Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

Dark underground.

There was a figure of her in that prison where she heard nothing but the sound of droplets falling.

She is worn an iron collar, from which the chain of iron leads to the wall.

It is also chained to the hands and feet and cannot move the body satisfactorily.

It was about a week after she was captured.

The only people she deals with are guards who come to feed twice a day and water wizards who show up every two days to wash their bodies.

Of course there is no conversation.

They just give me bread and soup and let me bathe in silence.

The human spirit is very brittle.

It would normally break if you were treated like that in this prison with no hope whatsoever.

But she had something she was determined to do.

That supports her at the critical point.

She was still only thinking about it today.

That may not come true, but she understands that if it were to come true, it would be time for her to be executed.

So until then, I decided not to die, not to die.

She didn't commit any particular sin.

I did try to beat him up.

But the face of a certain person came to mind and drew his fist.

But luckily the guards saw the scene and she was caught.

Already in the public, she is treated as a criminal who beat people up.

This is nothing more than because the mother of a family member who was about to be beaten gave a lie testimony to save her child.

It was an action from fear that if the same thing happened again.

And more importantly, no one in this king's capital Celtic knows she's incompetent would be one of its causes.

How does everyone know?

That is because the brave man said so.

She was taken by the brave and even came to Celtic, one of the five great nations.

She finally didn't know why the brave man had brought her all the way to Celtic.

But that's not what matters to her.

She was taken.

Literally everything.

And he became incompetent.

But even that didn't matter anymore to her.

Because I regretted what I did more than that.

For the first time in her life, she understood.

the childishness of your deeds.

the outrage of your deeds.

the spiciness of your deeds.

the stupidity of your deeds.

the incompetence of your own deeds.

It could be dead.

But he could be alive.

If he's alive, he might pass it on.

I repeated that idea many times.

Even if I die, I'm sure I'll go to hell.

Because if he's dead, I'm sure he won't see Lord in heaven.

So she speaks of it again today.

I don't know if it will arrive, but just don't forget that word even if it dies.

"Lord... I'm sorry..."

Whoa, whoa.

There were successive kings of all nations gathered in Olympus.

Along with that, the army to escort and the highly-ranked adventurers continue to arrive in Olympus.

The town of Olympus was surrounded by robust and huge walls, and only four gates could enter it.

Strict vigilance is laid there and only those with special permits are allowed into the town.

Moreover, even kings of nations are examined in every corner of the body, and the art of disabling magic allows them to finally enter the town after ascertaining whether they are hypnotized by transformational magic or masterful magic.

For this reason, the armies of countries that cannot enter outside the town are lined up in a narrow line.

There were also countries appearing inside that would cause skirmishes, but that was the usual thing in this Olympus meeting.

It's kind of like a festival, kind of poetic.

Strict vigilance continues even when you go inside. Within the town of Olympus there was also a compartment partitioned by walls, and that compartment, where the castle was located, was strewn with a surgical ceremony to seal the magic of transition.

We also have to undergo rigorous testing again to get in there, and those who do are even more limited.

After many checks, the kings and their escorts enter the Olympus Castle, which boasts the largest in the continent of Valhalla.

And in a room with its Olympus Castle, ten of the strongest men in this world were gathered.

They have no sequence. Each was the strongest for each.

Only one is brave and that's what they call it.

Because I need that name. There is no other reason.

And it wasn't them or the people who live in the world that made up the brave men of today.

As Byrne told Lord, the world wasn't just beautiful.

But of course he has all that power.

So Byrne was glad to hear that.

In Roy, even as he noticed the evil that even seemed thin.

"How many years? What brings these men together?"

When ten people sat five at a time across the long desk, and were tired of silence, a man with an instant giant body opened his mouth among them.

His name is Olgren.

He is the chief executive in the Adventurer Alliance, commonly known as the Grand Master.

Beyond the age of fifty, because of their dependable appearance and gentle character, they were known and familiarized by the adventurers and the people as "fathers".

"Dad, I'm sleepy. - Can I come back to your room?

Just kidding. That's what I answered. His name is Dee.

He is a good young man at first glance, with his dark hair stretched to his shoulders tied behind him and a very neat face.

But he likes women more than anything else in the world, and his nickname is "The Most Powerful Feminine."

He is a sinful man who knows not a few floats he shed, and not a few tears he made him shed.

"Don't freak me out when you tell me you're a father... I just don't want to do my daughter to you"

"Shit. See you... Me, all the way, huh?

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu pervert. Stab a woman to death."

"Hey...... stop because it's possible?

Brown hair with spicy words on Dee. He is Zuid.

Dee and I are friends of childhood and old knowledge.

He had a bad mouth but was thick on the humans and was famous for saving people in trouble even though he was voyeuristic.

