Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"I thought with a light hand, there's definitely not enough Jemon in the boy's sword"

That's what the two-handed sword man, who was the opponent of practice, said when he was on the steps of cutting up his morning workouts.

... I don't need to be told that. A boy about a month in the grip of a sword is full of what he lacks. I haven't finished my body as a swordsman yet, I don't know the odds of rushing, or even one of the shapes. What more can I do now?

"No, that's what I'm talking about. Bye. Skills, strength, and experience? There's no way a beginner can have it. It's not like that. It's a more fundamental mindset."

Have you thought about it? What a spiritual subject. Standing in front of you, I don't see it as a dialogue between warriors who look good waving their swords lavishly.

"That's what I'm saying, kid. I think the spirit is the liver of the sword. No, it's not just the sword. Spears, bows, hammers, sticks, and magic. There will be a common need for all these things to learn the horns and the means to fight. That's not enough for you. … that's my view"

What those who learn the art of fighting need. And what I'm missing right now.

... I don't know. But when they say so, there shall be a gushing in his chest.

To him thinking, the man told him to go straight in.

"It was easy. Your sword doesn't contain a reason to fight."

Fight, why?

"You look surprised. I'm really unconscious now. This is serious, dude."

A man puts his hand on his forehead and tries to look up to heaven.

The boy was not quite there. He turns his head with a boom and desperately searches for the motive for which he took his sword. Because you lost the first time you were given a sword and you regretted it? Because the first person in this world I've ever been close to told me to learn?... or. They called you a brave man, so you thought the weapon you deserved was a sword?

"I've come up with a few reasons, but I'm going to ask you one thing.... Are you sure you have enough swords in your head right now to wield a murder weapon?

To that one word, the dodgy chest rang out.

Unexpectedly see what you have in your hand. A metal blade with a hint of cold. An indisputable tool for murder to cut meat, break bones, and take lives. I realized that I was waving something like that unconsciously, and my spine felt a little poppy. The sweat is cold. My body should be out of warmth, but I even remember the cold.

The man continues toward the boy who is now more stunned by his awareness.

"That's where I thought I was going crazy. The kid's fat muscles are beautiful to start learning, but he has too little hesitation in stepping in. Too little fear for the other person. More importantly, I don't think you're thinking of taking your life. Serious archaeology, but only the first one I feared. I forget the fear of the blade as soon as I get hot. Don't think it's better than being scared and not being able to do anything? It's worse in nature. 'Cause you can't help but be dangerous. I can't believe he doesn't understand that he's going to die or kill his opponent, but he's waving his sword around a prank. If you go into action like that, you're gonna get caught up in it."

I had a few thoughts. I've never shed anyone's blood with this sword. Everything I've ever seen is in character, because I've never had my opponent hurt. This body has never been made to bleed with a sword. All the experience I've had is training. The pain of being struck many times, but I still don't know it until the blade is cut.

"So what... think about it. Why are you holding the sword? Why do I have to fight myself and my opponent until I put both my lives on the line? Leave it vague, you'll regret it when you die, and you'll do more when you kill it, won't you? It's only a really boring thing to fight while being flushed."

You said something that wasn't even in the pattern. When he tied it that way, the man turned his back and left.

The boy can't move. I felt the weight of the metal in my hand increased all at once for reasons not fatigue. It's too heavy to move in or out.

Reasons to fight. I don't know what that is. Defeat the Demon King as a brave man, and return to the original world? What an unpretentious story. I am too weak to call myself a brave man, and I still see no shadow or form of a demon king. Yet the boy did not tend to dream so much that he could feel it as a mission. Fight the demons that afflict people, save everyone? I wonder what you're talking about. Can't this world still afford to be at war or civil strife between humans or just be in contention? You should put that power into the fight against demons before you say it. And it's not my job to preach that. You solve this world thing with the people of this world, and the otherworlds themselves don't know that.

The more I think about it, the farther away I get from the reason for taking the sword. Strongly put, it's for protection, but if we don't even get close to danger, we won't even have to. Really, he has no reason for that.

What do you fight for? And why am I here? When will I give the answer?

