Oukoku e Tsuzuku Michi

"Agil! Your husband's calling! Hurry up!"

The watchman orders me to finish the game and wash my blood with water.

They usually wear shackles and shackles as soon as the game is over and the blood is washed, but they don't have time for that either.

The pig's orders are absolute in "here," and we have to go no matter what.

Do you mean to keep the game longer?

My game is short, for the most part, one blow, and if I wave my sword a couple of times often, that will decide.

As an entertaining owner, I guess you want a more exciting incandescent game.

It wasn't uncommon to be able to complain like that.

"I've got Agil!

"Get in."

A long staircase, climbing a staircase that leads only to a pig's room, screams the watchman in front of a bad-taste decorative door.

The reply was quick when I did, and my pig husband was thought to be in a hurry.

There were two of them behind the door.

A lady in her mid-thirties dressed in luxury with her familiar pig husband.

The smell of strong perfume and the flirty skirt is not familiar with "here" at all.

"Agil! This one can be given to Baroness Medile! Say hello!"

The watchman goes down by the door.

I guess he's a woman of higher stature than he can talk to without permission, too.

Daita, is this the reason why pigs were present at today's game because of this older woman?

"It's Agil.

"Ugh, I saw the game earlier. You're still a kid, but you're strong enough."

Madame crawls her hands on my chest plate and belly with a seemingly classy, but colorful look.

I'm not wearing anything but my usual outfit, or the cloth on my waist.

"You're a really amazing muscle even though you're a kid."

It's an honor, ma'am.

You just keep saying this to this pact, that's what I've learned from past experience.

"Buhihi, if you'll excuse me, Dear Medile, before you play with this guy, let's talk about the price first..."

The pig calls only poorly with a nasty grin.

The lady answers with a slight glance.

"I know, I'll give you two gold coins."

"Bu-ha! That's not enough, maybe Agil's the most popular in our game, and after the game, he needs to rest his body, specially for his wife."

I've never heard you talk about resting after a game.

Mocking in my heart, the point is, this woman came to hold me.

It was also shortly after we killed each other, and I guess we came to satisfy the perverse desire to be held by a man like the one with the blood back on him.

"If you give me two gold coins, I can buy you a fancy city whore! Make it so dirty..."

"What Master Buhihihi-Medile said, you are absolutely right, but there are no more rough men in the city than this one."

I hear a lot about gold and silver coins, but how much is it worth?

I only know "here". Naturally, I don't know the value of gold coins at all.

If two pieces of gold were for a loaf of bread, I'd just feel bad.

The pig orders Eigil if he thinks he can't decide to negotiate, for example.

"Agil, get naked! And you go downstairs and grab the sword this guy was using! The one with the blood on it!!

Apparently, this woman prefers savage men.

I take my hipster off without complaining, I have no idea how to embarrass myself naked in the first place.

When she removes her hipster and gets naked, the wife's eyes give rise to heat.

"I'd love to, Master Medile, but this guy's not mature yet, but he's quite the size."

"Such a boy has such a vicious thing..."

"Buhi! However, since it is only after the game, it may be a little teethless and forceful, but how can I forgive you?"

"Rough, forceful, huh..."

The lady approaches me and strokes the delicacy slowly.

This woman didn't like it, but her instincts burned when she was stimulated where the blood was rolling, and she just happened to be full.

The woman who says Medile the hardened sole in her hand stares at her as if she had been floated by heat.

I suppose you imagine me spinning around inside you.

"But ten pieces of gold is too much."

Apparently, my husband had hoisted up to ten gold coins.

My hands won't stop rubbing up my delicacies as I complain.

If you don't give me a break, I'm going to lose my mind.

That's where the door knocks and one of the watchmen comes in.

I used it in an earlier game, carrying two men's blood and a big sword painted on their organs.

"I brought it as you ordered.

"Buhi, all right, Eigil, hold that sword! It's like showing your wife your body!

