Orc Hero Story - Legend of Degree

"The Great Eagle's Stop Tree"

The moment he entered the inn, Bash was under the illusion that he was lost and crowded by the iron fire.

Weird tensions and tingly air were spreading inside the tavern.

It's not killer, but it looks a lot like that.

It is such a sign that, in battle, we explore each other's hands.

"Orc......? Oh, no, one person, you heard that Orc has entered the country... Welcome"

Saying so, the liquor store owner encouraged Bash to sit in the right seat.

There are counters, but there are no counter seats, and all the table seats are lined up.

I was only lost for a moment about where I should sit, but soon I found out.

There was a man sitting in the seat on the entrance side and a woman sitting in the back seat.

Bash took an empty seat on the man's side.

Sitting in the front was a badly eyed elf woman warrior.

The hairstyle has a round shortcut that says it comes inside.

And it was characterised by eyesight that could be killed if it was about a human child just to stare at it, and wounds that crossed his face diagonally.

The outfit is slightly skin exposed dress, but Bash glanced at it and found this woman warrior to be a fierce warrior.

He would be the equivalent of an oak platoon leader (chief) or someone with more arms than that.

When Bash sat down, she looked only giddy for a moment, but she immediately looked at Bash's outfit and glanced further at the woman sitting next to her and snorted.

"Konko chiwa! Nice husband. Nice to meet you, I say Hembit!

Will I get this impression if the tiger rings in the cat's voice?

Bash didn't really feel like he was having a conversation with a woman.

I was under the illusion that the beast was smelling me from close range.

Usually, I try to give back the beast or something, but with a woman in front of me, I don't know how to move.

It's like a good feeling like never before, like it's not.

What a strange mood I decided to continue the conversation.

"Mr. Oak, what's your name?

"It's a bash"

"Mr. Bash! Beautiful name! Mr. Oak is a lovely name for everyone, so I'm in trouble with Hembit!

"... ah, oh"

Bash felt slightly dizzy in a kinky voice that seemed to give him a headache.

Is it also used in magic?

"Ah, knife wounds... I knew you were a warrior. Where's the battlefield?

"It was all over the place, but at the end of the day it was around here. I was fighting to protect my country."

"Right! What am I talking about?"

"Where were you fighting?

"I was in the division attacking the land of Sacubas! 32nd Assault Squad! So I don't know much about the orcs de..."

The woman warrior, who named herself Hembit, coughed cohorts there.

He drank the water in a hurry, "Ahhh, ahhh," and checked his throat, with a groaning grin, he stared at Bash.

"I've never seen Mr. Oak travel to Elf Country before... Tell me all about it. How did you get to this country?

"Oh... I came looking for something. No, not that I came looking..."

To that extent, Henbit embarked on himself and put a finger in Bash's mouth.

I stopped the words.

"You don't have to tell me until the end. You're thinking about getting married, right?

"... oh"

Seen through in an instant, Bash took a long breath.

Sure, I came to this place, so it would be obvious that I came looking for my wife.

Even as a bash, I didn't mean to hide it.

Of course, I only meant to hide the virginity.

"But no."

With a gesture that sounds like Caln, Henbit puts his neck up.

"Hembit, you just don't like being a breeding slave to orcs. It's okay to have a baby. It's like an elf after all, I want to accompany one man..."

"I'm fine. If I go back to the country, I have the right place. If I were my wife, I would treat her differently than any other slave. I promise."

Status.

The moment I said the word, I felt Henbit's eyes glow giraffed.

"Heh! Could Mr. Bash be pretty great in the oak, too? What rank? Could it be Warlord Warlord?

"The rank is Warrior (Warrior). But..."

"Pep, it's the bottom line."

Hembit threw up a pep and bump.

At the same time, it was a warrior-like, sharp, thick voice of war.

It was a voice that could be said to have changed the leopard, but Bash was finally relieved when he heard that voice.

Until now, he was someone I didn't know if he was a tiger or a cat.

But it turned out to be a tiger.

Then you just have to talk to the tiger.

"The rank is Warrior (Warrior), but he raised his medal during the war..."

"I don't know what you heard about the oak bragging. Savings?"

"What?"

"I'm asking you how much money you have."

"Money? No money..."

As a matter of fact, Bash is a rich category if he returns to the country.

There's nothing in the oak country that Bash doesn't want and can't get.

