Middle-aged Adventurer Kein’s Good Deed

Kaineville, capital of the Kingdom of Kane.

One blue tungtung head was about to accomplish his feat as many beasts and dwarves watched in the small city square he had just been able to do.

"... nine thousand, nine hundred, ninety nine, ten thousand!

Meteor hero (self-proclaimed) Abel.

After a whole day, I finally got 10,000 arms ups and downs, accomplished!

People gather step by step under Abel, who has been standing on his arms all along.

At the end of the day, it became a big crowd.

Everyone applauds Abel for what she accomplished.

"'Cause I'm gonna do something stupid already"

Though so poisonous, the bobble-haired bobshort female bandit Xara with a boyish feel will give her a drink of the recovery potion via a soothing abel.

A man who can take care of himself at all.

"'Cause I did this every day and he said that Princess Divine Speed's sword became S-rank..."

"That's not true. He's a strong man from the beginning."

Xara says, remembering Anastrea, the sword princess who rambles around.

I don't think I'm very much the same person.

"No, the basics are important. I wonder if there might be a secret to that divine speed in a place like this. You know, when you're doing this training, you're moving faster."

"What kind of training is that?"

"Anyway, I'll do it. Ten thousand squats next!

When Abel declares so, he gets wacky cheers from around him.

Everyone is starting to bet on how far this young man can do the hectic special training without even the Beasts being able to do it a thousand times.

"Don't do it anymore, if you're still a heck of a workout, you'll waste your expensive potion!

I just wish I didn't use the recovery potion, but Xala, who is somehow a thoughtful daughter, would use it if Abel was dying tired.

Watching two of those convex combinations bitterly as the magician Kurtz of Bottom Glasses laughs "Oh man".

It was the usual A-rank party, "The Meteor Chasers."

"Yay, oh my god!

There was such a noise breaking the peace.

"What's up!

The Abels soon become the faces of the adventurers when they see the beast man on the lookout rushing in with a change of blood phase.

"Some noisy people are attacking the city!

"Have you been attacking me?

Heather Waste is a secluded area.

Whatever the monster, I thought there was no way there was some kind of bandit attacking a place like this...

"It's true, what are these guys"

"Hey, I told you!

When Abel and the others went to see the sights (also only Yagura), they raised the smoke and saw a fully armed army coming this way.

There are many large carriages in the rear and at least a thousand soldiers in metal armor can be seen in the front.

It's a shitty piece of equipment, forming a formation.

Instead of being a burglar, it's an army.

"Abel, what are you going to do?

Xara is calm.

Experience has made me accustomed to things like this.

"If we solve the crisis in this city, we can pay Mr. Kane back as soon as possible."

Abel thinks it was worth it to come all the way here.

Abel pulled out a meteor sword and showed her intent that if there were a thousand soldiers or so, I would deal with them alone.

But besides, the sorcerer Kurtz waits.

"Leader, I'm sorry about the buzz, but that's the Flamberge Mercenaries. I don't care how much we're dealing with."

With far-sighted magic, Kurtz checked the enemy's flags and gear.

It is called by its name because many swordsmen use long swords flamberges that are rippled.

It is the subject of fear on the battlefield because when cut with a special blade of flamberge, it is caused by the pain that can be burned.

It boasted unparalleled strength in interpersonal fights and was a mercenary regiment where all the elites competing for one or two even on the continent gathered.

"When it comes to the Flamberge Mercenaries, is Brown with one eye at the head of the regiment?"

He is not ranked Adventurer because he is a Mercenary, but he has Brown Turk, a one-eyed famous swordsman who is rumored to have approaching S-rank.

Abel was the one who wanted to fight once.

"Abel, don't think of anything stupid. There's no way we can fight a professional mercenary regiment properly."

"That's right. Regardless of the individual battle, there is no winning in the mass battle"

"If I defeat the leader of the enemy..."

"Yikes!"