But when it comes to me, it stinks as soon as possible, and I become a complete waste human being.

Because of his character and the magic he uses, his nickname is "Apathetic Hero."

"Old man of Olgren, you should say the agenda early. Otherwise it won't be over. These two idiots."

"Byrne? I wonder what you're talking about?

"Byrne, I'm so sorry... for this mortal lust and me together."

Because of this, both of these two are close to Byrne, and they are still friends who regularly sip alcohol.

Sometimes they were all the same age as 25, but somehow the three of them felt right.

"You're right about Byrne. Then hurry up...... Hey, wake up, Vivian!

"Cancer!?

A skinny woman stood up in a panic as she slammed against her desk and burst asleep.

Eyes hung with glasses are half open, from mouth to ear. Who is sticking?

And those ears were thin and long stretched.

She is the strongest wizard of the elves, drawing royal blood muscles.

"I'm awake. I am! I'm awake! Damn... I'm awake. I am!

"All right, all right... just stand there."

That's what Olgren tells me, and she swells her mouth and arms together as she stands.

But at the next moment her eyelids were dropping again, and she was beginning to groan.

There's no point in Olgren holding his head when he just said it was futile.

Vivian sleeps everywhere.

Whether you take a bath or a meal, it didn't matter if it was in battle.

That's how she has spent most of the 22 years of her life.

Hence the nickname "Sleeping Princess".

"It sounds like fun, but can you make it quick? It's a waste of time."

"Ma, say that... you can't have a boyfriend like that, Luca."

"Ugh, let it... it is! Leave me alone, please! Or feel free not to call me by my nickname!

Dee told me what I cared about, and I got furious about it, her name was Luccalluca.

Twenty years old. She's a pretty white girl with short, watery hair, but she's actually very bloody.

The man, attracted by her looks because of it, leaves knowing her nature.

Now I managed to use reverence, but when I run out of bees altogether, it becomes a horrible language far from what it looks like.

The nickname given to her like that is "The Fury Fairy."

Because that's just what they call it. It's pretty.

"Hey... I don't give a shit. If we keep talking, I'm going home, motherfucker."

"I'll talk to you now, so calm down. And put your feet down from your desk."

Spit out evil. His name is Dragnis.

Thirty years old. Dressed in red hair, he is unwilling to suppress the burning passion from the beginning "Ha" unlike Luca.

Those who can dispute that word and deed backed by strength will be about them with the same power in this room.

He is a lonely man who is unfamiliar with no one and distances himself from anyone, but his appearance, even seeking strength, was pure in itself.

He was fighting for himself, but there were so many people who were helped as a result, and he's actually surprisingly popular because he doesn't want anything in return.

He was called by the people, with respect and awe, "the king of the scales.

"Shit... I came all the way here, so don't waste my time. Shit."

"... didn't he say" shit "twice now? Yes!"

"Kill......!

"No Dee, no Dragnis!

"If Mr. Dee shuts up, it will be resolved. So please die."

"I'm still joking eg...... haha......"

"Oh, it's true."

She smiles and spits poison. Beatrice.

Twenty-four. It was the admiration of the men of the world to be a worldly beauty with beautiful dark hair stretched up to her waist and exposing her busty breasts to their limits.

But it's only about its appearance, and even Dee doesn't get her hands on the evidence.

Beautiful voice, beautiful words, and its fierce venom, which is thrown out of its beautiful face, relentlessly determines the hearts of the men.

Therefore she was called "Goddess of Hell."

"Ha ha! Dee shut up. Shut up! I don't know!"

He laughs with his belly when he sees Dee quieter thanks to Beatrice. He is Volksfang.

Olgren and I have known each other for a long time and are close in age.

In the small dwarf he is 170 cm tall and his appearance with his splendid mustache accumulated is very strong.

But in fact, he is a lump of adoration, and because of his casual and obvious character, he is highly popular with anyone who can be quickly broken down.

He is the man known as Dwarf's strongest, and his weapon is the Axe of a Strike Special, which is rolled out of his suspicious arms.

It would be about Byrne to be able to meet him decently in a head-on battle without a small worker.

Very righteous, and it was only when he protected someone that he did his utmost.

He is also called the "Guardian of Obliteration" because the enemies he strikes out become dust, and he likes it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Volksfang! Don't slip salt in my wound!

"Ha ha! I'm just chasing a woman's ass! Sometimes you just have to get busted in the ass!

"Stupid...... I'm leaving"

"Oh... I wish they'd all shut up"

"Ah, now... everyone be quiet..."

"Hey, guys. It's time to be serious."

The air in the room changes momentarily.

Everyone was staring at him.

But he takes that gaze flat.

"Let's get started. SSS Rank Meeting."

That's what I said, Roy laughed.