Nevertheless, barter prevails in oak countries, and money is not in very good circulation.

I don't use it at all in my everyday life just for dealing with other countries.

Nevertheless, he didn't know the difference in those cultures to Henbit.

"Ha-ha-ha. No. Change."

When Henbit said so at the same time as his grand sigh, he rose from his seat and went somewhere.

……

Bash doesn't know what that action means.

I was just waiting for Henbit, who had suddenly stopped standing up.

But Hembit sat in another seat and started talking to another man.

"Zell, what can I do..."

Bash looked at Zell.

When Zell said, he drank all the honey liquor he had on the table and was perfectly ready.

"That's why I'm telling you. Flower fortune should be done with red flowers! Then what do you think he said? Which one is the red flower, there's plenty of it? Yes! You want me to make sure you're kidding around at all! If you have red flowers, you must have red flowers! Hey husband!?

Zell has a camel in a bottle filled with salt.

I won't be using it anymore.

(What's the matter?)

Should I go to Henbit's, or...?

"Yes, good evening, Orc's husband! Lilac! Mr. Oak is so rare, he hung up on me!

How lost, here I come again.

Now he's going to be able to fight Griffon against each other.

The voice is taller than the griffon.

"It's a bash"

"It's quick, Mr. Bash. Hey, do you have a territory or something?

In the meantime, let's forget about the woman earlier and deal with this woman.

Bash thought so, turning to Lilac.

"There is no territory. The territory of the land of Orc..."

"Oh, well, bye bye."

When Lilac said so, he waved his hand away with a flicker.

It was an instant event.

Too soon enough for the remnants of the woman now to remain in Bash's sight.

What was it, the woman now?

With that in mind, the next woman came again.

"Good evening, it's me, Spatty Filum! All of a sudden, he's an orc husband."

"Oh, no, I..."

Bash didn't have time to be confused, he took questions and answered them honestly......

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Then, for a while, Bash snapped a woman.

When I hear that, it also sounds like I've had a rosy time, but it's not that good.

The elf woman asked Bash a few questions and she immediately left somewhere.

Around that number exceeding ten, Bash has finally figured out how this rally works.

A man sits.

A woman asks a man a question.

See if it fits your criteria in the answer to the question, and if it's off, I'll go different.

That's the system.

The content of the question was similar or dropped by, and as soon as he answered some of the questions, the elf left.

They don't have the right to choose Bash.

From the bash, every daughter was ok, so I have no problem with that...

But even a small bash, when swayed by ten people, has figured out what caused it.

Money.

The way the question was asked varied, but the elf woman was looking for money.

They also asked about status and fame, but in the end it's gold.

No matter how much Bash claimed to be a person of status in the Oak Country, he didn't listen to me, and when he found out that the gold didn't have it, he spit lightly and disappeared somewhere.

The elf woman was good at spitting.

When about ten elves came and left, the woman disappeared from the perimeter of the bash.

Apparently, there's been information-sharing in the elves, and I'm not dropping by.

(Unlike Dwarves, Elves should not have been interested in money. That's why…)

I don't know why.

For one thing, the woman is no longer coming over, and she's putting out an aura to stay away from the blatant.

Bash couldn't even move and somehow decided to take a meal.

Speaking of the meal of the kingdom of the elves, he remembered that the nuts and fruits were not the same of the subjects, but recently something came out that cooked the meat and grain of the beast, either to welcome other species.

The flavoring was elf-like and thin, but the oak basically doesn't like or dislike it.

It's good, eats good, but the doubt still doesn't go away.

"Why money..."

"Why is it money?

Then one man stopped by to hear Bash whine.

He looked like a human being.

Eyes sat on a bright red face.

As he stopped by the bash with his flirty thousand feet, he sat down to collapse in the next seat and held Bash's shoulder familiarly.

Bash didn't care, but if it were an oak country, it would be an act that would be slapped by young people admiring bash.

He was completely drunk.

"Tell him, huh?

Without waiting for Bash's reply, the man started talking.

"Okay? The elf woman here is the survivor of a unit that fought mostly against the Thakuvas country."

According to the man's story, here's the deal.

After the war ended, marriage boomed in the Elf Country.

Marriage is first and foremost, the wealthy of the elves. It began with the elf nobles.

Essentially, the buyer's market and the children of the elves were bought more and more because there were more men.

