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 -

- Nyanish

But back then, there was a small, no big incident inside.

The day Rick, Barney and Ars paid for the drop-off and demon stone collection, the kid went missing.

It was only after lunch that I discovered. I won't show up in the dining room for long, so I was wondering, Xyreel and Jog looked around at the castle and the fields, and they weren't there.

Then he added more personnel and tried to spread the word about the search.

Still, no matter how much I looked for it, I couldn't find it.

It's the younger boys and girls who disappeared, plus the middle-aged girls.

"Oh, whoa, Dan! Hope you found the kids!?

"Yes, I'm not... Ugh... come on, I'll see you outside..."

Dan also stood in his seat on the way to dinner before coming and going outside and in the castle.

The others are the same. I'm looking for three kids I can't find, and I'm cold and cold with my lunch soup.

"What shall I do, Mr. Jog... eh"

"Oh, calm down, you'll take turns when Mr. Paul returns... I'll go find him..."

They said it was an occasional thing in the isolation ward for palsy.

My people who went looking for food, they never come back.

Then by the time I forget, another companion will find the artifact in the woods. They came here from such a harsh world.

"Oh my God, there's something like this in the west barricade! Is this her clothes?!

Paul, a former fugitive, has returned there.

At Madrid's behest outside, they parted hands to confirm the barricades inside and outside.

"Huh...! Yes, I don't like it... Oh, no, because of us... oh, why...!

The chiseled cloth cuts Paul brought were identical to the proof of death in the world of quarantine wards.

I can easily imagine Liseri clinging to the jog with a voice that doesn't ring in her voice.

"Oh, it's that kid's..."

"Then it's just the kids, didn't they go out into the West Forest?!

"No, that side, I told you it was dangerous...! Oh, maybe a maple tree!

When I got a visual on my destination, Liseri and Jog and Paul jumped out of the castle.

The chiseled cloth was caught in the barricade, which means we moved on.

When they looked for traces of the three children, the footprints were certainly toward the maple tree.

But after a while, Madrid, who should have been ahead of him, was back and on the way.

Jog said he couldn't possibly hear very good news from that blue complexion.

"It's not this way, I wasn't at Maple Tree!

"He wasn't there!?

"Then maybe you went the wrong way along the way..."

Liseri's sensing ability was powerless all this time.

She only knows what she can hear. There are no children's sounds around, that's all she knows.

"There it is, these are the tracks of those kids! Over here, guys. Whoa!

"What... but this way..."

But that didn't bode well.

Moving on in the direction of its footprint, it leaves the maple tree unreachable and almost at the shortest distance out of the junction.

"We just have to hurry!

"I will do accelerated magic to all of you. Mr. Liselli's on Mr. Jog's shoulder!

The digits of hazard were different between the inside, where the extermination was underway, and the outside.

"Not good, not good! If those kids get hit by a monster... whoa, what can I say to the Electrum back! Barney's gonna be pissed! Patia... Ah, we need to hurry!

"Let's hurry!

Assuming the worst possible, they ran to the present day of the junction.

Unfortunately, the traces draw the right needle.

It was the outer woods that lost color, the other side of which was followed by footprints of despair.

"We have to go, be! I don't want you two hanging out!

Liseri is outside the calculation, and for Jog, it must be an account in the body that accompanies him.

The outside world is a dangerous demonic forest itself. They never jumped out of their mind.

"Wait, Mr. Jog, someone's coming this way... eh"

"That's not good!!

By the way, Liseri was sensing it first. Someone is walking here from the woods without colour.

If you are a demon or a monster, your children are in danger.

Jog grabbed Warhammer from his back to his arm and ran out to the outside of the junction like a fierce bull.

Madrid and Paul would naturally have followed that as well.

...... but unexpected.

From the front you should be headed, suddenly a voice rang out of place.

"Micha."

Of course the first thing I noticed was a well-eared Liseri.

She remembered the salvation and the fervent gratitude for the sounding of a familiar relaxation.

"This is it, guys, come on. Nyahaha, it was too late ~"

This is my compatriot, problem child Clay with muddy gobbly hairs.

He took three of those children whose clays disappeared and appeared out of the woods on the outside where he lost colour.

"Lord Clay!?

"Oh man...?!

"Guys! Ahhh good, you're safe, really, really good... ahhh thank you, thank you Clay, thank you so much!!

The children and Clay have entered the interior of the bond.

This is safe now. That's just the jog. It's not much of a relief, he dropped the hammer.

"I left it to Ha Mi et al. It's not easy to wipe your ass."

Neither did I.

No way. Clay was helping me with my search, and I went out on the dangerous side myself.

"Liseri!"

"Dr. Madri!

"I was scared..."

Jog and Liseri, Madrid had kids jumping on them to tell them about the horrors of the outside world.

He regretted having an impossible adventure and didn't leave with a firm hold on.

"But why did everyone go outside...?

"Because... Because people said they wanted to eat maple syrup... on honey bread... so... we..."

They're young, but I knew.

How dangerous a place the Demonic Forest is. It was their daily routine to risk their own lives and look for food.

"Wait, Beclay! Hey, did you help the kids?!

"There's no way Nyah would do that. I was taking a walk, and I just happened to find it."

I see. Is that a walk, a bad lie?

No. It would be more convenient for me to use it as an excuse to hide it.

"Please don't do that lightning up, thank you, Mr. Clay! Thank you as one teacher!

"Me, thank you so much! Yes, fish, fish, thank you to Mr. Clay. Me!

"Nyah just thought the big seniors had a chance to rub sesame seeds. But I won't refuse anything that will. Fish, fish, you just do something good once in a while, so it's a little bit in here."

This is how I got nothing on this case.

Clay said he spent some time from that night, happily surrounded by lots of fish dishes. Nya-nya-nya-nya-nya-mi-ya-na.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

No, but from my perspective, this is the beginning of a new case.

Even a happy ending of relief for them, this was another problem.

Clay, what does this mean?

We must have made a contract.

An unreasonable and unilateral covenant that, without my permission, you will taste the agony of severe pain if you go out of the bond on your own.

They replied that even if I asked you later, there was no way you were going through the pain.

Then you would have already been free to come and go inside and out, unaffected by the ring of the contract.

Why did you help the kids until you let them out and sit in here like that?

Apparently, this could only be seen as a breach of contract between me and Clay in some way.

Clay stopped in here of his own free will and wanted to help the children of his own free will.

Whether you were to be suspected by me or not, you did not like those children being devoured and killed miserably. That's what happens.

Or is this even a trap that makes me trust...

I don't know, but I only noticed one thing.

Speaking of which, it seems I had a contract with Clay under the pseudonym Electrum Bell...

Huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh It's my fault, it's my fault...