Monster no Goshujin-sama

Twenty.

The next day a mysterious figure told me about the Macrolin Borderline Uncle pointing a false brave crusade soldier at Mashima.

Breaking up with Mr. Gordon, who had been in action for nearly two months, I headed for the Macrolin Borderline Uncle Territory.

The sooner you can put it together, the better, even if it had begun.

For that matter, I moved my legs even if I couldn't.

The mining city of Nuruyas is home to Borderland Uncle.

I broke the journey, which usually takes about a month and a half, in a week.

The arrival of Nurujas was a huge city built at the foot of the mountain.

In the centre sits an ancient fortress called Fort Nurujas.

Serratta and the like, but this place also said that there were times when it was originally at the forefront of the Tree Sea offensive.

Nowadays, it was known as one of the greatest cities in the empire, able to mine quality demonic stones from the nearby mountains.

As is often the case in this world, the city was protected by sturdy walls.

The walls stretched many times with the expansion of the city were particularly heavy, even from what I had seen before, so much so that I felt oppressed watching them still.

I guess the corps will come and go, and I set foot in Nurujas through the meagre gates.

The visit to Uncle Borderline came true immediately.

I guess it was big that Mr. Gordon was writing me a letter of introduction in the name of the Cathedral Knights.

It was something that had been given to me that would be needed more than rumours of fake bravery were spreading.

Guided by a man working for Uncle Borderline, I turned to Fort Nurujas.

One unexpected thing was that the expedition had not yet arrived in Nurujas.

"If you were on the expedition, we'd like to talk to you about staying in a town just outside Nurujas."

The man who guided me spoke kindly to me.

"Anything, in the towns you stopped by, you said you were going on a monster crusade"

"Oh. So you're arriving later than planned"

I had also just entered the Macrolin Borderline Uncle Territory and had heard about the Expedition's monster crusade.

They're steadily delivering results.

After proper preparation, I guess I've decided on a crusade operation.

Kuriyama, who is an adjunct, is no stranger to that, and his leader is solid.

Kazu-kun and I wouldn't have done that if you had thought and acted a little more.

"What's wrong, Mr. Iino?"

He had an idea on his face.

They made me look suspicious.

"No. Nothing"

You can't possibly tell me the truth about the fake brave man who is lying down.

"Still, it's a big city. I've never seen a city this big since I came to this world."

Waving a proper public discourse, Uncle Borderline's men looked proud.

"It's all thanks to the Lord."

"If you like, could you talk to me about Uncle Neighborhood?"

When I asked him to, he told me gladly.

It seems that the present Macrolin Borderline Uncle, Grantley-Macrolin, is known as an excellent lord who firmly manages the rich Borderline Uncle.

In particular, they say they are achieving results in the water treatment project on the Araria River, located west of the territory.

He also said that he was investing in monster crusades, sometimes ordering the leadership to help another aristocratic territory in need.

Grand aristocracy contributing to the stabilization of the southern part of the empire.

That's the reputation in the realm.

I had the opportunity to reach out to the voices of the inhabitants even before I got here, but, more or less, it was a favorable one.

"You're a good lord."

"Exactly. Lord is our pride"

... even such a person can go wrong.

I kept that feeling in my mind alone.

I can't help it.

Besides, I came here to correct that mistake.

This is what I heard on the road, but it seems true that Uncle Borderline sent out an army of false brave crusades.

Although it was not the name of Mashima that came out, the credibility of the story I heard from the mysterious man increased.

As I followed the back of the guide man, I strained my mind again.

"Welcome, come"

I was in the reception room, facing the Grantley-McCrowlin border uncle.

He was a hegemonic old man.

Straightened hair and straightened beard.

The spine was tight and the slender body was vibrant to the fingertips.

I guess the shirts and trousers wrapped around me are not embarrassing as nobles with vast territories, but there were no gorgeous decorations and they were good ones with no dislikes.

