Legend

"Ha, ha, ha... Damn, there's a young bosk. Non... this kind of manipulation against the Levisole family... Forgive me, I will never forgive you. I'll be sure to keep you posted on this thank-you."

The Silva and Levisole families bumped into each other, and Schaffner, who was unable to resist busily, swallowed by overwhelming momentum, and lost without exchange, still fled without being caught by the Silva family.

It was the escape of those who could be described as loyal ministers who served the Levisole family for generations, but there are no more of their men.

Because each one of them became a nuisance to the Silva family in order to escape Schaffner.

But if you try Schaffner, you serve yourself, so naturally you can do that. No, the very fact that I lost to the Ningro Silva family was all replaced by the impudence of my men.

"They're not them either. It is only natural to let Non escape, and no one can give a confession. Once this case is cleared up, I have to order you to work out again from its sexual roots...... ha ha ha"

Tropical night enough to sweat just by walking. In addition, clouds covered the sky enough to hide even the moon that would otherwise illuminate the night sky, and the amount of humidity along with the heat was also responsible for draining Schaffner's health.

I should have been the one taking my time in the mansion with the magic items that would have emitted cold air. Why does it even move around caring about people's eyes in the heat of heat and humidity?

Doesn't this sound like a defeated soldier who lost the war?

He would never admit it because of his height of temper, but once he admitted it, Schaffner's current situation was nothing but a wrecked soldier.

"Phew, phew, phew... a little more, bye"

Let it be dispersed in the darkness of the night and wipe with your hands the sweat that emerges from your forehead forcefully.

I've been lurking in one of the safe houses since I got out of the Levisole family, but there's nothing I can do but hide there like this, and when I let Bosque, who imitated himself badly, get that reward, I got this far by getting out of that safe house so that I could be lost in the darkness of the night.

I would never have admitted this again in person, but I'm pretty sure I was anxious to be lurking in a safe house by myself.

"Almost... almost at the Marstells. Look... look at the young Silva family."

It would have been fortunate for Schaffner to progress towards his destination, the Marchelle family, while letting his breath out, with a dispute between the Silva and Levisole families at noon today that many of the inhabitants of Exile were caged in their own dwellings even at night without leaving.

Naturally not all of them are, and there are those who are banqueting in the liquor store just because that doesn't matter. But nevertheless, relatively few were out of the city, overlapping fortunes, such as the moon hiding in clouds, and continued to make progress towards the Marchelle family, which was also a destination for the night's Exil without being found by the Silva family chasers.

Shafner's enlarged pride would never have been acknowledged, but he proceeded in darkness, frightened as if by prey being chased by carnivores, and where the lights were not in the loch...

"Waluidesga, sonohendeto mattekdasai"

Bikuri.

He stops moving for a moment into a voice that he hears from behind, very, but doesn't think of as human, and turns around at a rate that doesn't make him feel old the next moment.

Schaffner himself has very little to say about combat, only basic training. That and its basic training tend to be lazy these days, and the quick things I do now were purely of the late feeling of fear.

It is only darkness that lies ahead of Schaffner's turned gaze, which does not make the night's eye any easier, and he looks around in haste and screams as if to delude the fear that has sprung up from his own insides.

"Well, who is it? How do you know that you are Shafner Levisole, the Levisole owner?

"Osizukaninegaimus. Kokode sawa galeteja, schwidemarscherke mihattail monotachiniki zkaremasnode"

As always, what you hear from the darkness is a hard voice to hear.

Yes, I finally realized that it was not a voice that was uttered by humans at all, and the fear that I had managed to hold in exploded and spread, trying to escape following the impulse gushing out of my heart and calling me...

"SHOUGA ARIMASENNE. MASTERNO MAILEY ZICKOUNIUTSHIMAS"

"Huh!?

Until earlier, a voice heard from the back of the darkness was inadvertently heard in his ear… In the next moment Schaffner's consciousness was consumed by the darkness and collapsed straight to the ground.

And on the immediate side of the old man, who is falling to the ground while painting the dust, there is the figure of a small doll about 30 cm tall, and when he raises his hand small towards the dark side, a doll about 2 m in size appears, holding up a shuffner that is falling to the ground.

"Mattak, Master Noyashiki Mihattail Monogail Iunoni"

When the 30cm doll clasped her shoulders as small as a human being, she moved her neck and turned to a doll more than 2m in size standing beside her.

"Triaez, master no mayrade orinicothus merale masita. Sassocmodori Masho"

……

A 2 m doll nods silently and heads to the waiting mansion of his own beloved master to be unnoticed by the Silva family who are keeping an eye on the surroundings of the Marstells.

"... hmm? This place is... non sure... Ouch! What the hell is this place?

He wakes up. Schaffner realizes in his physical pain that it wasn't like a bed or a couch that he was lying on, but on a hard ground, and gets up in a hurry.

Moments, when you hear jarring sounds, at the same time, the cold feeling you feel on your ankle.

When I turned my gaze toward you, what was there was unexpected, but in a way the sight as expected.

That is, a foot ring connected to one's own ankle and a chain extending from it.

Furthermore, the tip of the chain leads to the room… more precisely to the cobblestone chamber and the metal ring embedded in the corner of the place of thought.

"Hey, what's up? What the hell... No, I did come near the Marchelles..."

