Muimui-tan

- One...

For once, it meant dissolution, and only Fumikon and the team of adventurers, plus Micah, Kyou's old man and Sword Ahat, remained.

"Well, then, should we go through the 'Wall of the World' and head towards' Permafrost ', and then defeat the Demon King?

Exidion, you're putting your arms together and thinking.

"No, our job is to pave the way for that demon king."

Mr. Eela was answering that.

"Right. The Demon King Crusade will be the work of the brave men who are now working hard."

"Well, then, it doesn't make sense for us to take the quest."

Exidion, you seem dissatisfied.

"Come on, you should try to remember what Lan's husband said about the quest."

Kyou's old man is dressed, narrowing one eye and waving his finger. Um, me, what did I say?

"I see, Jiji, stop the outburst of the demonic king, huh? It's not a demon king's crusade, is it?"

Yeah, yeah, that's right, that's all I think about... That's a lie. Nothing, I wasn't thinking that far, I simply prioritized my desire to stop Fumikon.

"Hmm. That would be okay, wouldn't it? All right, when you're ready, we're off."

Exidion, Ella and Oola nod at your words.

"Hehe, Jijiji, I'll come with you"

"I'm going too."

Kyou's old man, Sword Ahat, joins the three rings of Axfever.

"Mr. Lan, Mr. Kyou, Mr. Sword Ahat, and the three of us - you know, a reproduction of when we fought the White Woman Demon Clan."

Mr. Oola grins with a bandit face.

"Oh, you sure do."

Laughs as Mr. Eela is caught by it.

"Yes, it is."

"Jiji, this is an interesting tour."

Oh, speaking of which, right. Fight the White Disaster, and also the pitch-black armor that will name the Demon King then - you're with the members then. But... yeah.

"Then let's immerse ourselves in the hot spring of recovery! All this time, the king came in and I didn't enjoy it."

Mohican looks at this one with a meaningful face. Stop it from creeps.

"Hey Tongari. We're in, too, join. Enjoy the recovery spa after it's all over."

"No, because, you know, those guys are the only ones thriving there. We don't need it, do we?

"Although it would be about you and the king who can use restorative magic. What are we gonna do if we don't go?"

"Heh, heh, I don't know what else to do"

Uh, well. Axfever faces are brain muscles, and yeah. Surprisingly, is this end-of-century Mohican the only healing wizard among us?

The footage that was being copied turns from the castle, home to the Demons, to the Joans. The castle and Joan's place are still arguably the opposite, either because they entered the 'permafrost' from the Shinto side.

Joan and the others make further strides through heavy snowstorms and arrive on the ice fields. See how it goes, and I'll consolidate my resolve.

"I'm sorry, but I can't act with everyone"

That's right.

"Oh, come on, king. Come here. There's no such thing."

Glucon is scratching that twitchy head with poly.

"I go to the support of the brave Joans. In my place, Micah there will follow me '

That's right, I want to help Joan and my friends Cecilia, the Shirone who paved the way for me, the Stella who helped me stay in my first inn, the lizard man Citri, the little hateful purple flame witch Sophia.

"Shit, then I don't have a choice. If you help the braves, they'll join us, won't they?

Skin-head glucons laugh niggly.

"Of course."

"Wow, if that's what you mean, samurai lady there, please"

Micah couldn't come about the story, alternating between me and Glucon's face.

"Sorry, everyone."

"I mean fine. When I saw you, I decided to believe we weren't all bad guys."

"That's right. We at Axfiever are on the side of people in need."

"You don't have to worry about me because I take care of old Fumikon, too."

"Gigiji, you're right"

Somehow, guys, they're good guys.

and a change appeared in the footage that was copied there.

One warcraft after another flies into the ice fields. Yes, one warcraft after the other comes down as if it was shot out by something. Is this...?

"Fumikon, what's this?

"You're going to run out of all the warcraft in your subdivision!

Fumikon was hitting his fist on the floor with regret. The face is full of bitterness. What's this all about?

One warcraft after another appeared, and the number was enough to cover all his sight. Hundreds? Thousands?

'Are you all right?

Doesn't matter what you think, does it? No matter how powerful the magic of a purple flame witch is, MP has a limit. No matter how many spare MP tanks you have, it shouldn't be infinite. Even Joan, even if he's good at protecting everyone, in this number...

"Hey, isn't that yummy?

"That's right. How many strong adventurers..."

"Huh? Huh?

What do we do, what do we do?

If I go help - No, how much will I change by myself? Okay, if we all go... but that's...

He looks up as if Fumikon has decided something, and he looks at me.

"King Lan, I wonder if this could happen. I've remodeled Captain Fat's ship."

Hmm?

"Once again, you've modified this demon ship so that it can float in the sky!

Hmm?

"Type 14, I want Captain Fat in a hurry. With this ship, we might make it."

"Don't order anything but the Master."

I see, go the sky, huh?

"Type 14, please."

Copy that, sir.

Type 14 disappears with that word.

"I see, this flying ship? So you're going to help the brave ones."

He was clapping his hands like Mr. Oola was convinced.

"I see. You mean clean it up from there."

Skin head glucons fist and fist pounding. But there Kyou's old man waits.

"No, I want you to wait. All the power is on your way."

"I see, Jijiji. The main castle is thin."

"Yes, it is."

"Jiji, Run, what are you going to do?

What do we do, what do we do?

Joan's place is bad. It was too far away for this ship to fly around the castle and then go to Joan and the others.

"I'm going to Joan's by myself"

Is this the only way?

"Run's husband, I need you to wait. The castle of the devil tribe, if it's from here, is still close. As soon as we're ready, we're going by road. Run's husband, on this ship, wants that kid's - No, he wants us to go to the rescue of the braves."

"Jijiji, that would be good"

"Well, do you want to split a few between the king and us?

"No, it doesn't extend to that. The Lord will have me."

Micah taps lightly on the sword's violin.

"Hey, samurai lady, you alone..."

"I want you to take care of it"

Micah sees Glucon with his remaining sharp eyes.

After a while, Glucon sighed loudly.

"You'll be fine."

"Uhm."

"So I say. King, let's split up second-hand. That way and us."

Ugh, um.

Somehow, the story went on on its own, and it was decided on its own.

Um, me and 14, Micah, Fat and Fumikon are on Joan's rescue team.

Is Glucon, Quattro, Eela, Oola, Exidion, and Kyou's grandma, Sword Ahat, the home raid team of the Demons?

Meet Joan on the fast track and head to the Demonic Castle on the Neusis where you can fly, huh?

All right, I'll do it.