For a while, they were all silent.

This one is exciting too.

I pushed with momentum, but calmly wondered what rights I had to judge, and if I was logically penetrated, there would be a dangerous side.

In fact, if you ask me if I have the right to stick my neck in a situation like this, I don't have it.

"But... keep him alive, and what if he goes wild again?"

Small and old, says Tom, the village chief.

Realistically, yes.

If this number is seriously rampant, the village side could lose depending on timing and momentum.

Even if we don't defeat, there will be enormous damage.

You're lucky I'm here, so it's a realistic trick to kill them all to make sure they're safe and secure.

"If I get violent again, is that it?

- Conversely, I'm lucky to be here now.

I dare to lean my neck in a bit of a playful way.

"I've decided to kill them all."

What do you want me to swear for?

…………

Tom Village Chief also shuts up.

He also remembered that I was the one who took control of all these dozen people. [M]

"Nothing, I'm not talking about killing anything or anything.

I'm talking about taking minimum steps to check the background and circumstances and see if there are any dropouts.

Decent authority… it does not seem that the Lords power has been extended, so under the authority of God, in accordance with the ancient law "

Self-Relief. Self-test.

Something like that is certainly correct to a certain extent.

In fact, if the social system is not turned around as a real problem, we have to judge it by the rules within our own group.

But there is one problem with that structure.

The same phenomenon occurs more or less everywhere, if in similar structures, whether it be warring villages, medieval European settlements or densely forested tribal societies.

Once a killing starts between different groups, the chain of retaliation is hard to stop because there is no power across the group that stops it powerfully.

As a result, Zara also has the barren situation that no settlement or compromise can be reached until all the groups involved in the dispute are extremely exhausted.

If that is realistically possible, it is better to prevent serious matters.

That's true in previous lives, but if it's only right to kill back emotionally because of the dead for now, there's no need to develop laws or trials.

Moreover,

"I've raided... for now, it's called a thief, but even on the thief's side, there's not necessarily a dozen others out there yet.

If you can afford to ask about the background and circumstances, don't you think you should ask?

Even I don't know anything about it. [M]

As much as God sent you in Revelation, it's even possible that this is a sign of some great unrest.

…………

To avoid the danger for now, I surround you, slap you with a stick, kill you and hang you, then you're afraid of the rest.

Tom Village Manager also thinks a little about that kind of proposal.

"…… Then, clergyman."

"I wonder."

"Are you going to judge me fairly?

"Otherwise, the god of judgment, Vault, will judge me."

In this world, God exercises his power in reality.

Although the descent of the Wood Spirit seems to be a rare occurrence on boulders, it is a tea meal that God gives prayer to what suits his eyes or strips away from the unhappy.

"Even if I can't believe it, can't you believe the good God who is empowering me?

"Well, it sure is. I don't know, but I have to be a goddess priest of thunder gods and goddess goddess goddess daughter... well"

The thunderous god Vault is to society in general, and the Mother Earth god Martel has a thick faith in rural areas.

This persuasion should also be valid, phylographically, of the god of lightning.

"Everyone else, what do you think?

I swear by the balance of judgment of the Thunder God Vault, I will not judge you improperly. "

"Well, if that's the case……………."

"Uhm...... but John's guy is going to be killed!

"Whoa, one of us is going to die, forget that!

Of course, I nodded.

I cry over the body, I see the family of the dead. [M]

"Thank you very much.

Once again, then, I hereby declare the end of the battle and the commencement of the trial.

Thereafter, if you attempt to sue a weapon by force in your hand before the sentence is officially handed down - "

Look around.

"No longer without asking questions, I will snap your neck. Be prepared."

In the meantime, before the trial, I decided to treat the injured person from one end.

From the rubbed off, the cuts, sprains, and terrible people were to the extent that they had cracks in their bones, but all healed regardless of the faction.

"Oh, move, move!

"Now I can do my wild work from tomorrow."

"Thank you very much, God…."

And that's how the village reacts.

…………

The thief side, many of them were silent all the time.

Menel pretended not to know anything about me.

I pretended not to know him either.

I'm not going to help him until he bends the rules, though maybe this dangerous trial won't be concluded if he doubts his impartiality, and I won't deny it until it's somewhat thoughtful.

…… When everyone's wound is treated, the funeral of the deceased John will be brief.

The village's joint cemetery, albeit about a little tsuka, buried the body there, offering prayers.

Lights rise at dawn, returning to the sky to lead the flutter and soul.

At that time, John's spiritual body, slightly deceased, smiled at the bereaved family.

His wife and daughter cried.

When I finished all that was needed after those battles, I decided to rush around to see what was going on.

Honestly, I can't take much time.

The village side will be reluctant to prepare a meal or something for the thief side, and the more hungry you get, the crunchier the thief side will be and more susceptible to self-assault.

Without a doubt the village side will react to it and come to a radical conclusion.

Whatever the conclusion, I've never just gone beyond expanding.

That's why I checked with the village first.

On the village side, they don't remember against the bandit side that attacked them.

