"Hih!?
A screaming voice echoes in the alley.
Back length like a person.
Body shape like a person.
It looked like a man in a torn hood, sitting in front of their eyes.
But it wasn't a person.
From the area that hits both orbits, there can be no such thing as a person with a baby's arm-wrapped tactile sensation.
The tip of the tiny fingered tactile sensation is strangely awkward.
In conjunction with the motion, both arms deformed into sharp hook claws.
- "Soldier Grade (Soldier)" Demon (Demon), Banna.
For that daemon, which is optimized in the dark and does not depend on vision, but senses and acts on sounds and vibrations -
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?
They - Mr. Rod, Mr. Todd and Mr. Zini's three brothers - penetrated.
I have a pitiful voice, but the behavior itself is accurate.
The first Mr. Rod with a larger circular shield advances straight to defend his nails and bites, holding his shoulders down and stopping any movement he tries to assemble.
Meanwhile,
"Damn, damn it! Die! Die!
"Hih!? Konno!?
Mr. Todd and Mr. Gini turn from left to right and beat him rarely with a shiny sword and a battle hammer.
Even though Vanna's entire body, which is a demon (demon), is extremely stubborn, if she can beat the goods to the boulder more than once, she will suffer scratches and bleed.
A creepy scratch like Vanna's fingernails on the stone.
But the three brothers will not leave, but will slash, slap and continue to injure the vannah.
If you aim at one, one of them protects and the other two go on offense.
If we pull it off, the three of us work together to hunt it down, and if we try to break through forcefully, the other one will target the attack from behind while stopping it for two.
- It's a collaboration that leverages the benefits of numbers.
"Yikes, Yikes!!
Banna sprayed blood bubbles from her mouth.
My wife, or the little tentacles in her orbit, stretch out in terrible momentum.
"Hih!?
Sprinkle the sticky mucus, sprinkle the baby's hand, and Jini wields a small shield and desperately scratches it...
"Hurrah!
Mr. Rod poked Banna's belly with a one-handed sword from the shadow of a circular shield
Combining a single-handed sword and a circular shield aimed at the joints of the belly and armor from the shadow of the shield, the combat technique is plain looking but stiff and highly destructive, and extremely practical.
A clenched blade tip breaks the devil's tough outer skin and rips his belly.
And the moment Vanna's frightened, Mr. Todd changes the way he holds the sword.
How dare you shake the blade with your bare hands?
"Whoa!
With a sturdy tweezer, he punches around the noodle of a thoughtful vanna.
Fighting kills, but I'm a good swordsman and a killer.
It sounds dull and dull.
Finally, the vannah melts and falls.
"Ooh!?
"Yu, yu, don't be alarmed. Yikes!?
"Hit me, hit me!!
Instead of remaining alert after a fall, the three continue to attack with fear.
They are wearing brand new armor, holding a picky weapon in their hands, and slapping the demon who fell with tears as they squeaked their faces.
Look at the sight of the slap.
"Yeah."
And I nodded.
I'm not saying I'm still immature and have no flaws, but I was originally a brother and I'm breathtaking, and I don't have any experience in action.
When I was thinking that if I wore proper gear, it would be stable.
"Target facility is under control -! I missed one there, are you okay!?
Cecilia, a cleric warrior, came, mocking her blonde hair and removing her helmet.
Seeing the three of them still beating up the demons, almost dusty, she stopped as surprised for a moment.
Though Mr. Rod, Mr. Todd and Mr. Gini are dirty in the dust of the devil and their faces are drawn to fear.
With what Mr. Cecilia has done, it seems that he has finally realized that he has defeated the devil.
The three of you stop moving and look at her in surprise.
Mr. Cecilia's headed to the three of them.
"All right, did you cut through the help of the Holy Knight without it!... Nice guts!
And, he gripped his fist all the time for a praiseworthy motion, grinning niggardly.
The three brothers, who had not been strong enough, looked at them with a frightened face, and then began to greet them.
I see each other with a mixed smile of pride, joy, and all sorts of emotions.
Mr. Cecilia laughed once more.
"But when you get back, you're retraining! Still all sweet!
The three laughs froze and, heh, the screaming voice sounded again.
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- The afternoon colorful streets were quiet as they slept.
It's been very busy around here since sundown.
And in the morning, we're sending guests out and cleaning up, and this one's gonna make a scene.
