It Seems I Came to Another World, Now What Should I Do

Speaking up, a group of breathless people are starting to talk aloud about something. This one is distracted by the control of the knife, and I can't afford to hear it. When I thought there continued to be a slight stare, the five of us who felt young made a slight time difference, spreading towards us. Are you unwilling to listen to any warnings? Sure, if you don't understand what this bunch of knives means, it's like that.

In the blink of an eye, thinking of something similar to vanity, he sets up a herd of about thirty knives and strikes out to the foot of the lightweight outfit that comes towards him. A sound close to the cuddle winds down, with red silver painting a slight silver line in the darkness, hitting the ground and playing a hustle and bustle with the sound of cutting off meat.

The silver sprouts growing on the ground were red-black and repainted, while they had vermilion and silver spots. A scream stuffy with pain cleaves the night's smudges. Even to hit around, the knife stuck in the back of the foot is disconnected from the ground, so I can't even move.

The wind running through the walls smells of iron, and the smell of blood mixes. Because they are trained on the werewolves handed out in the rear, or as far as "alert" confirms, they do not feel particularly moved. I think again that training is important.

"This is a warning. There's no next."

When I tell him quietly, it feels more rushed than earlier, a human hiding in the middle of a distorted circle skips the next instruction. Ten people are spreading, sticking a knife with their swords in their hands on the scaffold, trying to twist up the dirt wall. Is it then a calculation for draping the rope on your hips and pulling up the remaining personnel...... Um, I've only given you two choices, and I'm not willing to forgive you for such a long time. In anticipation of the area where everyone poked the knife in both hands, he glanced at his arm and ejected a silver flash. A man who was stuck and fell from the sword he had scaffolded into a state of "(soldering)" continues to raise a cry like the end of the world.

"Do the words make sense? Throw it away, and the wounded will die, won't they? Besides, I'm only lucky to be standing right now. It's worth nothing to me, not unlike the people who are around. Drop all weapons and be captured. That would spare you death on this occasion. Otherwise, shouldn't we have some reckless time and die in turn?

As the words say, the five people who ran first and were shot through the lower body are in a situation that is closer to trembling than screaming and weak, and the movement is violent. I guess there are shock symptoms associated with rapid blood loss. Even though I know that, I can hear a blurry talk in the circle about whether you're doing some sort of arithmetic. I shake my right arm, thinking it was a congratulations, even though I didn't give you any other option than to surrender.

Lianhua's bouquet of large wheels spreads to boast its beauty in the night sky, drawing trajectories similar to geometric patterns. If this spreads out, it will eject indiscriminately towards that population as it is. An aversion to killing? I'm paralyzed now that I feel Norwegian thoughts about what was at stake, including Liz's life. Later, you may regret it, but that's when. No one on this side gets hurt, and that's fine if we can arrange a catastrophe.

Numerous brilliances flash in Jomtien. The moment I tried to wave my wrapped arms down as far as I could tell, with a face so impatient that I could tell myself, the voice of restraint rises out of the group.

"Surrender..."

Sounding the sound of a galan, the safe humans throw their swords and shields, take out the knives and dark utensils they were wearing and drop them on the spot.

"Kingsguards, please tie me up."

Towards the rear, speak up. If something happens, the knife stays in the sky and continues to follow its behavior. The Kingsguards run out gently, pulling them down to the ground with momentum that also seems rampant, and begin to restrain them with rope. There's nothing you can do if something happens just because of what they say, so make sure you tolerate some (isa) or coarse treatment. Make sure all the humans who stood safely were captured and move on to the humans trembling on the ground and on the walls with the Kingsguard humans whose hands are empty.

To be honest, even if there is a bonfire, many people are tearing large blood vessels apart because they were setting a goal in the dark. Hurry up and heal with divine art, while proceeding with captivity. However, the gushing blood makes the ground and walls muddy. If the surrender over there had been only a little later, there would have been enough dead men out there. I wanted you to understand the difference in power at the first throw. With that in mind, I heal the person I hurt myself.