"Come on in, please."

Recommended with a deep voice, I bowed down to the couch.

First we exchange first-person greetings and apologize for the sudden visit.

In the meantime, the service prepared the tea and left.

I'm ready for a conversation.

"Well, what are you looking for today?"

A face engraved with the years wrinkled was pointed at this one.

I clenched my fist on my lap.

Come on, it's from here.

With strength in my stomach, I opened my mouth.

"Macrolin Borderline Uncle. I have spoken to you about the false brave crusaders you turned to."

I cut into the stand-alone.

"A certain figure told me that Uncle Neighborhood had sent troops to crusade Takahiro Mashima."

No minor change should be missed.

Are you a good exchanger as rumored, or a bad guy with one thing in his belly?

Find out where it is.

"Is this a fact?

"Takahiro Mashima's name shouldn't be flowing in the alley...... no. I don't want to hear more about you."

Uncle Borderline nodded quietly.

"Yes, I did send troops to Akel to crusade Takahiro Mashima, a false brave man. legions of justice. as an arrow to destroy evil."

It was a calm waist.

From the look and tone, I can't feel anything obnoxious.

"Even Akel on purpose, is it?

"Master Iino. As a gateway to the ancient aristocracy, I have a duty to the peace of the world."

I tried stepping in, but there's still no sway.

"The lives of people in this world are like canoes in constant waves of shaking. Surely Akel is far away, in the first place, not imperial territory. But you can't sit down with other countries more than there are people living there."

From the words spoken, the will was felt as strong as iron.

It's not like I can just say it on the tip of my mouth.

There, over the years, was included what became the nucleus of one old man.

I felt so relieved to stroke my chest down.

At the same time, I felt bitterness.

"Evil in this world must be destroyed. Isn't that right?

"... Yep. I think that's a great thing."

I told him with a feeling that I was about to be crushed in the chest.

"But it's not about Mashima."

"No, is it?

My chest hurts when he asks me suspiciously.

This man is right.

But I made a mistake.

The situation was similar when I went after Mashima.

That's why I didn't want you to make any more mistakes.

"Takahiro Mashima is not a phony brave man. I didn't even do anything wrong. He came to this world with us. He's one of the transferees."

I spinned my words diligently.

Half of it was for Mashima, but the other half was thinking of the man in front of me.

"... Oh my God. No way."

"I can't even be surprised. But it's true."

Crushing Uncle Borderline, he embarked on himself.

Borderline uncle is not a bad man.

On the contrary, he is a person equipped with a sense of mercy and responsibility to others and a heart that hates evil.

In a nutshell, I was sympathetic to Uncle Borderline.

"So there's no need to argue. We must not make wasteful sacrifices."

"... I see. I understand your story."

Uncle Borderline nodded to me.

It was a rational attitude.

Blamed for his behavior, he doesn't even seem to be the angry type.

One more concern cleared up and I'm relieved.

If this is the case, persuasion is easy.

"You can leave the soldiers."

Uncle Borderline turned a quiet gaze at me for confirmation.

As always, with a calm waist...

"I can't do that."

- What was spoken was a word of rejection.

"... Huh?

I froze.

I didn't understand what they asked me.

"Yes, now, I don't know...?

"You can't leave a soldier," he said.

When I asked back, I didn't change the words I would return.

"Why!?

I leaned back unexpectedly.

I didn't know why I wouldn't stop fighting here.

"Mashima didn't do anything wrong! And yet why..."

"I heard a man named Takahiro Mashima is with a monster."

Uncle Neighbourhood said to tell him quietly.

"Isn't that enough reason?"

I was taken aback.

That's not the reason.

"Yes... I don't know what that means"

"Don't you see"

Uncle Borderline rubbed around his eyebrows.

It was like being lost on how to explain the obvious facts.

Slightly, Uncle Borderline opened his mouth.