You saw it as another push from what happened to Madame earlier, I order you to stimulate your perverse passion.

But the watchman hesitated to give me the sword.

I don't have any shackles or shackles on me right now.

This could be fun.

"Buhi what are you doing! Noroma! Guzz! I'm willing to keep Master Medile waiting!

My husband raises his anger.

It's dangerous, but the watchmen both have leather armor wrapped around them and spears.

There won't be anything like bare Agil defying in the true sense, and more than that, if you piss off your husband any more, it sounds like a paycheck.

Their clandestine pleasure, the girl's picking and eating will also be difficult.

"Ha, I'm sorry. Agil, hold it!!

That moment when one of the watchmen handed Agil a sword and tried to keep it back.

The bloodshed dances.

He dropped his neck on the floor with a bewildered look.

Bachun

Is this what it sounds like?

It sounded mild to the outside for the sound of people's lives disappearing.

"What?" "Bu-ha?" "Gyu."

It must be unconscious of the three of them to raise their voices at the same time, I'm the only one who knows what happened.

The situation moves further before the three of us figure out what happened.

When I cut one head off from under my chin with a slash up, I slashed the other watchman diagonally from his shoulder with a machete to return.

Leather armor is of no use.

"Buho! Oh, my God!

"No... hey goo!!

The pig master, finally able to grasp the situation, says something, albeit domorious.

Madame tried to scream, but my sword stuck her in the chest and stopped screaming.

The lady's body pierces the tans as it continues its momentum and collapses to the forehead as the sword is pulled out, blowing blood bubbles.

Now the threat is gone.

Naturally, I dived the dead line every day with a watchman who had no choice but to humiliate an irresistible child, and if we had weapons together, there was no reason to lose.

"Oh... Buhi!... why!... How could you... Bu-ha!... Impossible!!

I slowly reclaim my sword and head towards my pig master.

"Why! Why are you doing this! You resented me!!

Agil talks while avoiding the bubbles flying out of the pig's mouth.

"No, I never resented you."

"Bye! Why! Why!!"

"I wanted to try."

I can do it for a moment.

"What... what...?

"If I had a sword without shackles or shackles, I could kill all the people here."

The pig master doesn't seem to say two words.

"I just figured it out when I got my sword in my hand. I was wondering if I could kill these guys and get out now."

"Do something stupid! Which way, there are many armed men outside! They're gonna find us and kill us!

Every time I heard a pig scream, my heart went calm.

"It could be. But maybe not."

Laughter leaks.

I didn't even know if I was happy to be out there or if I was looking forward to the upcoming killings.

"Usually I fought and won, but it was the same repetition again"

I had eyes with my pig master.

"Hiya!!

"Looks like if we win the next fight, we can get out there."

The pig master screams.

I'm sure I had a great smile.

I was simply looking forward to it.

If it works, I might be able to get out.

Maybe there's something interesting out there.

If you lose, you die, but that's the same as always.

I turned my back on my pig master and started peeling off the armor of a watchman with a cracked head.

Wear armor and start wearing the cloth underneath.

I'd like to raise my chances of surviving at all.

Different heights make it unsuitable, but tear the hem to fit the size.

I will be wearing the leather armor I can wear for the first time with difficulty.

I couldn't move.

Most importantly, the door is beyond him, and if you shout out and call people, they'll kill me instantly.

I'm showing my back defenselessly, but I don't really think I can beat a fat guy if I ambush him.

I'm anxious not even to tie up the girl I'm here with.

And there are hopeful observations.

This guy didn't kill me, who should have the most grudges.

Despite killing even the irrelevant Mrs. Medile, yes.

"Okay, I could wear it! I don't know how it is, but it's different sizes."

He's been here since he was a toddler, so it shouldn't be like common sense.

This could survive if you forgive him well.

He ends up wearing armor, puts a big sword in his right hand, carries a watchman's spear in his left hand, and he moves his gaze to me like he's ready.