The sky looked up at twilight along the way, abominably brilliant May sunshine. The sky was so blue, the clouds closing all over my chest didn't even show signs of sunshine.

The Omnia Mission line is currently on the road to the hemline of the mountains of eastern Voldan. A week of respite before their departure allowed them to prepare supplies for crossing the mountains of concern… not translated. Because the clerics who were in charge of buying out the prep were totally in love with each other for the past week, and they ran out of money and time to buy all the items they needed.

(Totally... if you're just incapacitated, you can save something, because if you stick around, you're greedy and thick on top of it.)

and Elisha with her head so she can't get through the headache. I have worked with her as a knight for a long time. Naturally, not all the people I meet were competent and clean. The Kingsguard, who was enrolled until last year, also had decorations like the First Knights, and the vast majority of the nobles I know are the ones who crave them. Even so, it wouldn't have been as bad as these Cardinal Calandra breathing people. Anyway, it's this miserable situation while receiving the great responsibility of being a diplomatic envoy of a country.

(I don't care if it's around here or around Uncle Langogne, so I guess I can't replace it...)

It was the end of the day that I would seriously think about that half the time. When these traitors arrived, they did not return to the mansion, where they had stayed once in a week, and spent time in the vices of Vordan. In addition to the war disaster at the Battle of Voldan, I am likely to be impressed, on the contrary, by how boring it is to have been able to play in a city that is beginning to be lonely thanks to the policy of changing Turius' ongoing Marlan to the heart of the administration.

Now, those people have used the money to buy it, and what's the matter?

"No, I was wondering what would happen for a while, but I didn't expect to receive any further mercy from His Excellency the Marquis."

"You are sincerely so confident that it is rare at this time, Marquis Ovenil?

"No. Beyond the mountains I have a territory, too. I was just on my way for an inspection. If so, I was wondering if it would be a good idea to bring you all here."

Abominably, it was decided to take a ride to Turius, who aspired to the Elpis-Roane across the mountain. Spring, deepening, snow melted, and beyond allowing the passage of mountain roads, it was time to head for an inspection of the new territories...... that was his intention. The muscles are through, and even this one is a ship across, but to be honest, a man named Turius is not the one who wants to make a debt. What sleazy needle is planted in the bait that is thrown into the open mouth?

Besides, the apostle of the Empire of Omnia, the oldest of the four kingdoms and the chief mountain of the Holy Kingship, has no mercy on the nobility of other countries because of his poverty in the road bank. It may seem that the meditation will look good and not rival the profits. But diplomacy is important to its appearance and format. It is their job to recommend a ceasefire and broker peace for neighbouring countries that are about to break out of civil war. What would they think if a messenger for that matter was taken up by someone else, like a walking child? That's what children use, and it's decided to be licked. If civil war stops with the sweet words of a hungry ghost, it would be gone from the world long ago, such as war.

"I wondered what would happen at first when it was a journey in a luggage car, but if you get used to it, it's a B thing. It's also a pleasure to enjoy tea in the spring breeze."

"… it is a privilege to receive such words, although it is in coarse tea"

"Ho, love love love. The Marquis has good slaves.... How about you lend it to me overnight?

"Can you spare me that? Because I have to ask her to do a lot of work."

Even so, the people who had committed the loss before their first hand reached the board had fallen back to the service of tea that had magically boiled down to swallowing. Not even, I'm even trying to get my hands on the uni that's doing the entertainment. If you find out that the slave was the substitute you once kept with you until you kicked down one of the counts, you'll be afraid of how your husband got out.

"If this leaks, you'll be seen from the other side."

"... that's not all."

Ilmaella sitting next to me says with a gloomy look that reads condolences.

Now, it's not the carriage they're sitting on, it's the wagon. It's not like the sexually vicious Turius did anything mean. He was on the same substitute. It is a measure because narrow and obstructive mountain paths cannot be passed in carriages as large and wide as those that have come from Omnia itself. I have trouble using a tattooed carriage that shows it more than being a diplomatic envoy, but there it is. They disassemble it, load it up as a waste, and reassemble it again after crossing the mountain.

It's a raven and a horn.

