Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day on the sidewalk.

The border has been enriched with peace, it is an indisputable truth and an undisputed fact. So the merchants frightened by the vicious demonic raids must have made a mistake. It was finally at peace with the periphery where the ruin of a world that was impossible even to survive was condensed... just a normal hell.

Merchants who enter without even being able to move with a pale face, leaking trembling whimpers and despairing. You must have come without knowing, but you're unlucky. That was a little too much this time...... we can't do that either.

Dozens of demons overflow from the woods. That's a nightmare frightening hell on the continent. Peaceful everyday scenery in this neighborhood though. That's what I meant by coming to the border (here), so peaceful that the helpless merchants I've never been able to reach can finally put their lives on the line. If we are to come to a peaceful hell, we need to be prepared for it, because we are not the border people.

Hip over the demon roar and whine a tearful curse... then at least remember one of the magical spells.

"Give up your luggage and shield your wagon, and if you can't fight, stick to your horse and run."

"Are you sure you don't have enough power?

A pedestrian who goes to the border gets used to it. Even if you bring merchandise to the border (here), you have to leave your common sense behind. The border (here) is a place where everything is different. So the end of the border...... how many merchants despaired to deliver goods to this land.

They put high tariffs on the territory in front of them just to try to get through, and they still get attacked by demons even towards the border and the goods don't arrive. Even those who could flee home alive had only rare hopelessness, so the border (here) was finally peaceful to the astonishment of demons.

"Well, it's a stoop. Which is not how many we can do."

You can set up a store in the kingdom like we do, and if you do business with us more than once, you can be prepared for it... but it must have been too exciting for the exotic merchants, they can't even stand up shaking and frightened.

"The girls from the woods! It's right next to the demon!

Everyone peels their eyes and imagines a desperate, miserable future - with the adorable daughters of misplaced and pitiful clothes right on the side of the demon.

If you're used to it here, you know... that if you know it, you don't have to be frightened. Instead of worrying about your daughters in cleaning wearing those white and black apron dresses, tell them that the demons attacked turned into the hunting side to be worried about.

"The siege has begun!

"" "" Roger! ""

A horde of fierce demon wolves (wolves) covered in steely bristles stripped their fangs, and at the same time jumped on their daughters, swept away with a broom and cleaned them beautifully. No, it's brilliant.

From behind it is a bunch of ugly, cunning evil ghosts (goblins). Bruised, intelligent, cunningly surrounded, then asked for gaps and thrust, but instantly slashed and engraved with a pluck from a slender sword planted in a broom. A product to the point of awesomeness - an unusual weapon that frightens even demons at its unusual cleavage, a shining murder weapon whose brilliance playing sunlight engraves the slashing line.

Even the beast ghosts (Kobolts) who wave instant violence to target the gap appear. A nightmare on the border that strikes at the overwhelming speed of the beast, cooperating and agitating in flocks, and raiding simultaneously. He opens his fierce jaw wide and is unilaterally skewered with a spear engraved in a broom at that moment when it is fleshy and frivolous, and is scattered and piled up by a series of demon bullets.

And what emerged from the back was the worst incarnation of violence. The worst of the world's inferno and the forest of demons. A huge, lumpy ghost (oak) with tremendous power strikes down relentlessly and screams from the merchants. But a fierce blow is carried away with silver dust, while simultaneously dancing a series of shots of brooms! Slashed and carved and filled with holes, the strongest demons of the Devil's Forest slowly collapse without the art of exchange.

Staring at it in dreams, the merchants who are suddenly unable to move at their own loss are solidifying… flipping an apron dress boasting an absolute black and white defense, you don't even know the specialties of the border where the unrivaled (broom) and the dust removal sweep away the demons.

"Sweet Daughter's Party", the lower organization of the most fearful organization on the border, culminated in the culmination of many legends, and even the fearful wives (aunts) of "The Great Ghost (oak) than the Great Ghost (oak)" flaunted "The Cleaner of the Devil's Forest (sweeper)".

"It's okay now. Welcome to Omui."

The girl who greets me with a lovely smile, it was the famous billboard daughter of the city's most famous inn, the White Weird.

"Thank you, that was helpful... you were a billboard girl, I'll ask you to stay in the city again"

"Is it true, thank you every time"

The innkeeper's daughter laughing and lowering her head. She is the only daughter of Omui's finest inn, the White Weird, and the sign daughter of the Inn for the black-haired Gentiles.

It's wrong to ask common sense for a girl by the legend of the worst calamity by being born, raised and survived on the border. This girl is more of a border man by the black-haired Gentiles than anyone else. To say that living in fear of demons is too different in standards and values from us... are we all flattered?

This is the border - the famous knight of a peaceful country. You will die here in an instant. Even though I say that everything that lives there is equally out of standard.

"No, thanks!" "I've been at peace lately, but I'm surprised there were so many of them this time." "Oh, I can't get that number on a boulder."

Merchants who finally breathe back, talk and thank you. The exotic merchants are still confused compared to the poor girl and the pile of demonic corpses that remain solidified, and the newcomers still don't understand or keep their eyes black and white.