"Well that's it, I know how you want to see the outside world. There's gonna be resentment for me. You didn't kill me. I think you had some thoughts as my husband, and I'll respond to that."

Float the humble sales smile you have worked out for your aristocratic counterpart.

"If you leave like this, I'll make a big deal out of you here for a while, and that'll make it easier for you to escape too"

But expectations are betrayed in an instant.

"Resentment? Is there any mistake?

There seems to be a fundamental and deadly mistake.

"There's no resentment for you, is there? I don't even have feelings as a husband."

"Bu-ha! Then why am I the only one who can help..."

The boy laughed lightly.

As soon as I saw that eye, I was certain of death.

"Because you're the weakest. That's why I thought it would be the last time."

That's just it.

He just says he doesn't need to deal with it until the very end because he's the weakest opponent.

Bachun

You can hear the noise, and the scenery goes around.

The consciousness disappeared dark before it touched the floor.

I kick the door open with a weapon in my hands and go down the stairs.

Open the door and first flash a great sword at the man in your eye, kicking the man down the stairs who collapses screaming.

Run straight down the stairs, slamming the spear between the eyebrows of the man looking up to see what happened.

Pulling a spear forcefully from a man who collapses while cramping, he just runs down a long hallway.

I know the exit, the entrance where new kids are always brought leaks lights every time they open.

"Hey! What the hell... hey! What!"

You mistook me for a moment to look at the leather armor and think I was a watchman, rushing to pierce the spear into the belly of the man pointing the spear, sticking it straight up against the wall of every spear.

Take the man's sword and run again.

"You!! Please, help me! Let me out!

They are in a small room facing the corridor that rushes through, calling in unison.

Few people have lived there since they were as attentive as I am.

Mostly something that knows the outside world, begging me to be desperate and free.

I wasn't willing to do anything to help them.

He said if you want to live, if you want something, you should fight to get it.

But I'll get away with it. It could be enough to help.

The sword waves and the lattice crushes every key.

Plaid on both sides of the aisle breaks down as if it were a paperworker.

My children jump out and run towards the exit.

A grudge and a cry of plea echoes from the room that didn't hit my passage.

Did you find out?

No longer, all the watchmen, whose secrecy is devoid of shards, pop up and meet each other there.

A person who falls on the spot after being struck with a spear pattern, or a child who is being skewered and screaming as a result of resisting.

The underground prison turned into hell in a different way than before.

It was my swinging sword that would add flowers to that hell.

"Oh no!

People splash with screams, literally become parts and splash.

The sword is a flesh-cut knife that dismantles people, and the spear is a human hammer that wields the skewered person intact.

Where the death storm I create ripped off the tenth watchman, I reached the thick leaking tree door of the light.

The doors of the trees that were sprayed were also smashed in just seconds, and the children jumped out under the light ahead of me.

"Is this the outside..."

Stop moving a little bit.

I could feel the sunlight through the windows even from the basement.

But the soft wind and the sun pouring down on one side, and the space stretching out to endless lengths of running at all costs, were all things I had never felt before in my life.

The kids run in the direction of their thoughts too, I guess they can't afford to care how the guy next door gets away.

There's no sign of them coming after us from behind.

Or did you already kill him?

"What!? That" "Hitoshi!!

People around the exit make a scene when a bloody group comes out.

This facility appears to have been built somewhere popular for outings.

Was that why it was made up as a show?

"Guards! Call the guards!!

I heard that. The kids run out of anything, I don't know what it is either, but for now I ran and ran until people were gone.

"I could have won the bet and escaped safely, but what shall I do?"

I did everything I could to get out of here.

But there was no reason to want to do something in the outside world.

It was just a thought to pop out into the outside world.

I wonder if I'll figure it out sometime.

I know I am ignorant.

Then I thought I'd let myself be.

You'll hit something funny if you walk along the road.