By this time, it seems that the elves of the common people are seen by the nobles, what a dream became popular.

Then they start marrying each other as commoners.

But to tell the truth, this marriage mostly stuck between those close to each other.

A familiar person refers to the survival of the same unit or to childhood tampering that he has left in his homeland.

The war is over, the state will give us subsidies, it's a boom, it's because of this, shall we get married?

Something like that.

In doing so, the soldiers who had fought against the Sacubas country remained in the meantime.

The soldiers who were fighting the Sacubas country are all organized in women.

It is only natural given the species Sacubas, which, when viewed as a man, fascinates and feeds without sight.

Of course, Sacubus attacked a unit with a man without worrying that the army would only be women, stripping the man.

For Sacubas, the elf man was just a coveted necessity.

As a result, men decreased slightly from the elf country.

At a rate of about 6: 4 to 7: 3, women became more.

Therefore, the soldiers who were fighting against the Thakuvas kingdom were flashed.

Still, they managed to reach this wrinkle forest, where there are many men of other races (especially human beings), starting their marriage and forming Buddha in turn from the pleasant......

There are those who remain.

Somewhere difficult remained, both in character and in appearance.

Nevertheless, the elves are a beautiful species.

The man who wants to welcome the elf to his daughter-in-law is all over the world. Especially for human beings.

So they had a chance, too.

It's kind of a marriage boom, and there was plenty of room to get married.

But they thought.

The effect of the wedding boom has led us to be overtaken by the young men we wiped our asses with on the battlefield, and we have been imprisoned by an idea.

No more compromises, he said.

"... So, why money?

"That's decided, because the young man, married to a rich human being, lives in a luxurious, unthinkable luxury from the qualitative elves until then!

"I see..."

"These people here, they can't be satisfied with anything less than the junior opponent they were looking down on. What you want is nobility or royalty. There's money with territory, someone who can live his whole life with a left fan...... Ha, there's no way a guy like that could come here. Poor people."

By the way, this man is also wordless.

The war was over, but there was no home anymore, and there was no place to return.

He raised that many martial arts medals in the war, but lost his job in a post-war military drawdown.

No hometown, no big deal about his family, he lived in a small borough shop, worked a day job and lived pretty much there.

Marriage is another dream.

What was I fighting for and why did I survive?

In the days of self-questioning, what reached his ear was information that the elves were welcoming men of other races as husbands.

Beautiful elves we met during the war.

If I could marry one of those elves as my wife, my life could change.

I might be able to get a place to go home.

That's what I thought. He initiated and came this far to daughter-in-law a beautiful elf.

"No..."

But the reality was terrible.

The only remaining elves were the Golden Deceased.

No matter how much he appealed to his work and arms on the battlefield, and if he got married, I would protect you guys to death, no matter what, he just laughed at me with his nose.

"Gu... I'm the one who's most pathetic..."

I remember that, and the man cried out.

Bash suddenly cried out to a man who doesn't know how to react.

The man just cried, whoa.

I cried, drank, cried, drank.

And I looked up.

At the end of the gaze, the elves with the bash on their sleeves earlier.

"Look, sir... the elves... they're beautiful..."

"... oh"

But I could only affirm his words.

The elves in the distance were certainly beautiful.

Beautiful blonde hair, slutty stretched hands and feet.

The waist is sharp and the moderate muscles provide relief.

Sure, there may be difficulties with her personality, but if you get one of her and hold her like every day, you have nothing more to say.

"Even gold, even gold. Ah..."

"Right, money..."

Kim.

For Bash, who has lived in oak society, that is something unknown.

I don't know how to get it or how I can increase it, as if I don't know.

You may know, Zell is bathing in a glass with ale. I'm flushing the back of my salt bottle husband for you. We're totally friends.

"But no matter how rich you are, how much money do I have?

"How much...? Hmmm...... I dunno! But a long time ago, the first millionaire to marry an elf apparently gave him a huge emerald necklace. It's not just the emeralds, it's the goldsmiths all over! So, well, I mean, that's about it! Yeah!"

Bash doesn't know, but this is an old fairy tale passed down to the elves.

A human man fell in love with the elf at first sight.

Humans proposed to the elves, but the prized elves naturally refused.

But Humans didn't give up, and he insisted on eating down on the elves.

Tired of elves, they push a man into a difficult situation.

