Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

When the flames that covered the ground could disappear, there was still a forest landscape with no single burn mark there. There are only four fallen down human beings - no, only three human beings and one half elf - raising the skank and smoke. This is the magical power of darkness. It is the effect of the demon's secret technique, knitted to cause only the living and squeeze pain.

In such a tragedy, such as the only one who can move, there is nothing more than the perpetrator who scolded it.

Manticore.

When the monster shuddered one full circle, that was all it took to flip an arrow that had stabbed him all over his body. None of the jaws that stood protruding remained by the middle of the thick epidermis, not even reaching the muscles on the bone. This was the fruit of the attack that Silan continued to fire desperately and allowed Joel to shoot himself.

"Kukku... Sacrifice..."

Manticore sees the state of his prey or licks his tongue. All four of them were burned alive just as well. A raw and half opponent burns everything down, unable to appreciate the taste of fresh meat. For the first time in a long time, I enjoy the taste of real humans, not trolls, orgasms, etc. I guess I'm not happy about that.

"Shall we eat it from the brain? Shall we eat it from the intestines? I want to roam the meat, shave the bones, roll my eyeballs with my tongue i...... Sacrifice... You guys are a good sacrifice, huh?

Slowly and covetably, he slowly walked over to the treats to scorch himself.

Well, which one did you get it from? A well-trained swordsman, a cleric who seems to be loaded with virtue, a soft witch mentor of flesh, or a half-elf of a strange species? They all seem attractive and eye-catching, etc. and bewilder thoughts with evil brains.

and

"Ugh..."

A human woman - Rosalie - raised a slight groan.

Alive.

It's hard, but she still has her breath.

Perhaps Mariano's divine magic reduced the magical power of Manticore and allowed him to connect his life at the critical point.

That was an unmistakable miracle. But above all, it is a meaningless miracle.

Rosalee doesn't have the earliest power to resist. He is a wounded man, has no companions, and is a magical chant that takes time. How can we counteract a manticore that even without magic has a resilient flesh and lethal poison needle?

Even though he is alive in the first place, he will be unconscious or, even if he is, painful and hazy. Not in a very fightable state.

So this survival is just about giving predators the superb seasoning of shaking their prey.

"Sacrifice... Woman... Scream... I want to hear it"

Manticore moves closer to the rosary as he rattles his teeth like a cum and splashes his saliva.

She can't move. I don't even recognize that my enemies are approaching me. In pain, I just ran rumors unconsciously.

"Sorry, Joel... I, in a role... could not..."

Normally, a weak sound of the kind that you wouldn't say if you died is leaking out of the girl's lips.

Manticore was listening inadvertently to the voice. human misery, resentment, and mourning. Because those negative emotions are the same appetite for them demons as flesh.

I don't even know that my vomiting words are delighting the monster, and Rosalie's penance continues.

"Sorry... me, stupid... feet, wrapped..."

My helplessness betrayed the person who sent the letter and the thought.

The only thing that hears the words of repentance is whether it is or is a man-eater monster.

- No.

No, I don't think so.

At the blind spot of the monster's sight, something stood up.

The sound of the parts of the armor rubbing together. The sound of your heels treading on the ground. And the sound of a sword clattering.

Joel the Young Swordsman, leader of the party "Guardian's Balance". He was pushing his full body of creation and standing up with his sword in one hand.

"Thanks to Rosalie... I can still fight"

What a fool. How do you wish to fight with your body, which has been subjected to my magic and has fallen to death?

Looking back at his voice depressingly, Manticore glanced at him with pleasant surprise in his face.

- Flames.

Joel's sword is lit with fire. The blazing sword was burning and raging, not with the disastrous glimmer of the magic of darkness, but with a glow as if a man's prayer had taken shape.

"You made me so I could kill my critical opponent's magic...!

The magic of Rosalie finishing her chant just before she was swallowed by "Ignis Fatas".

That is the magic sword "Flame Tan". Grants the magic of fire to the full body of the weapon and turns it into the burning tongue-like demon sword of the Fire Dragon. Its sharpness was the secret of even melting steel, and a demonic knife was said to slash away even the operative ceremony.

