Next Life

Melinda Guilford.

When many of mankind did not yet know this name, which sparks an indestructible glow in future generations.

In other words, it was a time of darkness, when demon kings and hordes of demons were scattered into the world.

In those times, Melinda enters a certain village with her companions.

In the Dark Ages, there are many human settlements themselves.

Though secretly to hide himself from the devil.

The demon kings do not seriously destroy mankind because they are taunting that they can do it whenever they want, and because their apex Aulanis has no interest in the act of eradicating mankind.

If Aulanis had been so concerned, mankind must have disappeared from the earth for a long time.

In a way, it could be said to be the guardian of mankind, but if we try to be mankind, it is something we do not know very well.

Melinda and her friends took the inn.

Resting when you can rest is the basis of your journey, and of those who put themselves in battle.

"Let's eat something"

Everyone nods to the warrior Carl's suggestion.

They've been walking through all day, so I'm hungry.

"I wish I had something delicious"

It was Leanne, a cleric, who said that.

It's not like she's a gastronomer.

I just believe eating something delicious is a good way to relieve fatigue and change your mood.

"You can't expect much. It's bad for this innkeeper."

Melinda gently points that out.

There are more overwhelming people who live every day with a whisper of breath so that the devil can't keep an eye on them.

It was nothing unless I was lucky enough to serve delicious food.

In all likelihood, accommodation facilities are even less desirable.

Because it is difficult to secure good ingredients in the first place, it is also harsh to assume responsibility on the part of the store.

"Whatever you can eat. Nothing makes me happier than being hungry."

It was Ronal the Hunter who said slightly blurry.

Born into a poor house, he has lived with a twinge since he was a little girl, and has a past of not being able to stand it and joining Melinda's people.

Nothing. He's not the only one who's special about this.

With the exception of Lene, a cleric, something similar, including Melinda herself.

"You'd be happier to break it off."

It is the knight Vincent who said in a serene, somewhere speaking tone.

Carl, Ronald, Vincent, Leanne and Melinda are the faces of this team.

Young for everyone to continue their arduous journey with their twenties.

It makes that possible because it establishes proper collaboration in addition to individual competencies.

Carl is a big, muscular man, but he can fight a solid, snug battle that weighs heavily on dedicated defense.

A man who literally defends his body and protects his party.

Ronal specializes in stand-ups that are unimaginably agile from a crude appearance, as well as in hazard detection skills on top of knowing more about animals, monsters and grasshoppers.

Vincent is not as tough as Carl, but he is a man with a long line of defense that can strike enemies with a sharp sword attack.

Leanne is an essential part of the party, healing her fellow wounds with a prayer for healing and even more familiar with pharmacy.

Together with Melinda, she had the extra-standard talent that she was devising and systematizing something called magic to hint at the battle of demons.

Leanne's prayers for healing also have a proven track record of growing into something more powerful and precise with Melinda's advice.

It's such a melinda, but the world isn't sweet enough to manage it alone.

She herself had done so well and continued to be humble and honest with her peers.

When the five flatten their meals, which are qualitative but high in quantity, they return to their rooms.

Needless to say, men and women were separate, and Melinda was in a room with Leanne.

"Don't Melinda make lovers?

A young and quite beautiful female cleric asks that unexpectedly with blue eyes.

"There's no one to deal with me."

The mouthfeel of Melinda who answers doesn't really sound right.

That's what I really think, and that means I'm not loose in thinking about it.

As for Leanne, she thinks she is not a companion and a friend.

But I didn't mean to persevere because I also felt it was a funny story to impose.

She understands Melinda to some extent... at least she thinks so herself.

Destroying her birthplace into the hands of the devil before she could feel it, Melinda's parents raised her as she endured the ordeal.

Both her parents like that were murdered by demons, she said.

Even if you can't abandon your anger and hatred for demons, you can say you have no choice.

