Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

"Yes Change"

A thin blonde girl with some cold vibe that she was a princess witch threw up a word shortly after blinking after glancing at Joey with a blue eye.

"Thank you. Welcome home."

A middle-aged witch-head points to an immediate exit, as promised flow work.

The next morning, I asked the master of the Inn where we were going to the temple of Bravery, and as the four of us strolled through the city early - it stands out. Because of the time of morning shopping, I see it with subtle eyes like watching a lesser panda where there were a number of people but they all got into a swarm of raccoons, so I pioneered it - I arrived at the temple early (well, I didn't even have a tourist destination to see), handed this invitation to the reception to alert me to the smell of fright, and the quote that was waited for almost two hours standing aside without being served one cup of tea, and what came out was an incredible one.

"...... eh?!"

"Oh, well, then let's go home"

"You were wasting your legs, as expected."

"Well, if I think this is also an experience,"

Oh, man. It's over. It's over. Dismissed. It feels like, Zorozolo and I head to the exit, me, Pearl (not) and Fiore.

And I noticed that there were only three footsteps for me, and I looked back.

"What's wrong, Joey? If you stay there forever, you'll be in the way."

Speak up to Joey, who for some reason stands stunned.

The princess witch and the witch head unnodded and agreed, and the apprentice-like witches began to sweep around Joey like a waza.

"No, no! That's crazy. Ugh. I mean the brave man I was commissioned to, I came all the way from Amitia to such a secluded de country temple, and I don't know why. Don't even check with God, there can't be a gate advance or anything!

Desperately eating down, Joey, but as usual, with a series of unreadable, insensitive remarks about the air, digging a grave. Some of the things I was watching: 'Is that okay?' And there were doubts and sympathies, from the eyes of several conscientious temple officials, who had succeeded in wiping away those emotions brilliantly.

"No, I think it's a mistake whether you're a" brave man "or whatever."

"Well, 'brave man', I can still understand that."

"Oh, no, for me, my master is a brave man!

"Well, you might say 'brave man' for an attitude you can't speak for as long as you can, but sometimes I think it's better to look in the mirror and be objective about yourself. This is really kind advice, though."

"If you can do that, you won't get caught in the sweet language of 'brave man' and come this far, whee."

"It would be wise to just give back your heels when you are told on this occasion that even if you give up a hundred steps, you are not calling, but only handsome."

"Well, that's true, my master looks arrogant, but I think he's the kind of guy who never gets tired of flavoring."

"Which side are you guys on?!?"

Joey exploded irrational anger at our frank opinions.

Geez - a princess who looked at Joey calling like she was stinking, but she sighed with a tired face.

"... Well, it would certainly be a problem to scorn the trust. I know it's no use, but I'll let you take the 'Sword Trial', so please just go home when you're done."

That's what I said, pointing to the door that leads to the back of the temple.

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The temple's back yard - its place serving the goddess - was quite magnificent for an indigenous religion of this scale, decorated with artwork and treasures all over it.

Led by a princess witch (whose name seems to be Eleanor), she goes back but Joey seems to be concerned about the treasures around her, and stopping by on her own flirtatious, she looked rarely closer. The witch-head also seems to be proud of his products and proudly adds explanations.

"This is a national treasure delicacy that was inspired and painted 500 years ago by the teachings of our sect by rare ceramics... don't touch it on your own! Don't flip it! And the plate next to it was given to me by the Holy King, this is another national treasure class - so don't hold it with one hand! He told me not to flip! The tapestry there is from a country that is now doomed far south...... ahhh, why pull the horizontal thread!? No! It's not like I'm flaking it - yahhhh, I can't believe I broke down the ancient ruins of the demon conductor!?! Stop! Swing the ancient weapon" Enchanted Weapon "class spear - what do you mean it's broken!! Don't drop that treasure ball (orb) from the Dragon's... Don't break it!!!"

I put down a witch-headed woman screaming and blowing bubbles, and Joey with a laid-back face came back.

