Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

19 Feb 7450

In the village of Tankur, golzondkuri was still roaring vigorously today.

- Well, I'm hungry, and you want to eat...

Golzondkuri looked around as he lifted his neck only from his cozy bunk.

It seems like it's time to start emitting strange odors because we're piling up corpses to surround our beds, but we're still in the middle of winter.

Though the warm Dart Plains, corruption does not yet seem to have begun.

Crawling out of the nest, Gorzondokouri stretches his body wide and heads to the sleigh of and cultivated land on the north side.

There's a lot of people down there the other day.

Slowly move around while people are falling to see their preferences and start choosing this morning's meal.

Initially there were as many as 2,500 living bait, but the number of shadows falling today is not that high.

Would it be roughly half?

Of course some have disappeared and been eaten by golzondokouri, and some have turned into dragon beds after being scattered as objects of witchcraft.

That number is not small.

But there were also hundreds of units of those who had succeeded in escaping from hell as the roaring effect time expired.

Those who had fallen far from their dwelling areas heard the roar, but the volume was reduced by the distance, because the roar could not be effective.

- Shit, you're already dead around here...

It's been eight days since I counted from day one, although I tied him up with severe panic and raised a regular growl not to miss him.

In the meantime, it was only about raining, and people dying of debilitation continued to suffer from dehydration.

In addition to the fact that everyone's intestines are almost empty and the clutter is diminishing, the blood is thickening and tasting due to dehydration, and I think it would be better for humans to leave Golzondo Cooli alone for a little while.

However, when he died, the taste rapidly disappeared, and after hours of death, he also realized that it would no longer taste good.

walked around between the sleigh and the falling shadow, and finally found only one, barely breathing prey.

- Dark and delicious!

Strike the tongue drum.

Apparently, this is the last of our living prey.

Golzondokouri must go hunting for their prey.

- Do you inflate your belly with the guy around there for now?

In the woods surrounding the cultivated land, he roared with an all-out loud voice towards the area where there were signs of humans.

But I don't hear a scream that's drawn to me, which is a sign of panic caused by a growl.

This was something I expected to do to some extent, so I just sighed a small sigh and changed my mind.

We have already learned that humans have people whose growls work and those who don't.

but the difference between the two is uncertain.

That annoys him anyway, but I caught them both and didn't find much difference in comparison.

Initially, I grew up a lot and wondered if the guy with the bigger body wouldn't be affected, but I only found out that it was apparently out of sight.

It also became his knowledge of race and gender due to differences in ear shape and the presence or absence of tails, but this also seems to have absolutely nothing to do with whether the growl works or not.

Lurking in the woods, he's paying attention to this one. It's a little cumbersome hunting humans whose growls don't work, but I can't change my belly on my back.

Golzondkuri spread his wings.

"Grrrrrrrrrr......"

Switch your mind as you rattle your throat.

"Dedegoi!"

I use a vocal cord that's not very suitable for speaking and spit out a human-like word.

I've been practicing talking for a couple of days now because I have something to think about, but I'm still a little bit confused about not being able to speak well.

The “word” that I have recently learned not only enhances his ability to think, but also makes it convenient for him to convey his thoughts to others.

February 20, 7450.

Around noon this day, we reached a point less than 60 km from where Mizuchi and the others were.

If we're going to rush at full speed, we'll be in position to arrive in less than two hours.

Well, whatever Uranus is wearing a magical hoof if he runs through at full speed for two hours, I won't be able to move around busily.

Now on the verge of entering Count Dressler's territory, we have just finished lunch in a city called Farnoman, south of Viscount Raylain's territory.

And as always, Andersen's sister was replacing the horse.

Seeing you just got back, it seems that you hadn't even negotiated in a busy manner.

I guess I switched it in word at great cost again.

I don't know how much I'm losing per head, but even assuming it's a million, I think the damage until I get to the territory (Dasmog) will be around 20 million or over 30 million.

Ma, it's not my purse, and I don't care because I seem to convince myself.

"Thank you for waiting, my lord. Let's go."

Andersen said with a cool face.

Well, maybe he even receives a fair amount from his father.

We marched on the horse again.

