Kujonin

"What do you think?"

Aisle's question makes her look sober.

"What do you think ... a village"

"Hmm ... this is completely a village."

Following a ghost-tailored ghost that mimicked an elf, he found a village beneath a cliff.

Several houses with thatched roofs and mud walls. Fields spread around the house.

The villagers are all dressed as elves, doing stray work in the fields, selling demon meat, spreading mats and shelling tree nuts.

All are demons when viewed with detection skills.

Even though it's a monster, I'll make a village.

There are seeds of demons that have sociality, but what happens when you build a village instead of a nest?

"Oh, they are."

In the direction Aisle pointed, there were fake elves who fired at us.

The bowers seem to tell villagers that danger is imminent.

Danger is ours.

The villagers who heard the story rushed into the house to disperse the spider, closing their windows and doors tightly.

"Perfect, we're bad guys"

Where are we Takeshi Nobu?

"what will you do?"

Ayr listens, looking down at the quiet village.

"Because the words were spoken, it seems like they can communicate, why not talk?"

"Nja, seven samurai, let's get in before they can be collected."

The two had expressed the expression "What is a samurai?"

"I'm sorry! I don't have any will to fight! Please tell us about it!"

"" "" ........................... "" "

"No response ..."

He raised his hands to show that he did not want to fight, but there was no response.

Using your detective skills, you can see that the villagers are standing by the walls of the house and looking at them.

Many of the biggest houses in the village seem to be rushing by fake elves.

"I'm sorry! Can I bother you?"

In front of the big house, shout.

"" "... ma ... tar ..." "

A muffled voice can be heard from inside the house.

"What are you saying?"

"Do not know"

Is she tired as early as she is yawning, sitting on the edge of a well nearby?

Versa looks into the well and throws pebbles at it, as if she was worried.

"Hey! I'll open! If you don't attack, I won't attack again! Good, I'll open!"

When I opened the door of the house, countless arrows were fired at me.

No defense barrier was set up to show the difference in ability.

All the arrows hit the jumpsuit, making noises without sticking, and the arrows fell to the ground.

Fake elves stunnedly looking at you.

Behind the bowed combatant, a fake elf, a woman and a child, is shouting "Master" to the floor.

I wonder if I did something bad.

Despite being a monster, I have defeated one animal and will it be attacked?

The word "master" may be the monsters used by monsters.

Isn't that a bit dangerous?

"Well, what is a master ...?"

"Hah! Hey! Stop it! What to do to the well!"

One of the fighters stepped out and stopped Versa, who was about to throw a stone.

"" ["Master!"] ""

The fake elves with their eyes wide open shouting while reaching for the well.

"What?"

Versa stopped moving for the time being.

"What is it? Noisy! "

A man's voice was heard from the well.

"Master! Intruder!"

A fake elf shouts from inside the house.

We waited away from the well because something seemed to get in the way.

One of the fake elves is alert to this and runs to the well.

"Master! Please help! The intruder is ..."

"Such people should deal with themselves."

"That's horribly strong guys, and Sebas was done in an instant!"

"e? Who it! ? 』

"No, that ... he was the one with the best skills in the village!"

"Oh, it's hard ..."

"No, Master! Please help!"

"The intruders are still there? 』

"Yes! I'm watching you!"

"Hmm ~ I understand. Then pull it up for now ~ "

The fake elf said, pulling a rope from a fishing bottle.

Along the way, several fake elves helped, and a man, the master, crawled out of the well.

"Well done!"

Looking at the man who came out, I had to feel like I met somewhere.

Mustache on big nose. Thick eyebrows. Fir-aged with curly hair on big eyes.

He had neither a red hat nor a jumpsuit, but had the same name and last name, much like a world-renowned plumber.

"Oh, are you intruders?"

"Yes! They are!"

A fake elf points at you.

"Oh, that's a good jumpsuit. Are you a plumber?

"No, I'm pest control ..."

"Oh, right? Did someone ask for a pest control company?"

The master asked the false elves.

"Disagreeable"

The fake elves shook their heads.

"Ah, yeah. We'll be fine.

It seems that it is completely considered to be a pest control business.

"No, that ..."

"Huh? Are you a female swordsman?

"I'm a demon scholar!"

Bersa answers.

"Demonologist? What is such a person? No, wait a minute! Are you a jumpsuit, maybe a mouth transferred from a different world?"

"Yes, that's right ... I came here to investigate the demons."

"Oh! Is that so? Sorry, I'm sorry ... I misunderstood.

Please change it. I am also a transferer.

About 300 years ago, you were summoned to this world as a hero.

The Demon King is defeated by another hero, so it's a hero's collapse

Right now, I'm going to do the dungeon master for this dungeon. ''

"Huh !?"

My stupid voice echoed in the village.