Kyuuketsu Hime wa Barairo no Yume o Miru

Emperor Elektra Mash (similar to a jellyfish but a kind of mushroom), a terrestrial demon (monster) resembling a giant Ethizen jellyfish with an umbrella diameter of about five melts, waves its whip-like tentacles vertically and horizontally.

Me and Joey twitching and shrinking distance toward the main body while flapping it and sometimes cutting it off.

As it seems, Koitz's weakness is high fever, so if he cleaves with Joey's fiery demon sword, the win is like he saw it at that point.

It is highly threatening because of its endurance against physical attacks on unexpected and quick movements, its concealment sneaking from a distance of fifty melts if it reaches out its tentacles, plus its combined moves of venom and electric shock flowing from the tip of its tentacles, sometimes' Emperor Elektra Mash 'that preys on even B-rank Warcraft, but it is situated in Class C in the Adventurer Guild's Warcraft rankings because the clear weakness of' Vulnerability to Fire 'is known.

That's only a story if you had the means to attack with flames, though, and don't get ready for anything, there are no magicians who can use flames, and yet if you encounter a guy (mostly lurking in a water field) on a water field, he'll be immediately fed without being able to escape on the side of the adventurer.

In fact, where two groups of adventurers had already been wiped out, I discovered that the B-ranked rangers were nesting in a water field on a hunting ground, reported to the Adventurer Guild headquarters in Ara, nominated several groups of more than C-level adventurers as an emergency request, and put them in with the perimeter off-limits, but with any luck or bad luck, I slaughtered a herd of Forest Wolves (Forest Wolves) (Class D in three to four herds) in the woods away from there, and in front of Bok, who had been busy about my spare time, suddenly appeared and began to prey on my appetite with a flock of forest wolves (Forest Wolves).

If you look closely, about a quarter of the tentacles were burned off, so maybe you've been running off fighting a battle with the requested adventurer. It is an annoying story.

He must have hunted the Forest Wolf (Forest Wolf) on his eyes to make up for the lack of calories, but naturally he doesn't have the head to identify and choose his opponent for the jelly-headed coin.

If I had some ability to sense intelligence and magic, I wouldn't want to attack me, but in the meantime, I felt like, "If I caught it reflexively because I had something to eat, it would have been bait." The tentacles that followed were released toward me and Joey, so I decided to join the fight until I broke down with the intention of just visiting.

"Hey... ho"

Using my love sword, "Sinner of the Rose (Jill de Leye)," the second most powerful sword in this world, I decided to focus on winning the tentacles with the black long glove "Rosy Steel" Iserne Jungfrau "with rose embellishments (though I still decided to expect Joey's hard work because of this, just playing it lightly would wipe out the tip of the tentacles).

Eventually, if you reach out, you'll reach the body - just approaching the position where

"Now it's todome! Ahhh!!!"

"Oh, hey... quick!

Joey, burned in blood, swung the fiery demon sword up the upper stage, trying to decide the battle at once.

In a moment, the tip of the remaining tentacles of "Emperor Electric Mash" emitted a blue and white light - the moment I thought - as if the electric shock emitted in distress had not been targeted... No, well, as a natural consequence if I were waving up a metal sword, the electric shock concentrated on the tip of the sword that served as a lightning rod, and the high voltage current flowed through Joey's entire body brilliantly of things,

"Ababa... Ababa... be..."

Joey, stripped of her white eyes and spasmodic, fell on her back like Marutai while dressed with her sword lifted.

"Hey, Joey. Big Length...... Ah, he's dead"

I ran over to Joey, who was emitting a scorching odor, to check his pulse and breath, but he was dying of electric shock.

I died accidentally. I wonder how many times, and while I pay my depressing tentacles with a decopin, I hang a full resuscitation (Lisa Collection) on Joey.

And then Joey said, "Uh-oh, my body's tingly paralyzed, and weirdly, I'm burned,"

"You deserve it. You think you're studying around here, and you fight patiently."

Declaring that he would not heal any more, he pushed his back toward the 'Emperor Electric Mash' in front of him (or put a kick in it).