Leanne herself, lost her parents and was picked up by the temple, and that temple was also attacked down by the demon army, and rolled all over the place, so I'm not going to state beautifully that "let's throw away the grudge" or "hatred will not create anything".

Hate creates at least the energy to fight demons, so much so that I don't think I'm a cleric.

"Why don't you look for me when you calm down? I'll help you, too."

However, I felt that it was not a good idea not to think about anything else, so I put it this way.

I am not thinking at this time whether the day of calm will come.

I sensed Leanne's mood. Melinda looked puzzled.

"Still can't do it, I guess."

and snapped small.

Maybe there's a reason for her appearance that Melinda's weakness is mediocre and difficult to impress someone.

In fact, it was probably Lean who took the gaze of the men, otherwise warriors of splendid stature and style.

When Melinda finds out she's the leader, most people look suspicious first.

She didn't look like a very powerful person who could defeat the Demon on her own, limited to her first impression.

"When the battle is over... let's be stylish"

Leanne suggests extraordinarily strongly.

Pushed by the momentum, Melinda nods.

When the hell will the battle end and what can be said to be the end if we achieve it?

I swallowed those questions and didn't say it.

The men, on the other hand, say, when they take care of their weapons, they just fall asleep.

It contrasted with the women, but given their strength, they were right to sleep when they could.

The next morning, the five of them meet and leave.

Their immediate goal was the demon's destruction, based in a cave in the woods some time ahead.

If you defeat this demon, the safety of the neighbors will increase slightly.

Though overdoing it risks drawing the attention of the Demon King, you can't do anything about it.

That was not all the situation on the part of mankind.

Leaving the crowd and going so far, I just encounter a bunch of monsters.

It is a carnivorous monster, Blood Rabbit.

Its body was as human as it was, and it used its tough leg strength to move around brilliantly, and black body hair was a troublesome monster resistant to slashing, blowing, and sniping by bows and arrows.

Melinda, the whole line was surprised but couldn't force tension, because she has no resistance to magic.

"[Freeze]"

In other words, Melinda's magic attack made it easy to sweep away.

With the cold air she releases, the blood-rabbit herd simultaneously turns into an ice statue.

"That's great."

"What about us?"

Carl and Vincent laugh bitterly.

I couldn't help but feel inadequate if I tried them to keep my body up and protect my people.

But Melinda opens her mouth without even a dust.

"You can't be the devil's opponent, and you're keeping your power warm until then."

Though my people looked at the words, I knew she was stubborn, so I cautiously disagreed.

Not that it's a substitute, but Ronald says something different.

"And a bunch of Brad Rabbits around here... there's got to be nothing to feed them."

The same expression adds seriousness to what can be called an alarm.

Blood Rabbit is certainly a fierce monster that also strikes humans, but it is inherently omnivorous.

They eat grass, nuts, small animals that live in the woods, etc., so it's rare to come away from it and near people.

If it's one or two, it's still a herd.

"Nanica kicked you out? Or was it an advance party?

I put into words the possibility that Vincent came up with.

The former would simply have led a stronger monster to live in the woods.

As much as I purposefully kicked out Blood Rabbit, so it's likely it won't come to people any time soon.

The problem was if it was the latter, and it was the Ten Eighty-Nine Demons who sent it out.

When that happens, I will have told you where there are people who can defeat the Blood Rabbit herd.

"It's hard to believe that the Devil's advance team consists of only a single monster... but I can't say for sure because this whole place depends on the Devil's character"

Normally, you put in monsters with whatever skill you can scout, but when you're a ruthless demon, you treat the advance party like a stone.

Melinda and the others get lost in judgment because they have information that the demons are based not far away.

Eventually the leader, Melinda, said as she had decided.

"I have no choice. Let's get ready for a trap here."

"No objection"

Everyone agrees with her decision.

It's not just that she's trusted as a leader.

If they pull here, the people behind them could be raided.

