It's about the memories of my past life.

I remember groaning when I saw a picture of an animal called a hosibana mole.

The photograph of the cute name mole from the front gave me a much more grotesque impression.

The mole is mole-like and has a large hook claw, and the nose tip is star-shaped - more like an isoginchuck.

It would be the so-called Simula Clara phenomenon.

The nasal cavity of its nose, where the fleshy pink protrusion grew surprisingly, appeared, by illusion, to the face of a monster with a creepy recessed orbit.

Huge hook claws on huge bodies, small faces on disproportionate occasions, faces with awesome pink tentacles, and puffy empty orbits.

That monster, horribly grotesque, was just a mole with a slightly unusual nose if you change the angle of view though.

- In previous life.

…………

The guy I met in my life, no.

He led several droppers (Spawn) around him and appeared loosely in the front alley, something that reminded him of that photograph of a hosibana mole.

Beast hair that covers your body surprisingly, a large swing of hook claws on your arms.

A man-shaped demon with several flesh-colored tentacles on a strangely small face.

Behind your brain, pull that name out of a demon-related book you've read over and over again.

But the shape is Captain Rank (Commander), Tarpida.

Light and supposedly brilliant in the melee, the demon, along with the Droppers (Spawn), creeps in every way.

"Huh..."

A moment when Lunaria breathes in its grotesque appearance and wanders.

There was a chill running down my throat.

Just being driven by a sense of crisis, he pulls out his dagger and flips himself, swinging up with his back to Tarpida.

Gin! And a fierce metal noise sounded and a different response to the hand holding the pattern.

The next moment I fell and jumped on the cobblestone with a lightly broken dagger blade and a disastrously shaped tip... Crossbow Arrow (Bolt)!

Predict the second and third shots that will strike immediately and pray for protection.

Prayer for the Sacred Shield.

A brilliant line runs into the space, forming translucent shields on multiple fronts and bouncing back the crossbow arrows (bolts).

Is there more than one "Curse Word (Carsword)" engraved on the arrow pattern? The unleashed curse becomes a fog of purple darkness and tries to invade the shield, but it can withstand the difference in output.

Signs of considerable density.

… a configuration in which symptoms such as paralysis, debilitation, or confusion of consciousness would strike even if just blurred on the toe of the hand.

I can't grasp the position of the shooter with multiple snipers.

Sniping through windows and roofs - not just.

Perhaps there are holes in the walls and so on that are not noticeable from the outside with the Word of Confusion.

That's about all I can think of, the devil can't possibly not think about it.

Numerous, piercing hostilities.

In the surrounding buildings, several or several demons with such flying tools had stopped killing signs and stripped them of their intent to kill.

Understand the situation.

Cold scares run on my spine.

... This could kill you.

Not weak, but as a result of a very sober analysis, such words came to mind.

The most troublesome thing right now is not that it has become a battle all over town without much equipment.

Undoubtedly, this dried up little fountain square is a killing area (Killzone) built with the devils in mind.

Even though it is a regular item, the fact that the dagger was broken in just one shot means that the opponent's archers have prepared a draw-weight crossbow that requires a specialized winder or something.

For being able to fire without making much noise, sheetmetal armor or giant beast is a vicious substitute that penetrates without question.

Although it has the disadvantage of low sequential performance, it should be compensated for there by numbers.

There is no doubt that the arrow pattern is poisoned with more than a dense curse, so it would be enough to kill me.

… there is no invincible in this world.

The demons' "Upper King" was sealed by the heroes, and the evil dragon Varakhiaka was also debated.

- Do you have the Spirit Sword, the Devil's Sword, whose opponent is named?

If you are running a people-like life, there are many moments when you are not wearing a sword.

- You bathe in dragon blood, and you work out well with stubbornness and suspicion?

You can halibut from all sides with the penetration of a crossbow enhanced by gearing, such as stubborn force pride.

- The other person is loved by God and given a miracle?

If prayer heals wounds and soothes poison, the more difficult it becomes to pray for it, the more poisonous it is.

I mean, that's the thing.

They understand my abilities, and then they come to kill me.

Being alive is being dead.

Ironically, as God teaches you - if you're alive, you can kill them.