Originally, Rosalie was merely the daughter of a rural aristocrat. As a magician, I am not blessed with magic, and the amount of magical knowledge I have seen in my former home collection. Since she is such an ordinary person with Joel, a gifted swordsman, it is the art of imparting magic to the sword that she gained her heart and blood. Only slightly one attribute of flame has become an object. But for that matter, the strength and precision of the procedure comes with origami.

The flame will not go away when wet by the brisk rain of blood, and its blade will burn and slay only the wicked enemy. This is the frontier between the sword and the devil, to which the first two of the "Guardian's Balance" came.

"Sacrifice...! Sacrifice...!!

The monster speaks up to humiliation.

Something like that. And the magic of the magician, and the hand and wife of the swordsman, made him resist his magic?

Has the contempt been conveyed without words, but Joel shook his head beside him?

"Rosalie isn't the only one. If Mr. Mariano hadn't given me protection, I couldn't stand it."

And take a step forward as I say.

"If Silan hadn't sheltered me and let me drink even more potion, I wouldn't have gotten up"

Wipe your mouth as you step further in. The back of the rubbed hand had red purple wet glowing dirt on it. Sounds like the remnants of the potion that he was drunk. Is it true that the half-elf girl even did that in that moment?

"... if anyone was missing, I couldn't fight now"

Joel finally reached a point in time, one sword at a time, and set up a burning sword.

Manticore also turns to it as he pours a hateful eye.

"Don't lick me and my people, monster. With the power of all of us, I will defeat you...!

"Horrible...... Huh!!

Moved first, Manticore. A cliché that was convenient to the boy's talking human, and I couldn't bear to keep listening to it, I stretched out my forefoot nails and hung up.

A giant that will exceed a ton in sight, leaps in the momentum of a hurricane. Joel lowered his posture and waited for it,

"... ahhhh!

Intercept with a cut up.

Like a volcanic eruption, the sword ran from bottom to top, causing the monster to bear a deep hand obliquely to his right foot.

"Gu...... Huh!?

Manticore leaks groans over slaughter and burn pain. It was the first time I had ever been relative to a magic sword. Until now, a sword strike that was bitter without bitterness melted and broke the nail, damaging the forefoot, while also giving the feeling of different suffering at the same time. We have to remember the threat to this increase in power.

In doing so, the reverse will descend with the knife to be returned.

"Sacrifice...!

I painstakingly shielded my tail. But some of the thorns that arm the tail melt and flow down.

It became imminent as it was. Here comes the scratch on the right forefoot. I need to step on my foot to keep the sword from being pushed into my tail, but the pain in my forefoot is not good enough. A human sword that could have been played without bitterness if it was in a state of perfection. That was a monstrous manticore and a complete antagonism.

While the blade of flame is imminent and stopped, the blade proceeds without burning and dissolving the twitching and tail crust.

"... keep pushing it off!

"I won't let you!

Manticore roared and sprayed the venom from the tip of his tail. By adjusting the angle of the poison needle, you can keep your shooting angle free even when your tail is fixed.

Joel jumps away in the fouling of scattering lethality.

Against him at a distance, the demon once again laughs at the mockery.

"Too bad I...! Was that a shame...? Opportunity, I only had the opportunity now I......!

"What...?

To a swordsman with a strange face, the monster moves his tail slowly.

Point the tip of the poison needle at the falling rosary.

"Become!?

"Hostages...! They're hostages!

Manticore happily rocked the tip of his tail slightly. A zero venom scorches the ground just ten centimeters next to Rosalie's face.

For Joel to win, he had to push inside earlier. Because all around him, his people are down and down. Because if we don't attack him once and for all, he will be taken hostage in this way.

This monster knew the nature of his prey. There are two kinds of humans. One is he who flees, abandons and attacks all of us, regardless of his companions. The other one, foolishly, doesn't even save his own life to help his people. Joel is the latter no matter how he sees it. The hostages will work on the surface as the bonding bonds fall apart at the time of Setouchi.

but

"" Fireball. "Ow!

"Ghaaaa!?

I wonder what that means. I didn't know any other hostage had come to beat the magic into Manticore.

The rosary, unleashed by the magic of the flames, rises, making sure that it rests on the wand.