"I wish he could heal his injuries anyway, but he's an asshole."

"After you've saved my life, don't be stingy or sweet!

Joey rips the 'Emperor Electric Mash' body apart with his sword in the bottom, avoiding tentacles, just as he drinks his handheld heel potion, whilst saying bumps.

The place slashed with the fiery demon sword does not regenerate on the keloid. Moving further around the area, it took Joey about an hour to slit the core of the Emperor Electric Mash to obtain a magical stone that shined in coral color, a testament to his crusade.

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A week later...

"The Alliance Headquarters of Continental Adventurers" in Ara, the capital of the Amitian Republic. There was me sitting on the couch in the Director's office and receiving a welcome.

"I apologize for your time, Your Highness"

The first general director of Garte bowed his tight head.

I wondered if my head retracted with more gray hair compared to when it was... so I kept it in my mouth.

"... I wonder whose fault I've had a hard time feathering..."

They complained about bumps when I heard something, but it's like famous taxes because they got great, famous taxes.

Since I can't walk near Ara in the middle of nowhere these days either, I have been wandering as far away as possible with my Virgin Gear, "The Secret of the Rose (Blue Velvet)," named "The Mysterious Girl Saint Scarlett Snow".

I'm not tongue-in-cheek with distractions because I'm so busy working to death. Never.

"Oh, you've got some kind of reputation. In the north, they merged with local indigenous beliefs, and gave birth to names, 'Virgin Churches' and other religions to name."

"Uh, that one. Originally in the native cult of Livitium, the capital of the despicable rural state of Cilento, he was subjected to an even more adorable evil god," Be sure to give me the princess's help and her name to dispel the past! 'And Eleanor, the witch princess, asked me to sit down in the ground. Come on, well, I've bothered all of you with Joey before, so I admitted with a Buddha's heart that I couldn't help it, was it bad?

"No, well, I'm chewing one on that too (* I have a history of making requests when Garte was originally deputy gilt manager), so I'm not going to tell you anyway, are you okay? They were originally so presumptuous that they believed in evil gods right next to the kingdom of Aeon, so I'm worried that they're going to run wild as they please."

"Well, I guess it's okay. Just in case, I told you to build a church or a temple away from the country of Cilento."

I chose the ruins in the mountains as inconvenient as possible to give them away,

"With the Virgin's contemplation!

"Originally we spread our teachings in mountainous areas, so it's a great terrain!

I feel like there was some kind of tension the other way around.

I secretly swore to my heart that I would try to stay away from it.

"Anyway," I decided to shelf anything I didn't like, and Bob asked me why I was called here today. "I came here today to get paid for selling bounty money and materials about Joey's crusade during this time, why was I the only one brought here apart?

By the way, Joey is still upstairs in the waiting room, and Mr. Meer is dealing with him.

"Oh, that's the thing"

Changing his expression, General Garte lurked his voice even though there was no one around him.

"It's a mess."

"What?

"When Joey dies of Emperor Elektra Mash this time, the Alliance Points will have to reach the rule and nominate Joey for C"

"Heh?"

What's wrong with that? And, with his gaze, General Garte sighs deeply and continues his explanation.

"I am an adventurer who is said to be top notch in class B, but when it comes to class C, I am the Lord of equivalent strength. It's not appropriate for comparison, but if you're a simple fighter, you have to have the strength of a knight apprentice."

Though I can't seem to make a simple comparison between a soldier who is a specialist in interpersonal fights and wars and an adventurer who is anything to the demon opponent and whose 'life matters' is a motto, because the nature required is completely different.

"It's a guild point according to its track record as a guide for this, but the current group Joey singles out for the top D, Fiore for the bottom D, and Joey usually puts on the middle E as a whole"

"Heh, so, where's the problem with that?

"As for that age, I'd say it's a pretty high rank. Fiore is an average or slightly underrated magician, but Joey, the swordsman, is quite a feat in fact."

"Ha, you won't believe it if you put us in front of you."

