Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

"It's a total failure..."

After finally recovering from his mental shock, Mr. Villey dropped his grunt to the ground still looking embarrassed.

Hold hands together - or it feels like a pet with the owner holding the lead and a collar - and we leave "Dragon Miyagi Castle".

While walking Diamond Street again, Mr. Villey's temperature is still warm. When I saw it, it was almost done, but it still had a slight red flavour around my face and neck. I think it was so embarrassing.

…………

I can't say anything.

Somehow, how awkward or sorry?

Speaking of which, the other day, I did something as bad as Mr. Ashley and Flim did. No, technically, I feel like both are force majeure, but I also feel like I still can handle them as long as I'm careful.

"... you won't talk to me at all from earlier, Mr. Rag. Maybe you're remembering what happened earlier?

"What...!?

I couldn't help but raise my voice because I was struck by unexpected words. [M]

Mr. Villey stops perfectly and turns his obstinate face. Mr. Villey, who tended to lay low with his deep red eyes, shrugged like a bump without appearing.

"... Sure, I'm the one who forgot that today is a skirt and I'm on track... but if there's nothing to follow from you on the boulder, its... too shy............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

He shyly covered his mouth with his hands, a chill, and a gaze begging for something. At the same time, I am in a great hurry.

"Shh, I'm sorry, no, it's not like I was remembering anything earlier - you know, I'm sorry, I couldn't do it well, and I could have done so much better, but I'm sorry, the..."

Waving one hand to excuse him, Mr. Villey laughed small.

"... thank you, Mr. Rug. Looking at you in a panic kind of makes me feel a little embarrassed."

"Heh...?

"And you're sweet after all. That's okay, I deserved what I just did. You're nothing wrong. Instead, you asked me about my selfishness. More than that, I'm sorry you disabled the battle at my convenience, huh?

Knock, Mr. Villey pulled his hand and resumed walking, so I'll do the same.

"Yes, no... I don't particularly care..."

"But I think it's your habit, but it's not so good to think you're bad for everything, is it?

Mr. Villey, who regained his cool expression, showcased my face with his index finger.

"It's nice to be kind, and although it's like you... it can be a weakness. Then you can't fight when you have to. Besides, it's time to take a strong attitude towards the public."

"One, strong...?

"That's right. Explorer is a [nasty] business, no matter what you say. I know I'm a sword lady, but what I'm doing is similar to other explorers. Although, of course, I intend to have a positive alpha."

"Ha ha..."

Unexpected.Mr. Villey was noble and thought there was something somewhat hygienic about him. Live to the ideal, martyr to the ideal - that's the image. But he didn't even seem to show it out. Maybe she's more of a realist (realist) than I thought.

"So if they lick you, you lose, Mr. Rug. It's okay to be clear. Make yourself look strong and blow up all the jealousy, envy, dissatisfaction and complaining around you. Otherwise..."

"And if you don't...?

At the moment of listening back, the red eyes emit a swordswallowing light, narrowed in gloom. Mr. Villey leaned on my ear in a natural motion,

"- They'll eat you."

Zokri, and a low voice shook his spine whispered.

――――

At the same time that the unspeakable paralysis rushes all over my body, I'm like, 'Ahhh!?' The voice rose. Probably Mr. Villey's fans. Once again, I become aware of the look of jealousy and envy that pierces me from all over.

- Do I have to blow this...

It's not as easy as saying it with your mouth. Especially in my case.

"What more could we do next? Rug, do you have somewhere you want to go?

"Huh? Yes, no, especially..."

"Really? Then you don't mind where I want to go next? There's something I wanted to go to."

Mr. Villey, who was completely back on track, gave a shaky voice as he proceeded on Diamond Street in a rhythmic pace.

We made our way through the brilliant luxury mall and twisted through the gates at the entrance and exit of the street.

This finally gave me a breathless space - but the amount of gaze I concentrated on here hasn't changed much - and I came back to relieve myself.

Beyond that arch, it was just a rich world. It wasn't the place where ordinary people like me should be. As soon as I left Diamond Street, it even seemed to change the taste of the air I inhaled.

"Rag, do you know what" outdoor street "is? I want to go there. It's not like I've never visited... because at that time, you see, I was in the middle of an [example case]"

Mr. Villey's suggestion was a wish or a fulfillment for me. I have a land book because I've been on my feet with Hannu many times in the outdoor area, and I feel somewhat homey. 10,000 times calmer, at least compared to Diamond Street.

"Yes, I go often. With Hannu."

"Oh, really? Good for you. Then I wonder if you could show me around."