If people who don't even know how to fight in exchange for their own safety were of such a character that they would be endangered, they would not have chosen the path to travel while fighting the demon's family.

Melinda and the others all had a kind of grip, though I don't know what to say.

As they progress through the roadless wasteland, they eventually see forests forward.

The splendid trees of height and trunk thickness were growing leaves that burned red for the season, making a line of Melinda remember the creepiness.

"Now will there be ghosts or demons?"

Carl snaps like that.

You didn't hear that, but a shadow appears more forward.

A silver wolf with silver hair, five grapple bears with two legs of walking and more martial arts than humans.

Even if ten bodies say they're opponents at the same time, they're not the enemies of the Melinda party.

But there was no way he could drain his power more than he didn't know the entire number of enemies.

"If you're deliberately undermining your power for that, you're going to be a terrible opponent."

"Such a wise man, you've never seen him before."

Vincent inherits Melinda's words.

And it shall be Sophia when it comes to him who is of the family of the devil and uses his knowledge, but she is not in the land.

I mean, they were right about their "no enemy thinks that far" decision.

"Whatever it is, Melinda needs to rest."

That's what Vincent says and pulls the long sword out of his sheath.

The blade emits a silver glow in the sunlight.

"I agree."

Each of the other men pulled out an axe and a sword.

It was fundamental to the party strategy that their greatest power, Melinda's depletion, be kept as low as possible.

"Don't be impotent."

And if possible, the depletion of this voiced Lean.

When two women can't fight properly, that's when the party will be wiped out.

Silverwolf is a monster hunting in herds, but the collaboration was not working because of the mix of grapple bears, which are heterogeneous.

The men poke cleverly at it, clutching it apart.

When all the monsters were out of breath, each of the men only suffered a scratch.

In this case, the burden on the women is also light, and it is a good result to say that it is a great success first.

When I finished healing the wound, I heard a man clapping.

Without asking who it is, the line turns its gaze towards the sound.

Standing was a one-man creature with green skin and red reptile-like eyes.

But the evil magic emanating from his body proves that he is not a man.

"Demon man."

In Melinda's words the man had a nitrous, sticky grin, and shook his neck wide and vertically.

"I am Master Gruworth, the devil. You have a pretty good woman."

Turn your eyes toward Leanne as she puts out her red, elongated tongue.

A woman had a nasty shade that everyone couldn't help remembering physiological aversion.

Lene unwittingly leans back with her shoulders in her arms and stands on her gaze as the men shelter.

"Uh, I don't want a man. And then I need a woman who's not very smart."

When the demon Gruworth says so, he returns to his true appearance.

The human contour blurred, turning into a large snake with a green tone but a black pattern.

The figure is a monster that also looks familiar to humans.

"Poison snake... demon of"

A snake-type monster who specializes in poison attacks, otherwise not so much a threat.

However, the part that shouldn't be a threat would also be greatly more powerful than being a demon.

"That's right. The man just dies!

When Gleworth says so, it's a better behavior to say that he let his body twist than to say that he let it twist, and instantly packs the time.

Vincent was the first person the demon man aimed at.

It can be taken for granted that the first target was someone who could be active on both sides of the offense.

But that's why Melinda read it.

"[Shield] [Barricade]"

She unfolded two defensive magics before Vincent.

"Ugh?

Gleworth, who hit an invisible disorder, understood what had happened.

And push along regardless.

Nor did Melinda's defensive magic, which would be bounced back or vice versa damaged if it were a lined monster, deter the Demon's penetrating attack.

Most importantly, that would have been enough if Vincent had tried it.

Thanks to Melinda, the attack speed dropped to such an extent that he could be prevented.

The four sharply stretched upper and lower fangs are stopped by his long sword.

There Carl with the sword strikes from the side, and even more from the other side Romail flies a paralyzed and poisoned blow arrow.

"Getting cozy!

Vincent's body rises when Gleworth can help, beating him backwards.