"Once you are known to be accompanying the Marquis, you may be perceived as having Omnia's posture near Arquelle. Even the status quo says that we are allies, but we are going to make a friendly journey with those active in last year's battle."

"Oh, speaking of which, did you have one?"

Nearly a turn the younger girl pointed me out and I finally realized it. That's for sure, Zanktogaren won't feel good either. Because even though we are fighting a civil war to tighten up the country, we are caught in the mouth by people who seem to be holding hands with the cause of the system's shaking. No, it's also a strange expression that it's just a hero accompanying him - but his country, with a culture of respect for the mighty, may not care that much. It is awkward to say that it is Turius.

The fields and villages of the battlefield were flashly burned in the Battle of Voldan, but each claimed that the Arquel kingdom was caused by the brutal looting of the enemy country and that the United Kingdom of Zanktogaren was for scorched earth operations carried out by local lords. The liability issue in this case has been shelved for early reconciliation, but it has not been resolved. The majority of the locals claim that the enemy set fire to it, so public opinion is leaning toward the worse of Zanktogaren. But from the Zanktogaren side, he was a despicable commander who beat Turius to starvation in a way that didn't mind shaping the invading army. It is the demand of those who join hands with such an uncluttered enemy. I can't possibly swallow it.

From Elisha, they are both. Zanktogaren would have done the looting. In that battle, she herself is collecting supplies that she lacks in a robbery way. The invading side of the long-driven expedition cannot be replenished without further ado. And Turius could do it if it was a scorched-earth operation. There are rumors that they even burned Wang Du, and he's the kind of man who beats fanned folk grass to the battlefield to death and is flat out. Any measure that might be considered foolish, such as baking your own territory, which is the seed of the nobleman's rice, would also be implemented if necessary.

Leaving that aside... I mean, the people in the luggage truck in front who are nagging and in a good mood are ruining the role they have been given from their home country. If only we had grown up without wasting the road bank, we would have been dressed as having crossed the mountain on our own, and we would never have gone deeper into Turius.

"... the first thing..."

Bosoli and a third passenger opened their mouths. It is Yongdu.

"- For one thing, don't you think you can leave now?

His voice swept away, his fatigue seeped in, and he felt a sense of restraint as he listened. It was like that of an old man. For the first time since I was summoned by another world, I am traveling to experience this world. But what was spreading there was the reality of the Itusella continent with no dreams or hopes. Countries hang out with each other in front of the common threat of demons, even civil wars. People's exemplary nobility exploits from the people, and clerics who are to be taught are also the extremes of corruption and corruption. People's hearts are devastated, and when the weak find something even weaker, they abuse it. I saw that, and I was struck.

Diplomatic negotiations, which are the purpose of the journey, are no longer possible? Then why don't you do it already? I saw a lot of things I didn't like. Enough is enough. I'm sorry for any more. So let's stop this journey - I guess that's how it feels.

But I can't do that.

"You can't. Pulling within with no results has more negative effects than when it fails. Those who break the mornings in diplomacy will buy more mistrust than mere incompetence."

Elisha, the one who is oblivious to politics, understands the extent of it. It would be foolish to speak of impossible demands. But who better to do what you can do, even if you're an idiot, or who can't even do what you do? The Omnia under the heavens is about to fail, so we couldn't make it to the negotiations. When it comes to this, it involves the vouchers. And if they stuck their demands, that's fine. It will be a material that moves the face of national diplomacy.... Irmaella, the official angel of the mission, would be crushed in the face by hand.

"... it wasn't decided that it would fail. If this doesn't leak to the other side, it'll be the same as normal negotiations."

Tell that Irmaella to tell herself. herself, she wouldn't have believed it. It was a mouthful. That would also be a hopeful observation for a long time. Elpis-Roane is formerly Zanktogaren territory on the border. It would be rumoured if the new lord took Omnia's envoy to the top, and there is a risk that it would leak to neighbouring countries. But it was the truth that we had to ignore that possibility.

