My First Trip was to Another World

The raid was high in the middle of the night. I thought it would be a scratchy interrogator (the bad one) coming anyway. I was constantly checking on the map and monitoring the hostile guy approaching the inn.

No way, I didn't expect an ordinary cleric with no hostility to come early for the price.

In the sensation of the body, probably around eleven o'clock at night. I usually sleep, but I'm awake when I stay up late. That's the time.

When I went to the front door floor with strange signs, a man stood near the door. I don't see it well in the dark, so I put out a lantern and light the lights.

The man standing there is one day Phyllis' boss. His name is…….

"You're Mr. Salman, right?

Luna, who was with me, answers. You remembered very well.

Luna and Leeds are with me right now. Claire and Mr. Lily were in temporary sleep, so I woke them up and left them on perimeter alert.

"Good evening. We're out of time. I'm afraid for the night."

Salman smiles thinly.

"At this late hour, what can I do for you?

Hit the clear question. The raider will be handed over anyway. I commend you for visiting peacefully, not for the raids.

"Yeah, you're right. Could you give it back?"

Salman clouds his answer in a pungent manner. I know what you're talking about, but you're not being blunt.

The captured assailant is being questioned in a small room on the first floor of the inn.

"You can't give it back to the church. Hand it over to the soldiers."

"Then we're in trouble. I'll hang you for questioning at the church, so please give it back."

"I can't. That will be all for you. Go home."

If I put it this way, I won't go home. "Yes, I see," a guy who pulls back slightly is not dispatched to a place like this. I'll have to make a reason to go home. I won't go home.

"We don't expect you to return it easily either. What do you need? I can't give you the money..."

Um, it would have been easier for you to raid me. Neither is willing to give in, so the conversation is going to take a long time. The serenity on the surface makes me angry. It's hard to get your hands on this one.

"I'm afraid I'm not here anymore, actually. After you've already stuck it out to the soldiers."

Let's get through this with a lie. Just to get you home.

"Lies aren't good, are they? God hates you."

Salman sends his gaze to the small room where the assailant is.

Come on...... How do you know that? Could there be an inside man? No, you don't. Then I make it easier to get away with it. We can wait till morning to get him out, or we can kick through the door and help him out.

If so, sign perception? I've never seen anyone else use it but us, but if I could teach you, it could be used by anyone. That's a pain in the ass.

"God already hates me.

I can't give it back. Will you give up?

"You're in that room, aren't you? Let me in."

Salman walked over to the door with Tsukatsuka and hung his hand on the handle.

"Wait!"

Wave your fists at Salman's face. Salman then took his fist with a cool face and said away.

"I can't impress you with waving violence. Even if I forgive you, God will not forgive you."

I was gonna hit him pretty seriously. I didn't think it would be so easy to take.

This guy is surprisingly strong...

But I can't give you a raider. How do we cut through?

"I don't do anything that begs God for forgiveness. I don't care if you don't forgive me."

I say as I pull through my fist grabbed.

My next move depends on how Salman gets out. The moment I thought so, suddenly a severe chill struck me. It's a strong intimidation, similar to a wounded inquisitor. The intimidation is all over Salman.

"If you don't take me home, it's really hard. Understand."

Salman doesn't break his expression and remains cool looking. But they're turning a clear hostility to us.

Let's keep Luna and Leeds at a distance. I'm the one dealing with him. The hall is quite large, but not wide enough for the four of us to move around freely.

"Luna! Leeds! Please make sure it's safe!

"You're still responding fast. Too bad.

I definitely wanted to welcome you as an apostle, but the fool ran wild. "

Salman says as if he was sincerely fed up. To say stupid would mean a fucking cleric. The proposal to "make me an apostle" seemed like this guy's money.

"While I'm done threatening you, could you give it to me?

I don't want to be rude. I'm a pacifist. "

When Salman said so, the overflowing intimidation grew stronger. More than a serious mode of Grad instructor.

Real pacifists don't say it themselves. This guy is just a pacifist temper. It's awkward if you don't respond. Pull the Matchette out of your hips. I won't forget to enhance it.

"There's no way an adventurer would be frightened by such a threat."

"... why can you move? It's strange. I'm sorry to hear that."

I say with a thin laugh like I pasted it.

Strange? If you're an adventurer, you're used to intimidation. To this extent...... no, it's not. The bracelet is responding. It's my classic "intimidating magic". I thought I might have other users, so I made a magic item that I could cancel beforehand. This decision was correct. Again, this magic is dangerous.

"Such a threat doesn't work. Will you pull me up quietly?

"It's the mountains that want to do that, huh? I found it.

Give me your beast man too. "

Salman sent Leeds his gaze, saying so.

"What do you mean!

"I was looking for you. Because he suddenly disappeared from the apartment. I didn't know you were with me."