And the demon twisted his body intact, dodging the humans' attacks.

But that was exactly what a pesky human was after.

Melinda's magic is unleashed in anticipation of the moment when the Poison Snake demon supposedly dodges the attack and stiffens the movement for a moment.

"<... burn it down! > [Exhalatio]"

White fireworks walls erupt over a wide area, scorching Gruworth's body.

"What, whoa? The human being, like, the power?

While surprised by the attack that the demonic must endure desperately, Gleworth turned all his powers to defense.

Otherwise, he decided he would suffer a fatal injury.

It was a tremendous humiliation if you try it on him, but it couldn't be his life.

In the meantime, humans don't try to chase.

I'm not convinced of victory, but I'm assuming that the demon has withstood Melinda's attack.

It would have been their strength to always think about the next thing while young.

"Whoa..."

The devil could not bear it with his guts, but he was chased there.

"[Congelatio]"

It was the opposite of the earlier cold air attack.

Must have endured it if it was regular Gruworth.

But he couldn't do it right after he took a lot of damage at Exhalatio.

At the very least, I avoid being made into an ice statue, but I do my best.

When his body disappeared, only his fangs remained.

"Huh, you're a weak demon and you saved me"

When Carl says as he wipes the sweat off his forehead, Ronal laughs bitterly.

"You were also a retarded demon on the weak. Because of that, Carl and I didn't do anything."

He died poisonous attack, which is Poison Snake but not his biggest weapon, so it wouldn't be defamatory to call him retarded.

"Right. But I find something odd."

Melinda felt unspeakable discomfort and anxiety.

"Melinda?"

She shook her neck sideways and smiled at the suspicious faces and voices of her companions.

"No, it must be my fault. Let's get out of here while we still have room."

"Right."

Her colleagues immediately agreed to her proposal.

If the demon dies, the monsters who were obeyed by the demon will be scattered.

It's easier to fight than it is to lose control, but the problem was number.

It has drained a lot of physical and mental strength so far.

It was visible that in some numbers it would be a tough battle.

Thus did Melinda and the others destroy another demon and triumph.

Most people don't know about this, and they never will.

There are numerous literature and bard songs left to honor Melinda's feat in the later life, but unfortunately there were also many creations.

Although it is considered the greatest cause that she was not of her own meritorious character, there are other reasons.

"What, did Gruworth get hit?

Suddenly a voice came down from the sky.

When the humans look up to heaven in dismay, a single human form is swept up in the sky, blinking the wings of the pitch black.

who have eagle-like heads and wings, and lion-like limbs.

It was Armaros, the demon king of Griffon.

Even if you don't know it, the overwhelming magic unleashed by him gently breaks the will of the humans.

"If I hadn't come to this continent in a long time, I wouldn't have come across something like this."

Demon King Armaros descends into the earth with a fierce glance at a man whose body trembles with a frightened expression.

"Well, I guess you're lucky. This is how I met the demons who butchered some of my men."

Murder from the Demon King swells greatly.

Compared to this heavy, stormy, heavy pressure, Gruworth's was only a gentle breeze or inferior to it.

The humans realized by their senses that the existence in front of them was a demon king far stronger than the demon.

"To, run, Melinda, run"

Melinda was the first to recover, but Vincent, who recovered momentarily late, called out so.

To be precise, he desperately shook a faint voice with fear and despair.

"So, what?"

If you try Melinda, it's impossible to abandon your fellow inmates.

"Yes, Melinda, Leanne. Just you guys go!

Then Carl, Ronal reprimands him.

"It's not just you."

Leanne grabs Melinda's hand, which is still reluctant, and runs out at a glance.

"Their thoughts, don't waste them"

"Leanne."

As the two women left, Armaros opened his mouth.

"Satisfied?

"What, are you gonna tell me you missed those two instead of saying goodbye?

Carl slaps a light mouth.

Otherwise, my heart would still be shattered.

