Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

Two weeks have passed since then.

Inside the Witte tribe is narrow. I wanted to avoid running into him first when I went out, and Barche was trying to stay home as long as possible. I also noticed that I was just wasting my rice at home, so although I tried to learn leather craftsmanship from my mother for comfort, I just wasted materials and tools without doing very well. I'm good at acquiring skin from tailored prey, but I'm still not on my own.

Hunting still suits me sexually. You still have to convince Chaga to do that.

Half to go until the month I set the deadline.

But as it is, I'm not going to stand for the next three days.

I've put enough time aside. No, not yet, it's still early.

I was spending a full moon night with such a twisted feeling.

- Suddenly, it happened.

Zuzun, Barchet looked up, sounding like he was in the stomach.

"... what?

The house rocks and small fragments pour into the room from the walls and ceilings.

Earthquake? No, no. There was a sound of something heavy falling to the ground from somewhere. That shouldn't happen during an earthquake.

Zuzun, and I heard that sound again.

Is it your fault? I think I heard it just a little closer than I just did.

Zung.

No, it's not an illusion. The sound was definitely getting closer to this one.

Nor does that sound from afar.

Near... At least, I think I heard it from inside.

Zung.

The next shake is even stronger. The sound is loud, too. I mean, close.

Zung.

Besides, if it wasn't my mistake...

Zung.

It sounds familiar somewhere.

... Zung.

At the same time as I heard a noise near the moment, the moonlight disappeared from the window.

Did the moon hide in the clouds?

Unexpectedly Birche rides himself out the window.

... dark. It was dark outside.

Weird. Although it's a cloudy night, there's no way I can even see the house beyond the window. Not to mention Birche is a hunter. I have absolute confidence in my eyes. I've never missed a trail of prey in a mountain at night.

I looked around wondering and then looked up over my head.

- Full moon.

A round light overlooks Birche from the top. But if the moon is lit, how can it be so dark?

"... Huh?

... and notice.

There are two full moons.

No, one is not the moon. From time to time, the light appears when it disappears in an instant.

I've seen it, it was light.

"G, G, G..."

"Hiya!?

To the voice that came down from above, I remember.

Oh, yeah.

That light, my eyes. And because that giant is blocking the moonlight, it's so dark around here, he said.

To Birche's raised voice of fear, he narrows his eyes satisfactorily.

- Cyclops eyes.

That was who the second full moon was.

"Birche, what's going on? - Ah?

"What the hell..."

My parents, who came rushing to her screams, accidentally stop thinking.

'Cause that would be it.

This can't be happening.

This is a birch forest. It is the resting place of the Witte tribe, protected by the junction imposed by the spirits of the trees. There's no way a demon like this could show up there.

No, if he showed up... he couldn't have gone unnoticed when he went through the junction.

"Shit, Father! Mother, run now!

"Oh, oh! Look, Mother, come on!

"Wait, what happened..."

"Fine!

I drop off my father taking my mother out, and Birche moves to get out of the house, too.

It wasn't out of filial piety or courage that my parents moved out after they left. It's just because I lost my back to the fear I remembered and couldn't move aggressively.

(Ugh, move, move! Eh, the elf hunter, stops tied to fear, etc. -!)

Leaving the house trying to roll out, putting live in a trembling ankle.

As if you were waiting for it,

"G, ha, ha, ha, ha!

A giant fist was wiping out Birche's raw house.

"Nah......!?

In the aftermath of the shock, Birche's body dances a mildly blown away universe.

I desperately regained my position and prepared myself for settling as I felt the heavens and earth swap over and over again.

Passive. Hits the ground from the back, rolls with a gobble and rises with less impact.

It was a gift of suppleness and reflex nerves that I worked out by hanging wild mountains as a hunter.

"How dare you take our house...!

Turn your anger into a warlike spirit to subdue your fears and stare at the giant that can conquer you.

Tremors don't go away, but not so much that they can't move. There are no bows and arrows, but unlike then, there are some people inside, including my father. Now she bit her back teeth hard wondering if it was something she was just afraid of.

My father, who was out one foot there, rushes over.

"Are you all right, Birche!?

"Yes.... more than that, Father, what about the bow?

"I blew it up with the house...... Shit, no matter how aggressive it was, I didn't know you couldn't bring it up!

I wonder what that means. No bows for hunters with all parents and children.