I wish I could at least have gone apart from a group of Turius, but then another problem would come up this time. Shifting the timing over the mountain would slip the time and miss the deadline for negotiations, and most importantly, we have already received from him, once and for all, the offer of the Road Bank in the name of redemption. It is a salutation while gasping for a war disaster and for the management of a new realm where governance is still uncertain. I can't tell you if I am ashamed and my mouth is torn because I used up what I received, so please give me the cost again. Even giving a ride to a group of new territorial inspections is as generous as it would normally be. I don't think that Turius did it, I even remember the creeps, but this must have been the prestige of Omnia, both an ally and a religious authority.

"I'm going to ask people to do me a favor, but you're hiding something. You're a great saint."

The boy sucked so badly as he stuck. Ilmaella, told, lays down her face whether she was conscious too. Elisha admired the confusion, saying it was a clean thing for both of us. It would be fundamental to make your side look big and flawless at the negotiating table. The point is, a battle that has changed weapons from sword to word. No fool shows his weakness on the battlefield. Honestly exposing the truth is not just a beauty story, but just a means to advance the story in a way that hustles about the magnitude of the measure. If that brings together negotiations, we should do as much as we can, but in this case, the substance is a little too harsh. Losing credibility is what I revealed. If it is, it should be hidden. Whether or not you can hide it through, again.

(Speaking of awful, so is the air between these two...)

The relationship between Yongdu, summoned as a brave man, and the contractor Irmaella, who should guide it, has never seen any improvement either during this journey. No, it's definitely getting worse. More than his ex, he hated her for summoning himself to another world, but the accompanying priesthood repeats its abuse, a form whose evil impression is also propagating to his colleague, Irmaella. On the other hand, although the girl occasionally talks to him as a snack, every time she is flaunted. This will remain the case forever, unless the will to improve relations sprouts also on Yongdu's side.

Nevertheless, she is truly a daughter whose father keeps pulling her legs. At the behest of Emilio Calandra, father of Irmaella's chosen mission attendant, the prospect of negotiations with Zanktogaren has dimmed, and relations with the brave have also made him persevere by worsening his mental perception of the Holy King. Let it be born in the seven lights of the child, and is it not a good maneuver?

I think my father was a very good man.

I think of the Marquis of Barbastol, who by now would be desperately balancing between decentralists and centralists in the Wang capital. This one, on the contrary, seems to be the case where my daughter runs away from home and joins a hostile faction, but manages to play a difficult role as a central and regional pipe. It is a nuisance to him. Elisha now reflected on her filial self. It's the one where you look at people and I shake them back. Next time, I'll think about taking a souvenir and going to see her for a long time, etc.

That was the time.

I hear horseshoes in my ears. It does not belong to a horse carrying a luggage truck. Light, then powerful horseback riding footsteps. When I saw them, the martial officers under the Ovenil family were about to join a group.

"Hey, your husband!

It is Dooe Schwarzer who returns to the report with a voice. It was about the adventurer going up, but he rode a good horse inside. If you look at it, there are bloody spots scattered around the armor.

"What's the matter, Dooey? It's a flashy outfit."

"Here's the result of being on the sentry.... the number of demons is slowly increasing around here. Even though it's full of miscellaneous fish, just a little exploration of the woods is enough to hit a pretty big herd."

"Is that true?

It was Irmaella who broke into the conversation of the Lord. Turius and the others looked at each other lightly, but prompted ahead without blocking them.

"Oh, is there anything bothering Mr. Irmaella?

"Yes. What if last year's war disaster led to an increase in demonic forces?"

"... so that Zanktogaren would stop the civil war on the matter, too."

Whenever there is devastation of the hearts and minds in wars and so forth, darkness stretches over the continent and demons spread. That's what the Holy Kingship always preaches. In fact, it was true that demons were not susceptible to major outbreaks after the Great War. Some researchers, for example, say it on their faces because of the loss of population and the temporary regression of their living areas due to the death of war, resulting in the spread of demonic territory. But since the undead and others born of the changing dead are born because of the war, there is no reason why there are no lies in what the Church preaches.

Besides, while it is something that cannot be taboo now, there are sometimes so ominous omens that the need to summon brave men is screamed out. It is possible that forces of darkness are also sneaking up on Voldan, which was last year's main battlefield.

