Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

"An enemy...?

Steel sounded a cold tone and exposed a silver blade in the dark night.

No. To put it bluntly, that means Rick pulled one of the long swords out more than he did.

"Hey, wait a minute! You haven't fallen far enough to sell your own people!

I never stopped it.

A sword that has been drawn out more completely than ever is certainly degraded enough to make you want to buy it again.

To tell you in the blacksmith's honor, no matter how sturdy the steel sword was, it didn't seem to have a blade on the muscle strength of the user.

"Hey, stop this guy! Cat human abuse!

"You didn't have a very good reputation in your hometown for stopping anything."

"I mean, you're a villain..."

Another long sword is pulled through, and Rick stares at the muddy cat human with the intention of killing him.

Rick is a clumsy person, that attitude was serious I didn't even see the possibility of concessions.

This is a free city in the demonic world. Unlike the human world, it's a piece of everyday life that nobody cares about, such as not killing to this extent.

"Huh, not a yummy bad cat human!!

"And what do you say, instructor?"

"Yeah, it's black if you say it's white or black. He was famous in his hometown for cheating people, even though selling information was still good."

Rick's hostility was blunted by my inadvertent attachment to him.

Troubled Nekocht Clay sensibly guesses it and undoes the body that was shrinking.

"I'm so honored you remembered that."

Familiarly sliding past Rick, Clay slips right in front of me.

I don't know if it's fake, but it doesn't look like you're lying.

"Clay, more so, have you found me? But let me tell you something first, if you want to do something, I'll give you the stabbing price in this place."

I put my hand on Rapier to show it. But it's the troubled one, I don't think so.

Do you think that if you get this far, you can round people up with your own mouthpiece?

"When it comes to Bereto Loot, a cat human who served the Demon King, it's a cat human salvation. The only way to live is to sell information, especially from a cat like Nyah."

Rick put his sword back on his hips to that word.

Because that's all Clay was masterfully simulating himself to an attitude of respect.

"Clay, that's your first ear. I can't believe the day is coming when I can hear those words from your mouth."

"I mean it."

But I know this is a troublesome opponent.

"And when you come back to life, Mr. Migo, it's not convenient. Kill the cat that will never die, because Lord Nyx ordered you to. Looks like he did a good job before, but he's still persistent and he's got a head."

"Oh, no, Migo is tough, too. You must have killed me the wrong way."

"That ungrateful thing just deserves it..."

The scene seemed to come to my attention.

There's a guy named Nyx, he's a moody guy, and he's like a kid with no excuses.

But its nature seemed to function well as a dictator.

"And you know what? Elders, Baba, they've all been killed... The killer is Mr. Migo, the one who ordered it is Nyx..."

It would be a hassle if the killers asked me.

Rick looked out the back street and then checked to see if there would be any shadows around him. They're not here now.

"Clay, what do you want from me? It's time for the gist. Yeah, depending on that response..."

Pulling the Rapier shallow out to show the blade, Clay won't be frightened anymore.

He's good at pretending to be scared. That's how he keeps his opponent alert.

"Mr. Migo, good customer. Bereto route, a long-awaited senior. You don't get to sell either."

"The muscles are through. Indeed, the instructors would be proud of the cats. I've actually heard that before."

"That's too bad I didn't do anything as good as I'm proud of you."

In the end I only survived.

I just kept myself alive like a beast, drunk by the torrents of the times. The strong and the weak.

"I'll show you for free. What kind of weapon do you want? Even Cascade Hill has a good face."

"You're offering a free service? That's suspicious, why don't you just tell me the truth?"

"I'm telling you I'm Respecting you, but that's not true! I just want to help, I don't know if bad guys like you think so!

I'm in trouble. The fact that I've been found won't shake any more.

But killing one's own people on the mouth seal is also against my fashion.

Cat humans are not weak. But I'm not blessed with force.

So each and every one of us joins forces, squeezing our wisdom and living to the fullest.

How good it would have been if it hadn't been for this clay that we met......

"Instructor, this is not clear."

Rick is right. Besides, it's not a good idea to break up with Clay here.

"We have come to buy Rapier and heavy spears. She has lost her specialty, and my stuff is coming. Can you help me arrange this, Lord Clay, the cat human informer"

"My people don't sell. If you can help me with that bereto route, there's no way I have the money, I'll take care of it."

I don't believe in it at face value.

"No. My name is Electrum Bell. I'm not going back to Bereto, the king of demons."

And I bowed down to Clay, bowing back to the raptor, who was about to fall out.

I don't want to kill my people. Above it takes......

I walked through the city of Cascade Hill guided by a cat human clay a little shorter than me.

"I know better stores than bazaars. You'll get it there."

"That helps. I can't find anything good..."

There was no further distance.

From the chaotic area where the bazaars gathered, a blacksmith was built as we proceeded west towards the suburbs.

"Right here. It's a shop run by the Minos I know, so it's okay to put down the hood."

"I'll actually look at them and think about it."

"Oh... if you show yourself, you might be annoying the other side."

The blacksmith is in the back and the house looks like a store. Clay's nagging grin pushed open the wooden door with the bell.

When Karan and the bell ring and follow it into the stone old building, there are all kinds of metal weapons hissing there.

Soon a big Minos man came from the back.

When it comes to the appearance of the Minos, it must be an alias bovine human.

"It's you, Clay...... Damn, I saw a bad economic bastard in my sleep. Oh, wow, today sucks! Hmm, are those fellow scammers?!

"Teacher, do we look like con artists?

"Well, this is what it looks like, so there won't be a favorable gaze."

When I was treated like a fraud because of you, I turned a dark eye toward Clay.

I knew it, but it's not bad at all.

"Don't look at me like that. Don't be rude to your guests, Grandpa Currant."

"You're the customer!? Don't be silly, plague god! Hey, get those guys down about the hood, too, and follow me in the eagle store!

While wielding a blacksmith hammer, the Minos man, no. The old body, was looking down at a small cat human from a large body.

"You're a brave old man... what do you do, instructor?

"Nothing like this, let's take Clay's word for it. Besides, things seem good."

"Unlike Nyah, Grandpa Currant is a good man, except for his short temper and his noise."

When I lower my hood, Rick follows it too.

Rick is a beautiful woman.

He was astonished by the appearance of the brown cow demons, no rightly Lesser Minos, who emerged from the hood.