Munou To Yobareta Ore, Yottsu No Chikara Wo Eru

Levi shows me the information magazine he was reading, and he puts his finger on the little article.

The letter "incompetence" was clearly written there.

"This is an article... about a week ago." An incompetent girl in the king's capital, Celtic, is a violent case! A despicable crime aimed at a happy family! ……? It's possible I couldn't contain my hatred, but I can't tell until I've tried all this. I wish I could ask what that person was like... "

"You were right to buy the old one just in case. I know you can talk to the people in town, but if they've already caught you... it's tough."

"Prove that the person is not incompetent and you may be spared only extreme sentences......"

That was quite difficult.

Firstly, meeting the person is the biggest difficulty and the question is what to do with it.

Also, if we try to help someone who stands out and is called incompetent, we will undoubtedly become famous in a bad way.

That would mean breaking Mr. Byrne's promise to "avoid conspicuous behavior."

"What the hell can I do..."

"Anyway, let's go Celtic. You won't have a problem enough to talk to the people in town, and if you go, you might see some kind of breakthrough."

"Right...... get ready then"

"Oh... I'm leaving first thing tomorrow morning"

We started getting ready right away, and when it was over, we lay down in bed.

Whoa, whoa.

The same day Celtic - -

Meals are carried as usual and placed in prison.

She never saw it. She just leaned down.

Until this point, it's the same as usual.

But there was a way ahead today.

"An incompetent girl."

Her body trembles in a freak.

You must have been surprised by the voice of someone you haven't heard in a long time.

When she raised her fearful face, the chains that connected her from her neck were rubbing and making an unpleasant noise sound like a dark prison.

"Unlike Armenia, we don't imitate things like suffering for a long time. Five days from now."

That's all she perceived. She closed her eyes and smiled to appease.

"... why laugh"

He was only going to tell them about the execution day and leave.

But I accidentally asked that look too far from what I expected.

She looks at the man with a smile and answers quietly with a plundered voice.

"I'm relieved... that now... I'll die before I die"

He didn't know what the word meant.

The words to return didn't come to mind, he leaves the spot behind silently.

He had a power.

And that power, which has captured numerous criminals, says she's not a bad person.

"Because I'm incompetent... fulfill it..."

Celtic Knights captain Eddie walked just a little faster than usual to dispel unspeakable emotions.

Whoa, whoa.

Celtic

It is one of the five great nations, a great power located south of the continent of Valhalla.

There are many monsters due to their proximity to the Dragon and Demonic continents, as well as the number of adventurers who flow in search of a request.

There were also other reasons for the large number of adventurers gathering.

Among adventurers, there is the adage that "what has been named Celtic will be made," and the fact is that many high-ranking adventurers have been named Celtic.

While the number of monsters increases, high ranking requests are received every day, so only the strong who can do it remain, and the weak and the nature lose their lives while asking to leave.

As a result, the quality of the adventurer improves, in which those who constantly make requests become highly-ranked adventurers.

Against that background, strength was weighed above all else in this country, and the remarks of good adventurers were comparable to those of nobility, royalty, etc.

King Celtic also understands it, saying that "Celtic cannot live unless he is strong".

Surprisingly, he himself was an active adventurer after fifty, and was up to the SS rank adventurer.

This was grasped with strength, not cone or power, and the fact is that King Celtic is named as an adventurer who also contends for one or two in the king's capital.

Of course, the government officials in the country had their heads on that, and they wanted to manage to make it stop, but the king had no ears to listen to.

It is surprising because, even at the recent Olympus talks, we were waiting for the raid of Titanomachia with our eyes gleaming.

Such a Celtic king was loved by all his people and revered as the most powerful king in the world.

Heavy on chivalry, honest, bright and cheerful.

The speech that comes from its strength is persuasive, and it is a great king that everyone acknowledges.

But he had a secret like that.

And it was about to be no longer a secret.

Whoa, whoa.

"Gee ho ho... uh... this is..."

In the woods about 20 km from Celtic.

The man sat on the carcass of a giant demon and took what came out of his own mouth with his palm.

I tremble on my own, his hands stained with bright red blood, and the smell coming out of his nose smells terribly iron.

Nothing. It wasn't blood spitting from the damage of the fight.

No, it would have been better from him.

"Oh man... while I... guh! What a pitiful flesh..."

Now the rank of that demon he managed to crusade is estimated a. He was a former opponent he could defeat without struggling.

But the demons who erode him will not forgive it any longer.

He has been suffering from a certain illness for several years.