I thought if you had a 'fresh green emerald' somewhere in the world, I'd marry you.

The man hears the story, travels around the world and finds Emerald.

And he made a necklace out of lots of treasures he found on his journey, and he proposed to the elves.

An elf just as well took root in this and accepted the man's proposal...... and.

In fact, some of the elf women are up for a proposal while being given an emerald necklace.

It's one of those romantic propositions for Elves.

Even in elf jewelry stores, emerald necklaces are so popular that they are always in stock.

"A golden necklace..."

"Well, don't worry about it."

"What are you going to do?

"Me? Me. Well, yeah. In the meantime, are you thinking of hunting zombies tomorrow?

"Zombies?"

"You don't know? There's a zombie outbreak near this town right now. I don't know why. So, as you exorcise one zombie, you get paid some money"

"You get paid?

"Oh yeah"

It was good information.

Perhaps this man is going to hunt zombies, save money and buy a gold picka necklace.

This man, by the way, is actually just going to make a dime. Because there is no text.

"Anyway, look at each other today without a harvest. Let's drink. I've never had a drink with an oak before."

"Fine. I've never had a drink with a human before either."

"Hey, you forgot your name. I'm Breeze."

"It's a bash"

The moment we heard each other's names, "Hmm?" He snapped his neck.

It was a name I had heard somewhere.

But I immediately flushed "well, okay".

I've been on the battlefield for a long time, and I survived.

If you had put up a martial arts medal, you'd have heard about the name in the wind rumors, he said.

It has something to do with the fact that the liquor was in it.

"To a hot guy"

"To a beautiful elf."

"Cheers!"

Bash hasn't had a drink in a long time that day.

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"Ugh... hey... I drank too much..."

A few hours later, Zell got up while suppressing a gunshot headache.

Looking around, the swirling landscape was still in a liquor store that looked familiar.

I'm often put in an unrecognizable bottle when I wake up drunk, but apparently I was fine today.

That's right. Because Bash's husband is with him.

Because we were in the bathroom together until just now.

"Huh!

When Zell pinched his nose, he put a good effort into his body.

Fairy-specific luminescence only slightly stronger, and for a moment, something flutters up.

It is an alcoholic drain of the fairy stream.

Fairy can drain toxins from her body in an instant if she's in the mood.

"Well, what happened to my husband?"

Zell looks for an oak hero.

Nearby, for some reason, there's only a bottle of salt all over the ale.

Fairey is not free enough to question why this bottle of salt is all over the ale.

"Oh."

And I found it.

As always, near the center of the tavern, he was drinking slowly.

"Husband, did you find someone nice?

Bash shook his head when he heard that as Zell flew fluffy.

"No, but I got some deafening information."

"Wow. I can't believe Bash's husband got the information. It's going to snow tomorrow."

"I can gather as much information as I can. Not as good as you."

"That's what you do! You're my husband! No, even if I get drunk, I'm gonna do it all by myself! Husband, don't you think you should take too much of my stock? Because I'm losing my existential significance and disappearing just like that!

Zell wiped the whistle with Hugh and yoished the bash.

I will never forget Yoisho.

That's why Zell left the alias "Zell in Charge" wanting.

"So, what kind of information do we have? Like getting a list of single elf women?

"No, it's not a list. But I found out something about a single elf woman being married. I'm gonna go get that."

"Oh no! That means you've successfully researched! That's my husband! So, what's that?

"Money."

"Kim!"

Zell pinned.

Zell is Fairy.

Fairy is not interested in gold.

but not all fairies are in place and not interested in gold.

Some of the fairies are blinded by the glow of gold coins.

That's what Zell knows.

He's the one who stacks a grain of gold in his room and looks at it by surprise.

Yeah, I guess that means it's a lot in the elves.

"But there's a lot of money, isn't there? Ore or gold..."

Bash also had the answer to that question.

I got it from a guy who got drunk earlier and fell asleep at the edge of the tavern.

"Mm-hmm. The first human millionaire to marry an elf, when he applied for marriage, apparently gave him a golden picka necklace with a huge emerald and showed himself"

"I see! I mean, if you buy a gold picka necklace..."

"You can also get an elf wife!

That's not true.

It is certainly a romantic event for an elf to be given an emerald necklace.

But the money sought by the wedding elves here is, in short, about wealth.

A servant standing in line for a sumptuous meal, stylish clothes, a huge mansion.

