Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day the Border Plains

I was scared, sad and frightened now that I think about it, so I was just desperately fighting it. He was bluffing and screaming that he was going to live now.

I was just thinking about the day I could meet some of my dead buddies, and that was just accepting the fear of death.

"Sorry, it's still a little too early to die,"

Fangs that are likely to reach the neck, the head of that cobolt being raised directly from the bottom of the sword.

I didn't know that would stop me from dying... I gave up saying I was ready and I just didn't want to admit I was scared and I was just scratching my feet.

"I have set aside both despair and hatred. I've already sent that to the afterlife, with my buddy" Them. "

A sword flash swung sideways raises a blood splash, it's good to be dead or scared anymore. I'm not allowed to give up anymore because I survived, so die desperate "you".

"Damn, you said you were ready to die back then and you couldn't take it down by cutting it over and over again... it's ironic, now it's your turn to despair the demon" you "?

The sound of a sword trident, are you still fighting?

"Shit, we merchants can't die until we get this product to the border, come home!

Caravan, a merchant company that carries goods to hell like this, and tries to defend their loads even by fighting in hell.

It's like a dream. There's a merchant in the neighborhood who can come to hell at the end of this world.

I'm gonna get a scalpel. I'm gonna get this one.

"Thanks, that helps!

Hey, so die.

So much happiness has been delivered now, and we're all laughing.

At times like this, they say - read the air!

"Thank you is over here, thank you for coming to hell like this"

"Hahaha, it could be hell for sure...... this is where merchants admire and dream!

Waving weapons not only to the escorts but also to the merchants, defending the load with their lives according to the word. I am used to fighting, but I am rigid that it would be dangerous on the border.

"I appreciate it, but you're a life-threatening lunatic."

"Heh, the previous generations of the Chamber of Commerce" We "also dreamed of delivering loads to the border" Here ", but we lost our lives when we got to the border" Here ". It's a grief for generations of the Chamber of Commerce!

"That's a lot of loyalty, Grandpa."

Back then there were no satisfactory weapons, no armor, even the pills were lost and the battle meant the same thing as death... that's how adventurers die when they deliver such a fine weapon and bring such gear. Well, I won't let you kill those merchants!

"Then it's for your grandfather, you're killing all the demons!

"Hey, I'll get you later."

"Oh, that won't die. The most delicious liquor ever tasted."

There are no more companions who have been luxurious and drunk cheap liquor, and those who are not close to each other have just died even though they can now drink good liquor. So now I just luxury in my grave - don't die today until I'm luxurious.

"I also luxury, merchants want to luxury the adventurers in the neighborhood... thank you for protecting the world."

Shit, I'm not going to see him for the time being yet, so let's just say he was luxuriously drank like a mountain and someday he'll accumulate so much bragging that he won't be able to tell it all in the afterlife?

The world you all risked your lives to protect was such a warm and gentle world.

"But the border is amazing. Grandpa's got a sword and he's got a bunch of demons."

"Bald, but still young!

Not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul, not a soul. Even though he's only 266 years old, Non is still a young mon! Pump!!