Kuro no Maou

"That! Is that it? Hey, there's no one else, huh?

So much so that there was no more to tease the other person, Marshram spoke in an uphill tone.

"Ur ain't in Coco no more, Dace! I'll give up on you, Death. You mushroom head! Go Away!!

Screaming with a shitty momentum is a little sister in monastic clothes, standing alone in the middle of this narrow storage shed.

Short hair for a lively look is shiny gold. The puppy-like crisp, circular eyes are stained with bright crimson, ruby-like, no, bright shine that even the real jewels are so beautiful that they are sumptuous.

White skin on blonde hair is almost common with Sinclair, but only its burning bright red eyes give a vivid impression of what you see. That is the most famous characteristic that the people of Barbados, known as the Barbados of the North, possess: the Red Eye.

The red-eyed Barbados Warrior is a more horrible symbol of fear than a monster to Sinclair northern residents, but at least, from the Sister girl standing in front of the marshram, she never even feels as threatened as a canned and barking puppy.

"Heh, that kid, you say Ulu? That's a pretty name, I'd love to whisper it gently in your ear, Ur-chan, because, Hihi, Fuhihihihi!

"Don't call me! Disgusting!"

"Yikes, I'm sorry, you're cute too. So why don't you tell me your name?

"Fuck you! Who teaches Leki's name to Yarrow like you, Death!

"Phew, I'm Leki. That's a rare name, sounds interracial? But, hey, she's cute, huh?

"Shit!!

Holding her head and screaming the dialect-like words of Barbados, she must regret the habit of calling one's name by her own name.

But I guess I remembered the situation rather than getting back on my mind right away. I grabbed the rusty scoop that was standing on the wall with my little hand, and bravely stood it up like a spear.

"I'm not letting Ur serve you, Dace! Garru!!"

"What the hell, I'm in trouble, when they do that..."

Marshram stares around licking her body with a nasty grin everywhere against Leki, the girl who glances at her with the utmost force.

The monastic garment, which boasts a cloth area that covers the entire body softly from the neck to the ankle, hides the physical attraction of the woman even more - it should be, but Marshram's gaze was fixed to a point with perfection.

chest. There was a definite exuberance there.

Unbelievably, the mass is there to push up thick fabric monastic clothes. That's also still at the age of slightly over ten. A hell of a delicacy.

Gokuri, and the sound of salivating sounded strange.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa... If you're being nice to me, I'll adore you. Come on... So, hi-ha, me, do it?

Leki brings feelings that are neither fearful nor frightening to her red eyes, as she saw things that were too nasty.

"Ugh!

Still, she shows her temperament in resistance. He waved loudly to intimidate the scoop in his hand.

"Huh, well, if that's what you're going to do with a defiant attitude, I can't help it...... Chai!

The next moment I thought I emitted a tall odd voice, the pattern of Leki's gripping scoop had been amputated from the middle.

Gripped in the hand of the marshram is a beautiful sabel with a sacred silver (misril) filling, embellished with delicate silverwork and small emeralds.

His own swordsmanship arm is like ten. Considering the aristocratic environment where a good swordsman is tight and it has also been working out since childhood, the more talent there would be, for example, under the inside.

But even with this sword, which is a blade of light holy silver (misrill), but also combined with the granting (enchant) of light weight (lightway) and even magical enhancement (element boost) that further enhances the magical suitability of the wind attributes boasted by the Bergunt clan, this is the way to go. Allows the average person to slay at a speed that is not even noticeable.

"Cheliah!!

And the moment Leki was suddenly distracted from being cut off the scoop, her belly was engulfed with a toe of silver armored toes.

"Uh-oh!

Leaking a sad scream, Leki's body rolls down dirty slab floors with snow and mud.

"Yikes! Yikes! Yikes! Yikes!

With a rare scream, Marshram stepped on a fallen down leki. Two, three, many relentless kicks, her body slows down and stops moving.

"Phew, Phew... Whoa, did I follow you too much? I'm sorry, I look like this, DS, so when the fire goes on, it won't stop -"

Just kicking the kid's body is a breathtaking marshram, but it was enough to take the power of resistance away from Leki. From the ex, a big adult and a little girl. I can't even compare the difference in force.

"Ugh, ugh..."

Still, Leki did not cry, even as she leaked a groan of pain, as she demonstrated her willingness to resist to the fullest extent.

Most of all, whether she cries or calls, Marshram's behavior cannot be changed.