"... so, who, by the hostages! I'm so glad I'm such a fool...!

"Rosalie!? You noticed!

"It's not natural, I'm a magician. You're stronger than a swordsman for magic."

Say it, with a mixed grin of strength. He was going to fall down even now, and his consciousness was actually cloudy until earlier, but fortunately he bought me some time before Joel got back on his feet. Whether he couldn't push it off or defeat it, his struggle made sense.

Manticore, who devoured the ball of magic and blew it away, turns to repentance.

"Haaaaaa! Don't scratch me, Sacrifice...! Be eaten by adults...!

"Dear Hate -"

Block that voice from hearing,

"- My God says scratch your feet as long as you live.... [Wide heel] Ah!

The divine light of healing enveloped all the human beings present on the spot.

If you notice, Mariano is up and activating the recovery magic.

"Mr. Mariano!

"Hey! If you were awake, please heal quickly!

"Ha... That's right, I breathed back in the middle of Joel's hanging up. Then I thought I'd chant some healing magic while the enemy doesn't notice. Hey, I was in a hurry when Mr. Rosalee was about to be held hostage."

The cleric, who stood unanswered, said so, scratching his head.

Come to think of it, if the magic user is highly resistant, he's strong after Rosalee. He is also the one who used the sacred magic that reduced the damage. In addition, he was wearing powerful protective equipment, even though it was slightly damaged. Perhaps even among the members, it must leave the most room for strength.

"All Ye......! All Ye......! Then again..."

Manticore takes his next hand as he rubs his gizzard teeth.

Chanting of the spell. Let me beat the magic that drove the party to half destruction with one blow, again. Though he took the first shot and healed, the damage was not completely written off. If you go there a second time, some of you will be incapable of fighting this time. That's what the monster was calculating.

But...

"- Damn......!? hey...... Huh!?

An unintentionally created general paralysis, especially the pull felt on his tongue, severed the chant halfway through. No magic can be activated if the chant is interrupted. If it can be used, it is about unchanging from the beginning. Naturally, the magic of Manticore is cancelled, and the magic required to activate it is fogged away.

"... you're finally working.... was originally slow."

That being said, this is Silan, who was back again sometime. The half-elf girl is pouring a cold glance at the bewildered demon.

"... My arrows are painted with paralysis poison. … something that turns all over your body if you put it into a blood vessel, even about a scratch."

"Become...!?

Manticore was even more confused by the words.

Though not lethal, it's a poison arrow. You mean you were shooting at such a substitute, involving your allies?

"... Joel's maneuver always startles me.... If you were paralyzed first, what would you have done?

"Before that happens, I was going to look at the gap and take the antidote. Sounds like Siran drank me first."

What Joel says is when he pours the potion into his mouth, sheltering it from being pushed down. At that time, he said, he had also been given medicines to cure the paralysis poison. What kind of early work? It used to sound like a sleigh, a skill of silane.

"... Nevertheless, I can't believe the paralytic poison works on a poisonous manticore"

"Toxic organisms are also vulnerable to other kinds of poison that you don't have. When the poison bag breaks again, some creatures die of their own poison."

The Manticore face was stained with the colour of disgrace in Mariano's swallowing voice.

"Stuffed, guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...!!

Strong, convulsive flesh is forced to operate on its own volition.

Sacrifice, I didn't expect to be made so vain by the human flair that I recognized as bait.

It was humiliating. As a warcraft hunting the raw, it is a serious lapse.

Therefore, Manticore abandoned both his playing and his chronic mind as he came here.

Kill. I'll have to kill you now. I don't care anymore if you leave something to eat, or if you enjoy it while shaking it. I can't keep the serious people in this prey alive for a second. Kill them and you won't be able to regain your demonic pride.

Wounded right forefoot? What is that, I still have three legs.

Magic sealed? So what's the matter, the nails, the fangs, the tails, the poison needles are still there.

Are you paralyzed by paralysis poison? It doesn't matter, even if you subtract some paralysis, this is definitely the one with the difference in physical ability.

"Oh, Ro, Zuuuuuuuuuuuu...... Huh!!

