Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day, the border, the city of Omui, the inn, the white freak routine.

Wake up with the morning sun. That's the beginning of a sleepy but fun day, the dawn of a happy day.

Start cleaning. Actually, everywhere (anywhere) and everywhere (Kako) is beautiful and clean, I finish cleaning away the magically preserved inn like that and prepare the kitchen, I actually didn't like cooking, but now helping is more fun than anything.

A daily miracle that Yao makes something magically delicious, and a fun day filled with laughter from morning to evening surrounded by gentle, strong and bright sisters.

Yes, I was happy when I realized.

From one day onwards I ceased to be frightened, the city on the periphery, where the imminent demise and death of man were everyday, changed, because from that day on everything in the world changed.

Because a bunch of black hair and black eyes came to the unfortunate world.

Even though the border had always seemed to be smeared with dreams and hopes and black despair, those black eyes smeared dreams, hopes, despair and common sense more black than darkness, turning black into a dream of happiness (pastel color) by deceiving (dazzling) black.

"Billboard girl, oh no. It's a rough day this morning, and I'll roll it up as soon as I can, so wait a little longer for the inn bill, okay?

"Good morning. I'll help you."

Pick black hair with your fingers that seemed troublesome as you went down the stairs and chop it off clutterfully without hesitation.

You were depressed. Your forehead, which is likely to cover up to your eyes, is beautifully shortened, and your black eyes peek.

Its eyes are pitch black, scary but tender and sucking everywhere, its eyes are like dark mirrors that capture everything of those who peep in.

With a troubled smile and far-sighted tricks, even today the lips that talk about pranks are not busy and deceive bad things, bad things are deceived and everything is happily changed.

The world had changed since these people appeared in the city on the fringe, misfortune had been blissfully anointed, and the fate of the tragedy had been twisted and distorted into comedy.

I'm sure it's a dream - because a city so happy that no one could have dreamed of it will be vibrant as the sun rises.

Because it's a dream.

A little elephant rides her little children through the city, everyone gets drunk in happiness and peace with a grin at the sight.

This is a dream that only a little kid who doesn't know anything sad can see, a dream story that is like a miracle lost every time he brings tears to a hard reality.

The miracle of arrogant happiness, even though reality is always brutal, can only be achieved by the best of the periphery, who brutally sprinkles unreal happiness more than reality.

We forgot to dream. We thought, if we gave up on dreams, they wouldn't come true, but we reached out and said that dreams wouldn't reach people... because we didn't have to reach out and the world was filled with misfortunes.

Deceive it, "When you bump all your misfortunes, you turn into happiness, don't you? Yeah, the trick is, if you keep bumping up until you're happy, you're getting more and more fun and you're feeling happy, right? Fun?" ─ Such an unscrupulous joke turned tragedy into a comedy by being made a laugher.

That wasn't even rational. The deception of a con artist who deceives reality by deceiving it with bullshit (crap), even though there is no reason to do so, gradually wonders if that's good.

And the city that no one has given up on anymore.

Because you can't give up such happiness, there's no way you can be so happy and give up.

"Done. Hey, Ta-doo and eat? Yeah, it's me, isn't it? Like?"

"" "" Here you go! & Change-up!! "" "

The daily routine begins in a lively way.

I've been trying so hard to make you laugh, even if it's always hard, and now you're happy and smiling.

"Follow Me"

And I drop off my back going out with a smile like I'm going to play. From now on we will go to a dead place that neither the army nor the adventurers can reach, the backs of the brave men who fight at the bottom of the labyrinth.

I know- - I'm sure the world remains unhappy, I'm sure the reality remains brutal. But the Lord Odai is my wife, and I have always been my wife, so I can't admit to misfortune or tragedy, "Fun, misfortune?" is kicked.

I've seen my sisters crying over and over again while being transported in with bloody paint and treating a scratchy Mr. Yao, we cried all together.

But he was laughing... he was bloody painted and even though his hands and legs twisted, he was laughing.

We all know that already.

We all know that now.

Endured doesn't end the sadness, it doesn't mean I suffered, I've been waiting for you to lurk my breath and the tragedy doesn't end.

So angry, to demons, and to myself.

Everything becomes out of reach the moment you give up, once you let go, happiness rubs through this hand.

More demons, trapped in towns and villages, no weapons, no mushrooms (tickles), and we're all mad at ourselves for not being able to do anything and being frightened.

Something must have been done, and if I hadn't given up, I would have grabbed something, and if I hadn't given up by hand, I could have done about one thing.

Defeat just one demon and it will be one demon stone, and that will be money to buy weapons and food. If you stack it that way, even the LV will go up, and if you step into the woods, you can get the recovery mushrooms.

Just a little... If everyone had worked just a little harder, they would have had to push everything against your brother with blood on their own.

So nobody in this city gives up anymore, it's unacceptable to give up something anymore.

Weak we cannot fight at the bottom of the labyrinth.

Weak we cannot survive in the back of the Devil's Forest.

But I won't give up because I can't.

Proceed one step at a time, defeat one, and become slightly stronger.

Everyone made up their minds.

The wives were crying. Because I wish only the child would be safe if the mother saw the exotic child bleeding and seemed insane... yet I cried with pity and anger knowing that the bloody child was fighting alone.

That day, a lovely wife's party was born.

Whether that is an exotic child, let the child alone carry the burden, and let him go to the place of death and wonder what his mother is. I thought that was an adult.

That, only a single child sold demonic stones, mushrooms and sticks, producing garments that could be magical.

Fingertips reached something that had been out of reach all along.

We, the people of the border, can fight. Happiness, delivered alone and bloody, is now the time for us to reach out and hold on tight.

Even your sisters are desperate to chase you, because they see how hard you train them every day.

Because I also know that you work hard every night until the secret special training that kids can't see.

So even we want to go after it, it's far away, and we don't want to give it up even slightly, we can't let it go.

'Cause we all already know.

'Cause we all know that already.

There's no such thing as a happy ending to be saved as a hero, Tan, because it's somewhere where someone is hurting and bleeding on our behalf.

So the demons of the woods are cleaned today at your lovely daughter's party.

Because I will never tarnish this precious happiness, because this bloody happiness is above all a treasure of this beautiful city.

Fight, fight, and fight, hurry back to the inn.

"" "Billboard girl, I'm home" "

"Welcome back"

To welcome the return of the heroes with a smile.

To greet these brave men who protect this happiness with a grateful smile.

And the fuss routine continues into the night.

In the peace of the heroes, the time of forgiveness of the brave men who fight with their lives at stake.

"Bye, oh, what shall we do? Whoo! That's through again!? Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Happy and fun days - it's a treasure you couldn't even dream of on the border.

So this inn is like a jewel of sparkling happiness in a chest - brilliant slaughter flies and radiant magic bursts.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuu! & wow, the inn sucks even though it's intact in the labyrinth!! Damn, the inn is hell...... yaaaa!!"

And when the sunset night book falls on the day, it's a preparation period for a fun tomorrow, and the good boy dreams of a happy tomorrow time.

"" "" Pfft... a good master is a greatly served master, a bad master is at your service!

"'Cause that ends up with the results together! Hey, what are you gonna do, I'm gonna do that, but supposedly there's a different offensive reversal of the subordination issue...... but oh, bye-bye, elephants - and elephants -!

I'm sure the whole city has happy dreams, I'm sure they'll be happy all tomorrow. Good night.