If things go well at this rate, we will be able to reach Dasmog tonight, and the afternoon after tomorrow we will be able to reach the village of Darbin, where the Mizchis are.

Andersen also seems to see Dasmog as a crossing point and says he won't do anything to stay for a while and get out of the fatigue of the long journey.

Though dragons don't always come any time soon, there's no way that Heaven knows when they're coming or not.

I guess I'm just ahead of time and I'm not going to leave any more than I might have a fight before I catch up.

In case a dragon comes in the meantime, there's no way I'll wait.

It would be tough if I missed the fight because of that.

The village of Darbin began to be engulfed in the evening.

"Hmm. That's it at last?...... aitatatata"

A corner of the square that extends into the heart of the residence.

Rocco is slapping himself on the hips next to Scoop, who stuck out to the ground.

"Oh. I was horrified to be done before the sun went down..."

Answering, Tris sitting on the ground also wipes the sweat that is erupting on his forehead.

The lightning rod is positioned five meters apart from the front, rear, left, and right.

Eight vertical and horizontal, one side is like a 35m square eye, and I have just finished digging a hole for the last six or four lightning rods.

Mizuchi has brought in a total of 100 minefield needles, and more than 30 have been erected on the roof of the building and on the lookout, and this one has already been worked on.

By the resting tris, Xenom is supporting the bottom part of the lightning rod with his hands as it is plugged into the drilled hole, and Zulu is waving the gavel with his head turned.

You have to punch a copper bar 90 centimeters into a hole dug at a depth of about 60 centimeters.

Guyn!

There was a loud noise, and the copper pile plunged ten centimeters into the ground.

Gain! Gain!

The pile decreases its height each time it is punched in, but the depth it plunges into the ground every more time it is shot in decreases its width.

The area was getting dark so Tris used the magic of the lights to secure the lights.

As Rocco looks up at the sight, Bell is looking around.

If there were no abnormalities, we would be down in a little while.

Thirty minutes later, the height of the pile finally reached about 30 cm at the same time as the sun completely went down.

The rest is not much of a hassle.

This makes me fully prepared to intercept.

22 Feb 7450

Nor can you find creatures that are likely to feed on animals, monsters, etc. if you roar and observe them carefully as they fly over the woods that stretch over the Dart Plains.

But in the deep woods.

If it falls in the shadow of a tree, it is hardly difficult to find it, and even if it does, it is rarely found by more than a dozen herds.

It's hard to forget the other day's experience with the big herd all over the place, and I don't want any trouble if I can.

Golzondokouri was therefore looking for a place where there was likely to be a large herd, that is, a place similar to the village of Tankur, where there was a sleeping bed.

As a result, three days ago, we had found and raided the village of Kincade in the east of the village of Tankur, the village of Guimari a little further south the day before, and the village of Denang in the southwest yesterday.

However, because there were only a small number of people in every village, it was only over to fill the belly of the day.

And I was still looking for the surrounding villages on this day using the village of Tankur as my starting point.

I'm flying north from Tankur village today.

- Shit, is there only a small herd...

Above the Dart Plains, to make it easier to find prey, Golzondkuri, who found a small group of knolls, will be disappointed while flying as slowly as possible through a low altitude of about fifty meters.

A small group of people who can see through the gaps in the trees seem to have hair all over their bodies, but unlike humans, they don't seem to be wearing “clothes” or “armor” things.

Looks easier to eat than a human for that.

But the body looks considerably poorer than humans, and the numbers are small.

It would be easy to panic with a growl, but it's hard to say what a prey you are eating.

- Oh, I knew the first place was the best...

Golzondkuri gazes at the ground as he flies further north over the Knolls.

And I only came as far as to put the village of Darbin in its sight at any time.

- Hmm? What is that...?

Something thin and white is rising from the place I visited about ten days ago.

Naturally, it's the smoke from the fire that the Mizuchis are burning.

- I know! There's a fire under there. You're back!?

Golzondokouri, who revealed a delightful colour, increased his altitude slightly, speeding it up.

"You're here!!"

Lar screamed as he climbed the sight.

"Over there!

And pointed to those who see flying demons approaching.