Cracked screams leaked out of his mouth, deprived of liberty by paralysis.

The air bounces with the bees, the killing air turns into a whirlwind and swirls.

"... don't get distracted, guys! We don't know what's gonna happen yet!

Joel's drinking tightened the party loose on signs of reversal.

Yes, Manticore's crusade grade is B. Originally, there is a difference in strength that no matter how you fall in a C-rank party, you can't defeat it.

I scratched my spare and chronic heart. Strange measures are being used to feed on paralysis poison. Four to one in head count. This one has a trump card called Magic Sword, in addition to the power of Joel, who is moving beyond the realm of Class C... with all those elements out there for the first time ever mutual. No, it's still four to six or three to seven to the disadvantage.

"I don't need to be told!

"Yes, of course!

"... don't be alarmed!

Rosalie holds the cane, Mariano holds the mace, and Silan watches the arrow.

And he waved a sword, like an army, that Joel still kept blowing up the flames.

"Let's go! Defeat this monster and be sure to go back to town!

Adventurer Party "Guardian's Balance" and Dark Monster Manticore.

That last total force battle is about to begin.

As I mentioned earlier, even if all of the Advantages of the Adventurers work, monsters are still in their favor. Still, Joel and the others have enough eyes to win.

A further hand was thrown at such a battlefield.

"-" Windburst. ""

A sudden, magical breeze. That strikes Manticore straight.

"Sacrifice Yep... Huh!?

The monster blows into the back of the woods, screaming in amazement and rudeness.

"What?"

Who the hell was the one who raised the loose voice between sudden deployments? Maybe it was all four of us. Somehow, we hunted down strong enemies that we wouldn't be able to handle ourselves, and they took the ladder off when we thought it was a showdown. For a moment, it is not impossible for thought to be blank.

Something came toward Joel and the others who were distracted, scratching the retreat and the grass.

"... what are you doing here! It's dangerous!?

What emerged was a boy in such a state as a hunter in the woods wearing fur chocks. But there's no way there's just a hunter in such a dangerous sea of trees, and there's no hunter who can use the magic that can blow Manticore away. In fact, he was not a regular person.

Silan squeaks as he stares into the boy's ear.

"... Elves?

sharper and pointed than that of a person, long ears. It was indisputably proof that it was an elf.

It is true that this great sea of trees is a deep forest that the forefathers never set foot in. It may not be surprising that an elf hiding from humans lived there. but for the most part, how can his species, who hate humans, help humans in this earthen field?

"Horn on the rabbit, I'll run. If you stay like this, that demon will come after you again!

"Oh, oh..."

"This way, please come!

Go, the elf boy runs out into the wind. Joel and the others ran down his back in disintegration.

"Hey, is that good, Joel?

"Even if we keep going, it's subtle if we could have defeated Manticore while holding back the damage. I think we should follow him here and leave."

"I agree. Some of the enemies were able to fight because they were half playing, and our goal is to find out what lies deep in the tree sea. In that sense, we have achieved our goals."

"... I think that's right....... but is it ok to follow that elf?

"There, um... Elves. 'Cause we and the demons are enemies, right? Then you can believe it,"

Whatever it is, if that elf is going to help us, it's a boat across. Indeed, humans and elves cannot be described as friendly relationships for reasons such as the enslavement of them. But it's not entirely evil to have an elf who leaves the woods and becomes an adventurer in public. Not to mention it is now an iron fire with demons as its enemies. For an elf who supposedly serves good and order, it would be less meaningful to deceive and beat this one.

That was the common sense idea.

... they continued to run up the wind for about an hour, stopping in a small empty space, like an air pocket in the woods. There's no sign of him coming after me from behind. Did you sprinkle the manticore?

Elf, who led Joel and the others so far, turns this way when he tries to wipe the sweat off his face.

"Hey, that was a dangerous place, people out there. How come you're back in these dark woods again?

From relief through danger, or so I said with a grin.

This great sea of trees is an untapped forest. Perhaps this elf does not know that the existence of a race called human beings is neither a horn nor a profession of adventurer.

"Eh, we're the ones who work exorcisms. I came to this sea of trees for that reason."