He said there was a difference in basic abilities.

Develop a proper strategy.

Prepare personnel.

Align the tools.

If you take the lead, you can kill him.

Neither am I.

I don't think I was alarmed, but the Devils' hands were longer than expected.

I had no idea that so many demons would enter the realm of men, in the middle of the city, and carry out raids ready to go around.

Hitherto, Osamu, I have been the leader in the battle, but at last that is the reversed form.

- Now I'm on the hunting side, on the dragging side.

How do we get through this?

Preparation time was on the other side.

The half-breed responder is likely assumed by the other party as well.

How can I exceed my opponent's assumptions?

The stone in this case is to leave and re-compartmentalize at all costs, no matter how mundane.

Staying in the middle of the opponent's kill zone is absolutely unfavourable.

But now I have Lunaria beside me.

Can you leave an alley where you don't even know what's being planted while sheltering her...?

A spark of thought plays, and such an idea just momentarily crosses the back of my brain.

That's when.

"............... oh, I failed"

From the side, I heard a pale voice.

She was smiling, like nothing.

Put your fingertips on those smooth cheeks and wrap your little neck around them.

"I knew demons were savage. I can't believe you just use people and don't hesitate to wind up like that."

A crossbow arrow (bolt) hits the chisel and the Holy Shield.

There are signs that the endurance of the shield will gradually shred.

Deepen your prayers. Overlay the shield and take a position to shelter Lunaria.

"Isn't that what I can say? I got you something. - Look, what are you doing?

"What?

I asked quietly as I stepped up my shield-sharing attacks and looked at the demons narrowing the siege.

"Just go, I mean. You're the one they're after, not me."

Cold, familiar tone.

"What if a flow arrow hits you? If you're a good saint, why don't you just take action to protect me?

A lurked eyebrow.

Contemptuous eyes.

There were no signs of falsehood.

I didn't, but...

…………

She is faintly trembling.

That was enough.

"It's okay, don't worry"

"Ha, what are you talking about? I'm..."

Looking at my expression in this situation, I can see the general advantages and disadvantages.

To the extent that it is not a clear lie, it spreads out words that push it away.

I don't have the strength to fight.

I don't have anything to overshadow this situation.

As you aim at me, you may die lightly depending on the situation... and yet you get warm feelings about her for doing that.

I kicked your care, and I'm sorry.

But it's okay.

- I'll protect you.

That being said, she mumbled.

Then in my mouth, I try to twist something with a bun, stop.

"……… Hey."

"Yeah."

"... you know what, I, I'm gonna be serious, right?

"I don't mind."

Answer the question of ascendancy immediately.

Originally, I'm not willing to lie to one of these suspicious and good at hiding the truth.

"……… stupid."

She lowered her eyes and squealed.

"I was trying to fit you in, wasn't I?

"I know."

"I was selling you, wasn't I?

"I know that too."

"Aren't you allowed to say enemy?

"I don't think so."

"If you can get paid, who can shake your tail?

"As many times as I say, let's stop humiliating ourselves that way."

"……… Already. Really, already."

The arrow of the unleashed crossbow (bolt).

Many Words are cursed.

As she shredded the Sacred Shield - with her moist eyes, she smiled slowly.

"It's like a verbal complaint. - You shouldn't."

With a soft voice, be merciful.

As usual, I wasn't feeling kind of bad about being able to throw teasing complaints.

"If you let me be serious and betray you, I'm scared, right?

"Ha. Well, we have to do our best to make sure it doesn't fit the scary eye."

Inside an unafraid iron fire.

- But I kind of felt like she and I had made sense for the first time.

…………

The enemy has dozens of demons.

Crisis, predicament without deception, beside the woman to protect.

- Brad would laugh at you for sure.

This is the man's battlefield.

This is exactly what warriors are for, there's no shortage for them.

So I did, too.

I turn my hand around Lunaria's hips, and I hug her - laughing at the impending demons a little disguised because of their unfamiliarity, but stripping them of their fangs.

- Come on, you want to kill him, don't you? Come on.

As that grin invites me, the line of prayer breaks.

Glittering particles scatter along with the crushing sound of the vitreous - the nasty demons pounce in.