Manowa

◎ City Inn Sambang Night in Lizarect

"I'm pissed off. Super pissed off."

That's right. The sound of the wind is quiet.

"Well, there's no choice, is there?"

But bowflowers don't go into follow-ups just to make a face of it. The Dere period is almost over.

"Well, I found out, and hey"

"Hey."

Tiara and Naoki also sighed.

Did the current time go around 19: 00? In this world, royal aristocrats and others possess childstone-powered clocks, but the wind sounds windows also have clock functions, so time is accurately grasped.

It was mainly from the Adventurer Alliance that the wind sounds were scolded. The reason is that the incident of "Crawling Lightning" was discovered after witnessing the appearance of Hippo Marunou and Thunderchariot used during the Black Demon Warfare. The wind sounds themselves were not trying to hide because they did not realize who the "crawling lightning" was, but returned "yes" to Doya's face to the question of whether he was running around the city. It is a great eyeball.

It should be noted that the wind noise was verbally referred to as a ban on rampant acts near the city. There is no law prohibiting rampant acts, but it is possible to take residents' anxiety to severe enough punishment. And with regard to "Crawling Lightning," I was presumed to have left the city on the second day of its emergence, so I've already contacted the surrounding city and the capital, DiaSouth's Adventurer Guild Hyvern headquarters for a cautionary recommendation. So it was decided that we didn't even eventually see this matter as an Adventurer's Guild for Lizarect. The point is, I didn't like post-processing. It is anyway information that disappears as it is without future sightings. And not to put verbal attention to wind sounds on the record.

Well, that's after the Grand Martial Arts Club, but the appearance of demons after the finals was irregular but also 'safe for all', suppose we got nothing. The closing ceremony was then to be held again the following day. It is a common story that there is no attendance of winners or semi-winners in the general division, but if masters or the like participate, they will just leave once they win.

The murder of God Norman is on the ground. This was in accordance with the word of God himself at death that the devil would only be a material to fuel people's anxiety, such as attacking God. Norman's remains were handled politely by the Norman Holy Knights, who were coming from the Heyvern capital, but they carried them straight to the capital and resurrected them under the main body.

And the sound of the wind was grinding, but he looked at the bracelet that fell into his hand. As a reward for this Black Demon Crusade, he received supplementary items besides the meat of the winning prize dragon. The name is "The Bracelet of Aim," and its effect is to cause the summoner to exercise his own technique. Simply put, it is an item that makes it possible for a magician to shoot magic from a summons through a path with the summons. I tried it and it seemed that skills and so on could be put out through Yucconeer depending on what.

It should be noted that the meat of the Black Rock Dragon was exchanged for the "Meat of Nue" of the summoner of the third place Merlite. Yucconeer ate the meat and his nails sharpened, lightning, and his tail tripled. It seemed to be speeding up as well. I was fortunate my tail didn't turn into a snake.

By the way, Carty, who was negotiating another one, said, "I'm going to grow this one with what I got myself," and refused to exchange it. The meat I got is Tenma's meat. They've grown feathers.

Other noteworthy things are wind sounding skills, but actually defeating that black demon didn't add up. I don't even have any experience. Maybe there are some conditions, but at the moment I didn't know why the wind sounded. I don't know if I can say it instead, but I got the skill of 'Soul Crushing Blade' with a copy from a white knife during the fight. This seems to be a skill that has a tremendous effect on the astral system. It would be a very beneficial skill as the wind sounds that made Diavo lick the bitter juice. And...

"Um... is that good? You can have this."

Minaka reluctantly asks the wind. The bright white knife I got from Genzo was currently differentiated from Minaka's waist.

"Oh, it's okay. I don't specialize in knives either."

That's right, say the wind, and add.

"Just never sell it or anything. Take it with you all the time because you don't have to use it. As much as I can."

I gave it back to Minaka, who punched her eyes in the serious face of the wind noise she mouthed, "OK," and began to take care of the knife as it was.

The name of the knife is inscribed "White Snow". It was the perfect name for a white sword.

But it's hard to say how bright the wind sounds when you see it. I also wondered if my buddy was unwell, but I felt that only bowflowers (you're carrying them in).

(After all, Grandpa. That was stupid.)

The wind sounded so boisterous in my heart.

(My own grandson was in front of me, didn't you notice?)

I thought it was a non-remunerated story. There is no evidence, but I was sure of the wind noise. Genzo's consciousness poured in through the knife was telling Minaka so. And he also confirms that Minaka was adopted and has no previous memories of being adopted. So the wind noise guessed that Genzo probably mistakenly thought he had died for the grandson he had given up for adoption. Until then, the wind did not know, but the wind pitied the old man, who ended up rubbing off to the end, and handed the figure to Minaka to provide for him.

I just haven't told Minaka until that reason. I'm going to talk to my Minaka raised parents one day when I visit Japanese and then decide what to do.