Joel, who cut his tongue as a leader, gave some blurring explanations. Many adventurers can walk into the forest and rub with the elves who live there. Because sometimes we are looking for rare plants and mushrooms that can be harvested in the woods, not demonic crusades. And naturally, such items are also of high value to Elves, the natives of the forest. I didn't mean to make you persevere by explaining such circumstances on this occasion.

The elf boy keeps smiling.

"Really?! Wow, I can't believe I just came here to exorcise such a scary demon! We live here, and we're very helpful!

"Haha, not so much."

Mariano also laughed as if she had been caught.

"Really, it's nothing to be praised for. Mostly, the manticore was misplaced.... Oh, I'm not blaming you, am I? Because if I kept doing that, this one would have been awkward."

"It would be helpful if you could say that. You'll feel better!

The boy also answers the words of Rosalie in a flamboyant manner.

To him like that, Silan,

"... by the way, you"

"Yes? What is it?

"... what if the stinking act is done by then?

Cold, I pronounced that.

- Pitali.

Suddenly enough to hear such a phonetic sound, the elf boy stops any movement. The expression solidified with a masked smile.

But that's a flash, too. He speaks with a smooth grin again.

"Hey, no! What are you, acting?

"Silan? What's this all about?

"Oh, yeah! What's going on!?

Joel asks her with a serious look, and Rosalie hastily compares her fellow and strange elves. Mariano had a narrow eye on the boy as he put his hand on his chin.

Silan continues.

"... emotional ups and downs are too constant.... Your voice is loud.... as if she were a slum girl."

"That's a terrible word! I can't believe I'm like a guy who does horrible things to women! Come on, you're gonna get mad at me, aren't you?

The elf raised his fist beside his face to express his anger in a retreating pose.

But not Siran impressed by such a bare gesture.

"... If you mean to be angry, I think it's too late.... are you very tolerant of half an elf like me?

"Huh!?

"... Elves don't like bloody children of men. … so much so that I refuse to put it in my eyes"

Yes. Ordinary elves don't talk this long with half elves. Even more so if there is no doubt about it. It is unacceptable for an elf who prides himself on being a noble species, such as a compatible child with a man who sometimes scolds even hairless monkeys.

The more I didn't even know the concept of an adventurer, the stronger the trend would have been if I lived in a closed space.

"No, the... duh, it was dark and overlooked! And that, what... Oh, yeah! I don't give a shit about that! Don't you find it ridiculous to be imprisoned for such things as discrimination, customs and prejudice? That's what I think! That's all!

"Well, that's a fine mind, isn't it?

"Yeah, you know what I'm talking about, Cleric!

The boy turns a nagging grin at Mariano, who appears to have served a helpship.

But...

"Seems to know a lot about it.... Lady, what a nasty word from the outside world, where did you learn that?

"To?"

"'The guy who does terrible things to women'? Do you know what that means? How do you know those words? By the way, it means' intermediaries who take amateur women to whorehouses' to be exact. Is there a whore or a woman in you? You saw our outfits, and you didn't even know what you came to the woods for. Elf, huh?

Mariano put up a mace with a tough look. He sees the elf boy in front of him as a complete enemy.

Joel also turned his sword. The effects of the Magic Sword have already disappeared after the expiration of time. but the dull light of steel used had enough life-threatening power.

"And how do you know that Mr. Mariano is a cleric? He's a man with a weapon in his full body armor. To human society - if you're not familiar with adventurers, isn't it normal to think you're a warrior?

"Oh, speaking of... that's you! You were trying to trick us!?

Finally, Rosalie, who finally swallowed the story, uses her strength to re-grip the wand.

There were too many unnatural things about this elf boy. It's like you're deliberately in love with something you should know. Before joining the party, I grew up in a slum. I only looked like he was trying to fool this one if I tried Silan or Mariano licking a scattered bitter acid during the solo years.

And Joel and Rosalee also have a sincere trust in the two calm fellows.

The "Guardian's Scale" scale was leaning in the direction of recognizing the existence in front of him as the enemy.

At last, the elf boy clasps his shoulders with his hands up as he gave up.

"Ha... you're doing great. Surprisingly sharp, for the habit of hairless monkeys and mixed kids. These last guys, they hooked up easily."