"I'm in a hurry. I'm just gonna get started."

Bringing a rough breath mixed with fatigue and excitement, Marshram points the sabel in his hand at Leki's chest.

The sharp cut tip caught on faintly to the monastic garment or cut the blue fabric without sound as it was.

"Ooh, this is hah!

Bright white skin peeks through a slice of monastic clothing torn vertically through the middle of the chest. The glossy maiden's soft skin was creating a definite valley there with a twinkling large fuzz in the child.

The green eyes of the open marshram concentrate on one point of it so that it is inhaled. Even if it wasn't him, a man wouldn't be able to turn a blind eye. The way a young Sister is exposing her big chest is too fancy.

From there on forward, Marshram also forgot to utter a joke, and the body of the girl rolling in front of her - the gutter - sounded somewhat loud.

Right behind you. A badly erected storage shed door opened.

"Whoa! Who is it? Shut up!!

Marshram, disturbed by pleasure and instantly bloody on his head, turns his sabel to anger, which was just before he threw it away.

One man stood at the tip of the blade of holy silver (Mithril) protruding upright.

"Who, who..."

He's like an unrecognizable man.

But at first glance, I knew. This is a horrible man. At this moment when I put his figure in my sight, my body is already shaking.

Marshram had too much experience to understand that this was a killer.

"Oh, hey... you, who, what..."

The man was silent, staring at himself. Its different colored eyes stained with black and red are too sharp to be looked at directly, etc.

Still, it seemed to me that he was observing the situation on this occasion closely. I mean, this situation where a fully armed self and a girl with a torn chest of monastic clothes are falling into the middle of the storeroom.

"Answer me! Hey, hey, no, you know who I am! This, Mashram Joakim Helvetia Bergun- duh duh duh!?

The jaw was grabbed.

There should have been a distance between you and the man for three steps, but if you noticed, right in front of you. The right arm with the sabel extended forward in his hand, inner than that, in a tight, tight time, was packed.

I couldn't see. More than that, right now, being grabbed by a man is more of a fear and a crisis for the marshram.

"Die, you bastard."

The man just whispers cold. To understand, that was enough.

"Oh, wait, hey, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm bad -"

While arranging cheap words of apology so that he could hasten too much, Mashram stays grabbed by the man and dragged away.

"... Huh!?

Leki stared with a surprisingly open red eye at the scene where the man thus forcefully took the marshram out of the storage shed.

It will be an incredible feeling that a nasty aristocratic man disappeared as if waking up from a nightmare.

"Hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, stop, please, please! Okay, I'll go now! I'm out of the village, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything wrong! So, oh, no, no..."

But the sad cry of life begging of the marshulum, heard separately by one thin slab wall, is realistic everywhere.

Fulfilling, what is that man doing to the marshram now? Leki's thoughts are paralyzed by an imagination that is so terrible.

"Yes, no... it hurts... stop, it hurts, stop... stop, it's a thousand cuts... ah!

Bo, after the dull noise sounded loud, I couldn't hear the marshram anymore.

Then, the man came right back. Alone. There is no marshram. Perhaps in this world.

"Are you hurt?

A man with a horrible face with sharp eyes, that also has a rugged look on his face. How many children can be asked by such a person and answered honestly?

Leki feels the man's gaze all over her body, but unlike Mashram, she didn't feel bad. His eyes show no more emotional color than the doctor he examines.

I found out for myself that although my abdomen felt bumpy and painful because of the kick, it was not a big deal as a trauma. Perhaps the man could have quickly determined that there was nothing else in his life either.

"Stay hidden here for a little while. Don't go out there because it's dangerous."

Again, Leki couldn't answer, but she could snort as little as she could.

"Good boy."

That's all I left to say, the man was the moment he tried to turn his heel back and leave. From his feet, something black, an elongated string, like a rope - no, it was a tentacle. Dozens of tentacles twisted, suddenly erupting.

"Wow!? Holly Sheet!"

I accidentally felt myself in danger and screamed, but soon realized that none of the tentacles were coming at me.

The tentacles that swung vertically and horizontally through the shed stretched straight into a range of tools housed here.

It ranges from salaries to large axes and saws to cut down trees, to tsuruhashi breaking ice in winter. All of them were objects with metal blades, that is, tools that could be a murder weapon for killing people.

Tools tangled and caught in the tentacles appeared to be stained black monochrome in the illusion or instant.

