Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

"... at all. He's always been an idiot."

Confirming that everyone had returned to their country from the aerial garden at the transfer gate (teleporter), dressed from twelve to the usual frills and laces, and black dresses colored with rose costumes, Boku, sitting on the edge of the Japanese-style room and letting his barefoot hang out, whirled Moyamoya in his mouth inside his chest without telling anyone.

"I don't know if it's a responsibility or a duty, but if I die, it's over. Self-sacrifice really makes me throw up. What do you think life is? Wouldn't be that light."

I don't know why.

More or less, what do you think of Aoshi (Daebuta)? The blast site (Grand Zero) of "The Fog" is definitely his home - according to Shadow Lang, the building called "The Tower of the Ethereal" is in the heart of this continent - so the culprit of this noise will be ten or eighty-nine, his work.

You know, you bothered to give me a "pass" and invite me to start destroying the world all of a sudden... well, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I wonder if you intend to be a hostage for a moment. "Come quickly or you will destroy everything that lives and lives in this world," he said.

It's useless to do that.

This world hasn't arrived for a year, and I don't have much attachment to it.

If this isn't a good place, we'll just look for another way to get displaced.

"Well, humans are weak creatures. to form a society by becoming a group to make up for it. But in order to maintain that society, it's the law, it's ethical, and it's inevitable that it takes sacrifices."

With the watermelon I cut next door in my mouth, flying seeds toward the garden - blue muscle floating on my heavenly forehead holding back behind me, but no wind at all I cared for - Mr. Shadowloon hammered in an easygoing tone, unsure if he was agreeing or forgiving or talking to the public.

"Hmm. It's an incomplete creature. Doesn't the original meaning of self-preservation morph? As the princess says, a creature called a human being is the ultimate fool."

He left it behind for now to complain to Mr. Shadowloon. Heavenly threw up with a heart-wrenching face.

Well, a basic demon is an individual, almost independent creature. I guess the complexity and ambiguity of human society seem distorted because it has the divisible strength of self-responsibility to die and live.

"Well, that's why some people think it's funny."

Shadow Lang comments with ease, salting all the watermelons on top of the basin.

"Well it is. Almost everyone I know stays on the ground and helps strangers or something."

To be clear, as far as I'm concerned, I'd rather have one friend I know help than a stranger die 100 million. But human beings have family and friendships, so I converted those minutes, and I designated them to be 100,000 more, but Oriana, Collard, and the Beast King, who are at the heart, are responsible for doing it. It's my duty to do it... I can't interpret the status quo, which is tied to shapeless fantasies like that, and I can't move.

"As it stands, they have paid off the mercy of the princess and chosen doom, fool. It's not worth the princess bothering you. Besides, humans and other weak creatures who live 100 years at most are the best. Somewhat, shouldn't you think your life expectancy has increased?

and Heavenly Life. Well, there's almost no life expectancy, so hey, the Demons...

"Well, life isn't long or short, it's how satisfied you are."

As usual, Mr. Shadowloon talks about his life in an easygoing tone, eating watermelon.

"... In that sense, I wonder if that means we're all satisfied. It's hard to understand each other."

I lived a life that was fundamentally neglectful of relationships, so I don't know.

Sighing, I took a watermelon to change my mood for now and took a bite.

"!? - Buha!! Squeeze! What's this?!"

Choke as soon as possible.

"What did you salt? This will increase the sweetness. Ma'am, don't you know?

"I don't know! It's only salty! Why are you sprinkling salt or something sweet?!"

"Whatever you say, it's because it tastes better. Even the lady had a melon on her raw ham at noon, didn't she?

"That's a raw ham subject, that's fine!

"... it's hard to understand each other."

Mr. Shadowloon smugly missed it.

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[Ara, capital of the Amitian Republic]

Over the past few days, when Guild Chief Garte, who had been staying in the Guild Chief's office on the third floor of Adventurer's Guild headquarters and performing almost insomniac work, noticed incense tea placed on the desk and rested his hand, he looked up at the white hand tip where he had placed it - the face of the secretary's cat family Meer.

"Are you still not willing to evacuate, Meer? It seems to steam back, but in three to four days, a dubious phenomenon like" fog "will strike this country... No, the world. As a place of refuge, His Majesty's lap has been assigned personnel, but when you are assigned priority, Collard... the King has recommended it."

Garte encourages translations without strength, seeping just as intense fatigue into the face of the strong surface as usual.

"No way, Guild Leader. Mostly to Her Majesty the princess seems to have originally evacuated quite a few beasts, subhumans and demons, and no matter how much I personally say I know my face, I'm just a clerk with no guild rank either. There are no exceptions."

"But..."

I went on to try to persuade Garte, but somehow I saw Meer giggling, remembering that she would dull, and I frowned thickly.

"Oh, excuse me. Yesterday, Joey, I remembered you saying the same thing, so I was just mocking myself."

"What's wrong with that kid...?

"No, he and his counterpart, Mr. Fiore, don't have enough guild rank, but I told him that I was secretly told that I could evacuate him to His Majesty on an exceptional basis -"

Originally, an evasive adventurer has become a young man of B rank or above or a proven equivalent, and Fiore, who is currently a C-rank adventurer and a D-rank adventurer and a National Class 4 sorcerer, is off target.

"If he did, he'd say, 'You can't just run away with a tick like that!' And I didn't think about it, I kicked the request."

Looks like that kid, Garte laughed bitterly.

Meer who sees his face like that and continues with a pranky grin.

