Master of the brave.

When there is an air of war in the country, the devastation of the hearts and minds accelerates.

After the claws of the fierce war between demons and mankind, which lasted until four years ago, they still remained everywhere in the Lemursil Empire.

The area around the imperial capital, far from the border, was not subject to large-scale damage, but with the expansion of the demonic realm, the cities and villages near the northern border, which were to be bordered by demonic territory, have become refugees to many people as a result of devastating damage.

Often they were not going to go, and they came to each city to form a slum, and some of them that were also bounced from it began to rob others of their wealth to obtain food.

The streets connecting Shimrug, the imperial capital, with the city of Kranad, have branches connecting the villages located in and around Shimrug, which stretch several times from the streets.

A few minutes ago, this wagon, which was running through one of those branches, was also about to be attacked by such bandits now.

Two of my mothers and daughters are manipulating the carriage.

Mothers in their mid-thirties look at horses on the carriage stand, while daughters in their teens still hold onto their luggage on the carriage.

On my way home from having the crops taken in the field exchanged for another crop or specialty in the village.

Damage caused by beasts and small demons such as wolves and bears occurs very rarely, but I had no idea there was a burglar raid in this place close to Simlug.

The horses the bandits are driving - this would also have been taken from someone, but they are never good hairy.

But still, the speed goes so far that it's not comparable to a horse pulling a luggage and running.

"Wait, hey!

Main road narrow due to branch roads.

The wild voices of the men of the bandits approach the dong...

"Ahhh!

Mother screams.

Several arrows were flying in from the front trying to plunder the horse's nose.

They were ambushed.

Though it wasn't the hit, enough to surprise the horse and stop him on his feet.

And the time I stopped that leg was enough for the robbers running the horse to catch up and siege the carriage.

"Hey, you guys. Don't kill those two, okay?

A man who looks like the best of the bandits gives instructions to his men as he pokes a less cared for sword at his mother and daughter, who trembles at each other.

"Brother, the luggage is vegetables, food, and then I'm not sure what it is. It's all like grass and nuts, right?

"Chi... sicken and cancerous"

"What will you do with these two? My mother's a little older, but she's pretty, isn't she?

"Right, it's going to sell for a good price, isn't it?

"Brother, brother! Do you mind if I play a little?

One of my men looked at my mother and daughter with a lowly laugh.

Make sure the mother hugs her daughter and shelters her.

My daughter also tried to hug her mother again, but just stared at her temperament and without distracting herself from the burglar.

"Well, fine. Just don't scratch it, okay?

"Hehe...... understand. Come on! That's my brother."

"Dude, you like him too!

One of the men approaches his mother and daughter.

"Stop! Stay away from your mother!

"Ugh! Shut the fuck up, kid!

Grab the mother's arm up where the man is sitting and hold down the daughter that another man is trying to keep away from the mother.

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"Ouch! Mother!

Reaching out with a non-voiceless scream to her daughter, whose mother was brutally held back, her daughter also desperately managed to escape in the arms of the man who held her back again -.

"Don't hurt my daughter. He's still a kid, but some perverts say he's good about that age. It's more expensive to sell if you're not handy. I have to earn a little money because I'm up..."

"I know, brother!

The man put more effort into his arms holding his daughter's head back - suddenly, he was kicked around the flank and rolled over the earth.

"Whew..."

"Hey, what?

When did he show up, one man stood.

He wore a thick fur coat, a shirt and trousers made of a cloth that looked sturdy, and thick leather shoes that looked sturdy on his feet.

From mouth to nose, it is covered with a fur collar roll to prevent dirt and dust.

Travel costume to continue the long journey.

"Shit... I've been in a shitty place. Well, was it luck or bad for me? I can't tell these guys to help me..."

He had long journeyed, untreated hair, and the only exposed eye I could not even ask him about, but he was still like a young man from his voice.

All you can call a weapon is a single sword on your hips.

He was also flustered with uncertainty as if he was drunk under his feet.

"Holy shit! What the fuck, man!

"You're getting slaughtered!

Parenthood takes control of the bandits who get their people kicked and killed.

"Oh, brother. You have a sword that looks good..."

"Is this it?

The only sword the man in the traveling costume wears.

The sheath is like a regular iron knife, but the decoration made of gold applied to the pattern head of the sword was quite splendid from an amateur's point of view.

"What you did to my men, if you give me that sword, I can make you a charlatan, okay? However, we need tolls to get through here... tolls are a lot of lives!

"Hehe..."

"You can't do this guy. It's something I value a lot, and I can't pay that toll."

A traveller-style man who plays his hand on a hipster sword and raises his voice somewhere in trouble.

"Nobody's listening to you. I'm sorry, but this is compulsory, okay? I wanted to go down this road today. I mean, I was unlucky."

My men laugh at the words of their parents.

"Oh, I thought I was unlucky too until just now. They lose sight of the road somehow and keep getting lost in the woods for over a week, and they're like you if you think you've finally found someone..."

"Ha ha, that guy really doesn't have any luck, brother. I'm gonna have a little sympathy, okay?

"That's why, my lady."

"Yes, sir"

He was suddenly spoken to by a traveler-style man and raised his daughter's confused voice.

"Are you from around here? You got something to eat or something? If it's all right with you, why don't you split it?

"Huh? Huh? Er... yes, once and for all..."

"Rice... rice, will you eat it? I'll help you."

A daughter pushed by momentum and nodding unexpectedly.

"Yikes! Luck is on the way. No!

