After that, the other party who fell on the floor had been wrapped around in a rope by Nagrom.
It's like a worm now.
The other party was staring at Yarg dissatisfied.
"... really, is this okay"
Yarg groans worryingly.
"G., it's a rope that binds the Graphant. It's okay... of, it should be. Even though it's subracial, it's the same person we are."
Nagrom tells me to tell myself.
I've never seen Graffant, but it must be a demon or something.
The other party listens to what Nagrom has told them and applies strength to their arms all the time.
That makes the rope snap.
It conveys what they thought was going to happen.
... Hey, stop swinging a thousand on this occasion right now.
"But... I hope you look fine after all that Molls poison..."
"... will only be slightly more resistant to poison. My father also said that the nature of the subrace is more difficult to grasp than demons."
The other party's gaze has been locked on Yarg since earlier.
I can't see their faces because it's from their perspective, but I could easily imagine their faces staring at Yarg with a musty look on their face.
When his eyes met, Yarg's eyeballs moved slightly.
He seemed intentionally distracted. I guess I feel guilty.
"... Dear Nagrom, if you use this subhuman as a living bait, will you not injure Manticore? If you're in a bad mood, you might make strange demands again."
"Leave it tied with rope and you'll be fine"
After all, as expected, is it a dedication to Manticore?
It's a demand. To hear what you're saying, you're demanding that people be offered sacrifices on a regular basis instead of attacking people indiscriminately.
No, even when Manticore was sitting in the dragon god's temple, it was a little odd.
The child in the shrine should have worn a face.
At that time I thought it was worn by all of the Litveal tribes, but in retrospect, it was only the children of that time and the people who came with their contribution to me.
Even assuming that something deeply involved with Dragon God would face it, the question remains as to why those children were on the face.
... It's a complete inference, but I wonder if you even had a face for life bait.
You don't want to see the face of a child being taken as a sacrifice too seriously.
If you're offering sacrifices over here to prevent Manticore from breaking out, it's not strange to think you were doing the same thing in the other village.
If so, was Aro also... sacrificed?
That would kill my mother, too.
I made arrangements in the settlement, so if they tell you to dedicate your child to the monster,
For Manticore, maybe humans are a hobby in food.
If you were eating at the momentum of a meal, a settlement of this size would be empty as soon as possible.
I can somehow peek at that from the fact that it's aimed at only a small number of children.
But that's not until today either.
If I go to the front of the manticore, I will solve the [manipulation technique] on the spot and I will bite you to death at once.
"...... ha"
They eat their teeth all the time and roar low.
... I know how you feel, but, uh, the more I ask.
Yarg heard the other party squeal and held his right hand gently with the opposite hand as he remembered something.
"Yarg, will you ask another one?
"Yes, no, because I'm the one who brought you here"
"Right. Okay, I'll ask you. Don't let them bite your hands again."
Yarg's right hand is wrapped around with a bandage.
... That finger, I guess I won't go back.
Even Rest is only powerful enough to stop the bleeding and heal naturally at best.
It's awkward for each other, but, hey, let's get you to Manticore's place.
Yarg went to the back of the mansion once and came back with a hemp bag that was just about to fit each person and a cloth stuck to a surface mimicking a circular animal.
You're gonna put that on me.
Isn't that completely bingo?
When Yarg tried to put his face on the other side, the other side rattled his teeth.
Yarg's movements stopped for a moment but resumed immediately.
After covering the surface, knock the other side down and put it in the bag.
But it's time for you to be anxious here.
[The technique of humanization] can be used at most about thirty minutes later.
I'm in trouble if you don't take me to Manticore by then.
I don't even know how to figure out how to escape when time runs out.
Yarg held the other side up as he stuck it in the bag and walked out.
Until halfway through, I could hear talking and someone walking.
But long enough, I was barely hearing anything other than Yarg's footsteps.
Is it time to get to Manticore?
"Hey Tatark, it's me"
Yarg stops and speaks to someone.
"Mr. Yarg, the... what's that?
My voice returned.
Respectfully, but with a low voice, he felt older than Yarg.
"A traveler. Be careful not to untie the rope."
You've finally arrived.
Hold on, MP. You're totally gonna bump into Manticore.
Even if I'm surprised, I think I can handle a meatball battle alone......
"The other kids... why don't you untie the rope?
"It's a rope against demons. Master Nagrom tied it up with all his strength. If they're debilitated, they can't solve it first."
"... so is that"
Hmm? Are there other sacrifices?
Thinking what it meant, the bag was placed on the ground.
Yarg and Tatark take each other out of the bag for two.
I can finally look around.
There was a rocky mountain ahead.
From the gray rocky milestones, trees stretch by the way.
Tatark, as expected, looked older than Yarg.
I don't know how old he is, but he's a little over thirty.
She had skinny, unhealthy skin tones and looked like she would want to quote her age up because she was a little twisted or an old face.
Yarg and Tatark approach the rocky mountain and move a large rock for two.
When the rock moved, there was a hole underneath it.
Tatark peeked softly under the hole and shook his head nasty.
"Master Nagrom said it's appropriate because you're a leftover person, but you don't seem to be up to your life bait turn. Let me tell you something."
Tatark was called from Yarg, stretching his pins and spine to look back at him.
"Oh, that's not true. Leave it to me."
Yarg had a distrustful view of Tatark like that, but soon he took his eyes off him and came back near the other side.
Hold each other's hips and let them stand, taking them to the front of the hole.
"Traveler. If you want to resent me, you want to resent me..."
"Pep."
The other party spit on Yarg's face from close range and jumped himself into the hole.
It wasn't that high a distance, like two meters at best.
Even in the current state of detention, this physical ability seems to make it easy to jump on board.
But they...
Well, I'm not saying no...
"Mm-hmm. You complaining?
No, I don't...
I'm sorry, you rather kept me under control. I really appreciate it.
It's always bad for you to adapt to my way of thinking.
The other side looks around.
Inside, the cavity was wide and tall compared to near the entrance. Municipal depending on the location, but there were also close to three meters.
It is surrounded by a side of rock skin, but at the top there is a lot of gap between rock and rock, the light is inserted from the place and it is not very dark.
... Inside the cave, it caught my eye that ten girls were imprisoned.
Is it more or less between the ages of six and twelve?
There is no doubt about the Litveal tribe from the outside.
They were surrounded by surfaces of stripped and scattered examples.
I also saw about three kids still facing discipline.
They all had dark faces and gathered on dirty rugs in the dirt laid in the corners of the cave.
You can't be unaware of this one, but you show little response.
"... dude. What, here?"
The other person speaks up.
After a little while, the leading girl looked up and did an eye over here.
"Hey, did they bait you, too?
"Being baited? No, I did."
"... right?
The other side told him to throw up and shook his head wide.
The surface covering falls to the ground.
The child tilted his neck small, but heard nothing more.
... I assumed it would be a bad pattern.
Isn't there a manticore here that locks up the live bait to the manticore once and for all?
Because humanization is about to be timed out.
If it was just the other party, I could solve the problem and replenish the MP thoroughly, but it's tough when people are around.
Do you want to rip the rope off and run away once?
... and I don't know where Manticore is, and even if we look for him later, he might be sensed by the witches in this settlement again, and he's less likely to poke surprises in the first place.
But I guess that doesn't mean you'll be showing me around in the next thirty minutes.