Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day the border

Apparently, the labyrinth, which was regarded as the middle 40 hierarchy, had exceeded 50 hierarchies. Now, I think it's still 50 tiers critical... but the distant ones crushed all the labyrinths that threatened to flood. Then there is no reason to hold our hand after you have been entrusted.

And I couldn't give in as a mother, my precious daughter (Merrimail) stepped through the labyrinth with me, and I followed her on a more dangerous journey together.

Then let's protect it. I am the wife of my lord, the princess knight of my predecessors, and the mother of the orphans of the border, and I will not let you hurt just one! Those kids are getting too scratched, they're finally laughing... never... is that it?

"Dear Murimur, downstairs he says the Labyrinth King has died instantly...... and it is Dear Merrier. Hi, those four sisters seem to have been overpowered, and they reached the bottom tier as they were ahead of them... and finished as they were?

The four younger sisters left behind, whose identities are laid low, are demons.

Among the demons we fought, hated and resented were cunning and vicious demons... my father lost his life in confrontation with the demons of the Labyrinth, and my father, who was called a hero and even sang to me, was my pride. But... but I wanted him to live because he didn't have to be a hero, I wanted him to teach me more swords, and I wanted him to stroke his head with those big hands.

I am sure that the devil who took my father (Demon) hated him and spent his life on the sword, waving his sword unconsciously towards the Labyrinth, and one day I continued to sharpen my sword moves to the border.

And I met Mellototham, the son of Uncle Borderline, when he was chosen as a princess knight. And it was weak.

The Knights had excellent command and command, but only to penetrate, and the swordsmanship was clever but weaker than mine, to be honest I was disappointed.

I wonder if this is a clan of brave people on the border, a lot of waste, boneless, unsophisticated, habitual sword moves, bad thoughts and cowardice to see in order to penetrate, and eyes that gave up somewhere. I spit, the opponent asked me to marry him and slapped him down again and again, beating me and then telling me to slap him down again and again in the eyes.

Turn it into a heroic bloodstream. The next peripheral uncle, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's best friend and young division chief of the first division. I didn't like it--Division 1 was an elite man led by my father, who unnecessarily slapped me when I thought it was such a man. And careless knights who laugh even when slapped down, not serious enough. I slapped him down many times in frustration, but I didn't give up.

If I had let power say things, I would not have been able to say no in my family, which is overwhelmingly inferior, the border is a famous house all over the famous house, without wealth, without power, without high-ranking officials, and its Omui name is immense. Yet he laughs and shows "you're strong" even when he beats you up in front of the crowd, and the audience cheers on the man who beats you to the ground.

I really hated it. He looked down, spit on it, and hated it furiously until he knew what it meant. I was a child back then.

One day, the Labyrinth was born - close to the Wang capital, close to many towns and villages, our Kingsguard and the 1st Division. The chain of command was given to me again, but the labyrinth challenged me with a mundane reply as the highest priority. Hate the Labyrinth, the Labyrinth that took my father from me, I have hated the Labyrinth ever since I lost my loving father.

And in a labyrinth tread, Kingsguard showed fast forward, in exchange for which the first division just came with a daze and fought in the rear. I just wanted the labyrinth tread handle, and I pushed ahead ignoring that I was doing something but I guess I was fishing in the crate as well.

And finally, I knew what it meant, that the king of the Labyrinth was so scared that my father had to throw his life at him and knock him down... the Kingsguard full of wounded would be devastated, at least I missed what I could escape... there was a hero there when I talked to the king of the Labyrinth but tried to stab him wrong.

"Two armies, guard the Kingsguard! It's a labyrinth kill from here. One army, I'll kill you!

"" "" Ha!

The sword of the kingdom, the strongest knight on the border, the man who thought weak and unscrupulous in his valiant name was the brave man of the labyrinth.

It's supposed to be an undressed sword move... that's just a sword move to fight demons. A sword only to take the life of a demon, not a sword that mingles with people and others. And that's why I was weak... because all I know is a sword to kill. A sword that waves in the face of a giant labyrinth king that unleashes desperate pressure is a special sword to take life, it is terribly boneless and that is why it is cruelly beautiful.

I'm sure that's how my father died, pouring all that life into it. So I hated that man...... yes, I regretted and upset and hated resembling my father who was no longer there because he looked like my father in sword muscles, standing and laughing. Your father died, but it was just unreasonable to allow a similar man to live.

And know what the name Omui means. That's the hero of the border, the battle moves that were cut off just to fight the demons, the use of life just to kill the demons at the stake - that's those distracted eyes, those eyes that resemble my father but embrace some objectified death.

For it was the face of those who should die but have lost many of their companions and friends in the labyrinth.

Desperate battle, but the end of it was abrupt. A powerful labyrinth king who is completely blind to victory, finished within being enchanted, storms into its unseen momentary gap. That just seemed like a crazy suicide, but I guess there was only one chance at that moment. A hero who defeated the Labyrinth King among the corpses of several soldiers nestles in sadness.

This is a feat, it will be a song and a legend, and as a hero he accomplished a feat of his status and honor as he wished. Yet faceless flying instructions for the treatment of the injured have no joy or pride in their faces, faceless but sad enough to look like they're going to eat their teeth and cry I've learned what it means. Aristocrats on the border say this is normal... how many family and friends this man has lost in the days of continuing to fight the endless labyrinth whether he kills it or not, losing his companions and friends.

"Miss Murimur, there are many injured, so let's leave the quest to the later ones to withdraw."

There was no inspiration or praise for the hero Tan in his hindsight to leave the labyrinth by saying so without looking him in the eye, it was the back of a miserable and sad man who had lost his companions and men.