"And one more thing: 'I will protect this city because I have not yet fulfilled my promise to Hiyuki to guide this city!' I said, 'I grabbed the sword, and I just popped out and left. Mr. Fiore ran straight after him, so he wouldn't want to evacuate."

Garte finally blew out at the content of the story and at Meer's expression pointing her hands at the ceiling with the face of a lifting. I laugh from the bottom of my belly for a long time as it is.

"Damn, if you were that kid, you haven't changed since you ran out. Finally, don't fix the fool. Keep it up! He has no choice... at all. But, well, it's not funny without about one idiot."

When did you first include saying that adventurers are not soldiers, survival is paramount? In fact, the adventurers who are sensitive to seeing the opportunity say that most of them solemnly obey about evacuation from the continent, but how is that fool going to face the disastrous opponent of swallowing the world with a single sword?

"Absolutely. I sympathize with you, Mr. Fiore."

Garte explores the next word with a complex heart in Meer's attitude of shrugging her shoulders in a bulky manner.

"Oh the... what. In the end, Fiore passed the National Mage Exam, but he still seems to be working with Joey's guy... okay?

It was a wordless inquiry, but Meer laughed bitterly at the exact content of it.

"Yeah. Again, to me, Joey, you're like a handy brother, so... and, hey, I'm worried about my future and my ability to live. If you're going out with someone, we'll choose someone older who's economical and inclusive."

"Oh well..."

As relief and disappointment snorted half-face, looking sideways at Garte's scratchy face carrying incense tea into his mouth, Meer added in a tone that he could not even say was a joke, though.

"If you're late, you can have it from the guild leader."

Winked with pattin, Garte choked his tea into his trachea as much as he could.

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[Cres Free Alliance Holy Land 'Holy Beast Hill']

Above the plateau of a cut cliff. A vast single rock in the heart of an isolated sanctuary.

Behind the Asteka-style pyramid of when it was built - the labyrinth "Gate of the Holy Beast" (in fact, the Scarlet Snow Villa), built with the liver of the Crimson Empire, Imperial Crimson - the Beast King looked around with satisfaction at the faces of the representatives of each of the assembled tribes.

They are all ancient warriors who seem to have no one, no one, no one, no one, no two habits.

Even the younger ones are more than middle-aged, and the elder/ancient classes are gobbled up over even the Beast King when they are older. That said, it was all a thing, and every face came from the exhilaration that preceded the battle - like when a hungry beast, whimpering old and lacking fangs and nails, found its prey at that moment when it was hungry and finally just waiting for death - had a spectacular grin.

"Were you here, Beast King?"

Beast king looking back at familiar voices and signs.

"Gisis, long time no see."

Gisis - an old man who is an advisor to the Lion (n Gerb) tribe - offered a respectful salute to the rust-containing calling voice.

"It's been a while. Today, on behalf of the Lion (N. Gerb) clan, we passed away."

"Huh. It's been a long time since we've been in action, your arms wouldn't be rusty, would they?

Warm Gisis eyes usually shined sharply in the provocative Beast King's words.

"Well, I'm not even going to lose to the young master myself yet...... and speaking of which, I'm late to thank you. Well done, young chief. Please stop Asmina. Thank you very much."

"I don't have the courtesy of the Lord. He's a fool's apprentice and his brother's granddaughter."

"You are both like grandchildren to me. I've never been happier to know you'll survive safely."

After another thank you, Gisis looked back behind her and confirmed the rash on the faces of the gathered people.

"Nevertheless... this is another stunning collection of facial rashes that I have no problem with using."

It sounds good when it comes to archaic and belligerent warriors, but the reality is that they are all old (rotors) who have long since left the front line.

"It means you can fight casually."

In order to escape one or more Beast tribes, rather than fighting directly, we only run around the surrounding tribes to rescue evacuees, injured, lost, etc., in line with the invasion of "Idiot".

And a young long man, who broke a group of tribes and was not likened to this facial rash, came into the presence of the king of beasts.

"Tiger Clan Chiefs" Haughty Arms "Akelon - Was It"

Before I was named, it was said that for a moment, Akelon was poked into the void, but I immediately had a satisfying grin on my face.

"It is an honor for the Beast King to know the name of a young man like himself."

"Hmm. If you know you're a young man, why are you here? I'd like you to come to Her Majesty's."

"That's the thing. I would love for you to acknowledge my participation" no ""

Akelon is just the look of anger and dissatisfaction in response to the lack of an island to attach.

"This battle is a loss from the start. It's not like a future young man like you would join us."

"... but as the chief of the Beastman clan, it's nothing but humiliation, such as wrapping your tail around it without doing anything like this"

"I didn't tell you to shut up and run. The survival of the Beasts after their annihilation rests on the shoulders of your Lord. That's a tougher fight."

- That sounds like a very selfish story.

The old warriors, who had gathered on the spot, including the Beast King, laughed lightly and recieved the challenging Akelon's eyes and disputed words.

"Naturally. It is the privilege of the old man to entrust troubles and troubles to the young and die first. The glory of the glorious past is ours. The future without benefits belongs to the young and the Lord."

The laughter of consent boils from around to the words of the Beast King, who has no body or lid.

"As such, this is the last place for the old men to blossom and be the curtain of the legend, so you mean the Lord is in the way. At best, work hard to build a better future."

"... ok"

With a slightly bumpy face, Akelon gave a courtesy and turned his heel back on the spot.

All the eyes of the old men dropping off their backs were calm.

"I asked for the future..."

The grunt of the Beast King rode the wind of the Holy Land, melting and flowing all over the Far Cress Free Allies.