It is about what can achieve such a high standard of living.

But Zell himself, he's not even familiar with gold.

Then I heard from Bash again.

That's what makes me wonder.

"Nevertheless, how are you going to make money?

"Um, everything. The wrinkle forest is currently experiencing an anomaly and seems to be understaffed"

"An anomaly occurred?

"A zombie. There's a massive outbreak of zombies, and we're having a lot of trouble getting rid of them."

"Ah! No, I saw you on your way!

"They say you'll get some money to get rid of one zombie."

"You're getting easier to understand!

Thus the hero of the oak decided to work part-time as a zombie hunter.

Let us no longer say that the lives of the zombies are lights in front of the wind.

No, was it gone already?

"Quickly, we're going to kill the zombies! Zombies move more vigorously at night, so I'll be right there... I guess I'll have to go back to the inn and get my gear! It's not okay to defile the beautiful treat I bought!

"Oh, go back to the inn first!

Bash nodded with Zell and left the store between closings.

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Leaving the store, the sun was completely down and the surroundings were already dark.

But in addition to the moonlight, there is no reason to not see your feet because of the magical lights everywhere.

In the past, such lights never existed.

Elves can magically foresee the night.

The forest has quite a few dark places even during the day, but the elves preferred dark shadows among them.

Never turn on the light. I don't even use fire.

Elves are those who lurk in darkness.

That's what they thought in the oak.

But Bash thought it never was.

The elves prefer a brighter place than the humans.

That's just what the war was doing.

That was evidence that the elves, who seemed like that euphoric homicide group, were treating me more casually to bash than I thought.

During the war, the elves never caught me.

It was just like being bloody eyed and waving swords and magic.

If I put Bash in front of me, I've been cursing, scorning, or threatening him with dirty words.

That's just the end of the war. Oh, it changes.

Just thinking about it somehow sprouted something warm in Bash's heart.

"So - what the hell!

"But..."

"What!? You, my..."

Second, it sounded like someone was arguing in Bash's ear that was wandering.

No, rather than arguing, does it feel like one of you is talking foolishness and the other is knocking it out?

Bash points his gaze in the direction of his voice.

Then two men and women walked in.

"Roughly, why can't those guys decide for themselves! You think so too, don't you? Huh?"

"That's because Sonia once said," Let yourself through. "

"... no, but hey, you should make your own decisions about that, right? Until it's this late at night, uh, just gagging, gagging, calling me like a kid! What the fuck! A child!?

"If the person below decides what to judge for himself, the organization will not be formed... that's what Sonia said."

"Guru."

One was wearing an elf army uniform. A man.

The other wears a dark green robe and a triangular hat.

But what bothered Bash was not their outfit.

"Mm."

And that's where the woman noticed the bash better.

"You...!

The woman stood still and put her hand on her hip cane.

Bash, in contrast, put his arms around it.

It is an oak stream statement of intent that it is not going to be hostile.

……

It was a beautiful elf.

High nose, long cut blue eyes, pointed jaw, long ears.

The back length is smaller and the chest is smaller like an elf.

Her hair was crisp and blonde, reflecting the moonlight and looking sparkly.

Of course, it looks familiar.

It is an elf who gave me a mouthful when I entered the country.

Then the man was of those who were your men.

Beautiful elves.

Of course Bash cared about his face, but what bothered him the most was somewhere else.

(Sir, sir!

In Bash's ear, the fairy began to whisper.

(Look at that woman's head! There are no flowers! I'm gonna be single!

(Oh, I know!

What Bash was looking at was a woman's head.

There should be flower decorations there that mean married people... but there wasn't.

I'm unmarried.

This beautiful elf.

(What do we do?

(Calm down. If you get gutted, you can't do it. Be careful here...... let's start by thanking you when you enter the country)

Copy that.

Bash nodded and confessed to the woman with the surprised face.

"I was taken care of when I entered the country. Thank you again."

While meeting Zell in a whisper, Bash's eyes didn't leave the woman.

The woman had spotted it again.

Keep an eye on yourself while you put your arms together. He said he was on guard.

I think the woman is superior, but she couldn't move at the same time.

You can't get your hands off yourself.

"Heh, heh! There's nothing wrong with that. I'll even welcome the oak to the elves right now. The war is over, you know?

"Exactly."

My servant bows his head softly.