And from here on out, we're talking about assumptions you can't imagine in the wind noise you don't know the old man was a player.

The old man showed up in this world two years ago. You will descend into the land of Japanese by yourself and then walk away as an adventurer.

But the old man should have questioned it. Was I supposed to be one of those old men who was in front of a TV monitor before I came to this world? And I was wondering if the old man was the only one who was dropped in this world?

In fact, six more years ago than the old man, there was one girl, who had been discovered in Japanese. The girl had been picked up and raised by a certain townsman and had learned swordsmanship as the basics of Japanese children. And within the course of learning swordsmanship, the girl who acquired a unique skill called 'Swordhawk' was bought that talent and adopted by a certain martial family. The girl had abandoned her past to live with the daughter of a martial family at that time. It was the technique of closing the memories used by Genzo in the wind.

The old man didn't notice. I fell two years ago. I can't help but notice that even if I have a grown grandson in front of me. No, or there could have been a different future if the old man hadn't been invited by the devil, or if he hadn't just turned his eyes to the original world. But the result is gone. We can't go back to the past.

This is such a hypothetical story. But the hypothesis is that if a girl speaks a word, there will be an answer whether it is true or not. Speaking of "command open"......

But that won't happen. Minaka never utters the word without any context. So to this point it's a hypothetical story, a story that ends with nothing happening as it is.

It's just that the old man's knife is different from Minaka's waist. That was the only sure truth.

(Ma, take your time off, Grandpa. You're tired, aren't you? Good luck getting this far...... I'm tired too)

Looking at Minaka, who cares carefully for the knife, the wind-sounding lid eventually fell, stuck to the table, and a little later the small exhalation began to follow regularly. Bowflowers lift up the wind noise with the face of "I can't help it" and carry it to the bed in the room. With a straight tree called "Me."

But there is still a final end to it. The 'certain' promises exchanged during this tournament have not yet been fulfilled.

That was going to be fulfilled.

◎ City of Lizarect Central Arena Night

"If it's night, don't miss me here."

An old man stood in the center of the arena. Hands with that sword tremble and it also seems difficult to stand properly.

"Well, after the festival. It always feels that way after the fire goes out."

Zinlai utters an unusual word to the old man.

The old man, Var Nielsen, laughs at Jinlai's words.

The old man, now named Vanil in the tournament, along with the soul of the devil, had his own power also taken root. It was clear to everyone that he would be debilitated to death tomorrow, just like any other demon user.

"Is it time to start"

The old man nods at Jinlai's words, and glances at Jinlai.

"You know, don't end me with a miserable old man."

Jinlai nodded without saying anything.

The old man just picks up as much as he just picked up when he can't see anybody's arena, destroyed surroundings, etc. Just put a long sword forward. It must be painful to lift it anymore. I heard groans.

"Is that good?

A little further away than they are, Louise asks Jinlai with an indestructible face.

"Get started, Sister Louise."

That was all Jinlai responded to. I can't see any emotions from that look. All you're there for is a combat machine that just thinks about burying the enemy in front of you. Perhaps Jinlai knows that would be the best way to reach the elderly.

Kill as just the biggest enemy, without any alarm or compromise. The old man nods very happily at the figure of Jinlai.

Louise's hand, who sees it, goes up and mouths the signal of initiation.

And the old man sees Jinlai.

When did you feel the sword was so heavy?

How long ago would it have been before the enemy felt so horrible?

My legs don't come forward. It's not dull. I can't move anymore.

Then it's an arm. Lift and unload.

Send the opponent's attack, slash him.

The old man understood that there was a hole in his pocky chest with that in mind. They put a spear up. The man in front of me really, challenged himself with the utmost power. That makes me so happy for the old man that I therefore send him my biggest compliment.

"Brilliant."

With that in his mouth, the old swordsman, once called Lightning, collapsed and died.

Louise looks at it and leans down. Hard is not the death of an old stranger. It was the life of the once romantic man in front of me that was hard. I loved him because he was, and I let him go in anticipation that he wouldn't be. But it hasn't changed. This man's way of life was and always has been one. I guess that's why I'm living alone away from my family.

But Jinlai doesn't know Louise's mood like that. So here's just what I told you.

"This one is Var Nielsen. I'm not a demon named Vanil or anything like that. The eagle admired it, and today in a duel, the eagle defeated it with strength. Tell that to your guild."

Louise asks as she leans down.

"Are you sure? Probably gonna pull the poverty lottery, huh?

"What's the problem?

Louise can't say anything to Jinlai to say that.

And one, Jinlai, left this place.

"Problem... there's no way there isn't."

This dead old man has only been old and bedridden in recent years, but there are many families, disciples and followers. Even though that's a duel, many people would rebel if they found out they were killed in this way. But Jinlai is willing to take it on.

"Don't be impotent, Grandpa."

Louise shrugged like that thinking about the back of a man who had already left.

And on the night of the final, all the stories concerning this great martial arts club came to an end.