I'm not used to this. I have no choice but to fight with magic or borrow the spare of others.

It's an unfavourable situation to deal with a terrible enemy. But Birche still doesn't despair. It is inexplicable that we were broken into without any reaction to the junction, but this is our home. Join the foster people who are supposed to hear the noise and rush, beating them all at once in large numbers. Cyclops is a difficult opponent on a one-on-one basis, but only weapons are giant and powerful. If you keep wrapping it up and showering magic and bows and arrows and hanging it, you can always defeat it.

"What's that noise now?......!? Cyclops!?

"A demon! The demon is inside!

Screaming begins to rise from a nearby house. I noticed the noise.

"Father, people are coming. Join them and fight."

"Oh, I know.... Mother, you go and speak to the outside house. There's no way I'm aware of this noise, but I'm still swallowing it, and it's not like I don't have an idiot."

"You, Barche......!

Harsh talk, but my mother is powerless in battle. A warm woman, unlike her husband or daughter. My father would be right to keep him away from the line in the name of a liaison.

My father turns away from his crying-faced mother and lifts up his voice to those inside.

"Listen! It's the appearance of a passing object! I don't know why he suddenly appeared inside. But the proud Witte tribe has one thing to do! It lies in ambushing those who are outside the culinary system and protecting the peace of the inner and woods! And he that hath a bow shall set up, and he that knoweth the guidance of the devil shall speak!

"Oh, whoa!

The voice of the hunter's father, who had experience, seemed instantly to calm the hearts of the neighbors who stood.

With emotion at how it goes, Birche sends her mother out.

"Sa, Mother. Just like your father said."

"Yeah...... Birche, be careful. I asked for this guy."

"I understand.... Saah!

Drop off my rushing mother and see a giant nestled under the moon.

Cyclops don't move. I look at this one with my fangy mouth, its two ends hoisted up.

... laughing. That recognition made the core of my head hot again.

What's funny? Do you like the haste of those who are smaller than yourselves?

That growth, I will make you regret it. Birche swears firmly.

"... with that and the malady laws, I want to borrow two bows! Our stuff was damaged by an ambush. Does anyone have a spare!?

"What, I'm not talking about a hunter being helpless.... Who has a replacement bow?

"We have one! What else?!?

"Hate, only my own things"

"My home is a magician. I'm sorry I didn't bring it with me."

But the trouble is, the bow is for one.

said Birche.

"Your father will use it. I haven't even returned what was taken away from me."

"My stupid daughter. If you're talking about muscle, there's no way parents can let their kids go with their whole hips."

"You're the fool. He who holds the head in this place must wear a bow. There is also a sign to those who follow it."

Given that, the bow was best used by my father.

Give me another elf with Birche. Just fighting with the magic of being born won't be a foothold.

A father who is an excellent hunter to the masses and is falling into a position to sum up this place deserves a bow.

"Look, it's a bow"

"Oh, thank you for letting me use it.... Birche, now you can think and say things too? Don't go hunting for a while. It's a bleeding achievement."

Father says as he pulls the strings to see how the bow he receives.

"Just kidding. More than that..."

"Oh, it's time for him to move, isn't it?

Did you let a large number of non-combatants escape and wait until this one was ready?

Cyclops narrowed his monocular eyes happily.

"G, G, G...! Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Zung.

With a laugh and a sound of ground, the giant took a step this way.

(Walking?

He doesn't run over and attack me, he slowly comes this way.

It was an unintended act.

Even though this one is smaller than the enemy, there are all bow masters and magic users. The pinnacle of stupidity, such as walking relaxed close to your opponent with it.

I heard a toothpick in Birche's ear.

That could be what I put up, or it could belong to some other elf.

"That monster, are you making fun of this one?

"... then it's convenient. I'm gonna fold it all up."

"I will pay you for watching us and let you buy us for your life!

The Elves are more willing to fight.

"Opportunity, but no deep pursuit. Sooner or later, the chiefs will rush. Until then, if this one's alive, it's our win."

"I know."

"Nevertheless, I am also certain that the insult is... General, knock it in! Show him what we can do with his eyes!

"" Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Under the first decree, arrows and magic tear the night sky apart and fly.

Birche also joined this with his first offensive magic to chant in years.

Giants - especially cyclops - are therefore vulnerable to magic. Because he is low in intelligence, immature in spirit, and barely equipped with magic. It is also for this reason that it does not possess the power of the Devil's Eye, which is commonly found in other monocular monsters. Still, it's hard to break it with a single wizard because of his stubborn vitality.