The afternoon is unexpectedly calm as a narrow time zone around it.
Cecilia, who ends the demonic exorcism in the slums and sticks out, "Come on home, it's reflection and training," etc., and her three brothers, who tremble at the word, say goodbye, "Because I have a promise".
As I walked straight down the streets of Colored Street, a spilled blonde man - Mr. Samuel - walked up to me.
"Hey, it's a coincidence."
"Hahahaha..................................................................................................................................................................................................................
He jokes and tells me, but he doesn't lie, so he doesn't have to laugh bitterly.
Nothing. I didn't happen to go and meet him. I'll meet you there for a purpose.
"I'm in touch for now, no noticeable movement on the intended person. There seems to be no escape line, but what are you thinking..."
"…… I just tighten it up no matter what I'm thinking, but it's creepy if there's no movement like this."
"Oh… I can't read their thoughts at all."
Second, he raises his face and fishes up the edge of his mouth slightly.
"……… Operation to fill it from a lot of outer moat, you're getting a good omelet."
From across the street, a group of patrol cleric warriors walked in.
When I met Pepper, they opened their eyes and hurried back to thank me for noticing me, too.
... By exposing the presence of the devil to the public, the temple patrol has returned to the vicinity of the colorful streets and slums.
Although Specular, who dashed the scandal once and turned it into Maynard Precinct Manager, took it down.
As a result of stopping patrolling the boulders and cooking them out, the argument of returning them to the evil god's family's nest will also prevail.
No matter how many precinct chiefs say they have that much power, if they stick it hard here, they'll just be suspicious, and rather they can be held accountable for their previous statements.
... As a result, the returning clerics moved quickly.
Apologize for all of your absence and continue to restore trust, starting with treatment and cooking.
Followed by more access to problematic brothels under the pretext of the existence of demons, more patrols in insecure places, and good offices for the poor -
I am using the power of my organization to improve my health even to the point where I was unable to do so alone.
This street feels a little better than before.
"Lately, you've been dating some cleric warriors for training and therapy?
"Yeah. About three people I know, they're mixed up in training, so thank you too."
"I've heard rumors from Cecilia that she's worth working out.... but thanks guys, sounds like the fictitious name is ahead of us, are you ok?
Sure, Mr. Rod, Mr. Todd and Mr. Zini's three brothers gave him the Demon Killer Medal, but his strength hasn't kept up with his name.
If all the names are thrown out in advance, they are likely to be brought in and ruined with a request that doesn't fit their length.
Mr. Samuel's concerns are legitimate. I think about it enough. [M]
And the answer reached is one.
"You just have to work out until you catch up with your name."
…………
Workouts are justice.
When I said that, Mr. Samuel looked like he had eaten - then laughed.
"Right. After all, that's what warriors are for."
"It's a trivial question of whether the name catches up to us later or the name we ran to first."
"Totally."
I was the one who hustled their medal.
It would be irresponsible to just let the void get ahead of you and throw it out as it is.
So we have an environment to work out.
If you can withstand the training of the Vault Cleric Warriors, you will gain skill at one end in a while.
... but that's it. I can't take care of you any more, and I shouldn't.
Whether immature or immature, they are warriors. I am not a child.
I can't believe I'm going to take care of everything like my mother. That would be an insult to their readiness to regain pride and to get back on track as an adventurer.
"I hope you're a good warrior."
"That's right."
So, and speaking of what you can do for them...
"I hope so."
Enough to say a prayer.
May there be good guidance.
On that journey, good and righteous, and may there be many fortunes.
"Right."
Mr. Samuel nodded slightly in meditation at the words.
Perhaps he, too, prayed just a little.
Then often, walk silently.
I looked around and made sure there were no listening beings - I decided to cut to the point.
"… So this is what I was asking you to do."
"Yeah, I got the connection, and I agreed to it."
To that answer, I'm relieved.
Because it also considered the possibility of being stuck.
"Mr. over there, I'll wait for you at the liquor store - because again, you're going out of your way to see me?
Meanwhile, Mr. Samuel was surprised.
I thought there was no connection between you and him.
"Right. It does amount to never having exchanged voices, and to the extent that we met face to face with His Highness Ethel's Omake. It's close to the first meeting."
"… Then why again?"
"There's a situation. I have to see you."
Now, maybe.
If I called, I thought you could respond.
"- Old Grantory from Wizard's Dagger has important business to attend to."