And I laughed bitterly. The scorn also gave a derisive grin that distorted his face in the open.

I'm not here for no harmless forest elves. Something worse.

"... that these were the last ones!?

"Hmm? Is that where you're concerned? Was it a month or two ago? Alliance, were you gonna say something? Adventurers who have brought several parties together and have come a long way in the Great Zone. Those guys were scattered in demonic raids. Come on... it was my chance, so this is how I led one party to the end of the spectrum. Those who didn't see us, they survived, didn't they? It was a shame. If it worked out, they could have gotten it together."

Does that mean that this elf was also biting one in the case that prompted the Great Tree Sea to be certified as a dungeon?

"Why would you do that!?

"It's decided to protect the forest, isn't it? The mountain master came here to find the mine and explore the mountains. The adventurers came to search for it and help. But if we let them go home safely, and they build a mining ground for the mine, this forest is gonna be a big deal."

Surrounded by adventurers in a state of war, the elf opens his own narrative as a gain.

His tone was oddly lacking in heat. For example, the part where he said he would exchange revenge on humans to protect the forest. If you are entrusting yourself with the guardian of the forest, there should be a mixture of such passionate feelings, such as a sense of duty, a sense of purpose, or hatred and anger towards humans. But it doesn't look like it. All there is is, even cold contempt and willingness to mock.

The elf goes on and on, hoisting both cheeks ugly.

"By and large, if even you adventurers are loaded with money by nobles and merchants, we will attack the elves. To kidnap women and children and sell them away. It's terrible, really. That's like a girl. Hahaha."

"Enough is enough... don't talk, you"

Joel's cold voice cuts off the elf's joking mouth.

If I had dated this diminishing mouth any more, I would have slapped and slashed the person in front of me. I know it's better for the world to think about it, but it's not good. He still has something to do.

"Just shut up and shake your head, so answer me. Are you gonna lead us out of the woods?

Escape from this forest. The escape from Manticore prevented me from going back the way I came. First of all, I was led to this place by a crazy elf standing in front of me. In order to know the escape route, he tells me how angry he is.

But the elf laughs as if he looked down again.

"... hahahaha! I don't like both of them. Wow! Shut up, or I'll show you!

At the same time as the answer, Joel was moving.

"That's right!

Saying, wave the sword. Contrary to the doctrine of hurting a round-handed opponent, the opponent is a malicious lunatic. Let me tell you something. If you don't understand, let me throw up my way out, even if it hurts a little. Fortunately, there's also the cleric Mariano here. Even if I didn't die, I could heal with healing magic even if one of my hands and feet flew, so I didn't need any extra help.

But...

- Protect me.

Joel's sword flashes were inhibited by the blow of a whistle that flew in unintentionally.

"Ha!?

"Joel!?...... Hih!?

Rosalie tried to run over to Joel, who blew away without a single pile. But she stands before whoever blows him away.

"... OOOOOHHHHHH...... Huh!

"... UOOOHHHHHH... Huh!

"...... GUOOHHHHH...... Huh!

Willing, moving old trees that make thick roots move like tentacles, rattling retreats and branch leaves. A sinus, or a lazy bark, worn on its trunk was a giant figure. Distorted by hatred, leaking groans of resentment from your mouth, people's faces.

"Trent......! Is that and the five bodies!

"Hit.... I told you earlier? This is how the last guys led us through it, too. You thought this place where I stopped was just a resting place?

The elf proudly says, glancing at the whole of Trent.

"Whoa, whoa, you guys are gonna do terrible things. I can't believe you scratched the body of a forest elf."

"... Huh?

If you ask me, Trent's integral trunk has a scratch like a carved one with a blade.

Silan carved it as a landmark for the road, that wound.

"... of that time.... really, I can't believe it was Trent"

"Notice, horse deer! It's the body of the guardian of the spiritual forest, right? Guess what... it might have been impossible to talk to a humble mixer."

An elf that now drips away a sense of discrimination against half an elf without even hiding it.

In contrast, Silan tries to kick back,

"... cum!?

My vision blurred and my head fluttered.

The ends of the hands and feet are crisp and paralyzed, and the force falls out of the body.