With numerous tools, when the man leaves the storage shed - finally, a voice came out.

"Oh, uh, thank you!

Unexpectedly, the man stopped like that.

His face, looking back, seemed a little surprised, but immediately made him smile.

"Wait, I'll protect the village."

So the man left like a wind.

"... or cool"

And it wasn't Leki who snapped.

"Whew!? Ur!"

When Leki turns around to be bounced, there's no such thing as a girl I'm used to seeing there. No, but gradually, it became apparent.

From the corner of the storage shed, white smoke sprays up in Russia, as I also lit it on fire. Then, from beyond that smoke, one girl appeared.

A brown-skinned girl with long, wavy silver hair bracketed adorably in twin tails. Undisputed, he is the other Everest Sister that Mashram had his eyes on.

Ur, is nicknamed. My real name is Ursula.

"We still have to hide, Death!

"It's okay."

In contrast to corny and expression-changing leki, Ursula affirms with a scarce face of change.

"But Death."

"More than that, I'm sorry...... if I had used 'force' sooner, I'd have done it without hurting Leki"

"Yeah, Leki's fine, Death. 'Cause Leki's the better sister, from Death!

I'm only a year old.

"Still, your sister is your sister, Death!

The two laughed at each other, as usual. Happy for each other's safety.

So, as the man put it, they leaned against each other and lurked their breath so that they could hide at the edge of the storage shed.

If you clear your ears, you can hear someone screaming or yelling from the village.

"Hey, Ur... who is that guy? It was a face I'd never seen, Death."

"I don't recognize you, either. But..."

Ursula closes her eyes as if she recalls what happened earlier. Then, I unequivocally affirmed.

"I'm sure God sent me, Savior."

"Protect the village..."

What the hell kind of joke is that? I was just about to break into this pioneering village.

Situationally, if I tried to get into an empty nest, there was already a break-in robbery in there, does it feel like it? Really, it sounds like a bad cont.

"Yeah, now, be"

We've already lost them both. I can't go back or anything, and I'm not going to.

Above all, my own emotions don't forgive them as much as I can do.

Killing that mushroom-headed man, literally pulling through his roots, would be proof that he hasn't been able to contain his powers.

It was enough to break my neck as it was, but my hands swelled up the power in anger, and by the time the red spark blinked in my hand, I was already pulling his head out of my neck. Zuluri, my spinal cord connected with and popped out was a disgust that I accidentally flashed my face too.

More than that, I didn't even activate the first protection, the Demon King of Fire (Overdrive), but instantaneously the power increased with the red light, because ultimately I didn't control the protection? Or is it a mechanism that reacts to emotions and activates them automatically? Or is this the mastery of protection? Sure, 'The Demon King of Fire (Overdrive)' is the most frequently used.

Whatever, my magic is still hard to say full speed. It would be best to start and end the crusader units attacking the village, without using the heavy protection of consumption.

Calm down, kill them all calmly, reasonably, rather than fight them with anger.

"... I see it"

Originally, this isn't a big village. If you walk all you can with my legs, you'll be in the center in no time.

I run in the middle of the road to Central Square in dignity without hiding, but no one cares that there are unrecognizable people in this emergency. The villagers are either caged in their homes and breathed away, or those who were outdoors are fleeing to the people.

I jumped into the whirlpool of noise to defy the flow of people fleeing from the square.

"Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts) -"

What you see in my eyes is the central square of the village, which is completely different from what I remember. If I hadn't known this was the village of Iles, I would never have realized it was the same place.

A white-looking church stands instead of the Adventurer's Guild, lined with a host of buildings showing new wood that will not be long before they are built. Except for the church, we all have no idea where the facility is for what it is... but now if we find out that these guys who line up in the middle of the square are crusaders, that's enough.

The first target is the soldier whose turn it is to stop the horseback riding they came on board in the center of the square. Number of people is one, two, three... six?

Gear feels a little bit more armor parts and extravagant than just infantry, but, well, it won't be a problem.

"All bullets fired (full burst), is it bad..."

But the villager is the one who waits for the use of the demon bullet.

They're going to let some of the villager women and girls they caught serve. They look almost half naked, but to see the barrels loaded beside them, it's like the soldiers are just starting to drink to the landscape.

I don't know if it's outdoors in the middle of winter like this, but they'll do it.

I don't know for what purpose this Crusader unit is attacking a small pioneering village, but it is speculative that they would be leaving here as soon as possible to see the situation where they are forming themselves in the square and leaving their horses out.