"Rubel. Was there a noticeable change in numbers in the number of crusade requests to the Adventurer Alliance?

"Right, the entire state of Voldan was more than usual... Shit, the eastern part of the state couldn't even afford residents! In a moment, there may be an unconfirmed demon appearance because no request has been made due to financial circumstances."

When the accompanying minister said so, the upset spread to Russia. Mostly among the envoys from Omnia.

"That's it!? Do you want to proceed inside the occurrence of demons!?

"Come on, don't you think it's dangerous, is it?

... Is this what the Omnian cleric, who makes exorcism a business even if it is? Elisha turned back unexpectedly.

"Hey Irma..."

"Um... the head of the monk corps also chose the one standing in the valves because of the diplomatic envoy"

Ilmaella says so shrinking in embarrassment. In short, that [Grey Cardinal] underneath would mean that he only saw this mission dispatch as an instrument of political play, cementing it with factions of his own kind. The man, by the way, was famous for having only below average powers in the monk regiment, unlike his daughter.

"... you have nothing to worry about. As I said earlier, so far there are just a ton of miscellaneous fish gushing about goblins. Even a runaway adventurer can handle a potion."

When Dooe puts it with a seemingly complicated look, the clerics show a blatant expression of relief.

"Sa, Master Left! If so, you can be assured first."

"If you accompanied Marquis Ovenil's ministerial corps, which sounded brave last year, don't worry about a thing."

"Ha..."

He doesn't have more to this than a boulder Turius or a sigh or a raw reply. If Dooey's report is certain, the opponent will be about an oak, whether goblin or strong. I didn't expect you to be frightened enough to leave everything to your escort against such a mutton fish. No. I didn't think you could do it, and I've been reminded so many times, but I didn't know you could make it this far. Did Cardinal Calandra really think that this would make mission dispatch a success? As for Elisha, I have to think deeply about it.

"First, let's hurry to the village that lies ahead. This is the last place to supply before entering the mountains."

Turius says so, pointing to a point on the map. Pioneering Village, also brand-new with ink traces on the eastern outskirts of the state. That was today's inn.

The village was one of the newest in the province of Vordan. Because, discovered - or rediscovered to be precise - by the crossing of the mountains of the Zanktogaren army, the mountain path leads across the mountains of partition to Elpis-Roane. In order to use the route in a stable manner, travelers will need a base where they can take accommodation and supply supplies. Not to mention the land beyond the mountain is also the new territory of the Lords. It was this pioneering village in the mountains that opened up with such demand. Now it's just a small settlement where people who lost villages they used to live in because of the war gathered shoulder to shoulder. However, if this path is developed and distributed, it will be possible to grow into an accomodation town within a decade.

… although the possibility seems to be closing ruthlessly.

"Ko, is this......!?

One of the clerics leaks his voice like he wandered off.

The village, which had just been pioneered this year, had already run out of coal. The brand new hedge has been slashed down by rampage, and the portal, the entrance, is burning. The houses, which are supposed to be new buildings, already have several torn windows, with black stains on the walls that are neither blood nor coal. It was as if even the thieves had attacked me, or the war that had just ended last year, and I had rewinded my time to that point.

Eventually, one of the worn out Marutai huts opens its doors with a glimmer.

What showed up was a middle-aged man with a mess of arms and bandages on his face. Although the clothes you are wearing are only dirty, they appear to be a superior category among the items that villagers can buy. Perhaps the mayor of this pioneering village?

"Are you all... in the line of lords?

He opened his mouth with a blue and black face, a colour of exhaustion in his fallen eyes.

In response to that voice, Turius moves forward out of the line.

"Yes, anything. I am the current owner of the Ovenil family, Turius Shrounan Ovenil."

"Ooh..."

The village-like man sneezes his face and kneels. No, did it collapse without breaking off against weakness? It was a move I could take both ways.

"Mi, everyone! Show your face! Ri, the lord is here!

In response to that voice, a variety of villagers emerge from other buildings.