As a result, we turned from Diamond Street, where the wealthy gathered, to the stinking outdoor streets of ordinary people's lives.

To Mr. Villey's favor, all this, he nods with his chest open.

"Yes, I'll take care of it"

While I do that, I'm also kind of weirdly deeply convinced.

Being as rich as Mr. Villey will surely be a more rare and intriguing place in the outdoor area. I didn't even know there was a drink bar in the family restaurant. There must have been very little connection to such a messy space.

Oh, my God, that was when I was thinking about it.

Suddenly, something hit my left lateral head.

Light impact.

Kashan, along with the brittle sound, splashes watery, hanging on ears, face, and shoulders.

It didn't hurt. I was just suddenly surprised.

"... eh...?

Stop and do your hand where you felt it. I felt a lukewarm, somewhat viscous touch. The palms are tender.

When I brought it in front of me, it wasn't blood - it was raw eggs. I can see the crushed yellow and white and the broken shell.

……

Normally confused.

- Eggs? Eggs on your head?... Why?

The killer told me the answer.

"I found it, Beowulhu!

A similar rage sounds like a high scream, splitting his ear.

The atmosphere of the venue changed gallantly to acoustics that did not correspond to the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Huh -?"

The people around them turn, stopping at once.

When his voice turned to the direction in which he flew, a man stood there in angry shapes. He stares at me with his big caught eye, pointing this way with his right index finger.

No, you're not. He's not the only one. Around it were a group of similarly sword-faced people. Old and young, irrelevant, have little in common. The only exception was that everyone there was staring at me with an abominable and fierce gaze.

Too much, I couldn't keep up with my understanding.

Then the next moment,

"You son of a bitch!" "The devil!" "Die!" "Why are you walking around, Temehe?" "" Don't be silly! Why are you on Diamond Street? "" Garbage scumbag. Heh!

I had a mild shock all over my body with the cursing coming down. I can tell by the sound and feel. Just like earlier, they threw raw eggs at me. Head, shoulders, back, hips, lower body. They are smashed together and smashed lightly, smashing the viscous contents.

In an instant, my whole body was flooded with raw eggs.

――――

I don't know why. I can't even read the reason. I just couldn't figure out what causes this to happen.

However, suddenly, an explosion of colorless, transparent emotions approached me from the depths of my heart.

My head turns bright white.

I still don't know what kind of emotion that is. Is it anger, sadness, something else, or is it all mixed up?

It just seemed like an unidentified, but huge, ocean dragon-like fury would emerge from the bottom of my mind.

For some reason, I desperately endure that reason is about to be swallowed up by unscrupulous emotions.

…………

I stare at the raw eggs on my palms and stand up.

- I'm fine. You can wash your head and hair. You can wash a cable sweater or even blue jeans, and these are personal clothes for crushing anyway. If the dirt doesn't come off, you can throw it away and buy a new one - but this jacket - only this battle jacket - is in the shape of your grandfather - because Flim - Flim... my sister - remade it - just did - with something new -

"You guys! What are you doing?

Mr. Villey's anger. I think I would have shaken my whole body and stretched my spine just like the others. But now I'm in such a mental state that I don't even care about Mr. Villey's drink.

However, Mr. Villey's voice, which blamed him for his sudden barbarity, was powerful enough to make the people who had smashed raw eggs into each other.

They looked frightened and fearful, as if they had been bewitched by a beast, or by a beast whipped by a tutor.

I guess that's all I saw of their warfare shriveled.

"Mr. Rag, are you okay? What a terrible thing..."

Mr. Villey turned to me and removed the handkerchief and hand towel from SEAL's storage and wiped my head and face.

"... su, sorry, no... thank you, thank you..."

I am thankful for my wild emotions in my body at such a tone that I can do something about it. There,

"Or it doesn't matter. He's sober! We need help with that kid over there!

The first man to bump an egg cut Mr. Villey like that.

Pita, and Mr. Villey's hand stops.

"... irrelevant?... stay cool? Well said."

Earlier, the tremendous pressure I felt in the sports chamber was relieved again.

Invisible fluctuations explode.

'- Huh...!?

Like everyone was strangled in the throat with an invisible hand, he stretched his face and lost his words.

Intense sword chi. A force similar to Hannu's immense surgery. "Something" working on animal instincts was pounding from Mr. Villey's back. The heavy pressure that swells as you look at it quickly covers up one side of the perimeter.

"Do we know what we've done? You think you can just do this to my dear friend?

It was like rubbing ice blades against each other. I can't make a horrible noise so far with an ice witch.

"- Oh, you... could it be," Miss Sword Villey...!?