"In the first place, the villages around here... well, somehow, there are a lot of 'circumstances'"

Tom Village Manager like that, his gaze is sharp.

There are little old wounds everywhere.

I guess I haven't lived my life all over the street.

In simple villagers and such, no doubt, no.

"Many people scratch their tibia more or less because they want to stay at the end of the border, in the Forest of the Beast.

The danger of the forest and the fact that we have a weak relationship… When it comes to people a little further away, I honestly don't know what to expect. "

I see, nod.

After checking with some of the other villagers, this time it's the thief's side.

What kind of a group are you, and how did you reach such an example?

When asked, a young man opened his mouth heavily.

"... they burned the village."

"Did you say you were burned?

Tom Murakami, who was beside him, also blushes at the words that should not be heard.

Control it with your hands and I'll keep asking questions.

"What the hell is it like to be burned?

"It was a warcraft I had never even seen. He had three necks... and the men who stood up to him were also killed lightly.

People and livestock were eaten and killed one after the other, and the house was burned, besides in funny half, or magically sprinkled to the field with poison.

… uh, what did Menel say? "

A young man gives Menel his gaze.

…………

Menel held his mouth for a while but eventually answered.

I wasn't on the spot.

"…… Synthetic Beast (Kimyra). Maybe it's Kimyra."

Synthetic Beast... I learned that name from Gus as well.

A strange predator of unknown origin, also said to have been created by the evil study of ancient language magic, with the families of evil gods.

He looks like he's wearing multiple beasts, and the pattern is uncertain...

The most major type is having the head of a lion and the torso of a goat, the tail of a venomous snake, or combining each head.

A giant enough to chew a human into a bite, and yet its giant, with wings and flying through the sky.

Warcraft in Warcraft. It's extremely dangerous...

"A warcraft that rarely shows up in people, though it should be..."

"But as far as I can tell, there's nothing else that applies.

Are we running out of bait, or have we collapsed around some ancient ruins?

Or I don't know what the evil god cleric (Dark Priest) did... "

Menel can't seem to speculate about that either.

But I have a lot of knowledge.

"What about you?

"I'm Menel, Menel Doll. of the village destroyed by that Kimaira...... well, a hunter who lived off.

As you can see, it's the monster of the bastard, the adventurer did it, and here it comes.

At the time of the raid, I went hunting and wasn't in the village... "

Menel's voice becomes gloomy.

If I did have as many handlers as he did, even if I couldn't destroy Kimyra, I might have been able to buy some time.

"Kimyra killed me, the old lady who was the head of the village, a good man.

Gorotzki like me accepted me.

… really, he was a good person. "

…………

I groaned with a nostalgic voice, of a half elf with silver hair.

"I owe it to my grandmother.

So I managed to escape from Kimyra and feed the people in the village who were freezing in the woods.

Nevertheless, there's no way you can beat your Kimaira opponent on a boulder. "

That, to a beautiful look.

Slowly, there's a miserable smile.

"So before the villagers die?

… I tried to strike a village somewhere, kill it all, and make it look just like it. "

The more relieved, the more cruel.

He grinned like a blade.

"No money, no stuff! I took dozens of people to the city to sell myself.

Excited screams.

"That's why I was going to take this chinky village away from you!

That's right, I'm the mastermind, I fanned it! I'm the one who shot him around!

of the villagers, the gaze of hatred gathers upon him.

But I know it's nearby. His eyes are calm.

Calm down - I'm trying to focus the villagers' anger on me.

"... hey, please. You're a devout, merciful priest, aren't you?

Even if it's just a few of us, why don't we just miss it? Please……………………. "

A pitiful plea to turn around and cling to me.

To wear these tubes, he's in front of me, really, how...

"There's no way I can miss it.

Where is the guarantee that we will not re-attack Nong La with resentment?

Somewhere in the woods, you can still hide women and children from battle. "

Tom, the village chief, broke in and slammed his words.

"If I kill you guys, they will look for the woods and sell you out too!!

For the future life of John's family!!

That cry also raises a cry of consent from the village side.

It's settled.

Kill.

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill the man!

Sell off the women and children!!

A vortex of fanatical screaming.

…………

Because there are beasts and warcraft, I thought.

But that wasn't all.

The End of the Earth, where man strips out his beast heart to live.

... "Beast Woods" is something I used to say.

"-... Quiet!!!

Dang, do your best to step on the ground (stomping).

To the ground, people are silent.

"Did you forget to mention that if you tried to sue a weapon by force in your hand before the verdict was officially handed down, you would snap your neck?

Look around slowly.

I don't have another moment of respite.

"…… I understand the situation."

Sooner or later, it will avalanche into a private sentence (lynching) again.

Now. Now I just have to make some sort of verdict.

"I would like to present a verdict.

But there's one thing I'd like to ask you before... "

Brad, Marie.

Please keep an eye on me.

God of Lightning.

Please, give me your protection.

"- I would like to confirm the market price of human beings."

With as solemn a voice as possible, that's what I said.