But what has now been rolled out is the magically good elf technique. That's more than ten shots at the same time. If you take this for a fishing bottle, there's not a single pile of it, even if it's a tough giant that doesn't like it.

- It should have been.

"... Huh?

At that moment, Birche saw.

A thin, translucent coat of light spread around the cyclops on the brink of a simultaneous magical force.

Magic bursts. But it leads to the skin of the cyclops, just before that.

An arrow is bounced. Again, before shooting at the target, he was bounced by something in the air.

As a result,

"G, G, G..."

- Unharmed.

"Stupid!?

"Yes, what is that now... a magic guardian!?

"Magic Shell" to "Protection"......!?

"Impossible! You're an intelligent giant!? There's no way you can use magic!

One eye laughs at the elves disturbed by the inexplicable reality.

Zung.

And another step was taken.

"Hih......!?

"Don't be afraid! It's not infinite, even if it's a magic shield! Keep hitting him!

Birche's father inspires his frightened companions.

You're absolutely right. We have to somehow pull out that magic shield and finish off the giant.

"Can any of the Mages unlock that defensive magic!?

"When that is… that scale and strength, it is knitted with considerable magic. Even if we try to disarm it here, we need to attenuate it somewhat first."

"You mean we'll have to go on in the end!... Again, let's do it!

"" Oh, whoa!

Another total attack, squeezing his shriveled energy.

In addition to that, Birche thinks.

(Weird...... I can't see Chaga)

Two weeks ago, a friend of mine had an awkward breakup. That's not where I'm going.

No, not only that, but the crowd gathering is too bad for this emergency. All you can see here are residents around the area who were all attacked by Cyclops. It should be time for reinforcements to arrive, and the chiefs, the supreme power of the inside, should not be able to stay this long in this situation.

An attack that spares no doubt is still null and void.

"Guffoo, guffoo, guffoo!

While deepening his abusive grin, Cyclops approaches this one more step.

Zung.

The earth trembled as it rocked this struggling heart itself.

The closer you get, the more overwhelming this body is. The saliva falling from his mouth bounces off to the ground.

To the sight, one of the young elves screamed.

"Oh hey...... hey!? What are the others doing!? What's the length? What are the Chiefs doing at this time?!?

"Here, here! Calm down!"

Birche scolds, screaming the doubts he had in his heart and whispering in his heart.

But the young man shuddered and retreated.

"Can this calm you down, Birche!? Oh, can we beat such a monster alone!?

"Somebody calm him down!... Can't you still lift his fence?!?

"No, you can't! I haven't even disturbed the surgical ceremony yet! Shit, what stupid magic knit are you!?

The magician's reply is also a screaming mix.

The giant blocked the full moon again while playing with this helpless one.

Around the elves, shadows fall.

"G, G, G, G, G...!

"Can't you open it... once we're out of here! Lead them inside and out while joining the others!

Does my father instruct me to do so, but do I think that I have the math to do so myself? The expression was tense, with sweat seeping through his stern face.

reinforcements that never show up. What is the matter, especially with the absence of the chief, who is the spiritual pillar and also the strongest magician in the Rei? Much more flickering from earlier, as answering that question,

- Doo-Wong... Huh!

In the long ears of the elves, I heard a sound like a faraway thunder.

"Hey, what!?

"Cyclops attack, not. The sound now comes from afar..."

- Doo-Wong... Huh!

Now again, a blast from another direction.

And at the same time, the flames rise from the back of the inside, opposite the body of the cyclops.

"No way..."

Birche realized what it meant with the war.

"Not only here... are you even saying that all over the inside is being attacked!?

Slightly back in time.

Ri Chang, who was meditating on his routine in one of the living rooms, looked up when he noticed something.

Elf-like faces have deep statutory lines and wrinkles carved around their eyes. Make a thousand years of youth a long-lived species supposedly to live in, this darkly expressed old colour. How many years have I fulfilled?

"Hey, Bubba."

A calm, deep voice echoes indoors with slight tension.

There's only one long one there. Now I wonder what kind of solitaire.

- I'll tell you to stop calling Bubba, boy.

The figure of a female elf, appearing in metastasis in front of his eyes, at a distance that is likely to be within reach.

