Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 235 Noon Border Omui City Inn White Weird

We are the only organization on the continent that fights the Daimyo and the Demons. Yes, as an executive candidate "elite" at the headquarters of the Dauntless Adventurer Guild, I did not believe and suspected that one day we would be able to save the border, both to strengthen training and to lubricate the finances. Someday, I'm sure.

The laundry is refreshing under clear weather.

Automator, a magical guide doll in apron. The existence of a miracle that appears in a distant, distant old magazine I read in a picture book as a child, the ultimate wisdom of alchemy now called contraindications and scorned...... but dries the laundry while refraining from children.

"It's a beautiful day." "Yeah."

Yes, only the sky is no different from home. Poyopo, yoga, guogoo and demons are still walking in front of you, Pao Pao and the little elephants are helping you with the laundry, and the devil's toddler, who is stretching out her patties and wrinkles, is praised with a doya face.

"" "Wow!" "(poyopoyo) (gu gu) (guo guo) ((((……])))

The smiles of the children are no different from home. This is the end of hell, to say it's a symbol of despair.

"Eh, was it the land where corruption and decadence spread and ended?" "Yes, demons travel and people are devoured like sacrifices, dirty by demons and demons, right?" "Well, you're playing demons. Friendly?" "Yeah, there's a little elephant over there to help."

Everyone is gentle, everyone is a worker, the city is clean and rich everywhere and friendly to those who go on the road. A city full of kindness and happiness where only the best people are bad people.

"It's long idle" "Really... right"

But the kids here were orphans. She plays happily in beautiful clothes, but the orphans on the border say they don't even have a place left where their parents lived. No matter how happy you look, this was a tragic land.

White clouds flow. As if watching the children smile from the sky.

This is where the adventurers were trying to save and aspire, yet abandoned and transformed into hell. It is the treacherous sins of Western nations that have lost this parent's children. Instead of having a family, they don't even have a hometown where they were born and raised, yet they're good workers.

"You're in the mood to cry a little somewhere," "Yeah. I'm embarrassed, I can't name an adventurer anymore."

Children that it was hungry and sick until it was helped by vicious and hellish calamities. The children that they had never eaten full until they were viciously demonized by plundering the ruins that lived in poverty and hunger by an evil great-grandmother.

I studied desperately since I was a child. I have read books, went to scholars to learn, asked military teachers and politicians to teach, and have worked desperately to this day believing that one day I want to make the world happy. I believed I was going to save the border one day, so I turned down a number of invitations to bureaucracy and became an employee of the Alliance.

Someday.

I'm sure.

But there was no such thing as one day - it was already so late for the world, and the periphery "here" had always been in despair.

Shizukuishi- Tears that transmit cheeks fall into clenched fists.

Everywhere in the city a happy smile goes and we are not allowed to be happy like that. Everything was too late to even see under the feet of where I was before the border. I couldn't do it one day, and yet the world has always been protected by the periphery.

"" Sister, if you cry, don't - "" Yeah, if you don't laugh, there's gonna be disaster, okay? "" Yeah, if everyone isn't laughing, your best friend will splurge his happiness, and your officials will tear eyes out -? "" "" Yeah, I'm gonna cry a lot of black brothers? "" "Oh, I need to go help you. Cry. Right?" "" Oh man "" (Pulp) (GUG) (Gaogao) (((((...?

My little hand wipes my tears gently. Something I wanted to save and couldn't save makes me smile.

Smile back - and understand.

That even the people of the city are laughing desperately right now. Everyone on the periphery has known grief and continues to lose it in despair. I'm sure they know more about grief than anyone else.

That's why you make me laugh, proud, like watching the kids.

"Your breasts are painful... and your stomach is also painful." "" But it's delicious, it's kind of amazing!? "" That was only a snack and lunch "Lunch" is next. "" I can't finish the delicious interrogation!? "" It's painful, but I can't stop, I can't stop... "

Yeah, one tasty treat and rice after another to answer anything you normally ask, but not long before you answer... it's painful, but it smells good!