Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 61 City of Narogi at noon

A brunette boy feared by the military gods, a boy full of rumors with numerous rumors, all of which are absurd stories and none of which seem to be the same person.

While the princess questions the strength of this low LV boy, she appears to have placed her sincere trust in why.

Credit can never be trusted. But I'm sure it's strong, I was informed with my own hands.

"Hewei" is a special attack from the state of entering the shadow with "Shadow" in complete blockade of signs. And with a poisonous sword, he slammed the most elusive hips from the blind spot from the bottom, and there was no one to hide them. But the sword was gone, and when I realized it, it was taken away, during the activation of the "Hewei" of the Special Attack. That's the strength of an unmistakable monster level.

And saved my life, benefactor of my life.

But I can't trust you, the monster that the military god Merotosum fears is horribly determined. Never trust, even the captainship of a peripheral army that fights through in that most powerful demonic forest gives way to lowering its head for granted.

Because,

This boy is too casual.

This boy is too unsolicited.

This boy is too insane.

And this boy is free.

Without being tied to anything, without being caught by anyone, he just lives at will and at will and free will.

The danger is that no one is thinking about what it means to say that monsters that are not chained are free to go wherever they please and do whatever they please.

If I didn't know, no one would be on guard about the LV20 boy, I wouldn't even care.

Don't even know that's a monster, that boy goes in and out of anywhere without even knowing it's a labyrinth kill.

It's the worst monster for those who work as escorts. There's no such thing as an assassin, I can't protect every castle from being dropped at the time I put it in the castle.

Sure, he's a sweet boy, a gentle, even friendly boy, without being proud of everyone. But not good, it is the furthest from safety.

No pieces of malice, no evil... I have plenty of evil (porn), but no nausea. At that time, you could have freed my body and even made a deal by instigating the princess. But I was laughing like nothing happened.

Because he didn't even think he was about to be killed, so nothing happened to the boy.

But what if someone really pisses that boy off? Master Omui said there was no difference because he was doomed anyway.

If it were to perish, this was the last happy dream that the periphery of death would have had, and he said it was too much consideration that the periphery of not even knowing hope would have made him happy.

In other words, even the king of the border had accepted to perish.

That boy has an unthinkable amount of happiness and fear. Now he is making the people happy and terrorizing the demons, and at what time (when), what (what), if it is the other way around, the world will perish.

I am the shadow that has decided to live and die for Master Sharicelles.

I have trained and followed for that since I was a young child.

So I can't help but be afraid of the boy, that innocence is what scares me.

And I'm afraid of myself talking to the boy and laughing.

Normally, I can't wait to be scared of myself going for granted, even though there's no way I'm supposed to be able to get rid of it with a sword from a princess while saying it's horrible and "snug" or something.

The princess and I are supposed to be on our way to death, and that boy is just beside us and he's usually laughing.

Because when only two of us were ready to go to the Royal Army, we laughed in peace at some point when we were three.

And death came naturally, whether you were laughing or crying, the use of that death was the Reaper Dajmakam.

The legendary tent of terror passed down to the kingdom is in front of him.

A foreigner who says Dajmakam with the name of Reaper inherited by generations of most vicious people slaughter.

Of all the assassins who have been taught and raised by children to kill only one person, only one of the strongest inherits the name.

A killer who wears all the cutting and killing methods and always cuts and kills them optimally.

The targeted and the targeted equally slaughtered and continued to kill the living slaughtered.

The strongest interpersonal professional swordsman who wears only the moves and thoughts of a person to kill a reader.

We're done when we're found, we just have to stand up and let the princess go.

But the boy came forward, and he just went in without thinking and seemed unprepared for anything.

We just have to get into the shadow of Dajmakam while the boy is being killed, because we can't even fight that one.

But without even a fight, Reaper was beaten down, beaten and defeated with just one swing.

Even the royalty feared, and the reaper, who carefully examined what approached him and did not let him approach him, fell without being able to do anything.

That Reaper is the legend of the living fear that reigns at the apex of the slaughter, beating it to death.

What is that boy? Is it something more dangerous than the reaper he slaughtered? It's not even a person anymore. Is it something?

Yet the hindsight of a weak boy slowly extinguishing the reaper. There was no power, as if he were a child who could walk away before death.

Laughing like he was crying, he started walking without a thing. There was nothing to look back on.

I suspected everything but the shadow and the princess, and all but the princess have lived to be regarded as enemies, a boy so weak in hindsight that I was about to embrace "The Bullshit".

A hindsight that seems to disappear like an illusion of a foam (warm) that seems to disappear if it is brittle and tight and doesn't hold it.

I'm the one who's afraid of me.

How many times have I been laughed at by that boy?

Other than in front of the princess, you killed all your emotions. Me?

I'm chasing him with my eyes at some point.

I gave my life to the princess, this self and all my life.

And notice.

Everyone is unconsciously following that figure with their eyes.

And just seeing that look, that face is all laughing.

A boy who is just a passing traveler from a distance, a mysterious boy who admires everyone even though he is free to run all he wants.

Mysterious rumors swirl mysterious boys, unintelligible boys who are said to save the border like demons and kill demons like angels.

If you ask in the city, tell them you're a prodigal worker.

Ask the store owner and he will be assured of Mocha with infinite wisdom.

Ask him in the village and he says he took everything home abnegatively.

I worship him as the strongest, worst and most vicious savior if asked in town.

Says a good boy like a ghost who takes all the money if you ask him in the store.

Answer a suspicious person who will give you sweets and stroke your head if you ask a child.

I would say a boy more prestigious than anyone else if I asked him in the guild.

The old men worship without words or fear.

Everyone is always laughing around a boy full of mysteries who can't take any decent testimony.

It's horrible that everything doesn't even make sense.

There was not even such a horrible man in the Wang Capital, where conspiracies and plots roamed and the devil's brakes passed.

I don't know the idea, the purpose, the orientation, what I want, I don't know enough to look into it.

Everything makes sense, everything seems pointless.

Everyone is laughing as he complains.

Something vicious, while unintelligible, freely let go wild.

The madness of laughing at each other as a matter of course, knowing the dangers.

Yet my eyes are chasing me again, not being drawn to me.

That's why I'm scared of me.

Because even though it's horrible and scary, it still only looks like a helpless child crying to me.