Well, if you stay swallowed up after all you've done, a security force like Saliel's will come out. Perhaps they were moving on their own, away from the main unit. Since the Crusaders lost in Galahad, is it reasonable to think of it as an escaped force with us...

Anyway, it's not their purpose that's the problem, it's the way it ends.

I find it more tempting to use stray bullets dangerous than having villagers nearby. I'm confident that if I aim and shoot one shot at a time, I can decide on a headshot for everyone, but if possible, I want to keep everyone in one place. If they take hostages, it's a hassle.

At the same time and with a pinpoint, I have only one way to do this.

"Pierce, Demon Sword (Sword Arts)"

Shoot out six of the tools you loaned me from the storage shed earlier toward each goal. As usual, the Devil's Sword, which was allowed to float right behind him and refrain from doing so, even if it was a scoop or scarecrow rather than a sword, had the same effect, while the Bird-user Demon (Servant) flew like a flying.

"Hmm? What the heck?

They immediately realized what I was like walking down the middle of the road without even hiding. At that point, however, the black blade fired reaches.

Who is it, who is it? Before I uttered any dialogue, Scoop burst deep into the face of the soldier. With his right hand holding a cup filled with wine and his left hand nastyly stroking the luxurious shoulder of a girl trembling with fear, the way he grows a black-colored scoop from his face while dressed like that looks dumb somewhere.

Sounds like such a hilarious death, but it soon turned into a very normal corpse that I was familiar with, too, of flipping on the spot and creating a bright red blood pond on the snow ground.

The other five follow a similar path. The only difference is whether the blade that stabs you in the face is an axe or a jar or a sickle.

He was always obsessed with booze and women, and no one, as one, could react to my attacks. At the very least, one or so of you could have someone to put your hand on the sword.

"Hey, Carr!!

And with that sentiment, at the time I finally danced into Central Square, a cheerful scream came from a group of women with no cusli wounds in the shadow of a demon sword of precise control to prove their safety.

I don't know if that's suddenly a cry for a soldier's death, or if it's from the fear I showed up for killing six people in an instant. Still, before I heard anything, they quickly ran off the square like they were scattering spider children.

Quite a good getaway.

Well, now people are on their own that if they take me hostage, I look like I'm in trouble.

These six soldiers were all in the square for now, but to see the number of horses, there must be more. Where the hell are the others?

"Come on, what the fuck are you fussing about?"

He said, "Oh, my God, can't Locke even turn the horse?

Saved me a lot of time looking.

What showed up were dozens of advanced equipped soldiers, similar to the six men who killed them, like hairy infantry. And he's a heavy knight (Armor Knight), wrapped up in thick silver heavy armor, who fought scattered in both the Battle of Alsace and the War of Galahad. That number, five.

Twenty people combined came from across the street with Zorozolo, pulling a carriage loaded with loads that would probably be food.

"Whoa! What the heck, they're dead!?

"Hey there bastard! Teme, you bastard!"

If we see this tragedy, will that soon become this kind of flow?

The body remains intact, and the killer stands dignified in the middle of the crime scene. Of course, I don't run or hide.

"Who is it, Teme? Ha! Say something!

"I know you're asking me if it was Teme who killed you, Cora!

Fools or Cotes. My people are dead. A strange man with a weapon stands. The situation is clear.

I mean, the fight's already started.

"Explode, Rift Blade (Blast Blade)"

Blackened weapons other than the ones I wear on my body, everything floating under the control of the Devil's Sword (Sword Arts), into a pre-emptive attack. As if to respond to my call, each tool floated vertically and horizontally on a surface that was monochromatic in color, with a line of red light floating vertically and horizontally in Russia.

A total of ten tools jump into a bunch of heavy knights that turn into bombs and stand swallowing, including the ones I used earlier when I killed six people.

"Whoa, whoa!

Running through my distance at almost the same speed as the arrow, the "Blast Blade" can't possibly be malfunctioning or anything else, causing a huge explosion at the same time as the landing.

No matter how many heavy knights, the power to blow away if you don't guard them with a shield. If it's just infantry gear, it's not the whole body that blows up, but parts like hands and feet and heads.

In the blink of an explosion of red and black flames, I saw several thousand slices of the hands and feet of the infantry that had become pine and bright with fire flying. Finally, there was one heavy knight who failed to guard and threw out five bodies unnecessarily and fell.