Silan wasn't the only one who was hit by a sudden physical anomaly. Mariano also pokes one knee into the earth, roughly breathing, and Rosalie also keeps herself in her wand, gasping in agony.

"Ko, is he... paralyzed, a pill... eh!

That's what Joel said as he stood up. No matter how unexpectedly struck by a giant monster, he is the avant-garde jumping head to head from the C-rank range. It is also unnatural that the return took so long. I was also good at it when I thought it was the effect of paralysis pills.

But when did they serve that stuff?

"Has it finally worked? Damn, is the one with a bad tour of wisdom a bad tour of blood too?... It's really late, even if I'm done guiding you into this square and you notice the unnaturalness there."

"No way... I'm running, on my way, to...?

Joel whines with amazement.

Speaking of which, this elf was always running on the wind to direct the party. Speaking of unnatural, you should have noticed it there first. The Warcraft have a good nose. If you're trying to escape the manticore, you should abhor the wind where the smell flows on the wind to the chase side. If you dare to commit that foolishness, is the purpose to sprinkle powder or something on the wind?

"Your name and answer. By the way, probably, but the antidote you guys have isn't gonna work, is it? This paralysis poison is an incredible blend, because it's specially made. Kuck, 'Those who possess poison are also vulnerable to poisons of a different kind than the ones they use'... right? You're absolutely right, you're gonna laugh!

"Well, that line..."

Different details, but those are Mariano's words when they paralyze Manticore. Has this elf been after us since then?

"It's troublesome, though, to be restored to paralysis by the magic of a cleric.... Tighten them up, Trent. Just take away your consciousness."

"... OOOOOHHHH... Huh!

Follow all the instructions used in the jaw, and Trent will restrain and tighten the Joels. He felt his consciousness gradually farther away, tangled in limbs by branch trees stretched out like snakes, strangled.

"... kaha"

"Ugh, sooo... kon, na..."

"Kami..."

Silan, Rosalie, Mariano, one after the other, is losing her mind.

The last remaining Joel was also the best to say this by staring at Teng himself for causing this situation.

"Nothing, what... you..."

Deceive the adventurer, poison him, and serve the old Trent of the woods with our faces.

There is no way such an evil being could be an elf.

Keeping a mockery at the question containing the intent of the rebellion, it answered singing.

"You said that earlier. I'm an elf who fights foreign enemies to protect this forest."

The young swordsman's consciousness fell into darkness, frustrated by the evil voice that offended his ears.

Confirming that all the adventurers had passed out, the elves let them sniff up to the newly removed sleeping pills just in case, so they finally exhaled a paragraph.

And when you take a courtesy shaped like some kind of talisman, you put it in your mouth. It's a comm magic costume.

"From E-08 to E-01. I repeat, E-08 to E-01. Please respond."

"From E-01, go to E-08. Sensitive and unobstructed communication.... but I'm not used to this tone. '

The response that came back to the courtesy was overflowing with anxiety for the body. The opponent of the communication is the head of the inside to which this elf, called E-08, belongs. A new chief who attacked after his predecessors, he was an elf who used to bind a group of hunters. I guess I still can't feel it then, E-08 says.

Speaking of which, what? What caused the death of my predecessor?

"So? Have you finished the job I left you with?

To the long voice, E-08 is sane.

Well, you don't care about the dead. We're the ones who should be in trouble now, I reckoned.

"Yeah, of course.... Have I kept you waiting?

"A little. I'm a little nervous, aren't I? If I'd been a little late, I'd have let Chaga - E-31 take a look. '

"... I'd like to beg your pardon"

Unexpectedly, my voice gets stiff. The E-08 doesn't make a good impression on the man whose name the chief spoke of. I don't know if he's the son-in-law of the eldest, but he said he was specially blindfolded and strongly empowered by the great Lord in everything. If that's all, I can still stand it, but if E-31's attitude toward his job comes, he's not enthusiastic at all. Even though hunting in this sacred forest, ruled by the Lord, is a noble duty to them Witte - now named the E-Series.

... the conversation was interrupted for a moment and the atmosphere was unpleasant. He misrepresents his awkwardness and returns the subject to work.