By the time all the captivity was complete, he felt a mild and excessive return. On top of his still low proficiency in theology, the wound was like a crumb, a feather that healed considerably. I was getting more proficient with injured and sick opponents in the territory, but I thought I'd train them again that it wasn't enough to deal with this class yet.

"Good day. Are you okay?

Norweh calls out to me on my back, thinking vaguely.

"Yes. It's okay. I used a little too much divinity. It's a little disgusting because of the excessive return."

"Hmmm...... That's not what I meant. Whatever it was, it helped. The perimeter alert will remain intact, but there seems to be no additions. We'll have to get the details from the man who caught them."

Norweh hits me on the shoulder with a bitter smile.

"Look, what do you do with a man with a special medal with such a blue-white face? You're like a sick man. What you have accomplished has prevented misconduct and saved people's lives. It's a noble thing. Keep your chest up and scream out loud."

I also have a natural and bitter smile on that word.

"Right...... right. It's up to me. I'm really glad I didn't get to take care of it. I'm just sorry about the garden. It was rough and dirty."

"Hehe, ha. Is it the garden you care about while you do all this? Uh, is it a knife? I wonder what to do with that?

"It's made of magic, and it has no particular use. I'd appreciate it if you could crush it and use it for something."

"Right. Well, that's sweet of you to say. You can leave the rest to me, so you can go back and reassure everyone. To that extent, deal with it here."

Something that was solidifying somewhere in my heart melts relievedly into Norwegian's gentle smile. Drop your shoulders, eyebrows in eight letters, and praise.

"Thank you. I was asking for defense at the mansion, so I'm going to disarm it. Whatever it is, good luck."

"I'll follow up with a report. Now, you should take a rest."

With that voice on his back, he returns to the mansion with a hover. When a temporary emotion awakens, the feeling of a fluffy body feels somewhere far away. It's my decision, so I have no regrets about hurting people. However, does it feel like a rushing recoil is returning that has continued to take on what seems to be the best response in a dramatically changing situation? Somehow when I smell my sleeves, I smell intense blood. Um, shall I dispose of these clothes and make them other clothes? Talo and Hime may be worried. Bath...... let's go in......

With that in mind, I arrived at the edge of the mansion, so I switched from a hover to a walk and headed to the big opening of the dining room. Space was open for each person, and inside everyone was forming a formation as a guard.

"Good day. Thank you, guard. All the thieves could be captured without a match. Perimeter guards throughout the area are on the Kingsguard side, so we're good for tonight. I'm sorry I woke you up."

When I tell them that, they shake their heads.

"It's a situation where we don't know what's going to happen, so we think it's right for everyone to be able to move. But the smell of blood is pretty bad, did you get an injured person?

Lot asks with a slight glance around his nose.

"No, there are no injuries or deaths here. I didn't have to let the dead out over there either. I think the smell of blood came with the cure."

"I hope so. I can't protect you if you don't get a lot of pop-ups."

The dollar also comes to bitterness with a slightly shuddered face.

"Yeah, I think that was bad. Once I checked the scene, I thought I'd go back and deal with it all, because it wasn't that long ago. But thanks for worrying."

When I tell him that, there will be a relief of air between us all.

I left it to the Kingsguard tonight to say it would be slow, so it was dissolved. To Liz, ask for new clothes and head to the bathroom alone. It creates water, washes the body, soaks in the water, but I still feel the smell of iron creeping in the back of my nose, and I think it's out of place that I want to wash my nose. At the end of the day, I dive all over my body, out of my head, into the hot tub, and dump the water. The servants will be busy about this evening, and I've decided to clean the bath here.

Well, I guess Liz will piss me off...... I've made up my own mind... Um, let's get ready. With that in mind, I slowly walked down the hallway towards the room.