A strange condition in which severe pain strikes your body every time you use magic.

It was a terrible disease where a sudden cell anomaly made the body intolerable to its own magic.

If you can't do it and use magic, you will cut your own life enough to use it, and eventually you will die with your own magic.

In this world where magic is worth life, the name of the disease that can be described as the worst is "Magic Disease."

It is a so-called "so-called" incurable disease with no cure.

Realizing the matter from his own symptoms, he decided not to tell anyone about it and to behave as before.

Because he is king.

Orlando-Gadric-Celt was destined to keep fighting.

As a man, as an adventurer and, above all, as king of Celts, I guess the thought made it so that no one should lose.

Even if it was incurable.

With that strong belief, he kept fighting under cover of his illness.

Of course, I did a lot of research on my own to cure the disease, but it was written like this in almost every book.

"Once it takes, there is no cure. Even without magic, there is no way to resist the magic that is generated on its own.

Still, he believed in himself and survived every day at all costs.

But the body gradually erodes.

He pushed and killed the severe pain with a steel soul and swallowed the blood many times.

If you can't beat a disease or something, if you don't show yourself weak to the Celtic people, let them screw everything down.

But it was also at its earliest limit.

"Damn... has the communications demon stone broken? Ugh... Ha! Ha... ha... I managed... to get to town..."

I realized that, and I already wrote everything after I died in a will I had hidden in my room.

Besides, I had left much of the events and ceremonies in the past few years since I became ill to my own son, and thanks to that I had also reached a certain level of popularity and visibility from the public.

His son also grew up to be a brilliant and honest person, as well as an adventurer as he was. It is now up to S-rank.

Perhaps the people of Celtic would also recognize him as a new king if he were his son.

"Ha... if the funeral doesn't have a body... the ceremony won't be tight... we have to go back..."

He was going to retire his adventurer for the last time with this request.

And he also withdrew from the throne, and intended to give that seat to his son.

But it was his last selfishness that he really wanted to fight again.

"Stronger if you say greed... no, this is fate too... come on, the last triumph and...!?

At that time the body reacts naturally, avoiding attacks from the rear.

Rolling straight down the ground and looking back with one knee on his back, there was a mighty enemy waiting for him just as he had hoped.

"God...... thank you......!

The mightiest king smiled with joy.

Whoa, whoa.

"Mmm... it's morning..."

Waking up in the car whimsically shaking, looking to the side, Levi sleeps feeling good.

After staring at the sleeping face for a moment, I headed to the cockpit of the carriage.

The fifth day since I left the capital, Nibelg.

We had already entered Celtic territory and arrived in Celtic, the king's capital, shortly.

It usually takes a little longer, but thanks to my new buddies, I think I'll be able to get there pretty soon.

"I'm sorry, Epoli. Thanks to you, I had a good rest."

"I say that every time, but don't worry about it. Me, I dreamed of driving my own carriage. 'Cause that's how it works."

Whoa, whoa.

Epoli Holy Rider's Cage Hand

God created and holy horseman's arm gear.

Whoever wears this can freely manipulate horses and carriages.

That's not just a level of improved riding skills, it's that the water will be able to grate and even run in the air.

In addition, horses and carriages piloted by this cage hand improve their abilities.

Armor Rank: [SS]

Ability Rank: [S]

Whoa, whoa.

"No, I know. I feel bad about it."

"Well, that's you, so I was willing to help. You should rest because you still have magic."

She smiles nicely as she rocks the brown ponytail.

Thanks to the increased power of life and magic, I was able to give her flesh for a long time, and this time I left the steering of the carriage almost entirely to her.

Vandemion becomes tireless, and it is always possible to travel except when eating, which is greatly appreciated by those of us who rush ahead.

"Then sweeten to your words..."

"Munya... Good morning..."

"Oh, are you awake? Good morning, Levi."

"Oh, excuse me... slower than Lord..."

"Never mind. Epoli, how much longer?

"About 20 kilometers later? I'll be right there."

"Okay. Well, let's get dressed. When you get into town sooo much......!?

At that time, the sound of something exploding echoed in the woods.

At the same time I hear screams that are not people.

"Dear Lord, what's that now...!

"You're not too far away...... let's go take a look. Epoli, please!"

"I'll take care of it! Add or subtract it so the magic won't cut... I'm coming!

The moment she magic herself into the reins, every vandemion carriage rises and rushes up into the woods.

Out on the woods, dust was rising from a little further away.

"There!

"Whoa! Please! Vandemion!

"Brrrrrr!"