"It's so annoying, let's go first"

Encourage ahead with your usual normal driving, not passing the noise behind you at all.

Seeing Joey like that, Mr. Eleanor sweats sloppily with a look of war.

Apparently, she finally understood his horror, too.

Taking Joey to our castle without me fitting in was the moment I was absolutely determined to stop.

More and more guided by Mr. Eleanor, who put regret and sorrow on his back, he opened the deepest door of the temple, where the stone statue of a tentacled sheep, no matter what, felt like 'evil god', and an old sword stabbed in his chest, were decorated on the altar.

"This is my church." Should I pull this off?

Joey spits on both hands and holds the sword, ignoring her for changing the tone of her voice and trying to start explaining with the trick the play hung.

One leg on the floor, another leg on the stone statue, and he said, "Let's go!" I was about to, and Mr. Eleanor kicked me down from behind.

"Put your earthfoot on your divine body!!

Joey, kicked away, protests from the floor.

"Stay! What are you doing!?"

"That's our dialogue! What do you think your body is, you taco!

Well, I suppose it's natural to be angry as a princess witch, but unlike my first impression of suddenly kicking in and yelling at me on the same level, maybe this guy can't do it either.

"I mean, it's a simple question, but isn't 'the god' the one with the sword, not the stone statue?

To the pearl's questioning voice, for a moment. For some reason: 'Shit!' With the face, I glanced at Mr. Eleanor.

"Er, the... Of course, the sword of the brave is your divine body, but this is also considered your divine body in a single set, because it is the 'Test of the Sword' that this brave man pulls out of the exorcised statue of the Evil God."

Add it somehow as if it were a posterior setting.

"Well, I guess I'm not wrong."

Desperately stopping Joey from getting up and going to the sword without punishment.

"It's not just to say you should pull. It is only through the hands and hearts of brave men and witches that it is possible to be formed as rituals and pull out swords!

"So you're pulling it for two? Let's get this over with."

Put it mildly. Take Mr. Eleanor's hand and go to the sword, Joey.

You give up. Sigh grandly, trying to put your own hand on Joey's hand, who first hung his hand on the pattern of the sword.

"Something like a bride and groom cutting a wedding cake."

I agree with Fiore's frankness.

"Right. It feels like they're working together on their first love."

Mr. Eleanor's hand stopped just before Pickle.

"What did you do?

Ignoring Joey's question, she feels like a critical, rusty gear, making her go around her neck.

That eye captured me somehow.

"Your Ladyship... Seems like a clergyman from what I've seen, but could you please 'try the sword' on my behalf?

"Huh? Why?

"Come to think of it, in this ritual, the brave and the witch are prerequisites for 'letting each other through their hearts', but I don't care what you think, I don't think I can do it, so I wonder if your fellow lady would be better off."

No, well, sure, in her and Joey, it doesn't seem to fit as well as Coke and Mentos, so I guess I can throw an important ritual round the outsider.

"... well, fine. But let's just say the clergy in the room touched your body?

"Let's take a big look at this. And the first witch was originally just a village daughter..."

Mr. Eleanor answers the throw in anticipation of failing from the start.

"Whatever. Let's just do it."

Joey urges the ho.

"- I don't mind if we both feel better."

"Anyone can help, I can help."

"Because of that, I'll join you."

When I realized it, Pearl and Fiore also participated in the joint work.

What is it, this chaos...?

"Let's go, then. - One, two, three! Holy shit! - Whoa. It moved!"

Joey cheered at the feeling of twitching and falling out, and Eleanor said, "Liar?!" and stunned.

Well, it's about four people, and two of them are out-of-the-box. Actually, it's for two, me and Pearl, and I'm pulling it at my fingertips.

"Almost there. No, no, no... I'm out!!

A loose boy cheered dumbfoundly, giving high up the loose 'Sword of the Brave' for a gutsy pose.

I hope you're happy. I saw it in the appraisal now and it says "Cursed Sword: Endurance 0"...?