Apparently he hadn't noticed. I guess the overwhelming force she unleashes often led me to think of her identity. The finger I was poking at shivered quickly.

To him like that, Mr. Villey pierced his sword-like gaze and told him sternly.

"I don't care who I am. More than that, apologize and explain. Why the hell did you do this all of a sudden? disrespectful behavior, this is"

The sound of Mr. Villey's words cut in, but from somewhere, lightly denied it.

"No, no, you're not Beowulf, are you? It doesn't matter, does it?

It was a mild tone, like half laughing. As soon as I heard the voice, the others suddenly gained momentum.

"- Yes, they do! You're an outsider!" "Don't pinch your mouth at will! This is about us and Beowulf!" "If you're a friend, please keep your mouth shut." "Yes, you are. Shut up! I'm not here to play!" "If you're a lover or a family member, aren't you a friend?" "We need Beowulf! I don't know what's going on. Others get out of there!

The air that Mr. Villey was supposed to have pressed with sword air instantly changed the application. Occasionally, as it gets hot and bitter and stands, the casual voices that inspired me to change the atmosphere mix. Then, as oil was poured into the fire, they - probably a group of about twenty people - became more, more inflamed.

But Yingjie, who was awarded one of the limited swords, could not have swayed at this level.

"Didn't you hear that?"

It was a word.

It wasn't even that big, with that one voice.

The majesty of the group, which had burned heavenly and scorched heaven, was lightly pulled off.

――――

It was a similar pressure to Hannu's chant, which caged the spirit. Like a bucket of water, people screaming loudly stop their tongues and movements.

It emanated from Mr. Villey's entire body. It was no longer turned into a blade of killing through sword chi. It's as if dozens of swords are floating in the universe, pointing cutting-edge at them who can't accuse me, filled with a serious sense of urgency.

In the heavy pressure she unleashes, she proclaims quietly, but also with a similar voice of steel to Mr. Ashley. to bite and include.

"I said, apologize and explain. You know what? All of a sudden, unintentionally, disrespectfully, against you savages who have hit eggs. Apologize for the disrespect and say why. But if you can't explain, or don't want to, refuse to discuss and sue violence - yes, that's fine. But then, I have an idea."

Coh, sounded the heel high, and Mr. Villey took a step forward.

――

With just that act, they wandered and pulled back as if even the knife had been taken out. Other people who have nothing to do with it, swallow their spirits. There,

"What are you talking about, Originally, isn't Beowulf there bad?"

Also, that light voice said. Somehow, it seemed like the exact timing. The voice greased the extinguished flames again.

"- Yes, that's not his fault! It's Beowulf Style. Get on with it! My boyfriend is dying because of you!?

A woman screamed hysterically. Then again, feelings of anger and hatred spread through the flames of the plains.

"Oh, I'm not dying! I lost my people!" "We were wiped out, too! If it's so dangerous, shouldn't it be explained properly!" "My... my loved ones died from being eaten from the head by the SB! Why didn't you tell me! Didn't you spread the word! The support ceremony is so dangerous!

All sorts of screams, including anger, justice, and some of the most pitiful, can be showered with rage.

It's just strange that they hardly resonated in my head for some reason, even when they got into my ear.

The first man to let go of his anger points at me again.

"What's Beowulf Style! What a support ceremony! How could you spread that stuff! Appeal only to the halfway good! It's actually a fucking technique full of flaws!

When I hear these words, I think.

Isn't that obvious? Instead, how do you not even know that? The support technique is powerful, but not fuel efficient. Isn't that common sense for an explorer like that? The enhancer is only a supporter and is originally located in the rear. I fought in front of myself with a support technique because I was alone, but I had special skills.

Besides, I'm not the one who spread the word "Beowulf Style".

"How many people do you think are dead because of your irresponsible way of fighting! I think it's scratched!" "Aren't you guilty or something?" "Yes, you are, you criminal! You know what you did!?" "Say something! We're not the only victims here! We've come all the way to this city as representatives!

I don't know what you're talking about. What are you really talking about, these people?

- I'll sort it out.

When Mr. Villey spoke out in a sigh, that alone temporarily subsided their appeal.

Mr. Villey put his arms together,

"I mean, you and your people are Beowulf Style... as a result of imitating his style of combat, he's injured, dying, he's actually dead. That's what I'm saying."

Although I am saying it in the form of a question, the sound was conclusive. Now, I won't even try to hide the colour of the shadow.

"And besides, you guys resent Beowulf. This happened because Beowulf spread a dangerous type of war (style). It was his negligence not to be thoroughly aware that the type of war (style) using the supportive technique was dangerous -. Right."

Mr Villey also confirmed the question format.

