Outaishihi ni Nante Naritakunai!!

"Become..."

Having brought a man as usual, I stood up on the spot.

The reason is simple. Because Mr. Derris' passage, which was supposed to be invisible, had already spread in front of him without any obstacles.

Like last time, I tried to touch it and it didn't show up. From the beginning. Come on. I can see the aisle all the time.

I doubt my eyes on a sight that is too uncomfortable, unlike usual.

A voice I could hear echoed in my ear that was halfway through what was going on.

"Look, just get in there before the others find you."

"Huh?"

I couldn't help but notice the shadow.

"Fine, hurry up"

"Oh, yes."

My voice rushes me back to hold the man and step into the aisle.

I guess this is how you opened the aisle, which means you can bring him in.

As I stepped into the aisle, the aisle turned into the usual fog-covered one.

I'm somewhat relieved by the way it looks.

Looking back, the entrance had already disappeared.

I understand that he probably only opened it first where he was going in.

I walked out to Mr. Derris' house thinking it was helpful, but just then one raven flew in tremendous momentum from behind.

"Abrasion."

When I shrugged myself in, the raven flew away without showing any interest here.

"What was that..."

As he regained his mind and proceeded into the fog, he could confirm that a black mass was approaching from the direction of progress.

I was anxious to see what was going on with him holding a man, but that came straight this way. It's a slippery move.

I came close and found out that the black mass was shaped like a big dog.

Black as a shadow, eyes and nose nowhere to be found, even with a face.

Normally, it should be creepy, but I felt no wonder and no fear.

There Mr. Derris' voice sounded again.

"Get the man on that dog."

When he followed the instructions and put him on his back, the black dog quietly began to move toward Mr. Derris' house.

I followed it on purpose, too.

◇ ◇ ◇

As he crept through the open door, the dog went straight down the stairs.

Continuing later with admiration that it was a clever thing to do with people on board, Mr. Derris looked at this one in his usual black hood.

Is it my fault that I look tired somewhere?

"... you brought me another troublesome one..."

"... excuse me"

He tells me like I'm frightened, and I bow my head.

I am well aware of the inconvenience it is causing. Nothing more than apologizing.

Mr. Derris waves at the dog. The dog changed shape with the man on his back and turned into something like a bed. Convenient.

She keeps one hand up. A black raven jumped in through the window stopped in its arms. A familiar raven. Is this the guy who flew away earlier?

Or a raven on a witch...... too fitting.

"I've been trying to get this user demon through a series of takeaways. There's a pretty nasty curse on this guy."

"... is it a curse after all?

Mr. Derris nodded clearly, not wanting to believe and reconfirming.

I was hoping it wouldn't be the same, but it doesn't seem to work that way.

Releasing a raven that he was a demon of use, Mr. Derris approached the man, wearing his outfit all the way to his chest. Then remove the facial cover as well.

Numb curly black hair and a bitter, still young face appeared.

Still young.

The skinny body was so uplifting that the bones rose. And yet it's tight and tight. The exposed upper body had terrible scars here and there.

I almost turned away unexpectedly, but I managed to indulge.

Mr. Derris starts casting something like a spell when he puts his hand over his chest unconsciously without looking concerned.

As soon as I did, a man suffered.

I have no idea what's starting, I'm just gratuitously confused.

"Mr. Derris??

"Shut up. Look, here it comes. This is who the curse is. A spell that takes the other person's life in exchange for his own.... the assassins of Sahaja in the west use it against someone they really want to kill."

Following her gaze, I saw a large amount of black text floating around the area where his heart was.

Poorly-favored sorcery group with two snakes entwined in a jar.

"... Sahaja?

I have a name that I don't even think about, and I ask him back.

That's right, Mr. Derris agreed.

Search the words for the knowledge of Sahaja in your head.

Sahaja is the name of the country.

Desert Country 'Sahaja'

One of the great powers located west of our country. This country, which the belligerent king offers, has long been in contention. More than half of the national territory is in a harsh landscape called the desert, or a war-loving military state that is always aimed at the countries around it.

We are not in a state of war because a truce agreement is currently in place with our country, but near the western border the Knights of Segunda are always blinding.

There are many strong demons in the desert of the country, so it is often said that the Jailers fight together. Because of this, this country was the first to establish what is known as the Alliance, a union of human beings of the same kind.

The guild branch also exists in our country, of course, but its general headquarters is in the capital of Sahaja.

Although the guilds are of various kinds with commercial, industrial and adventurer guilds, the particularly famous guild that exists only in Sahaja was the 'Assassin's Guild'.

That guild of undertaking assassinations with money even has the black rumor that it is under the direct authority of the King.

"Uh. Does that mean he has any connection to the Sahaja assassins?

He was suffering here now and he didn't look very like that.

Mr. Derris laughs vaguely.

"I don't know what kind of engagement that is. This man's outfit doesn't belong to Sahaja, and whatever it is, it's a red eye, right? You're not from Sahaja. These eyes are more north."

"North..."

I think of some northern countries.

But I didn't think of a country with a red-eyed clan.

I knew about it as a cursed clan in the first place, but its existence was nothing but rumors.

I also thought it was eyebrow spitting until I actually saw it today.

"Enough to hang such a curse. I'm pretty sure you're buying a lot of grudge against Sahaja's Assassin Guild."

"Really..."

"The Assassin's Guild of Sahaja works only with money. I'm an occupational assassin, so I don't normally risk my life for nothing. They cursed me in exchange for my life, so I was just telling you how much they resent me."

Haha and stare at him exhaling painfully.

I don't know what happened, but he was targeted and cursed by the Assassin's Guild in Sahaja. I wonder if I've been running away to this country.

"Can you help?

When I said that, Mr. Derris shook his head powerless.

"Of course, I'd say, there's no way out of this curse. It's a powerful spell to hang in exchange for your own life. Maybe even a few days early."

"Oh, no."

"The curse has already gone all over my body. Your escort said so, too. It's too late for that. I thought I might be able to do something about it, so I just checked it out for once, but it's great. All I can do is kill you later."

Because dying of a curse is painful, Mr. Derris added.

The words brought back what he had been pleading with me to 'get it down'.

That was a plea after I found out everything.

"I'm still young..."

"Well, yeah. I've done so much resentment this past year. I guess he wasn't the only one."

Replace Mr. Derris away from the side of the man and approach the side.

He's still breathing rough and rough.

In it he opened his eyes. There is still no light in one eye. The other red eye seemed unfocused. But somehow, I think you saw me.

And the moment I thought I recognized it, I'd already meditated on my eyes.

I have no idea what to say or apologize to him like that.

I'm gonna help you cheaply. What a mouthful, I made you hope.

I reached out to him who had given up.

And yet I can't believe I can't do anything for you, and now I'm less than that stupid bitch (Maria).

"Sorry...... sorry. I can't do anything for you."

I can't do anything, but I can't even choose to kill you and make it easier for you.

She's a terrible woman.

I grabbed his hand and knelt on the floor cramping his body tightly from earlier.

Softly reach out to the text above the heart raised by Mr. Derris's surgery.

It is this sorcery that afflicts him. In one of these little formations, he's in danger of his life.

I regret that I cannot do anything. Is there really no hand to hit?

"I wish these sorcery formations had disappeared..."

He stared hatefully and touched the sorcerers to crush them.

I saw it. Mr. Derris says it like he panicked.

"Hey, don't touch it lightly. It's a curse. It's a negative mass. What if something happens by touching it directly?"

I also tried to pull the hand that held the sorcery formation at her impatience. At that time.

- - Parin.

"Huh?"

Something broke.