"I report today's prey. Swordsmen, magicians, clerics, and mixed archers. A total of four."

"Well, there's a cleric? Mixing is unusual. It's a good achievement."

"Are the priests ravens, horns, and minglers?

The contempt came out of my mouth. Our Lord seems obsessed with clerics these days. That's good, but I'm not convinced that inferior mixed species are good prey. I feel stinky muddy in my thoughts about the sacred hunt.

To him like that, the chief returned a lit laugh.

'Oh, the mixer just said it was just right. Anything, they want an elf virgin under the Lord's command. But, well, we elves are rare, and we can't lower them down as toys. Therefore, if I gave it to you instead of mixing it up, it would fit in all directions. "

"What, is that right?... but she's a whore with her crotch open to hairless people, right? I'm sure he's a slutty hungry ghost, resembling his parents. Virgin or not, it's a little..."

"I'm pretty sure it's a hard prey to get either way. You can be a little happier with the ravens and the horns."

Sure, the chief's right. The boulder is a former amazing hunter, no. He's only still coaching young elves to hunt. E-08 was ashamed of his own ignorance.

"Well, then carry your prey inside..."

And that's when.

"Sacrifice..."

From between the trees, the earlier manticore makes an unexpected face. You must have followed the escaped adventurers this far. They followed the smell because they ran on the wind.

"Hey, what's up E-08?

"- No, Manticore, who was working with the adventurers, just came. It's just that you're hungry after the wound. You'll need bait."

E-08's voice was a heartwarming reminder of when his dog broke in during the meal. Originally, there would be no elves or anything else who could run into as many warcraft as Manticore and show such room.

However, the situation is slightly different in this Marlan forest. This demon of the Tree Sea is mostly a user demon ruled by the Lord who governs the Witte tribe, his subordinate, the dreaded Dark Elf. Because of the narrowing of the magic supply, it requires a meal at the same intervals as it did in the wild, but there is also a degree of distinction not to strike the elves, the guardians of the forest.

In fact, Manticore ignores the E-08, the bad guy who just ate and blew magic, and turns his appetite to the adventurers.

"Hmm. Then give him the swordsman and the magician. All you have to do is mix it up with a cleric. '

"Is that good? I think the wizard would be a slave there if he altered it and hung his collar."

"To modify someone with a table identity is to say that there are obstacles. Regardless, if it has the corresponding rare value, then I guess not... is that magician such a spared primitive body?

I'm told, think a little. Wizard located roughly in the C-rank. its youth. The ability to form magic swords. The conclusions that combine them are:

"No, not at all. … then follow the instructions in E-01 and return with prey. Over."

"Oops, roger. Over '

When I finish the communication, I quickly perform the courtesy. And gave instructions towards Trent.

"Transport the clergy and the mingle to the inside. Let me know when you wake up from sleep. I don't need a swordsman and a magician. Leave me."

""... OOOOOHHHH... Huh!

Zuchin, Zuchin and the trent that sounds and moves out. The E-08 that walked out with it gently tapped Manticore's head like it was rubbing differently.

"Damn, that's too much for a C-rank adventurer, huh? You're the one who hit a play I don't need."

"Ugh......"

Even though they treat dogs like they can, monsters only leak disgruntled voices. Seen by those familiar with the ecology, it is a stunning sight that may not be too graduating.

However, this was the case in "The Great Tree Sea of Darkness" for plain vegan. A man-eater monster is also just a handkerchief used instead of a hound by an elf hunter. But it's a precious handkerchief. If I lose it, to the point that that dark elf has to go out and look for a replacement again.

So just in case the adventurer or something knocks you down, you have to be careful.

"Ma'am, I'll leave the bait, so eat while you reflect. So you don't think I can go help you again, even if there's a next time?

"Ooh...! Sacrifice...! Sacrifice...!!

Bring the joyful manticore meal sound to BGM, E-08 rushes back inside. Think of how much the Lord will reward you in exchange for the adventurers you have captured alive, etc.

Thus the Guardian's Balance, a party that the Adventurer's Alliance had asked for the future, disappeared into the darkness of the land without ever returning from the Great Tree Sea.