(Less)

Elisha feels that way about the number of people who came out of the house. Sure, this village is a small settlement, but it doesn't match the number of buildings and the number of heads. All the beholders, all the beholders, even small and large wounds. Is this still... something that has been beaten down by someone?

"Ho, it's true! A nobleman!

"Some knights......! And the clergyman!

"Oh, guys, is that gonna help...?

Hopeful words echo. Turius questioned the village chief on behalf of a group, a square in a mountain village that stood on his way to Russia.

"There seems to be something going on, but can you tell us what's going on?

"This is very polite of you."

"Oh, a forethought is fine. So, are you the village chief?

"- And excuse me! I'm late, but I'm the village chief."

The crude but seemingly pure mayor of the village answered Tullius' question as he followed.

"Oh, that was three nights ago. When the villagers were all asleep, even at midnight, the gate suddenly became more noisy. So I woke up, and I went to see what was going on. And then... there's a bunch of demons."

It must be horrible to remember. He shudders loudly as he talks.

"Is it a demon? What's that like? When it comes to what's likely to come out around here, is it a goblin?

"Chi, no. That beast smell, the thickness you can tell by the starlight, and most importantly, the sound of sniffing your nose... oh, that was so oak! It's a bunch of oaks!

"Hmm! That's those obnoxious pig noses!

And out of the villagers came he that spoke up.

"You think the orcs are a herd?

Elisha speaks to herself feeling something that doesn't fall on her heart. They overheard him. Yongdu looked strange.

"Is that weird?

"Oh. A demon named Oak is deep in desire and low in intelligence. It is common for people to break up with each other over bait and other shares. I mean, if you're normal, you don't have the habit of swarming with one another. It's common to have weaker demons under your umbrella, like the Goblins, but they're a bunch of orcs."

"Well, wrong look -"

"Hey! That's definitely an oak! You can't go wrong!

A villager who overheard Yongdu's words abhors his voice, even saying it was heartless.

"First of all, if you're a weak demon like Goblin, you can get rid of it immediately! I don't care how many oaks you have. I don't even know. It's not a good idea!

"-Well, I'm sorry...... I mean, what is this all about?

"If you're not mistaken, you must really be a bunch of oaks"

"Um... isn't that inconsistent with what you said earlier?

and Irmaella.

"There's no contradiction. I told you we wouldn't swarm with each other if we were normal. In short, something unusual is happening."

To the words of the female knight, boys and girls tilting their necks in alignment. The breath fits perfectly at times like this. I wish it were usually like this.

"To conclude, a demon has appeared that can bring together a herd of unwrapped, if normal, orcs. A stronger demon, like an orga or a giant? No, is it more of an orc superior individual than the villagers haven't seen a shadow like it"

"Top, Individual?

"Sometimes you show up, there's a freak who says that. High oak more combative than other individuals. Oak mage with high intelligence and magic. An oak chief who demonstrates his talent for leadership. The worst case scenario is Oak Road, which governs more than one herd. Either way, if you leave it in the prank, don't destroy two or three of the villages."

It's called a mutation. Has the long-survived changed, or is it a born variant? Either way, it is a powerful demon that demonstrates the ability and nature to draw a line with normal individuals.

The herd led by such a chief is troublesome. Unlike goblins, the oak is excellent in stature and strength. It can be handled as a miscellaneous fish because adventurers and knights are stronger and better equipped than that. It's hard to fight in miscellaneous soldiers, let alone villagers, etc. Besides, it comes when it exchanges the flock. It would be a nightmare for the people of the border, such as a people-shaped creature with more than human horsepower attacking them in party formation.

The villagers dropped their shoulders gaggling. Elisha explained it so that we understood the threat that struck us again.

"Oh, please, lord! The women of the village have been captured by demons! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. Please help this village!

"Well, naturally... the women caught?

Turius ponders a little into the words of the village chief, who tries to gather momentum and digress. And I looked over at Chirali and the villagers' blushes. Most of them are men, and women have a small number of adults and children. People sent to pioneering villages will often be men, but this is nevertheless an extreme ratio. Then this is...

"... your husband"

"Isn't that a little awkward, this?