As soon as Abel almost said that, Byrne! And there was a loud noise, and the sight leaned.

"Hey, what!

A giant rock struck and knocked down a pillar of sight.

"It's a stone thrower! You can't even deal with those things! Anyway, let's run to the dungeon. It's safe over there!

The enemy took it up to the catapult as if it were a siege.

From behind the fleeing Abels also fly up to the spear shot out with a large crossbow gun (barista) with a boom and a terrible roar.

When they used siege weapons or something, there was no such thing as a small city, but there was a dungeon in Cainville where the remnants of the Demon King's Army lived.

The residents of the city were all evacuated to the dungeon.

"Hey, what are you gonna do with a meteor hero!

Ask Abel, Dwarf's representative, that Droppen has been running into.

It's where they would have to defend the city if they were to, but now the Beast soldiers who defend the city pay to train and there are only mostly non-combatants.

I've never dealt with an army before, so I wanted to hear from Abel, who seems to have a lot of combat experience.

"Leave it to me, I'll make sure I open the bloodline!

On that kind of abel, the sorcerer Kurtz puts a scratch on it because all this time it won't go out of style.

"The opponent even has a siege weapon! It's reckless to fight a mercenary regiment opponent properly. Yes, let's block the entrance to the dungeon. Mr. Dwarves can dig other exits, right?

As the droppen tries to respond, Dawn! And there was a fierce noise, and the sand dust (shudder) fell from the ceiling in pieces.

The opponent is hitting a big rock with a catapult.

If we keep this up, the entrance is going to be crushed either way.

From the outside, I hear mercenaries.

"Hey, the battle's already attached. Run, don't hide, just surrender!

"Oh my God! Don't lick the meteor hero Abel!

Abel rides the provocation and jumps out with his name up.

However, both Xara and Kurtz follow.

"He said he was a meteor hero. Is that A-rank?

One eyed brown, who was letting him attack the entrance to the dungeon with a stone thrower, stepped down his hand and stopped the attack and stepped forward.

Before a mercenary regiment with a thousand men, Abel also appeared bold and invincible.

"That's right. You're the one-eyed brown. It's an honor to know the name of an amazing mercenary."

"Career patterns, promising swordsmen, remember."

As Brown's name suggests, he had short brown hair and a black eyelid on his right eye.

He is a forty tangled and sinister man whose nihil grin suits him well.

"Why would a prestigious group of Flamberge mercenaries attack such a small city"

"It's common for mercenaries to imitate every burglar."

True, but there's no way there's a burglar who even used a siege weapon.

"If you want to plunder, take the city stuff!

Droppen screams from behind that it can't be exchanged for life.

"That's not how it works. They told me to destroy the city completely."

"They're telling me. So, who asked you?

To Abel like that, Brown laughs teasingly.

"Whoa, this guy's mouth slipped. If they found out about the secret mission, I'd have to kill them, but not if they're going to be one of us. You guys would be welcome in our mercenary regiment."

I'm deliberately asking Abel out of my mind.

The skilled mercenary commander is much more cunning than he looks.

"There seems to be something going on over there, but I have a brother-in-law over here."

Abel poked at the meteor sword he had already pulled out.

"Well, that's a shame. Then let's talk to each other like swordsmen."

In response, Brown shines a sparkling blade of flamberge reminiscent of the swinging flame.

It was Abel who moved first.

"In the name of a meteor hero, I defend this city!

Meteor swords are gaining sharpness under the care of the world's best celebrity Vulcan.

But the brown with one eye was also a sawdust.

Skillfully kill Abel's impetus, which he hits so hard, with a snake-like blade.

"I'll do it even though I'm young. It doesn't look like it's just a sword."

Even with Brown's skilled sword moves, he couldn't completely kill off the momentum and the Flamberge blade was slightly damaged.

That's a meteor sword.

Though it was this one and the other (purposeful), Brown swung down his sword at the same time as flushing Abel's punch.

Abel has already wielded her sword.