Did they think their claim had been taken? In contrast, the group trying to disprove me gained momentum in Russia.

"Exactly! If you ask me, the support technique was a very difficult one to use from the beginning! Why didn't you highlight that information? Thanks to you, we got a lot of victims out there! He should take that responsibility!

A wild voice, quite like an old uncle, complains forcefully.

"Yes, take responsibility!" "If only you weren't there!" "You scum!" "You're making me dream weird!" "It's a scam, scam! How dare you deceive me!" "Apologize!

Seriously, from the bottom of my heart, is it because I'm out of my mind that I don't understand what they're saying?

Why do I have to hustle about the dangers of the support ceremony? Why should I take responsibility for the people who imitated me getting hurt or dying?

Fraud? Deceived? No, I didn't do anything. Did someone just spread the rumor on their own and you guys were fooled on your own?

Or do you seriously think from the bottom of your heart that I'm bad at everything and that I'm responsible for everything?

Ha, and a cold sigh leaked out of Mr. Villey's mouth.

"- That's ridiculous. That's not funny. You're too bad for a joke. But if you're serious - you fools who can't be saved."

Coldly, Miss Sword slashed and abandoned their claims.

There were signs of being so straightforward that not only the said parties, but even the people of the wild horses, would cease to speak.

Mr. Villey emits a sharp glance from his deep red eyes and strokes the stranglers.

"Do you know the word you deserve? What's the word self-responsibility? What about the transfer of responsibilities? What about selfishness? These are all the right words for you right now. Find out now with the dictionary app or whatever."

With that said, Mr. Villey took another step forward. They also fall back just the same minute so that they are under pressure.

"You guys are explorers, aren't you, for imitating Beowulf's war-type? If so, you would have thrown yourself into the fight if you wanted to. Or maybe someone forced you guys to beowulf style? Did someone ask you to do that? No, you're not, are you? [You chose it yourself, didn't you]? Yes. It wasn't up to anyone to decide whether to be an explorer or an explorer, it was all up to us, was it?

One more step, take your feet forward. But no longer, the group that had been complaining about it could not back down any further, did not try to move.

"Then you're all to blame. In the first place, there's something shallow about it at the point where you imitate someone else's type of war as it is. Besides, I can't believe we're trying to impersonate the damage caused by it."

Like throwing up, Mr. Villey said.

"Irresponsible? Where should I really be responsible? Who? Criminals? Aren't you the kind of person who should feel guilty about suddenly throwing eggs in a group and making a claim? Fraud? When did he fool you guys? How? Beyond time and space? In the first place, how did you not know that supportive techniques were a dangerous thing? Why? Isn't it because you guys didn't do much research?

Miss Sword's tongue doesn't know where to stay. I ask a series of questions so that I can fold them up and move on with my steps.

The side of being hit with painful criticism could not be disputed at all. Stuck in words, he stares at the approaching Mr. Villey in a desperate shape, but all in all, he's not as powerful as he is because of his hips.

Eventually, Mr. Villey packed the distance to a position where he could be touched if he reached out and stopped there.

This is what I said, whispering, as my sharp eyes gazed at the silent group.

Shame on you.

Not intense, not gentle. I'm not slapping you, I'm not stabbing you.

Just like putting it there.

Mr Villey told him.

Shin, the place calms down.

Confirming that his own words had penetrated, Mr. Villey turned back on his heels. Sound the shoe and come back here.

But on its back,

"... you know nothing..."

That's what someone said, Boosh.

In silence, the voice sounded terribly well. There,

"What are you defending?"

Again, that light voice followed. It also produces consequences that ignite them.

Mr. Villey stopped his leg.

"- Yes, what a shame... you know nothing... you have no idea how we feel...!

Once again I felt their hatred and malice increase the heat as it boiled.

Black emotions explode.

"- Yes, I'm not defending you because I know you!" "By and large, can you say that Beowulf is not responsible at all!? There's no way you can admit such outrageous arguments!" "If you mean self-responsibility, isn't that Beowulf's self-responsibility?" "" You shouldn't be called the brave Beowulf because you're in good shape! Think about your influence! "" If you hadn't been active using a support ceremony, no one would have dreamed of it! "" Even if it's not all responsibility, you're one of the causes! Why don't you show me your sincerity and say one of your apologies! "" Yes, apologize! Rub your forehead on the ground and apologize!

There was no longer any reason. Just emotionally, reasoning, they yell and scatter.

"You guys...... ugh!

Finally Mr. Villey gave an angry look and looked back at them. But this time they're desperate too.