Uni and Doue, two people who also have the experience of adventurers, say it all. It seemed to arrive at the same conclusion as Elisha. And the LORD, saith he, hath grown heavily.

"I know. This will have measures in place sooner or later."

"Hey, wait a minute!

There came a cleric from the mission pinching an extra mouth.

"We're in a hurry, aren't we? With a noble mission: an envoy to Zanktogaren. We must cross the mountain as soon as possible!

It is a true argument. But honesty is only the right logic, not necessarily the right human word. This is a good example of this. Diplomacy, which is also intertwined with the fate of the state, has a higher priority than border villages and so forth. But at the same time they are the envoys in charge of diplomacy - no, before that, they are the priests of the Holy Kingdoms who must save people from demons. Even though I am a protector of humanity, can I publicly say that I want to abandon you and others because I have other priorities? Did not anxiety, fear, disbelief and anger gush upon the faces of the villagers when they saw them? In the first place, the name of this trip to Zanktogaren is the stability of the people. What will it do if it disturbs the minds of the people while it passes?

Again, I can see my face getting sinister at the thought.

It's already starting to stink. Come on, let's slash these guys... I don't even notice Elisha's fingers unconsciously stretching out to the sword on her hips, and the clergymen solicit more.

"Stopping in such a despicable village..."

"Watch your mouth."

It was Irmaella who said that in a hard voice.

"It's not the right thing to do, like leave people exposed to demonic threats and move on."

"But, ma'am..."

"Ma'am, it's not. It is the judgment of the Church of the Holy King to be High Priestess (Hypriestess) and to serve as an envoy of the Omnian Empire. Let's help this village."

Face up, declare. It is not a top-down or subtraction as it has been on the road before. I declared with certainty that there was nothing to be ashamed of when this was the right thing to do.

Elisha can pull in the hand that was stretching into the pattern.

"Mm-hmm. That's good. Rather, to tell the truth, there is no alternative."

"... Huh?

"I don't know what to say, Saint Knight's apprenticeship!

The priests summon without even swallowing meaning.

It was Turius who explained to them.

"Elisha is right. I originally came here to refill the water, magusa, and fuel for lights and warmth. That's what's been attacked inside the village in the Orc raid. It's about well water that can be purchased properly. The other supplies have to be brought here using them in the rear."

In other words, it has been established from the outset that if you want to cross the mountain, you will be eating a stop here. Abandoning this village is a choice between dying wild in the middle of the road or giving up and going home. Naturally, the former can also choose the latter. If he returns home without fulfilling his role, Kalandra's face, who did this HR, will be crushed. What does His Holiness the Commander of the Monk Corps think and do as a scratched Cardinal? There will be more to look into.

"Well, we were decided here from the beginning to exorcise demons. Anyway, His Majesty the King tells me to encourage him sharply to rebuild the Voldan. You can't leave behind dangerous demons that have sprung up in your territory."

What he would say would be during last year's victory ceremony. That's what I said when I asked the King to win the tax exemption until reconstruction. I also ate the souvenir of Lavalle's placement shortly afterwards, but it is great that I have gained the will of His Majesty the King as a great name in awe. As soon as they said so now, the colour of giving up also came to the eyes of those who were foolish. How many priests of world religions have no power but to discredit the words of kings of other nations.

"Well, if that's what you decide, we need to get ready."

Say it, Turius will take a look at the group.

Obnil family lead martial officer, [two-handed sword] thing Douye Schwarzer. and several of its subordinates.

The [Silver Wolf] thing uni, a maid of former adventurers, made into the oldest ginseng slave owned by Turius.

Former head of the Second Knights of the Kingsguard of the Kingdom of Arquel, now candidate for the Holy Knight of Omnia, [Princess Knight] thing Elisha Rosmond Barbastle.

Ilmaella Aurelia Calandra, a priestess of the Church of the Holy King, who makes herself a valiant summoner and takes an alias with the contemporary Virgin.

And... Ut Jeremiah, the brave man of our time, who is still awake.

Little ones are full of face. To cook the pigs, let's say a meat-cutting knife is nothing more than a luxury. Turius seemed to be playing a little bit with how he handed out this handbill.