This level of insurmountability means the fouling of a heavy knight composed exclusively of elites. Well, I appreciate it being weak for me.

In the meantime, now we have four heavy knights left. That's about it, you won't have to use protection to figure it out. Hopefully, I want to do it before the smoke blows clear. No, let's make sure we get it done.

That's when my resolve broke down when I rushed out to further pursuit at the same time as the explosion. Whatever it is, it's no different than challenging a square white soldier battle.

I have a big axe on my right hand like a wood dust used, and a big tulle hash on my left hand that I think I can dig even in a mine, and I go stuffing my way in a straight line. The aim is a heavy knight who succeeded in guarding the 'Rift Blade (Blast Blade)', the closest of them all.

After all, I don't know if you recognize my imminent appearance from beyond the big shield (Tower Shield). If you think I stepped in and didn't move in the time their weapon, the Spear Axe (Halvard), arrives, do you not see it with poor vision, or are you too full of defense to even afford to fight back?

Either way, I was able to get over the target without difficulty.

With this poor weapon, I will not aim to defeat the same heavy knight as the steel hunk from the front.

So I jumped first. The landing spot is on a helmet like a bucket of brisket. Yes, it's the same procedure that led me through the avant-garde Heavy Knight Squad when I approached Lienfeld.

"Whoa!?

You seem surprised that the unexpected weight has come down overhead, but only weak but heavy knights. He keeps standing firm without being pushed and crushed.

Having successfully landed without the scaffolding collapsing, I waved the tsuruhashi as it was. The blade tip, arced and swung down like a pendulum, pierces the heavy knight's throat so that it is sucked in.

For once, there is also one piece of armor in the throat that makes the human body weak, but due to the structure, it is thin. Tough to aim in the middle of a slash, but if you're in a situation where you can slap in an extra critical hit like this, a blackened tsuruhashi is enough. I don't need a curse weapon.

The pink black blade tip punched through a metal plate that protected his weakness in one breath, eating the clasp (chainmail) that was worn underneath it, and thoroughly pierced the soft human throat.

"Ha, heh... heh..."

Not even a voice, only a desperate rough breathing noise, while the body of a heavy knight with his throat crushed sinks to the ground - before that, I jump again. Tsuruhashi stays stabbed and leaves.

I kicked my head gently and danced to the universe again, I swung up in the big upper section, holding both my empty left hand and holding the axe pattern.

"Blackie."

Literal helmet cracking. The "black" all over him struck the thick helmet of the second heavy knight, brilliantly targeted, from the brain.

I'm sure if it was a "neck break," it would have been beautifully double-breached, but either way, the silver armor was shattered unbroken when I saw it, crushed rather than slashed its head, and so on, because of the beating in with an axe close to a blunt instrument.

From a heavy knight who falls in flawlessly without giving a single groan as it is, I pull the axe just and, again, release a similar blow of swinging down. Target is the dumb guy who collapsed after failing to guard in the first 'Rift Blade (Blast Blade)'.

Apparently, even after all the time I've had to finish off the two of you, he keeps an eye on swallowing without showing any signs of getting up.

I decided to punch a bullet in the neck and leave him asleep all the way.

Now we're two more.

"Whoa, whoa! Big break (Blake) Whoa!!

Even though the black smoke of the explosion is still in my poor vision, the two remaining men have captured me accurately together, and have then decided to strike a brilliant pinch from the front and back.

This looming martial arts is the classic "Big Break (Break)" of the Heavy Knight. Of course, Matomo has the power to die in one blow.

However, with the degree of simultaneous attack between the two, there is no sense of crisis whatsoever. Whether it's evasion or defense, take whoever you like - whoa, now that you don't have a curse weapon, is it dangerous to take it?

I abandon pulling the axe that devoured the third person's neck and move on to a light-handed evasive action.

Thanks to the immediacy of renouncing the weapon, you can slip through the special martial arts that are waved down in front of you without difficulty. Even without "The Thunder Demon King (Overgear)," this much is enough to cut off just your own motion vision. Compared to Sariel's blow, the slower the stretch.

I unleash a new weapon as I slip through the side of the heavy knight who slammed my remnants full of power. With the tsurhashi and axe I just had on "Blast Blade", I ran out of the big ones, so all I have left is a small tool with tentacles wrapped around my lower back. But it'll be enough to clean up the two more.

What I chose was the kind of sickle I would use to mow the grass. Except that it is red-hot blackened, without a magical effect, of course, it is a sickle with no curse whatsoever.