We were just pulling our legs. Left to momentum, he was wastefully challenged and dragged down by the weak upper demons, dragging them down to the bottom... the 1st division came to the bottom without any wear and tear, and still the Kingsguard was full of injuries but no dead, we were protected to say that many lost their lives in the battle against the Labyrinth King. It was pride and pride that clouded my eyes and left several heroes to die.

I was battered and caged in my room for a few days, and if I went outside, I would have been festived by a hero. Honor had been pressed.

That made me unnecessarily dislike it. Then they proposed and beat me up, and kept on beating me down. You can't even use such elegant sword moves as don't kill me, but you lose like no other when you try. And a folk who sends a drink to it.

Then we fought shoulder to shoulder, and when we were asked to marry, we broke through the labyrinth together, and we fought together in other countries… and met the demon (demon) at the bottom of the labyrinth.

At that time, it seems I was slaughtered with a mad cry. Only Melotosum prevented the devil's cunning trap in the midst of no one being able to get his hands on the intensity of too many swordspears, slaughtered away the spicy magic, stood up and protected me...... I don't know time, I feel like I've been slashed by the devil for a long time. He was beating sadness, repentance, hatred against the devil. And when I killed the devil, I did my best, and fell out of strength like I had put it all out.

At that time, the gothic hand, which had clenched his sword with a hard and boneless lifeline, gently stroked his head with a large hard hand, was the same hand as his father's.

And I hated it even more than I did again! It was Mellototham who was scratched while protecting me!

Then we fought together again and again, and in the duel, we fought together again and again and again.

I'll never forget the day it ended. Only one letter, Uncle Borderline, died.

Only then did I really hit him. I punched him, punched him, punched him, laughed at the fact that his father had finished his life fighting demons. I beat him up and yelled and scattered.

But he laughed and answered. "We Omui are swords for the people, I am proud of my father for protecting the people and losing their lives," he said, prestigious but with tears in his eyes... his face was bumpy. Still, I ate my teeth and made him laugh proudly.

Yeah, you kicked in and attacked Mellototham's room door after that... so finally, he could cry. And Mellototham turned into his master.

The devil, who was supposed to have hated me, rushes over and hugs me, holding my hands wide open with a full grin that seemed to have been praised by all four of them together. Just like I did when I was a little girl, just like I did to my father.

I'm sure I miss Master Yao. Still, to the guardians who protect the border and protect the children... stroke my head gently as I did.

I'm sure you'd be stunned and angry if I asked you when you were stubborn. But when you see it, you'll see, these kids are just like me when I lost my father, a little kid I missed and couldn't help but. And these kids never even had their heads stroked.

Because it was the demon side that was born. Demons and demons make a difference, and ghosts and evil spirits sometimes have hearts... I never thought about it, it was all enemies and just how to defeat them. I just hated it.

They have the idea of being reborn in Yao's country, and they can't even care to say, "I must have become a demon from time to time," and treat them like orphanage children.

And I say, "If you attack me, I'll kill you, and if you don't attack me, I won't kill you? If I were an old man, I'd unconditionally bump!," which is not a word directed at demons, but a word of disaster to which people and demons are applied indefinitely.

There was no point in the reason for grief...... it was just killing and taking away and hating. Because it's such a cute thing, such good kids.

My hate heart could not protect anything. The heart I wanted to protect was what I really needed, like the people on the border... kindness and strength were the same thing.

And these children are gentle demons who strive harder than anyone to protect everyone, even if they are demons. It was the kinder guardian demons than anyone that the scourge of sad happiness had picked up, killing them all because they wanted to protect them.

When I opened the door (gate) and went out to the ground, I was greeted by the children on one side of the hit… they must have been guarding me on the ground because I was sneaking armed, and the soldiers were already brushing the children's heads with their faces.

If I moved to the border, now I was angry and mad at the abusive reality of the border, which is still the same, but I have a narrow horizon. These orphans were dying in the king's capital, in the king's capital where I lived. And your demon daughter was in the labyrinth, a weak demon who wouldn't even hold the figure of someone who would just be a demon stone if he killed her.

I'm sure the kids who weren't saved by hate laugh cheerfully and squirm around friendlily. Hate took my eyes off me, and the life that was falling zero out of my hand, the life that was supposed to have been lost without anyone noticing, was so cute and loving.

"Well, let's all have a picnic!

"" "" "" "" Wow! A picnic!

I was lonely, crying, hating. I could do a lot of loving things to me just resenting, all I had was sadness and anger, which made me smile and laugh, so I want to protect you. My filial daughter finally figured out just a little bit about her father's feelings when he died in the labyrinth, I didn't want to be a hero or follow orders, I just wanted to protect him...... Thanks, Dad. I'm so happy right now.

"Dear Murimur, BBQ is ready... what should we do with security? The demons around us are devastated, and they don't seem to freak out."

I want to protect you...... they're going to chase you out! Hey, maybe it's a bad idea for me and I to join you tomorrow. The soldiers are already starting to be lined up in LV for the elderly!

"" "" "" "Here you go!" "" "" "Dr. Murimuri, I burned it over here -" "Murimuri Mom, I'll," "I'll, uh, give the soldiers some too!" "Me, I can do it." "Me, too." "Me, too." "Yummy!

Let's do our best, 'cause I'm just as eager to protect you from the heart as my father is, and there's such a nice smile all over the border.

Okay, I'm a little short on stuff, but when I get home, let's train (bob) my husband (melotosum) too... yeah, because I'm so happy.