The first day was still good, but on the second day we ended up doing the army of the Demon Army Orthodox.
I asked how things were going, and that seems to be a force designed to destroy trade between moderates and the Western Panagium.
If I hadn't brought the tarts, I could have done it with a light stir, but now escorting tarts and supplies was my top priority.
But thanks to their dawn in war, demons in the Demon World Forest were temporarily decreasing in number.
It was the biggest obstacle in providing an escort, especially since the gools are hard to spot and suddenly try to eat here when they get close without noticing.
Until we come here, when we have not encountered a single one of its gools.
"Beer rubbing, local drinking, my sister dressssssssssssss!
"I'm not just making stupid songs. Okay, you want to be underneath the carrier!
I have to thank the boys plenty when I get inside.
Now that we have a deal with Cascade Hill, the deal with Nekotanland has never tasted better for them than it did before.
If we were to continue trading, we would have managed to match our interest forms.
"How long after we get inside?
"Right. I think we'll get there after noon tomorrow if this happens. Thanks to all of you getting used to the geography around here."
Looking up at me on the tree, Tart wiped his sweat a little tired.
I think I'll see you like that. As living inside, I wonder what kind of space would suit her.
If I were to harness her talent as it is, would I be the supervisor who directs something? In the part about personal mastery, I think you're better than anyone else.
"What's wrong with you?
"No, anything. Don't forget to be on the sidelines."
I was going to ask you what kind of work you wanted to do, but I still stopped.
She wanted to live with Barney and Liseri. With all her heart, she made up her mind like this. It's incomplete to talk about work here.
"Barney's a fool, I guess he's still chasing after all the women's asses..."
"Yeah, well, I wouldn't say four or six o'clock, but I thought you were the guy I'd never forget about a woman's ass except at work"
Until it was dark that day, we went down a path that would not be, and we stood together, and we did the night.
If the relationship between the moderates and the Western Panagium goes further, will one day a street be created in this forest? Very unimaginable.
● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎
On the third day at noon, almost inside, I found strange traces.
That's the crest my master, the Demon King, used. That was engraved on the trunk of the tree and a message addressed to someone.
There is not so much to know about this crest now.
Not to mention limited to being someone who can accurately portray this, not wandering around.
Further, the same crest appeared again.
This is not a normal case. I turned back.
"Change the route. Avoid Cascade Hill for once."
"Phew, Cascade Hill, a hunting base for adventurers. I thought I'd like to go once. But why?
"I don't know. The crest of Jeremiah the Demon King, a being who had bound the demonic world 300 years ago, was engraved on the great tree ahead. possible message to me."
"Then why would the sender suck?"
"Yeah. If you're assuming the worst, this sender is - demon general Agarez. He's an undelivered man who speaks of the demon king's blood."
We rerouted and we headed to Cascade Hill side.
But even it was in his hands, and we were ambushed.
We had met those whom we should not meet here.
"Ha, you seem to have pulled the hassle. Is that you, Agarez?
There are about fifty Demon Army Orthodox troops at the front. In the center of it was a giant man wearing full body armor.
The presence of Agares just stands out. Your face can hardly be covered in helmets, and you will use heavy armor that won't even make you walk in a normal person.
In unusual occasions, the tarts and the men were sharply alert.
The moderate Salle survived because of the immortals, and the killer Nyx, because of its magic so powerful, did not have enemies to fight on an equal footing in the first place.
The lingering Agarez is always a careful man with armor. That's why this man has survived to this day.
If I have been loved by bad luck, Agarez is a man loved by prudence. That appeared before me with only fifty escorts.
"Was that crest your fault after all?"
I have moved on before its unusual existence.
My subordination tried to stop me, but Agarez did not seem to be Agarez, nor did he seem to have allowed it.
There is no way I can defeat Agarez. I guess that's what my men think.
"My sister's favorite, Bereto Route. I waited."
"This is surprising that you still remembered me. Agarez, the undeserved who deceives the successor of Lord Jeremiah the Demon."
He has no blood connection to the Demon King.
It was not something that was naturally allowed, such as a man naming his successor.
"I am the one who will inherit the will of Jeremiah the Demon King..."
"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu The Demon King hated barren strife more than anything. He said it was too hard to hang out with him."
I know the Demon King better than anyone. From those who seek to abuse the fame of the Demon King, from Agarez I am an inconvenient being.
"I won't tell you much. Submit to us, Bereto Root. Obey or I will destroy you."
"I refuse. I am not willing to destroy myself with you."
"Cattan...... Land......"
"... Yes?
It was a misplaced word from Agarez's low voice.
I can't help what I've given these names, but it still doesn't tighten up when it's here......