I let the sickle in my right hand slap me down rather than throw.

It's the ankle you're after. It feels the same way Rudra defeated the heavily guarded knight when he killed the Holy Waterman priest.

Ankles are one of the joints, so naturally, protection is thin. That said, armor does not mean zero because steel plates are built to be snake-bellied and movable.

It didn't come true to cut in one shot, like Rudra did, but it would be enough if the blade tip slashed in even a few centimeters. That's all, you won't be able to stand too very, very much of the pain.

"Yikes!?

It must have been just the moment you went after me, disappearing from front of you, and rushed into the act of turning around. The heavy knight leans to the side with a glare as he dresses to twist his body up in momentum.

I'm not free enough to drop you on the ground as it is.

I pulled out the sickle in my right hand, but at about the same time, in my left hand, I was holding another weapon. That's a twist for breaking rolls. This is, of course, a very ordinary product, such as having one bottle in a family in a rural area.

Quickly rolling flashes of bamboo passed by the wrist of a heavy knight. Holding Halvard, the proud long-lasting weapon, is its right wrist.

I did that and finally got a legitimate weapon.

That said, there's only one heavy knight left.

When I hold a severed Halvard by my wrist, the Heavy Knight just falls to the ground. Todome is complete if you slap him in the face with a stone bump, without letting his hair in for a while.

It is a dedicated hallbird used by heavy knights, and the stone contour at the rear end of the pattern is also sturdy. It was hard enough and heavy enough to tap the face guard of the helmet.

I'm going to fly to the last one to leave the fallen body on my face.

"Ouch, Xu Pay (Blush)!

"Blackie."

Keep straight, bump each other's martial arts straight from the front. No small work, no faint, no need.

If you're using the same weapon, first of all, I'm definitely better armed. The opponent is a trained elite heavy knight, but just a human being. I work out more than that, and besides, I'm a modified person. An element inferior in power is nowhere.

"Grr!?

Heavy knights, like that, are played Halvard and greatly disfigured. That's exactly the same sight I expected.

And then, if you give him a todome for a body full of gaps, it's over.

Before the Heavy Knight stepped on his feet and got into shape, I was rolling out a Halvard blade with a sharp spear tip full of force.

The brilliant blade on silver protrudes deeply into the area that brilliantly connects the belly to the lower back.

"Red-hot blackening - blast"

It's been about a beat since I stabbed him and blew up the blade tip. The Heavy Knight's abdomen flew magnificently, and his upper and lower body were torn apart as they burned.

Just as the wreckage made a soft noise with the garangalan and rolled over the snow, the smoke rolled up by the first 'Rift Blade (Blast Blade)' was exposed to the wind and went clear.

"Become, hey, that..."

"Lies, you know..."

Once again, the rest of the infantry facing you spoke those words with a blue face.

The reaction would be normal because all five heavy knights, the most atheistic force to be fought, are all dead if they were aware. The actual combat time, either ten or twenty seconds, has not taken much time. As far as I'm concerned, things like Norma Achievement.

So the rest is just a digestive match.

"Demon Bullets (Barrett Arts) Fire All Bullets (Full Burst)"

Unleash the first demon bullet I knew I'd quit trying to shoot, here in one piece.

It's only a little better gear than an infantry, but that doesn't prevent my pseudo-complete steel bullet (full metal jacket). Die in the river plains of Alsace, in the great walls of Galahad, just as those who were shot dead in a dozen tangles.

Those who stood were not alone after a wind of black slaughter had thus blown through.

"Ugh... oh... yah, suke..."

Luckily, the steeple came off and took his life. I took another shot at him and let him chase you right after your people.

Those who raise their voices even slightly, and those who move faintly with pictures, are finally gone.

"That's it..."

Front, back, left, right, no matter where you turn your attention, you don't feel any signs of an enemy, and of course, your eyes don't show a white-armed soldier as one.

Until just now, there's so much silence surrounding me that I don't think there was an outpouring of anger and screaming. In my ear, the house that was set ablaze makes a sound of burning.

"Hih!?

"Wow, I saw you over here!?

Oh, my God, I heard voices in fear.

There are no more Crusader soldiers, but there is a villager hiding his breath and watching from the shadows. Even the expression "target of attention" is vivid, staring at me every step of the way.

Well, I can understand their amazement and fear to be extremely legitimate given this situation. But it is.

"Well, what do we do..."