"My wives' main unit is playing a sweep in the back of the woods today, so they were on guard to see if any demons could escape into the streets. Sorry for the delay."

If you ask, they don't have a bunch of brunettes on the border. That's why the army and adventurers jumped and concentrated too much on the labyrinth. So I escorted all the young girls called "Devil's Forest Loggers" to the labyrinth. They've had too many demons in the Devil's Forest because of it...... I can't help it, I'm sure that's gone willy, I'm sure I went willy.

Everyone in this neighborhood regretted meeting them. That was only for a few moments when a bunch of brunettes were away at the border... everyone held their mouths together and lamented "we wanted to protect ourselves at least for a little while", thoughts heard many times in the tavern. I'm sure you're overexcited and overexcited in the labyrinth by now.

He wants to be in a place worthy of a smitten happiness, wanting to show the black-haired Gentiles just a little bit of chest stretching and even a little bit of the value of the saved.

I guess everyone had their thoughts because adventurers and military men regretted it so much. And the hearts of the adults who were smoking when the orphan children began to fight, they said, burned like a fire in the plains, burning all over the border. We want to protect ourselves... that's the border, that's why the border is the merchants' dream land.

It's not just about making money, it reminds me of what I dreamed of coming here… I'm sure that one day when I was young, I would realize that it was still smoking in my mind, the border (here) is.

Neither manual manipulation nor mouth-to-mouth eight cloves are needed in the marginal commerce. Just sell a good product cheaply and you'll love it, and it will always be a credit and a merchant's treasure. If you buy something really good high with the money you made that way, you will always make money. It's more trust and credibility than lies and rushes.

Because if you sell 800 fake or cheap crude products, people will die easily at the border. That's why buyers and sellers are serious... and that's why there's nothing happier and more proud of a merchant than being a trusted merchant on the border. I buy good stuff here, even if it's expensive. And if the product is bad, the merchant loses credibility. A land where genuine commerce is tested more than anywhere else in the world, where the trust and sight of merchants is life.

Looks like your city daughters went into sweep by exterminating the demons as they scattered, a familiar hunt that surrounds them without alarm and ensures they are safely hunted and killed as they speak. That suddenly turns away!

"It's a superior species, a cobolt leader!

"Leave it to me!

A white and black apron dress rushing through in a flash dances in the wind. He walks with a thin, shiny broom and dust remover in his hand, lowering his body forward, fleshing to the top species in an instant, and at close range, dust remover plays a Kobolt claw blow, and Kobolt leader's leg is paid! Without hesitation, the demon opponent attempts to jump and take a distance, erasing the intermission, flashing from the temple - the sword of the sword of purchasing draws a silver residual line on each letter from the temple of his waist.

"Eh, shallow. You're strong... I can't believe you taught your sister how to live together."

"GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU..."

A roar of resentment as low as a ground howl, wounded and intimidated by the beast to strip out its ferocity. In other words, I fear - a tough body beast ghost (Kobolt) strips his fangs and moves into small pieces threatening to smash him with force hidden in a steel-like limb, intimidating a little girl. The immobile girl is pressured, overwhelmed and frightened by her temper.

"You can't bark, roar, or look scared, because I've seen the backs of people working harder every day more desperately and upright. Because I know so many sweet braves who will come home laughing even in the face of something scarier than you! So you can't even look scared, because really scared people... laugh so gently, right?

Staggered to sway with a smile, the silver sword tip pierces the heart of the warcraft's chest. And when he flips the apron loosely and lands without sound, the fierce Kobolt giant, who was proud of his gigantic body, quietly falls and falls.

"Cobolt leader, elimination is complete! Surround and destroy the remaining demons at once."

"" "Roger!" "

My voice dances, my sword dances - I was told later that it seems to be a reply from a distant country. He said it was full of gentle, strong, nice people, but all the people were the language of a vicious, outrageous country.

Everyone in that country laughed happily at the bad guys, sprinkled happiness around until everyone was in trouble and cried, a country where so many black eyed people lived, a kind country where everyone was so vicious that they accidentally made peace, they said it was the language of such a distant country.

The merchant is good at mastering words, but the trouble is, "I don't like it, I'm" yah "at saying I get it?," which seems to be a rather difficult language to acquire.

A refreshing breeze rushes through the quieter meadows, spreading grassy leaves. Beautiful landscape, but until just a little while ago, it was said that this was a dark forest. Peace on the periphery because demons ravaged and calmed the trekking forest of hell, and that is something different from the peace of those who live in peace in a safe land like ours.

Play with your hair as if a gentle breeze caresses your daughters' heads, and soothe your smiling daughters with disturbed hair that seems pleasant. I'm sure the city awaits ahead of this wind. The sky expands blue everywhere, and the pleasant soft wind reaches this far... everyone smiles softly with their hair blown by the soft wind. Well, I don't have hair, do I? Don't be silly, the wind slips over your head...... Hot Keyo!