This one looks youthful as opposed to the length. Converted to humans, it's around the late twenties. Elves will stay in their early twenties or so for a long time, so they must be old elves sooner or later, but she is called Bubba by the chief, and she calls him Boy.

"Is Bubba a Bubba? Anyway, it's more like that than it was when I was a kid. Besides, stop calling me a boy first."

"Huh, that's how you keep your heart out of women, so you're a boy all the time.... And did the Lord also notice that you called Noon?

At the end of the sensory interaction that had become the norm between the two of them, Bubba said, making the sight harder.

The length is long.

"A disturbing increase in magic occurred inside. Because of the spatial and temporal distractions that I feel on my skin..."

"Massive summons, huh?

"Oh. Probably some kind of invasion. I don't know how I got out of the woods, but I'm pretty sure I'm trying to bring in gestures to take control of this place."

It is a far-fetched matter. Given the magnitude of the technique sensed by the chief, perhaps the enemy should have prepared enough force to plunge the fortified city built by man as well. Since the Witte inhabited this birch forest, it has never been more important in history.

"Is he a human? I hear people who are good at exploring, called adventurers, come into the woods from time to time through the bonds... but no, this is not the scale that humans can exercise."

"I don't know. Was there an extraordinary magician among humans, elves elves elsewhere corrupted and ran to vice, or ancient demons resurrected... in any case, it is not that there is an answer here. Interpretation is useless."

"Right."

In the words of the chief, Bubba too. What we need now is not the identification of the bad guys. It is to hasten against the enemy toward the inside, and to save the family.

"So let's just say you tell the stupid leftovers. Who's in here and who's in there?"

"I'm counting on you, Bubba. No, Master."

"Ho ho! It's been a long time since I've called it that. When the disciple of Azure tells me that, the nose of Noun will also be high. So..."

Go, or the words that follow,

"Kombangwa, say hello, Mass."

By a strangely flat voice, stood up.

"! Who is it!?

Quietly the door of the room can be opened to anyone with a sharp voice.

Standing there was one woman with her head down small.

An elephant of refined parts is the face of a calm young woman. It is an admirable beauty of the beholder, such as based on the golden ratio of shaping. The expression that floats is more nihilistic than calm, and then somewhere smells an uncluttered young man in the face. Silver boneless armor on the body as well as on the silver chest. It exposes the belly of the bare skin and wears skirts with large slits, but it is an unmistakable battle schedule. If you look closely again, you are armored to the knee of your foot. Strange is the ear decoration that stretches to scratch the hair of a luxurious platinum blonde. In the long run, I wonder if it's the horns or if that's the elf's long ear, which, if you look closely, is a metallic covering. Though this seemed deaf, the woman seemed even less crippled.

The woman looks up slowly. He then opened his laying eyes, exposing the supernatural golden eyes to the two of them.

"Hajimemasite, and, Introduce Yourself Mass. The eagle's name is Femme, Death. Opus 05, also known as Mass"

"... why did you come here? What happened to those who had refrained from coming here?

On the overlapping question, the woman named Femme tilts her neck in a grueling motion.

"Error in syntax, Death. One question at a time, please, Mass."

"Yeah, boy! If you are asking questions!? The rest of us who show up in the chief's quarters when we're in trouble, it's all set for the enemy!

The length is sane, as is the Bubba that interrupts the irritation.

It is true that in the midst of all this, he appeared so far without a trace. I don't know where this woman belongs, but she's most likely an enemy.

Fem answered eventually.

"Correct Death, and, graded Mass. Right now, we are in operational action and the target is an elf figure present in the area in question, Death"

"Again! You - no, where are you hands!?

"Silence, so, answer, Mass. Currently, that information is restricted and mass"

Then she pulls her right fist and sticks out her left hand, taking the stand.

It is the setting of a hand-to-hand fight. Female fighters are rare, but they've broken in so far alone. Length reckons that strength will not be as parallel. Seemed to be a pretty difficult enemy.

"But..."

"- The purpose of the blockade is obvious, then you just have to deal with them! Greater Teleport!"

Shortly before the opening of the battlefield, the magic formation of the metastasis spreads to the floor.

Transitions in chanting omissions can be dangerous, but the way ahead is in the middle of knowing on your own. There can be no such thing as a missetting of coordinates.

However,

"... what?

The formation of metastatic magic loses light without being effective and eventually disappears.