Even as the invisible giant mountain approaches to crush itself, it has a better chance of survival than fighting the demon king in front of it.

That makes me think about it.

Serious Vincent doesn't pay attention to one thing, because he was in the exact same mood.

"Not so"

Demon King Armaros utters his words strictly.

Even the courage without the confronting humans, as if trying to crush them.

"I dared you to do whatever you wanted to tell me you were in vain. Those two will twist and kill you later."

"Ha, let me."

The three men put up their weapons, but nobody jumps.

Instinctively, he realized that nothing could be done by storming a grump.

But Armaros mocks the decision in his actions.

He hit Romar in the head when the humans moved at unrecognizable speeds.

It was an attack that could only be described as cluttered if tried as the Demon King, but the hunter who is done is unable to move one piece and gets his head crushed.

By the time the two remaining men noticed, the top was blown from Ronal's neck, and the red bloodshot was dancing through the universe.

"Ronald!

Vincent and Carl move to at least reward an arrow.

For the demon king Almaros, it was only at a much duller rate than a turtle.

"Crap."

When he sticks both fists out to the left and right, that'll smash the other two heads.

The three men who remained to remain in the women's ranks ended their lives without being able to do one thing.

"Well, that way"

If you make Griffon's Demon King Almaros, the position where the other two are fleeing can be captured readily, both visually and audibly.

And when I gently moved my feathers and kicked the ground, I quickly caught up.

Turning in front of the two, the women stop moving so they can notice themselves.

"Ah, ah..."

Not so much. Melinda and the others noticed the presence of Armaros.

The fact that the body is wet in blood, the way it is wet makes me understand that it is all blood back to the two warriors of war.

"Carl, Ronal, Vincent......"

Melinda closes her eyes and leaks the names of the three.

Armaros unleashed cold words there.

"It was a waste of time."

"Knock..."

As Melinda prepares to die and sets up her wand, Leanne thrusts her with both hands.

"Hey, what...?

The female cleric, the last fellow to look at her face by accident, sees her with a cutthroat look.

"If someone has to run, that's Melinda. It's you."

"Ma, wait"

Control Melinda with her voice trying to get up.

"I think magic is really amazing technology. Evolve more. Enough to defeat the Demon King."

"Cleric. Are you the next stop?

Lene nodded soundly as she shook herself into Almaros' voice but held it in a flash.

"Yeah. Will you wait a minute?

"Oh, no matter what you do, it's no use."

Proud of its mighty power but arrogant of its late.

That was the one light Melinda would survive.

"That said, I'm not willing to wait forever. Die."

A fist buried three men, also smashing the head of a female cleric.

I still can't even buy time, and the fourth one scatters.

The overwhelming strength of the Demon King came to Melinda's knowledge with her own hands.

"Knock..."

Melinda decides to follow Leanne's last wish, spilling tears from her eyes.

"What are you going to do?

Armaros laughed coldly, but his expression was strong the next moment.

Melinda used the "teleport" she had just met.

We could no longer pursue the demon king beyond his sensory abilities.

"Wow... I didn't expect to be able to metastasize"

Almaros struck his tongue, but decided to change his mind immediately.

Give the fresh young human corpse you got to the remaining deliveries.

Most of all, there are so many mean people that there may not be any more bodies left of the men.

Griffon's demon king soon forgot about the man who let him escape.

However, he is the only one who has forgotten, and Melinda, who has all her companions killed, decides to avenge herself with tears.

(Absolutely, absolutely, because I take revenge)

In a land with a view of the sea, Melinda swears so.

The teleport can only be moved by itself.

If I had polished all my people until they were moved, they wouldn't have died.

I couldn't help blaming him.

Another reason why there is so much creativity in Melinda's legend in later life is that those who became her companions were often dead in this way.

It is an indisputable fact that Melinda Guilford has achieved tremendous merit, but it was also an indelible reality that her companions are often wiped out.