And the moment the sword fell out, Mr. Eleanor's shoulder trembled as he stared out of his eyes.

"…… at last……"

From Eleanor's mouth, with a look that was neither joyous nor ridiculous, a strange blur... a voice leaked like another.

Ha?

"Finally, my seal is unsealed! Thank you, humans!

A voice echoes across the back yard that does not speak to a cracked man or woman, emanating from Mr. Eleanor's mouth, along with a laugh as if he were crazy. He left us as pokers without keeping up with the expansion.

"You're welcome. So now I'm a brave man, okay?

Only Joey is dealing with Mypace.

Mr. Eleanor looks at Joey like he sees Musikella like that.

"Knock it off. Yeah, you're a brave man, for sure. I dreamed of this day after 800 years of being killed by that 'god', only the spirit was possessed by the witch for generations, but thank you for making it happen."

"No, I don't want to thank you."

"You know what? My new flesh has already regenerated. If you merge my soul there, you will be fully resurrected. As a token of your gratitude, I give you the honor of being your first prey. - Come and go. My flesh!!"

Something about a full slot streak, Mr. Eleanor in front of us, who are completely bystanders - or, according to his valve, the evil god he possesses - came across a complex magic formation on the floor when he quickly cut the mark in the air.

"- Eh!! It's the magic formation of the summons!

Fiore, the expert, gives the warning.

Eventually the entire magic formation was light, and from there a giant black beast like Oyama emerged.

Similar to the original stone statue here, it resembles a fake black sheep (Melanie Ariez) covered in bright black hair, but it was summoned to say that the "evil god" grew tentacles from his back due to its different size - its reborn flesh...

Eleanor's jaw, which satisfactorily summoned her new flesh, fell.

"... you must be dead"

"You're dead."

"It's a corpse."

………

The fake black sheep (Melanie Ariez) monster had a splendid decapitation of his neck, and was eaten by some other demon or was part of his torso marked with leftovers.

"Hey, hey, what the fuck!?

Mr. Eleanor, who peeled off his eyes, took it to the fluttering carcass, and slapped and stroked it, but the carcass, which was two to three days after his death, did not even move with Pickle.

"Well, I can't get it together... it seems so weird that I'm possessed, so let's purify it."

turned to Mr. Eleanor, who looked back all the time, and I shot in my full Necromancer purification skills.

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Thus, a series of disturbances over the sword of the brave converged.

I don't know how far the legend of the brave was true, and how far it was creative, but whatever it was, Mr. Eleanor safely returned to sanity and promised me that he would dedicate himself (or herself, from the meaning of a pause fearing to be disputed with the cult that had worshipped the evil gods) to the installation of a transfer point as a thank you for this disturbance.

Whatever it is, there will be no problems because the benefits have been achieved.

"But in the end, there was no power up with the sword of the brave..."

"It's best to train in a human tunnel."

On the way home, Cilento had no transitional magic formation, which meant he was to walk across the border to his neighbor. Along the way, Joey, whose prospects were off, was dropping his shoulders disappointingly.

"Well, I was able to stop the evil god from resurrecting, so it's not like I broke a bone at all, Master."

"Stopping isn't what I did... and the demons must have died fighting over their territory, are they?"

"Speaking of which, you are. I wonder if that would mean that there are more powerful demons in that neighborhood than evil gods. I wonder if you're all right."

The moment I put my concern to my mouth, somehow the pearl who was leading broke my attitude about whether I even hooked up to the roots of the trees.

"Are you okay?"

"It's okay, Princess. As... well, I don't know what's ahead, so I just had to worry. Let's forget it. Let's do that. I'm sure he's gone!

A pearl that I swear strangely with all my strength.

"Well, it's certainly a matter for another country. Yeah, yeah, Joey. If you want to be strong, can I introduce you to someone I know who can coach you?

"Mm-hmm. Right, let me introduce you once"

"Okay. Then when I get back to the country, I'll talk through it. I'm a swordsman, so I wonder if it's a rare person..."

We chatted and went all the way home to Amitia.