and said he would try to persuade me, but I saw the letter prepared by your friend in anticipation of it and had to accept it.

The contents of the letter are, in the end, 'If we cooperate, we will allow Hilmera to live. If you don't drink, you won't cooperate in any way to keep Hilmera alive'.

Even if Lord Washekt could persuade Princess Hilmera, he would not have come up with the art of protecting Princess Hilmera afterwards.

"It's not until you're soaked in sentiment. Lord Noufsa will move to tidy things up once and for all, more than the demonic seal stone has been destroyed and there is room for action. You may have already contacted Mezis and called for backup. People will be here soon."

"... right. From what... I'm sorry"

"No, because it's not once or twice that you miss a sinner because your friends are involved"

Inside, there are many things I think about, but it's my chosen path to take with you along the path your friend chose. Be happy to escort you with as much impotence as this.

However, more than that, I am concerned about the cheapness of your friend and Lord Ratzel. When I joined you, your friend was sending a signal that 'I'm fine' without a slight stray...... as far as Sir Ratzel's injuries are concerned, I don't think he's very fine.

"- Still, he sent me out to say he was serious and okay. True, you're the one who can torment his chest every time he believes... I want you to fix all that... ha"

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I must have come to feel beautiful because I was sturdier than people.

All the creatures were fragile, fragile and felt like miracles just keeping their shape. I guess it's because of the people who treated me like a monster that I couldn't rush into love with anyone.

My parents didn't cry when they fell. They felt creepy about me. He saw me up flat even when I fell from the high ground, and he turned his gaze of disgust. When the blade used to stab me in the stomach was broken, he threw me into the basement and decided there was no presence.

About a month later, my parents abandoned the house and a new person came to live there. I guess the new guy who didn't know what was going on was lucky enough to just kick me out, mistakenly thinking that the orphan was living in it on his own. I was hungry then, and I was a little concerned.

Whether I was hungry, injured, or trembling in the cold, I never broke. Thanks to that I was able to afford to look at people more than anyone else.

I loved observing people. Because the more I looked at the complex forms where ugliness and beauty intersected, the deeper I could feel.

But as I compare many people, my tastes have been skewed for a long time. He lost interest in similar forms and preferred to see someone with a stronger personality mind.

Master Hilmera is one of the benefactors who made me decide how to live. Seeing Hilmera as a young man who wished to dedicate everything, I admired dedication.

I give everything for someone with a beautiful heart. Yeah, this sturdy, called monster, I was wondering if it meant anything more to me than being present.

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"Ha, ha, ha...!

Stick your sword to the ground and support your body. The air that roughened breathing takes in compresses the wound from the inside of your body. I'm going to be made aware of that pain, but if I don't catch my breath, my body will fall at its limits.

Moorsht's last blow, its speed was in the unchanged realm of divine speed, but its sword had already lost weight. I could only regain the power I used to step in, but I didn't have enough strength left to maintain that flesh.

So my sword arrived. Taking a blow that reached from shoulder to abdomen, the light went out of Mourshut's eyes and his body collapsed to the ground.

It was strong. If he hadn't taken away the strength of Moorsht's will, I would have lost for sure. By then Mourström was strong.

I felt no remorse like before for the difference in power. I was not allowed to mourn my own lack of power. Because by then the strength of Mourström's will was overwhelming.

The talent as a dropper, the strength of his will as a brave man, even if there was such a thing, Moursht's own strength was real, and Moursht's own power.

"Iliasu!"

Looking back at his voice, he ran over. He kept believing in me and watching me when I was fighting, but when I could turn that worrying face on, I felt somewhere happy.

"It's okay...... but I can handle it. I owe it to you to win."

"Behind you! It's not over yet!

Faster than facing back again, he was grabbed in the face and slapped straight to the ground. What I saw from the gap between the fingers of the hand covering my face was the figure of Mourscht, who should have been cut off.

There was no sign of the living. I can't feel the rage in those eyes that still look down at me like this. It's like the body is really moving.

Consciousness remained painfully, but he was slapped from the back of his head with a completely relaxed mind. My body functions are completely paralyzed and I can't do anything about it.

Mourscht crossed straight over me and began to strangle me with both of those arms.

"but... ah...!

"You're alarmed... I'm not saying... Until just now, I think he was actually dead..."

The force is felt stronger than ever, even as he tries to pull off Mourscht's arms with his hard moving hands. No, if that were the case, my neck would be easily broken. Not so much power in my body by now.

"Gu... hu... ugh!

"Happy... Fine... This is really the last time... if I take you... then... I'm empty... but still I 'm-"

Warm blood splashes from his chest, as if to block Moursht's words. A blade of my sword had pierced Moursht's body and appeared before my eyes.

That body collapses and falls over me, reflecting him standing there. There were tears in his eyes.

He had picked up the sword I had dropped and stabbed Moursht without getting lost at all. Even if he had indirectly pushed people to death before, he had never killed them directly with his hands.

"Now... now you're satisfied! Moorsht! Really, don't be ridiculous! Oh, shit!

He cries and shouts to Mourström. I don't feel a heartbeat from Moursht, which is on my body. Yet...

"You call this world a special world... because you assumed that this world is different... I'm with you..., the world you were in, this world..."

"-!?

Mourscht spoke out. My lungs are already slashed and torn, and I'm not even supposed to be able to breathe. I'm giving the rest of my life, spinning words.

"No, no, no! You're so determined to understand!

"That's a lie... right... The feeling that's left in your hand... that's the real thing... I can't see my eyes anymore... but I can definitely feel what's in your heart... it's broken... The only one who can break you... is the one who truly loves you..."

The words left by the dying, I can see it eroding his heart. But I can't stop it. I have come to understand that the word is the truth to him and that it is what lies at the root of Moursht's will.

"I... could break you... Dream of your fantasies..., dream of this world... Yeah...... satisfied............ hahaha... sorry......"

I could feel something in Mourshut hanging up. From my mouth I smell blood instead of exhaling, and I feel the raw warmth over my armor that my lungs and what was my heart overflow from my wound.

I don't see how it works anymore. What's on me now is just a corpse. It's a human corpse, no different from others.

Is it because he is killing his voice and crying? I couldn't move this body until someone else came to this place. I just heard him whimper and kept feeling the remains of Moursht get cold.