Master’s Smile

Sorgross reported this to his master out of fear that something might be at stake to him.

Neither was the fine dust worried that the Apollos might have been involved in some sort of incident.

She is one of the members of the Army of Salvation (Yerkthilla) who can also listen to people who are relatively outside the Alliance.

However, that does not mean putting your mind through it in person.

Sorgross also had the feeling, like Laradi again, that he didn't mind what happened except himself and his master.

But the master was different.

I kept my eyes round and had a surprise look on my face.

"(Be kind to me...)"

In the mind of Solgloss, the rating of a master who can't rise any further tries to go up again googly.

I don't care if you live or die. It's really sweet to worry about the Apollos.

Conversely, even if the master failed to take into account the Apollos at all, Solgros would have raised his rating as wild.

The evaluation criteria for the master were a distortion.

"I don't think so..."

The master asked me if the smell of the blood belonged to the demon.

I can't identify an individual by the smell of blood alone because I'm not even a vampire, but a solgloss that goes quite as far into the blood even if it's not as good as hers.

The smell of blood alone roughly allowed me to understand what a race is.

I just made sure she moved her nose under the cloth like that to make sure......

"This is not a demon. of man… it is also the blood of more than one thing"

Sorgross decided so.

Next, the master asked me if I could tell from which area he smelled blood.

Of course, if it's his request, do whatever it takes to accomplish it.

Nevertheless, this time it was not that difficult.

"It is now from near where Lord Lucille rushed over"

Sorgross says so and sees Lucille's back entering between the trees.

Perhaps he also smelled blood by going near the scene.

Master who walks and follows Lucille like that.

And Solgloss, who will always follow from behind if he is going.

By the time the two of them caught up with Lucille, everything was already over.

"... what the hell, this"

Lucille shrugs.

Such a thing about him, the master had a shady smile somewhere.

As Sorgross said, it was clear that the smell of blood was coming from here.

Tons of blood adhering to trees and grass.

And there were two human bodies that would have contained that blood, lying on the ground.

The fruit falls zero from Lucille's arm.

"... Apollo... League"

The two corpses lying on the ground and looking at heaven with no lively eyes belonged to someone very familiar to Lucille.

Two people who are members of the same guild and have lived like family.

For Lucille's sister, Lucica, the loved ones who spared no effort in offering the guild's funds and effort.

Those two people were dying of a lot of blood from their bodies.

"Hey, why..."

Lucille loses her strength from all over her body and attaches her knees to the ground.

Apollo and the league's lived face floats all over my head.

Apollo was a carefree old man.

He was a liquor-loving, my-paced man, but he was always an inclusive man, like acting first about guild members.

Lucille without a parent has thought of him like a father many times.

The league was a sweet man.

Tough on manners and etiquette, Lucille was often scolded for neglecting such things, but I know it was thinking of Lucille.

Occasionally, it was a pain in the ass when talking about angelism, but he was just a guy who thought about everything around him, like if an Alliance member got hurt, he would use healing magic without thinking about consuming magic.

Lucille loved the two of them, although it was not in the words.

Such apollos and leagues are knocking down a body full of blood to the ground.

"Excuse me, please."

Solgros approaching us both, putting a no on Lucille.

He lets Apollo's eyes remain open and easily checks the condition of the body.

Apollo's body did not have the kind of scratches that were injured by a sharp blade.

Something was bruised like being beaten with strong force, all over his body.

Plus, I'm losing one arm.

When I looked at the surface of the wound, it felt more like it had been pulled apart than amputated.

"Uhm...... Does that mean he was attacked by an enemy with tremendous power? The enemy is probably the type to twist down with force without using tools such as weapons."

"Well, does that mean the demon did it...? You mean the demons killed the Apollos!?

"No, I don't care if the awkward yell at me"

Sorgross floats as Lucille glances in tears.

His killing spirit was quite something, but not enough to stiffen her.

But it is strange. The fact that Apollo's fallen place leaves too little trace of battle.

Apollo and the league are never weak adventurers.

Of course, it is inferior to Sorgros, a member of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla), but it wasn't really an irremediably weak man.

In fact, even when raided by the 'Shield of Pride (Plastic Shield)', which is at the top of the mid-level guild, it has defeated the opposite of survival.

That's them......

"(It's as if they [didn't even] kill me...)"

If we go behind this forest, some demons will certainly be able to do that.

But this lake is in a shallow part of the woods.

Could a demon living in a shallow place kill Apollo and the league without allowing any resistance?

"Damn......! I'll never forgive you! I'm not letting you get away with this...!

Sorgross thinks as he watches Lucille burning with anger and hatred.

Perhaps even finding out who killed Apollo and the others, even if he was attacked, would just be a payback.

As an exclusion because the league was a healing magic user, Apollo, who carries out melee fights, was only responsible for guild masters and had more strength than Lucille.

There can't be any element where Lucille can win, even though he's so much of an opponent that he gets killed too quickly.

Well, I'm not as gentle as I advise you, either, Solgloss.

"Phew...... Still, it's no wonder. Who killed the Apollos like this..."

"- Shall I tell you?

In the words of Sorgros, there was a voice to answer.

This muddled, physiologically unacceptable disgusting voice naturally did not belong to the master, nor to Lucille.

Sorgross' body stops when he tries to look back to see who it is.

No, I was stopped.

"That's how they killed him."

Sorgross' luxurious body sways with the sound of Zudo.

Where she feels uncomfortable - looking at her belly, moving only her eyes.

A horrible arm broke through the belly of Sorgros and a large amount of blood attached came into her sight.

And another disgusting laugh echoed.

"Ahhhhhh!!