It looks southeast with the village as its starting point.

"You're here! Hey, he said he's here!

As Rocco, firmly dressed in leather armor, rises to jump from the bench he placed on the walls of the Lords' Hall, he runs out toward a forest of minefield needles that forests in front of him when he shouts inside through the window of the hall that remains open.

"Almost there, Al!

"I have no choice!

Tris and Bell were also standing on the wall, grabbing each prey and rushing outside.

"It's been a long time since I've been in a big rush..."

"Mr. Mizchi, to Mr. Al!

Xenom and Guineh head outside too.

"Ma'am, get ready...!

Zulu looks back at Mizuchi's bow and arrow, and Mizuchi, who remains on the table when he takes the rifle gun.

At that time Mizuchi already has a serious look with his hands on something he put on the table.

In addition to four bullets with roses, he hangs magical weaponization (Enchanted Weapon) magic on two bullets, one or four in total.

At the level of Mizuchi, the limit is still 14 shots at a time.

Because of this, the effect time is twenty-six minutes after the magic takes effect.

That said, Mizuchi's arms, who used this sorcery several times a day until he came to the village of Darbin, are considerably up, and in less than twenty seconds the sorcery is to be completed.

When Mizuchi's hand emitted the magical light, the light moved onto the bullet she was touching.

Zulu stripped to take the bullet that emitted a dazzling magical light, and now pushing the clip containing two and four bullets in front of Mizuchi, he headed for the window with the bullet that had just been hung by magic.

There was already a bell outside the window, waiting with an open rifle with a play bottom (bolt).

Having received three bullets from Zulu, Bell leaves only one shot and passes the other two to Tris.

Then, he put a magical bullet in an empty clip on the spot, and when he fitted it in the gun, he bolted it back and sent the bullet into the pharmacy.

Zulu, like Bell, loads his rifle gun with magic bullets.

The clip, which was emptied between them, was removed and placed at his feet, and five clips were fitted into the gun.

Zulu jumps out of the window and runs away to fly one when he hangs his hand on the window frame.

Tris will be gone by then.

Mizuchi quickly loaded the clip onto his gun as he finished hanging his magic on the new bullet and rose out of his chair.

When you throw a clip loaded with five bullets on the bell waiting outside the window and a clip loaded with four bullets, you carry an arrow and hang your bow and gun on your shoulder.

And as the momentum ran out towards the window, neither the bow nor the gun jumped outside without hitting the window frame.

As soon as I look back, I run up the ladder that was hanging on the roof and head to the side of the lightning rod that was erected on the roof.

By that time, the ralls that had climbed the sight had also descended downstairs, putting them in revolver short guns (pistols) that hung on their hips when they received only one bullet from Tris.

The gne is long over, in the woods of thunderbolt needles.

When Mizuchi, who went out late from everyone, saw everyone pointing their fingers from the holding on the roof, he saw a pale dragon approaching rapidly.

There is still quite a distance.

but it won't take a few more minutes to arrive.

- Swim!

He told Al to start the interception battle with the codes of [Troop Formation (Party)].

"How long will you be there?

Andersen asked Al looking a little tired.

Because he was dressed in hot and painful leather armor, imitating Al, who had been wearing armor since morning, to arrive in the village where the killer (Slaters) would be waiting by the end of the day.

"At this rate, I don't think Darbin Village will be an hour away."

Al answered facelessly.

The horse is well on his way with a regular footsteps called Pacapaca, and the itinerary is digested well.

But then.

Kick Al stared forward.

"What is it..."

Andersen asks what the hell was going on, but before he could finish saying it all, Al looked back as he rode and took the helmet he had hung in his saddlebag and worn it.

And I say it under my chin as I tie a string.

"The battle begins. If you're coming with me, be prepared."

With that said, I munched into horseback riding.

"Huh? Hey, wait!

Andersen also hurries to munch in.

Her horse is not a military horse or anything, it's a very normal passenger horse.

Unlike Al's military horse, Uranus is so fast that he can't catch up, even though all his luggage is loaded in the carriage.

"Hey! Horses at that speed...!!"

The distance from Al opens up a little bit.