Lonely Attack on the Different World

* This is about a story between 50 and 100 stories. It will be about SS a little after a volume.

In the morning, Gill's sight appraiser.

It's insane and irrational. It doesn't make any sense at all, I don't know desperately when I ask if I don't, I don't know what it means to be unidentified.

"No, it's an Adventurer's Guild, but it doesn't change the contents of the bulletin board whenever you look at it. It's a stable bulletin board, but the whole thing. I'm here to explore when and when new requests will be posted on the bulletin board, because I'm not an Explorer's Guild, I'm an Adventurer's Guild, so let's just put up a request as outrageous as it sounds, shall we? Like?"

Dark-haired boy, Mr. Yao. If you ask where it came from, you answer it as forest, and if you ask where it comes from, you answer it as far away exotic. I've never seen that look before, a Gentile with dark hair, dark eyes as deep as pitch black, and childish but sixteen years old with matte black hair. More than that, an abnormal man of common sense destruction.

"You said you were going to sneak in because you didn't sign up for Adventurer. I'd love to hear where the hell you went and why you can feel the sneak feeling from people making a fuss in the Adventurer Guild every day...... KOSSOLI!! Please sneak in because it's good for about some fragments of a few shards!

And seniors are getting used to responding day by day. How many demonic stones have you truly appraised since this man showed up? Goro Goro Goro and how many demons we slaughter every day. Even though I'm the only expert appraiser, I pile up Donoko Donoko and Demon Stone. Pay one time and go home... overtime again.

"'Cause a poor boy in need of money is sneaking up every day to see it, and I can't help but scream at him for sneaking up on why he hasn't had a single request to make any disappointing money, but instead, he can't help but sneak around screaming at me for a hot urge over there and everywhere, so I'm not bad at all, because of the bulletin board? Yeah, you hate bulletin boards and you don't piss me off? You got a problem with the bulletin board at all?

He talks troublesome as an old man who doesn't even remember his name at all at this rate, even if he is the head of the guild, or even in front of Lord Omui of the border, and laughs at it... he hears it as if it were Ning Ro and the head of the guild... the two living legends of the border speak to each other equally "..." or as if they were more (...) opponents... it doesn't make sense at all.

"So don't make a scene. I'm telling you to sneak up on me. Why are you throwing non-blatant sins on the bulletin board without any shard reflection? Why are you always poor in the morning when you take home the Adventurer Guild's stakes every day is what bothers you! That's what bothers me. Don't bother with the posted issue of Explorer Guild in Adventurer Guild if you're not an Adventurer! If you're worried, at least sneak around and worry about it! (Whew, whew, whew)"

But that's a heartfelt laugh, seniors, borderline uncles, guild leaders. Words are confusing, sights absurd, but overflowing thoughts are joy and gratitude. And it seeps through thanksgiving and shameless remorse, but that feeling of generosity is a smile that even looks like a vision.

A troubled problem child important person. But he says, "Give him a proper bonus," and the snacks on the plug are fantastic! But it's annoying and I'm still a benefactor, but it's troublesome and it doesn't make sense. The trouble of walking comes every night every morning.

Asking the brunette beauties with what's going on, they say that that's something that can't be helped: "Disaster if you stand up, hell if you sit down, walking is a big nuisance" What, but it's weird and perfect to say.

So everyone laughs in trouble, but everyone can't speak their thoughts and confuse them, which is why the words they hear are a fuss of unintelligible meaning, but their eyes are full of gratitude and even the sights are unintelligible. My eyes honor me with curse in my mouth, my eyes scorch with anger chasing me around, everyone seems happy while I jerk off with a shuddering face, like a comedy that doesn't make sense like a theatre where everything is revealing.

"Oh, there were two completely innocent and unfortunate accidents today that said if I stopped by the innocent passage, it seemed like a labyrinth, so the demon stones were falling all over me. Okay, Yolo?" (Dossadsazzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg?

It was a tragedy! It wasn't if I was laughing, I'm making fun of you again. He said there were only two today after a series of unfortunate accidents in the off-limits labyrinth Dungeon, except for high-ranking adventurers every day, with no guilt to claim innocence in innocent passage.

It looks like both the tragedies on the border have disappeared and turned into my work (beard). There's a demon in the labyrinth, the demon stone hasn't fallen, someone somewhere has to kill them all or they won't be demon stones!