When I met Leeds, I had a bad feeling so I let him run away at night. I paid the rent, and I'm not supposed to be bothering anyone. The con artist then, unfortunately, missed it. Like chasing him, where are you now?

"There's no way I'm going to give it to you. Are you an idiot?

"Please don't let that get you in the way. I won't make it worse. It protects rare beasts."

You're absolutely lying. If there is a good reason, there is no need to resort to criminal means.

To sum up previous information, some parts of the church are sending beastmen to Hynes Church. I don't know what it's for. The curtain of the church is probably the wounded inquisitor.

"We're done talking."

It's no use continuing to talk any more. Use a stun gun to tow it. However, no matter how much electric shock you hit, you can't see how to stop the movement. Doesn't seem to work at all. I don't see him using insulating magic, but he's not responding. Let's go away for once.

Flying back to get in shape, countless knives flew in from Salman.

First the front, then the right foot, and also to the left. Hiding in the shadow of a knife, the next knife strikes. I can see the situation just a little further, so avoiding it is easy. But on the avoided end, the next knife is flying towards the eyebrow.

Avoid the knife ahead while slapping the knife off with the machet. I've already stuck more than twenty knives, but I still can't stop. He's twisting the knife toward his right shoulder to avoid it, but at the same time he's flying at his feet. I lifted my right leg and avoided it.

"Do you avoid this too? I don't want you to die in a place like this."

Salman says by stopping the knife throw. This is the wounded inquisitor. Definitely.

The knife track looked just like it. Geisha can't let anyone sneak a knife into the shadow of a knife.

"It's all you!

You targeted Leeds, and the kidnappers!

"I don't like good people."

Take the mace to be shaken down with a reinforced matchet and put in a full kick. He hit the flank, but Salman stomped on the spot and endured. Is it still shallow? I'm not the opponent to beat or beat with non-killing magic. I have to go and kill him.

As usual, there is no magic available all over the city (incidentally), so beat and kick with all your might. I want a Meriken sack. Matchett has also been hit many times, but he feels like slashing a thick trunk, and he can't slash it at all. Carefully polished machetes are just blunt instruments if they don't get slashed.

Not accepting a blade is close to strengthening my body. I've never seen anyone use anything but us.

Salman took my Machete with one hand and waved a mace. The mace tries to snap my right arm. I felt dull pain piercing through the guard and flew backwards softly. The bones... are fine. It's not broken.

One more shot like that. This is inevitable. Immediately arm out and guard, but he was overflown. Destroyed the arranged table and stopped with a large recess in the wall.

"You're surprisingly sturdy. Then you won't have to avoid it."

"What hurts hurts. I hate pain."

"Honest and good. God prefers the honest."

Salman doesn't break his spare attitude.

That's awkward. The attack won't pass. Non-killing magic is out of the question. But when I use attack magic, this inn gets even more ground. The weapon you asked for, too, doesn't stand a tooth in Matchett. Falcata is held by Claire. No hitter. Almost stuffed.

Haven't tried it yet... about the magic of purification (excercise). I don't think it works for living humans, but it seems to have the effect of disrupting physical strengthening.

I put the magic of purification (excercise) on my right leg and swung through Salman's flank with all my might.

"Bogga!"

Something crushing sounds, leaving a nasty feeling on your feet like you crushed a small animal. They finally got an effective hit in there. Does it work with humans?

I doubt it, but not if I stop here. Rehang the magic of purification (excercise) all over your body and fold it up all at once.

fists croon cheeks, kicks snap bones as if breaking branches. I can't afford to think of a steeple. Just hit me. Eventually, Salman collapsed to collapse on the spot.

Salman has broken legs and more joints in both arms. The spine must have been crushed, too. If you don't hang the healing magic soon, you won't even be able to stand.

"I had trouble with this. Your body is completely broken. We need to find Yidong again."

With so much damage, I say it with a cool face as if nothing had happened. Dependent... Cabel said that, too.

"Who are you!

Salman ignored my question and kept talking to himself.

"Mills doesn't understand. Breaking into a church breaks bones. Although it is already broken. Oh, man, are we starting all over again?

It's your fault, not at all. Will you find a more robust body next... "

Salman left so much to say and scattered the signs. The signs have disappeared, but the body remains. But he gave out a white smoky moya, which suddenly shriveled and became a mummy.

He's just like Cabel. Even if you say it's because you lost your yoyo, it shouldn't kill you any time soon. At least, there's enough respite to move from Arencia to Erminsur. As per the last line, I guess there will be another.

Does the magic of purification (excercise) work for generations? But I couldn't take him down to the main body. I want to finish next, so I guess I'll teach Cabel how to kill Cabel.

Speaking of which, you didn't turn out to be a masquerade. I wish you had read the air and worn a mask. He's the one who doesn't care.