… obstruction. We were already prevented from moving in the metastasis.

This would put us in exactly a predicament right now. Inside, we can't go to rescue. There is anxiety in their faces.

"Simultaneously with contact with the eagle, the obstruction is deployed.... Combat Evaluation Exam, Start Mass!

And don't miss the gap in that upset, Fem's fists roar up and fly in.

Aim, sir.

"Grrr!?

On the verge of a direct hit, he manages to take it by spinning the fence with the magic of "Defender".

Though unchanging, it is a guardian spinned by the elf's high-ranking magician. It is not easily penetrated - it was not, but a heavy impact is transmitted over the wall. And without killing it, the long body flew backwards.

Stiff feel of the wall on the back. It was also for a moment, and the crushing noise sounded with intense pain,

"- Boy do it!?

Listening to the voice of the distant Bubba, the chief is ejected outside.

Your body glances and your vision rises. All the starry skies overhead turn into meteors. No, it's me that's flowing. Everything in my sight passes at high speeds because I'm blowing up so much momentum. The chief, who realized the aftermath of this, gasps for pain and lack of acid, yet casts magic.

"" Protection. "Eh!

It was not the earlier instantaneous ultra-hardness barrier that was activated, but continuous physical interference mitigation. The next moment the magic coat pressed wrapped around him, he clashed against the tree, folded flying, and repeated it several times before the long body jumped to the ground.

Rotten soil winds up and pours around.

The chief manages to wake himself up as he muddles and distorts the brilliant old man's face into agony. When you magically heal and restore the shoulders crushed by the collision with the trees, you breathe air into the pulmonary core that was squeezed and emptied.

"Ooh, ooh... ooh"

There was a lot of blood mixed in the airway, I swallowed it hard.

... had a hair in between. If the development of "Protection" had been delayed, the body would have been shattered and scattered as fattening by now into the mother forest.

And I succeeded in getting out of the inn, happy or unhappy. It is also possible that the disruption of metastases is not working here. It is hard to leave the Bubba, a magician and a protector and nurturer from an early age, but the peace of mind inside should be a top priority as the head of this forest.

The moment I tried to make a metastasis with the thought of a severance,

"- No use, Death"

Bulleted impact of a stone thrower.

Once again the forest soil pulls over and the dust storm blows away.

The ground rolled up in such a shape that the cone fell, at its tip, the chaser wakes himself up.

Needless to say, it was femme. Are you telling me you flew all the way out here in one breath from the hole in the wall where you blew yourself out? It's called a ridiculously powerful fistfight earlier, what the hell kind of body can imitate like this?

"The obstruction is widespread," declares Mass. To the area of operations, let them go, Sen. "

Femme fists again as the winding dust rain stops.

In contrast, the chief laughed invincibly.

"You're only after me."

"Based on measured magic, etc., it is determined that the threat level is higher for you, Mass."

"Master Left? But now there's nothing to worry about."

The chief also turns his hand and takes the stand of a magical battle.

The enemy has given priority to this one. Then, Master Bubba - his master remains there.

She's also the old one in there, the second seat. Then you will calmly make your decision and go to the rescue inside. You should put your life on the line - no, throw it away, but keep this opponent.

So the inside is saved. He placed great trust in his master.

"-Fulfilled, is it? and questioning the mass"

"What?"

"Excuse me, and apologize, Mass. That's an unnecessary statement, Sita."

I feel anxiety spreading through my chest at the words of a dolled woman.

Something. Aren't we missing something serious?

Without even trying to exaggerate that question, Opus 05 Femme declares.

"Combat Evaluation Exam, Continued. Expect useful data, Mass."

"... don't die, boy!

An elf woman called Bubba saw Fem leave herself alone and chase the chief, or she was popping out of the room. I feel remorse for spending countless years and being able to tighten my chest to abandon my beloved apprentice who has grown inside with me. but running to help him here is an insult to the way it is.

Her beloved disciple is the head of the inner. A man who has preserved the forest order and the life of his people, even in exchange for his life, and who has lived eternity with pride in it. Then it is the duty of the master to go in his stead when he cannot go to save the inner.

"Knock..."

Without it, tears appear in the eyes of Bubba, who is also known as the Witch of the Forest and the Great Sage.