Everyone grins with their heads in their arms. The labyrinth control meeting begins with a sigh of joy and shame... the meeting itself was done regularly but every day these days. Every day the map of the labyrinth is rewritten every day, the worst labyrinths that cannot be killed are crushed and exterminated.

Sigh even though it's an event of great joy. Adventurers who admire that insanity and admire that awesomeness, if you imitate that, you die, don't you? That's the only thing you can do, right?

Yes, this is a hero no one knows, Tan, it's a fun tragedy like a comedy.

'Cause I know the appraiser, I get it. This boy has a very weak, worn out body. He says that it is this boy himself who is tormenting this boy by breaking his body and suffering from the kind of distorted magic that he mixes impossible and impotent into a mess.

So weak but with piles of demonic stones, the demonic forest is peaceful, and there are no villages, no cities, no reports of being attacked, instead only the body of a broken-down brunette boy appears in my eyes in bright red.

I'm at peace. That's temporary, and even if there are still lots of labyrinths on the border and only the Devil's Forest is water on the burning stone, there's a funny day for everyone... I can't believe that day is coming.

I wish these days would last forever, but I wish these happy days were everyday. So I should really tell you, the boy is already blurry... he said he shouldn't go anymore.

Yet I dream, I wonder if this day will last, even if that's the happiness of redeeming a brunette boy... because when I try to tell you, black eyes peek into my eyes when I try to stop them. That's scary, sweet, black eyes, those eyes won't let me say anything. I'm starting to feel okay about why, and there's no reason for that, but it can't be.

Because I am an appraiser "..." I know that's a monster and I know how unusual that is... because I know how unbroken that is. So it's not funny, so tragic. And never-ending overtime...... if you get a bonus, you don't have time to spend it -! Ah, I want the rest of the day!!

"No, no, no, no. I didn't go to the labyrinth, where I went was the labyrinth. Why the accident on the side of the Ningro labyrinth? That's why I'm not so bad. I didn't say anything about passing through. I was walking, right? How can you not have this logic of rational noise based on the truth that I'm not bad? It's not Lori, is it?

It just seems like a curse to me. The curse that breaks with the misfortune of the border, the cursed fate that continues to fight without dying even if it breaks to death dozens of times every day, is not laughable.

"Who's talking about Lori, who! It's a sneak story, sneak!! Do you know what I mean by sneak? I'm not asking you to sneak up on me, not colloquial or anything, but someone who's supposed to have decided to sneak into the labyrinth, why would you go into the labyrinth and say," Whoa! What the hell is this place! It's like a labyrinth! Hmm? That's... that's the Demon Stone over there! Look at that! It's the Demon Stone in the labyrinth! I was walking down the road and I found something terrible!... I'm getting reports that (a) "was noisy, but what is that cuckoo!? Why can't I feel sorry for not doing that every time? I'm getting a report! The Labyrinth and the Adventurer Guild are sneaky!

The whole city is so rich and happy that a cursed boy laughs more painfully than death in the middle of a smiling world of happiness. It is a scourge for demons who continue to receive all of the death on the periphery and scatter that death among demons.

The reason inside me whispers, that every day like this convenience miracle can't go on forever. 'Cause my appraisal skills tell me that this boy is no longer...

Still my heart screams! Absolutely fine. 'Cause I'm sure it's decided to be all right, otherwise it's too sad... that such cruelty is unacceptable.

And only the boy laughs with his bright red "unpredictable" broken body, a distorted sight as if it were a comedy played with a broken clown doll. It's a comedy where everyone laughs happily, a brutal tragedy where no one knows a broken boy.

I wish I didn't have this ability Skill, but then I could have laughed happily with you. If you don't come back anymore... if that shattering body gets shattered and scattered in the labyrinth... I think... but the same day starts again?

Laughing faces, anger, tons of demonic stones and black eyes, fantasies like a fun dream every day goes on forever - peaceful days.

"So we're just gonna have to sneak out and bury the labyrinth and the labyrinth king in the tunnel and pick up the demon stone - not making any money?

"It's sneaky! No declarations, no affirmations, no sworn statements, no public statements. Please sneak away and sneak home! (Come on in)"

The door opens and disappears as a boy with dark hair and black clothes melts into the light through the backlight. It's a happy sight, and that's why it's sad and painful...... the morning sight of the beginning of every day I want to dream about, and the day begins today.