"Dude, what are you talking about bro..."

"Hey, I'm sorry. I think I pushed my bad luck on you..."

"What the hell are you talking about? This guy."

"Parenthood, let's just kill him crisp already, shall we?

I made sure to surround the man in the traveling costume, and the bandits surrounded him with their gains in their hands.

"Good for you, that's it for your bad luck. It doesn't matter how lucky you are when you're dead!

"I don't know... I'll be kind enough to tell you, but I went out of my way to show up before this number of you. You know what that means?

- I'm so tough, huh?

At the same time as the words end or not - a little bit of metal noise, of course.

The sound of the sword pulled out in an instant into the sheath again, without even showing the action of pulling it out.

Putting aside a beat, the bandits collapse in doozy without saying anything.

"It's in front of the child. I'm not gonna kill you. But don't think I can get up for a few days!

The last sight I saw before my parents grasped the situation was the characteristic intense glance only held by those who kept themselves on the battlefield visible from between long foreheads.

"Ha, I'm hungry... I'm hungry..."

Mother and daughter approach a man in a traveling costume who instantly powerless the bandits but falls to collapse leaving a powerless and pitiful word.

"Oh, thank you"

"Come on... it's better than that, food because anything is good..."

"Ko, this..."

When we offered the bread, our own lunch box taken out of the wagon's luggage, the man waking up his upper body with a jumping momentum, shifted the fur collar roll and stuck it to the bread.

Mother and daughter stared at the gutsy and bread-eating man with a flashing look, but when she heard he was traveling for Simlug while eating, she recommended he take the carriage.

Picking up a small irregularity in the street makes a gutter and a noise. On the carriage of a rocking carriage, the man sits down so that he can sit on a Wallace.

I work to pack even the large amount of bread my daughter has taken out of my luggage into my mouth.

"Hey... Mogmog... it really helped. Food... mogs, gokun... and then we'll take you to the carriage."

"No, we were really helpful in helping out where we were in danger too"

"Mog, mog, mog... ugh? Nghh!?"

You stuck the bread you were eating to your throat, Don. A girl offers a water bottle to a man who slaps his chest out hard with a donkey.

When the man received it as it snapped, he drank water with gokugoku momentum.

"... puha! Sman, thank God. Thanks."

The girl smiles nicely at the man in the traveling outfit, pressing her luggage in with both hands again.

She wore loose clothes like a jacket and was a very beautiful girl, though she made her feel different and rustic than her city daughter.

(If the bandits had attacked me like that, I'm sure they would have sold me out)

The girl is only about ten years old or something like that.

He was still young to be made a comforter, but there seemed to be a demand for layers with special sexuality.

I'm glad the man saved this carriage, including the fact that he blessed me with a meal.

"From now on, when you go to Imperial City, the sun goes down, and if you don't mind, you can stay at home overnight? You look tired."

"Is it true!? No, that helps! I thought you were gonna die for real. Thank you."

I let a man with his head down just rubbing his head against the carrier smile like his mother had frightened him.

"I can't believe we were attacked by a burglar... if you hadn't passed by then, we wouldn't have had life by now, or we would have been separated from our daughter"

It should be noted that the bandits are tied to trees with ropes to bracket their luggage.

You won't wake up for a few days, and if you don't get attacked by a forest beast, you won't be able to escape until the satellite that called you rushes.

"And they were traveling from a long way away to be able to fall hungry?

"Yeah, well, from the west border."

"Well, from the west?

"Yeah, I was just about to ask Simlug if he knew me."

"Oh really? I thought you were a mercenary or something because you have a sword. I've seen it a lot lately."

"This sword is the amulet of the journey. By the way, still with the deterioration of your relationship with Petersia?

"We, the common people, are not sure… there are still rumors spread that it will be a war"

"He said the battle with the demons had just ended, but the next thing you know, it's between the same people... it's a stupid story. Well, I can't tell you about people myself..."

"Your brother's here to fight, too?

My daughter asks, sitting on her knees next to a man on the carrier.

And when the man broke his face, he stroked his daughter's head.

"Well, maybe in a way. I'm not here to fight a war, but my opponent who fought a few times back in the day is in Simlug..."

An unforgettable opponent for a man.

The man, who began to walk the sword path at an early age, seemed fortunate to have a gift regarding the sword, and instantly the sword's arms grew.

One famous teacher after another asked to teach, and when I realized it, there was no one around me who could teach him the sword.

I think I was becoming a Tengu.

There is no one in this world who can beat himself.

I had heard that demon kings and demons possessed mighty power, but sooner or later when they were allowed to come forward, they were going to let them prove themselves strongest with their own swords.

I had that confidence.

Until I met that person...

You were just, like, ten different ages than a man.

"Such a kid?

I was sexually angry and signed up for a battle in front of a large crowd when I heard that the person everyone around me, not myself, was expecting was a child who had finally just arrived in the Ten.

Set a stage that won't pull you in, and gauge the despicable means of keeping your opponent from escaping.

And the result of challenging the battle...

"I was strong...... that one"

Lost.

My daughter looked up at the smudging man's face with a strange look.

(Speaking of which, even when I first fought, he was about the same age as this girl -)

"I'm going to Simlug early tomorrow morning, too, so if you don't mind, can I send it to you?

Looking down at my daughter, my mother calls out to a man who is in a state of emotion.

We must also report the robbers who have left us in the woods.

"Let me sweeten your words"

There was no reason anywhere to turn down that suggestion to a man.