It reminds me of my memories before I lost my mind, and eventually I breathe small.

"Bye. I thought I heard a strange voice..."

"Heh, that's a strange voice. Can you tell me what kind of voice that sounds like?

"Pronunciation is the human word...... who the hell!?

I turn my gaze toward that voice that sounded unexpected.

One figure situated on the other side of the entrance to the cottage where Schaffner is trapped.

Even though I know there are people there, they are so unnaturally unnatural that I have no idea if they are really there.

An opponent whose face is not even visible by the light that lights up the perimeter of the chamber.

When I looked around the moment I woke up, it definitely didn't exist. Even though I said so, I didn't stand one footstep, and there was one figure there when I realized it.

"You sure can use this robe quite a bit. It's just a bit of a drawback that if you move a little bit, it will be effective immediately."

A middle-aged woman in her 40s with several jewels on her body, the person holding a feather-woven robe in her hand and illuminated by the light that illuminates her surroundings as she tells her so. Hair decorations, necklaces, piercings, rings, bracelets. Other than that, it had a variety of jewelry accessories that I could see.

Shafner soon found out who that was. He was one of those who had ruled Exil for decades together, even as I said something, and at the same time he was the one who was trying to ask for help - as Schaffner's consciousness was to let him help himself.

"Pri!?

"Yeah. Long time no see, Mr. Schaffner. How are you feeling?

"There's no good reason! Take these chains off and get them out of here! Do you understand towards whom you are imitating this!?

He was a shuffner screaming bright red in the face, but Prix looks at it as if he loves the ring he's putting in his finger while listening to it.

Keep it that way, no gaze at Schaffner... open your mouth with a glimpse of the ring just as if it wasn't even worth gazing at.

"Yeah, of course I understand. You're the idiot who carried out an experiment using demonic stones to create an abnormal species and raided the Silva family that moved to find out about it, right?

"Become, my lord... the Levisole principals, with their teasing mouths toward this nonsense!

To that word, Prix leaks a couscous and a laugh.

The grin and mockery floating when I saw the funny art mixed together, such a grin.

Although his self-esteem is growing, Schaffner can't stand his insulting attitude toward himself and shouts.

"What... what's wrong! Though it would have been the hands of the Marstells who raided the warehouses of the Silva family! Nong just got caught up in it!

"Oh, I can't believe we still only have that much information. No, I guess that's why you were chosen.... Now, what should I tell you from? Yeah, let's do this first."

A grin on his mouth again - a malicious grin, but - the floating prick opens his mouth laughing with couscous.

"The position you've been protecting for the rest of your life, Mr. Levisole, is not yours anymore, is it?

"... what?

"Bosque has established Cardia as the new Levisole owner."

"Stupid!

Shout reflexively at Prix's words.

As Schaffner, it was not possible because of the names of those who were men who drew their own blood, but recognized themselves as ordinary and useless men.

"You think such a discretion would be... forgiven!

"Yeah, of course. Somehow I agreed not only with the Silva family, but also with the head of the Marchelle family. There are no procedural issues."

"Huh! Huh, don't be ridiculous! You're from the Silva family in the first place... Huh!?

He shouted so much with anger as he turned his face bright red, and eventually breathed whether he thought of something in the middle of the word.

"You... did you possibly work with the Silva family from the beginning? Set up this case to tear the Levisole family to pieces..."

"... Huh?

I was told something unexpected. A prick who pokans with the look of being totally poked at the intent.

But at the next moment, he laughs while keeping his mouth down just because he can't stand it any more.

"Ugh...... haha I see. I certainly can't help but assume that from your standpoint.... but that was a shame. The correct answer is... Bring it in."

"Hi, Master"

I heard it before I lost my mind, and I heard someone who had no choice but to speak the language of a person, and in a few minutes or so the door of a room with a chamber is opened.

"Excuse me. I heard you were calling.

"Yeah. Looks like he's making a strange mistake. It's time to teach me something called reality and put it up.... Hey, Schaffner. You know him, don't you?

"... why, why... why, you're there, oliqueur!

Person called an oliqueur. The man was supposed to be working with himself until a few days ago as a Holy Light user.

It is the presence behind the Holy Light religion, the man I have ever used heavily to do it.

But even if Schaffner blushes and stares at me, Olicure doesn't seem particularly concerned... No, he sighs like a pain in the ass and turns his gaze to Prix.

"You won't have to bother to tell me about me."

"Unfortunately, your relationship needs to be properly broken. Besides, it would be more convenient for him to have hate on his chest as an experimental material, wouldn't it?

Schaffner's complexion becomes more and more angry and reddish in the conversation he exchanges in front of himself.

"Oliqueur... are you suggesting that you were plotting something?!?

"I can't believe I was plotting, that's not true. Tools that are no longer useful will need to be properly terminated, right?

"Tools... are you calling Non a tool! I'm ruling the Eggzil, take this nonsense!

If you can kill someone with hatred, a few times...... no, Shafner stares at the two people in front of him with so much anger that he can kill them dozens of times.

But there's no way that Schaffner can do anything more than that.

If there was anything I could do, it would only build up my hatred for the two people in front of me in my chest.

In a prick and oliqueur conversation, Schaffner couldn't contain the anger gushing from within him, knowing that it was… that was what the two in front of him wanted toward him.