It was a blow to the right side of the body that seemed defenseless.

"Let it!

"Faster!

Thanks to a 10,000 repetitive arm ambush earlier, Abel's arm was pulling back the sword faster than he thought.

After making a big backjump and taking a distance, Brown waves his sword in a big swing again, but all of its sharp slaughter is also channelled to Abel.

Abel's meteor sword is shorter, but only a small turn for that matter.

As he wields away his teasing brown long sword, he strikes in sharply at an even faster speed.

Brown, waving a sword of great magnitude, has not been able to react to its speed.

I thought this would take a blow.

"Kuh!"

Abel's face is distressed.

"Ha ha, I didn't say one hit!

At the perfect time, the mercenaries who were holding back unleashed crossbow arrows.

One of them hit Abel's shoulder tip.

Of course, I didn't shoot him by accident, it was an attack that was set in motion from the beginning.

Knights and well-known adventurers who are provocative tend to get caught up in this hand that makes them look like a one-horse hit.

"Wind, blow the arrows!

One cross-bow arrow after another flies, but the sorcerer Kurtz rushes to distract the enemy's unleashed arrows with wind magic.

"You cowards!

The knife thrown by Xala is also easily bounced in an attempt to protect Abel, who tries to back off.

To that extent, a Brown sword with one eye is unstoppable.

"I'm sorry, miss, but mercenaries are no good!

Brown laughs niggardly convinced of the victory as he waves his long sword up to give Abel a dozen that will be fatally wounded, toward a completely disfigured Abel.

The job he was given was the annihilation (at best) of a new city that could have been made Heather Waste Land.

When the A-rank Adventurer Party came out, it was made a little hysterical, but this would be convenient.

If the strongest swordsman is defeated, the enemy's morale can be crushed there.

All you have to do is not miss this opportunity and kill them all.

As much as I would have appreciated this one more than Dwarf getting into the dungeon.

Mercenaries are cowardly. Okay, it was Brown who screamed and tried to wave down his special sword, but his body suddenly stiffened.

Shortly afterwards, a mercenary group screams from around.

"Abel!

"Become"

Remaining stiff, Brown is stunned.

The thick flamberge blade that was shaking up was easily broken by a sword wielded by a dark-haired man who had suddenly interrupted.

What is this? That shining sword is poked at Brown's throat before you put it into words.

"Please, surrender."

Don't be silly, Brown thought.

The victory was present.

Besides, the move of a man with a sword in his hand at Brown was almost amateur.

The stiffness of the body is already about to be solved in a moment.

There is no way that a skilled mercenary, one eyed Brown weapon, is the only one in Flamberge.

It would be faster for this amateur swordsman to poke a man in the chest with a dagger he is letting him sneak up on his hips than to scratch Brown's throat.

But the voices I heard from around me changed Brown's mind.

"It's Anastrea, the sword princess of Divine Speed. Drop your weapons if you don't want to die!

Did you say "sword princess" now?

Continue to raise the pitiful screams of your allies.

"Help me!

"Ko, don't kill me!

I can only think of one possibility that a hundred war-torn Flamberge mercenary regiment would scream like that.

One of the mercenary's insanities is not to defy the sword princess alone.

"Here, surrender"

I didn't hear the sword princess come out... but Brown had no choice but to drop the broken sword and raise his hands.

If they're really sword princesses, it's as strange to be alive right now.

I can't even afford to turn my neck and see what it looks like.

There is no life unless you surrender immediately.

He didn't even look at Brown, who crouched slowly as he was, and the man in front of him started caring for Abel, who was injured.

"That's Mr. Kane! Is his move intimidating now? It felt like a bin to me too!

"Abel, that's not what you're saying, you're hurt. We need to treat it immediately..."

Though he has already surrendered, he is bold enough to take away the herb in front of an enemy mercenary regiment and begin healing his injuries at ease.

Brown was curious to see if this was the target of a man named Kane, the Lord of this city.