"May I, Lord Iino? Monsters are evil itself that threatens a person's world. That's the only evil thing that exists with that."

"That's just it...?

"Yeah. It can't be arguable."

It was a lame statement.

At least it seemed that way to me.

A bad person is a person who has done something wrong.

It should be.

But that is not the opinion of Uncle Borderline.

The extreme story, 'I don't care if you're committing evil or not,' said Uncle Borderline.

It's a mess.

It just seems like some sort of argument.

Yet, the borderline uncle was grand.

There were no shakes or shards.

He was sincerely saying.

To the point of nausea, the attitude was filled with goodwill and righteousness.

Because I felt so, I was finally aware of the different facts.

"Evil must be destroyed. It is the 'legions of righteousness' for which I have turned. They will always destroy the evils of this world."

Borderline uncle is never the owner of an evil personality.

I follow my good sense, honor justice, and hate evil.

That's no different from me there.

However, there was a deviation in its values.

There was a difference, to the point of lethality, in what makes it evil.

There was no way to convince me of this.

"So... but I'm pretty sure that Mashima came to the land with us."

The only thing I could say at the end was the fact that we were brave.

This fact alone is unshakable.

I knew with a sense of reality how great it was for the inhabitants of this world.

So this was the last fort.

"And you say that Mashima is evil?"

"Absolutely."

I was lightly returned, and I was utterly stunned.

"Become... what..."

"Takahiro Mashima may indeed be a metastatic. But that doesn't mean he's not a fake brave man."

Uncle Borderline affirmed.

Its strength, to me, was too puzzling.

"Duh, why? Mashima, indeed..."

"It's not such a difficult story. There were many exceptions to this coming of the brave. More than a hundred brave men not only visited Fort Ebenus, but the number that descended was even greater and exceeded a thousand? In itself, it's really great. But because it was unprecedented in scale, it also caused distortion."

"Distortion......?

"I am in a position of being a borderline uncle. Because of that responsibility, I needed to get all kinds of information. Fortresses on the front line, nobles everywhere, and also from the Cathedral Knights. That's why I always thought it was weird."

The man's eyes sharpened like a blade.

"There can be no such thing as the glory of a brave man."

That's the same word as Mr. Elener.

"That's why it's weird - the metaphysician's insinuation that he was the mastermind of Fort Chile, as well as the 'King of the Demon Army' bounce that joined it. If you're a savior brave man, it's impossible."

"Ah..."

Something flashing ran through my spine.

Yes, it is.

Ms Elener told me that for one case of false bravery, I would lay low the truth on the grounds that it would scratch the brave man's prestige.

But from that point of view, the attack on Fort Chile is more serious than ever.

Anyway, it wasn't negligence, it was intentional.

Regardless, about this one, the facts are down.

I don't know if I can lay low, but at least, as things stand.

By now, at the Cathedral Church, I might even be hitting something with my hands.

But, nevertheless, as far as the Macrolin border uncle is concerned, it's not a story.

In the first place, it was he who protected the soldiers of Fort Chile.

It couldn't have been hidden out.

"Among the transferees are such evil ones. But there's no way a brave man would do that. Then the conclusion would be one. It's all about the fake who got into the brave. Otherwise, there's no explanation. This is why Takahiro Mashima manipulates the evil technique of leading a monster."

The very fact of being a metastatic cannot be a material to persuade the borderline uncle.

We're out of hitters.

"It was also, in a sense, convenient for Akel that the fake brave man fled"

I, who empty my thoughts, could only hear the words that went on.

"Whatever, that land is full of unclean beings. With immense evil you will be able to sweep away everything"

The tone of blessing something felt ominous to me now itself.

"An unclean being... sweep everything away?

Blood draws away from my face.

An old man who was supposed to be empathetic until just now looked like something unobtrusive.

"Hey, what are you gonna do?"

The old man was calm and inclusive to me when I asked him - so he had a terrible grin.