But that gaze didn't come off the bash. He was staring at the bash as if to shoot through.

If you make a suspicious move, I'll kill you, that's what he said out loud.

Such glances are, of course, familiar to Bash.

It's no different than being seen normally.

"But don't worry a little!

In the woman's words, Bash's breasts roared with tokens.

"Do you care? Me?

"Oh, yeah!

Bash's chest rings.

Haven't you ever recorded such a heart rate on the battlefield?

Bash listened back as he baffled his heart to the point where it seemed so.

And look at Chirali and Zell.

(pulse, ant!

Zell had his thumbs up.

"How do you care?

"What the hell are you... what are you doing here?

"To do what, then?

"Ugh, um. Your identity is already broken. It's an oak hero bash, an oak town. That leaves the country, to the Elf country, what are you up to!? Ah!?"

The last one was no longer intimidation.

but bash is of course an oak warrior.

It's no different from an ordinary conversation such as intimidation.

I was bash happier that you were interested in yourself than that.

"Um, that's..."

I have a pulse, and I'm interested in this one over there.

Then you will no longer be lost.

I propose, I'm in bed.

Nevertheless, Bash knew it was too early.

Earlier, ten elf women had just waved me for lack of money.

It is obvious that suddenly proposing here will not work.

What an explanation......

(Hey, husband, husband)

To the stray bash, Zell slapped his ear.

(What?

(I thought, "Here's one, what do you say we set a goal for this girl?

(Aim? What's this all about?

(Elves are monogamous, women accompany one man. And naturally to the man, I hope it's all the way)

(What are you trying to say?

(From now on, instead of calling out to all kinds of kids, you're only going to propose to this girl who's going to have a pulse! That would definitely increase your success rate!

(I see!)

The elf woman in front of me is unmarried, and she has a pulse.

It's better than ever.

It makes sense to increase the success rate of a proposal to such an opponent as much as possible.

(Though, I guess I shouldn't propose right now. I don't have a golden necklace yet. For one thing, this is where my husband tells them that he's also interested in them, but the purpose is boggling, saving money, buying a gold picka necklace, and proposing later...... go the stream!

(Roger that!

Bash thought.

That's Zell.

On the battlefield, I have been helped many times by these drives of Zell.

I got into a predicament as often as I did, but Bash is a big man. I don't care about such trivialities.

"Purpose…"

"Yes, it's a purpose!

"... then let's just say one thing"

Tell them you're interested.

How?

Bash's brain spinning more fully than ever.

Make use of what you have learned in the human country, while choosing words.

"I'll see you again."

"Huh? To see me...... so!?

To the words, the elf opened his eyes.

"What do you mean!? Ah!?"

"Huh, sooner or later I know..."

That's what Bash said, turning his heel back.

Mysterious and prestigious.

That's what I learned in Crassel, the national fortress city of Humans.

On top of that, he showed interest in the other person, and his purpose bogged down.

(Nice try, sir! That's all right!

Perfect.

That's what Bash thought.

That's what Zell thought.

The two of them rushed their way to the inn to hurry to hunt for the zombies, even as they felt the response to this encounter.

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After the woman saw Bash disappear into the darkness, she said potpourri in a fearful manner.

"I don't know why..."

I don't know why.

Only a woman thought so.

That's right.

She clenched her fist and stepped on the estate.

"Fuck yeah! What the fuck! You're really up to something! Then you shouldn't put it that way!? Normally you have to travel to tell me! Hide it properly! You think so too, don't you? Hey!?"

"Yeah...... right. But it's no surprise there's a reason you can't tell me, because the oak hero is moving with patience. Or, because Sonia asked me that way, I couldn't even say I couldn't, and, oh, I had to answer? Orcs weren't originally a good liar."

"What? You're telling me I'm sorry!?

"No way"

The woman stared at me, and the man shrugged his shoulder.

"Anyway! Don't fail to keep an eye on him even more than you know you're up to something!

"Ha, I did. But really, if he were to come again, wouldn't that be to kill Sonia? I found out you had plans, Sonia. Well, me too..."

In the words, the woman's face turned pale.

Oak hero bash.

Everyone who knows its strength makes these faces.

But she shook her head with a boom and held her fist.

"But I can't run away. I'm an elf hero... and I'm a Thundersonian."

Woman... That's what Thundersonia said as she looked at her fist she gripped under the moonlight.