The chief dies eighty-nine years ago. The Magic Master strikes with the owner of so much power that there is no avant-garde. It is the mountain of Sekiyama that is not given the clearance to speak of the high-altitude technique that serves as a trump card, but a tragic slaughter. The management of the brutal battle had already derived his defeat.

No, if you're as much of a magician as he is, you might open your way with unchanging magic ramblings. The enemy is a Five Body Fist fighter, and even if he inflicts pain on his leg, he slows down his movements and kills a lot of combat power.

It is a thin and sweet expectation. But if you don't lean on that expectation, it's also hard to stand. A pretty apprentice, now a boss, a comrade, and... no, let's stop.

I don't have time for emotions that aren't worth it. What we need now is a cold, clear decision. Based on the situation before and after, the idea is to obtain the optimal solution to maintain the survival of the inside. I abandon the feeling of thinking of my disciple, and now I have to behave as the 'Bubba-sama' who leads the inside.

Calm down and think to yourself.

And when I calm down... I realize.

"... that's odd"

The mansion of the chief is creepy and quiet. If this is common, I almost remember a small satisfaction with my elf-like, quiet taste, but not now. The enemy's hand is stretched out to the chief's quarters.

Has anyone packed in the mansion been wiped out? But that creates one contradiction.

Raiders, the way a woman named Fem fights. I left it to the foolish, it's far from sophisticated. If you were going around killing people in the hall that way, you couldn't possibly be the head of anything or yourself noticing.

In other words, at least two people attacked the mansion. It's Fem and the other one, someone else.

Is that a subpoena operator inside? But if that's the case, then everything's too hasty. Poorly staged, such as attacking the mansion's people as an exposé for Femme and reaching inside with his feet. In case we get captured by ourselves while we're here, we'll be nowhere near raiding inside.

I mean... at least there's another one. There is another raider who can carry out quiet kills, apart from the femmes who stand out if they fight or the ones who carried out the raid inside.

It is then.

- Gotri.

The corner at the end of the aisle, there was a noise from beyond it.

Something heavy fell on the floor.

"What...?

I squeal in my mouth alone and look at you carefully.

It is no longer a coincidence that the conditioning of the mansion has fallen. Someone moved and made a noise. What's that over there?

Time flies for a while. When I came here, Master Bubba was cursing his own detours.

Nothing needs to honestly go down the aisle and out the front door. We just had to get right out of the empty hole in the wall. That threatens to make Femme feel like she's escaped.

Anyway, if this happens, we'll just have to intercept something coming from across the corner. If you turn your back now, you might be lucky enough to jump out of there.

Silence that makes your ears hurt. Break it, something crawls out from across the aisle.

Bubba tried to unleash magic toward it,

"Huh?"

I accidentally rounded my eyes.

"Ahhh..."

It appeared with a dry groan, which, in fragments, resembled an elf. I have long ears and the color of my hair is gold.

But at the same time it's not an elf to say no.

Skin dried by the scabs, lost luster hair, limbs as thin as dead trees.

It faded and shriveled to such an extent that I didn't think I was alive that it was supposed to be, too, and it was certainly dead. But he's dead, but he's moving.

undead, is.

"Lesser vampires, then...?

Unexpectedly, a loud voice leaks.

Lesser Vampires. Vampires don't lose. It is a loss to a pathetic death, where vampires breathe life blood, and there are those who were not fit enough, or gave blood to the corpse to resurrect it.

The fact that there are such people means...

"Aha, your answer. Huh!

As proof of certainty, something new emerges again.

From what I've seen, he's a young man with a fair face. You can say it's elegant. He sleeves through a tailored upper and lower courtesy and is dressed in a bat winged cloak. As funny as that appearance was, it seemed to trace the inheritance of vampires scattered in the alley.

Yes, vampires. Parents of lesser vampires, high-ranking vampires with intelligence.

"Vampires, that's loaded too!?

Stunning voices as a compliment, or vampires laugh ni. From the mouth to the clap, a long stretched canine tooth peeks.

"Correct again - no! No, someone who understands, you know! Sewing from this body of mine, the aura of nobility at night? That's bullshit! Glad to see you! It's been a long time since I've been out, is it worth it, Elf's sister?

He then stretches out the cloak's hem, twirling it and dancing it out. It's a clown trick, but I can't afford to laugh at it like Bubba.