When I accidentally leaked my laughter, General Garte said in a very serious face, "That's it!" He nodded.

"That?"

"I've heard dissatisfaction from people who have known Joey for a long time, or to some extent know the circumstances." He doesn't have that strength, "" I'm letting him wear waste because he's the princess's lover, "" If I'm in the same situation, I'm way up to A "and so on. In fact, I showed you the report, even though you shot 'Emperor Elektra Mash', you're dying carelessly first and resuscitated thanks to the princess, aren't you? If you're failing at that point, and you ask me if I'm not a chicken, I can't defend you, either."

"Ugh!

I'm stuck with words when they say that.

Or who is the lover, who is!!? If you're a freak, anyway, where and which one is blowing it!?!

"You have a lot of critical opinions from guild officials as well. It's very underrated in the first place."

"Is it low? As far as I know, you're doing your job indefinitely, and you're not having bad behavior, are you?

"It's not underrated in that sense. Ratings as a group of bastards (Joey) are good, but in a way that drops all at once when he's alone... As you know, in the current Adventurer Guild, a requested adventurer or group is not supposed to be accepted unless he prepares a calendar and plan and approves it in the Guild. - Well, it was originally proposed by Her Majesty the Princess, so it's literally 'Scripture in the Virgin's ear'."

General Garte laughs bitterly at bringing up the idioms that have been popular lately.

No, as a matter of fact, I've never read the thick scriptures and doings that the Virgin Church has taken around - enough to weigh cup noodles at best.

It should be noted that the pre-schedule and plan document that I thought of, in short, clarified the system that allows people who climb mountains to carry out rescue operations immediately by stating in advance the route, number of people, scheduled days, food, equipment, etc., and seeing that there have been incidents, accidents, etc., if they have not returned after that appointment (or have not been able to confirm at the planned location).

Apparently this has led to an exceptional increase in the rate of return of unplanned adventurers so far.

"If you work in a group, I guess it's written around Filia. I plan meticulously and take the extra days and gear, but when I'm alone, the plan is minimal, and the gear is critical... besides, there was a slight case of an unplanned demon and bowl through a thoughtful and unplanned route. I don't know how that happened, but even if I let the results report out, it was beginning to be a fuzzy excuse, like 'somehow' or 'coincidence', and it felt like the blood vessels in the guilder's head were going to cut off."

"Ahhh..."

I kind of figured it out.

Joey only thinks he was born under a star like that because he's someone who's doing something with bad luck that has nothing to do with animal intuition and strength.

A bureau job that explains "why... why... did that happen" would be water and oil. Because we are soaking up the process and coming to a conclusion.

"That's why we can't just raise him to level C. Nevertheless, this is problematic when you have a track record of bending but not raising it. Well, that's why you're on the board with me."

"Hmm, but if that's the case, the paperwork is OK but emotionally unconvincing to other adventurers and guild officials. That means we just have to have a convincing track record, right?

"Well, yeah."

"Then I won't cooperate with your next request, so if you show Joey that you can do it alone, it's not a problem?

"Hmm... as for the drop, is it still around there? But will it be okay......?

Obviously suspicious, General Garte.

No, Joey's a sword apprentice to you, too, isn't he? Don't believe me. What are you going to do?

"It goes well with the opponent, but I think a one-on-one (Tyman) Nandemoor would be able to do something with a C-level demon opponent."

You have the power of the Devil's Sword.

"I see, I get it. But may His Majesty restrain the princess."

"It's okay, yeah, it's like dying -"

And from what I was about to say, suddenly there was noise outside the guild.

"It's a rampage cow!"

'The kid's about to be dialed!

"Adventurer broke in and jumped!!"

"Wouldn't that be Joey?! It's Joey Alland!

"And he's dead!!?"

…………

Me and General Garte, who look at each other unexpectedly.

Between time and time,

"... er, in this case, it means no cans"

"... well, it looks like you've helped people."

That's what I came to the conclusion, so I took a seat with the sleaze as I listened to Mr. Meer rush to the footsteps he was running to call me.