Vampires, if it's a road class too, it's an overwhelming threat to be single, no matter how exceptional an operator is. Not to mention the creature that killed the man of the mansion, not letting the chief or himself distract him. No matter how ridiculous he behaved, he was a monster who didn't laugh at all.

watching unannounced, the monster, stopping the pittance and movement,

"But I guess I'm a little out of expectation...... In the junction in the back of the woods, I said no witnesses, so they let me out... Inside the fate is seniors' work, and this one is just the opponent of the nasty, painful men in a dicky house. This is the chief's house, isn't it? Then why don't you just hang out with the little elf lady? No, Elves don't have enough breeding power. Long-lasting people, we have to make a child of Mame. Yet just now, the guy I see, the guy I see, and all the time, he's just a man and a non-virgin... well, I killed him and then I smoked him, so I wonder if I can help myself to any of this being a lesser? Can't you tell if Kiyoko mixed it up during the analogy? And the blood tasted good for the corpse. - Hey!

I think I said bump and stupidity, and I slap my heel around the neck of the lesser under my watch for what I think.

The elf, who was sucked of blood by the murdered phrase and was finished with moving corpses, could not even be... but disappeared into ashes this time.

"... intact"

"Ahahahahahaha! But lucky you!! The last thing I had left was a beautiful elf sister! Hey, what's your sister, a virgin? Then don't kill me. I'll suck your life blood, though? Now, I'm gonna give you plenty of cuteness afterwards. Wow!? You did it!

Manic depression switches violently, it was a unique way of speaking. Don't let it upset you, Bubba strongly remembers his liver. If it is shed, it will suck blood without being able to do anything. Because that's the only difference in performance between vampire roads and other races.

"I broke up with Hate and Death, but my husband and son are dead. You don't live up to expectations."

"What, too bad... that you broke up dead? The elves, not just with each other, but with the children? Phew."

A vampire without a name moves his nose with Sunsung when he says so.

"- Sister, you smell like an old soul, don't you? At least 2,000 years? That's crazy. No matter how many elves you live, you should be old."

"Earlier, I slapped all the rude mouths at the girls."

Talking, I feel the cold sweat never stops. I can't imitate it like I wipe it. Show me the gap and I'll get hit. But on the contrary, if this one finds a gap between them, or...

Vampires pay for their strength or they have many weaknesses. If you poke at it, you have a chance.

"Don't worry about it, there's a dead body dressed up. Two thousand years you've guessed… once again, you're going to let me bite the weight off."

"... aha ha! Haha! Ah-ha-ha-ha!!

Vampires responded to Bubba-sama with a crazy laugh.

Its eyes give off a shitty red glow.

"No, no, no, no! I knew I was lucky! This is it, this is it! I can't believe you found a clue as to what the master is up to!? That's good. That's good. That's good! Sooo good! And your sister is super lucky! Maybe they won't kill you or suck your blood. Wow!? Shit, you're more likely to see it worse! Oh, so your sister is unlucky after all!?

And the mad phase that stripped the fangs out.

This is good, Bubba laughs at the strong mix.

Vampires must not remain calm and allowed to fight. Their horror lies in their ability to wield the power of monsters with human intelligence. Mad, starving, boring, demeaning even to human-shaped beasts, then hunting and killing, but better. And the hunt is also for the elves.

- Come on, it's the beginning of the monster hunt.

She seeped into her young face a sinister fighting spirit unsuitable for it.

The elves are being hunted.

Inside was overflowing with demons everywhere.

Tiger with head and bat wings similar to people by blasphemous - Manticore.

A snake that twitches countless heads - hydra.

A giant rooster with scales, which leaks toxic colored exhalations - Cocatrice.

Others include Auga, Troll, Warwolf with Wartiger, Diawolf......

Pushing over are all monsters who were stained with demons or born more than darkness.

Hostiles against all life, killing elves, humans and beasts alike.

Monster's, big group.

Those who come across that terrible threat and stand hear that footsteps from behind.

- Zung.

The Cyclops still remain with their invincible protection as to what sorcerer has bewitched them.

That looms from behind, as I recall from time to time.

A single-eyed giant is like a momentum. They offer their prey before the captain and let him kill it.

The demons who have been summoned, from among those who are driven away, can only kill those who meet the conditions.

That's what's happening in here right now.

Say it again.

The elves are being hunted.

"- Huh. It's not worth it."

The woman squeals her nose without showing any itching in the tragedy under her eyes.

Her cruel mockery melted into the night sky without anyone ever asking.