"If you're defending Beowulf, you're guilty of the same thing, Miss Sword, Villy!" "That's right! It's tyranny to do everything in your power to seal the objections!" "Are you trying to shut us up with violence?" Savage! "

It wasn't what the people who threw eggs at me all of a sudden said. But I guess they don't have that kind of consciousness right now. They must be too excited to even understand what they're talking about. I'm just letting the momentum scream.

"The truth is, you're weak, and I'm sorry you pretended to be strong! If you're weak, give me something I should have grown up with while I was weak! Because we'll use the support formula successfully to defeat the gatekeeper or something! Your strength is a fraud! How much did you give to the broadcaster! You manipulated the impression to look strong! Huh!?" "You too! And your people! And those who defend you! We're all accomplices! Everybody, get your necks together and apologize!

Finally, it wasn't just me, but my friends, my family, even Mr. Villey, who was sheltering me.

――――

It was the limit already.

A giant dragon lurking in the trenches of my heart began to surf. The water rises and swells like a mountain.

They threw a lot of eggs at me. The battle jacket that Flim remade because of me was still tainted by this. On the contrary, he was verbally cursed and his heartless words were showered by Mr. Villey, who even took his side.

My dear friends, my family.

Reason is about to swallow into the emotions of the clear, but angry, overflowing from the depths of my heart.

But at that moment... "Calm down." And I thought I heard someone. Maybe I'm the only one who can hear it, a voice that only rings in my head. That sounded like Mr. Ashley, like Flim, or Mr. Villey's voice, and at the same time I felt like nobody in it.

…………

Oh, yeah, I know. Same as when Niebeth and the others. You must not lose me. If you take out your weapon and exorcise your hostility like that time, it's probably my loss. Instead, maybe they're after it. So there's no such thing.

It's okay. I'm calm.

But.

That can't be why you don't do anything, you don't say anything back. No, you mustn't say no. Shut up and be patient and wait for the storm to pass. What a sarcasm. Not in the way I've always been, weak. [M] Yes. Such inertia will never be tolerated, no matter what.

Yes, as Mr. Villey said earlier.

Have a strong attitude. If they lick you, you lose. Even if it's clear. Make yourself look strong. Blow away the envy, envy, discontent and complaining--

But how? No, a sample would have seen a lot of it before. Hannu, Rosé, Flim. And for Mr. Ashley, for Mr. Villey.

They've always done that.

Assemble them all. Mobilize your memories, your experience. Collect everything, let it converge, in one -!

"Beowulf Style just makes a weak guy look strong, it's Halibote! It's a terrible scam to show explorer-aspiring humans a sweet dream and go to hell! Admit it and apologize!" "Ladies and gentlemen, Beowulf's cluster 'BVJ (Bullish Violet Jokers)' is a criminal group! Don't let the name Brave fool you! Please don't be like us!" "He's called a brave man, but he's just a villain playing cheats and making him look strong! The truth is he is a third-rate explorer with a benchmark overall rating of D-rank! This is true because I contacted the association to confirm it! The brave Beowulf is a big liar!

They began to complain that there was nothing to it, targeting the wild horse people, who should also be called the 'Beowulf Victims' if they were to say so.

Obsessive enough, should I say? No, I didn't think you were even looking into that. They want us to claim and admit that we are the right ones no matter what.

"Come on, you guys!"

Anger erupted from Mr. Villey's entire body at the act that had passed. If we leave it like this, it will develop into something not far away and not good.

So.

"Then call me."

Suddenly, Shin, the place quieted down.

As if time had stopped, everyone said, 'Who's the voice now?' I was stopping with my face.

Even Mr. Villey stopped the leg he was trying to move and was stiff.

I didn't miss that gap. [M] Like Hanu once did.

"Call me if you have any complaints. You'll soon know if I'm really strong or weak. [M] Anyone. It doesn't have to be one-on-one. Anyone who complains about me, call me right now."

While everyone on this occasion was silent, I ran out of words at once.

I think somewhere in my head what look I would have on my face right now. Only that I'm not laughing, I'm sure.

My words finally penetrated my head, and the complexion of the victim's party changed as I saw them. From surprise to fear, from there to anger.

"- Huh, kidding"

"Shut up and shut up"

The first man to throw an egg at me tried to say something, controlling the lead and sealing it off.

"I'm not going to listen to you guys any more. I told you, if you have any complaints, call me. If you have time to move your mouth, show it with your attitude."

"... ugh!?

Go where you screwed up your nose, tap into the chase. It's like Mr. Rosé.

"Am I weak? Don't be stupid. Who do you think I am? Why do you think I can be the knight of that girl, Princess Xiaolong? You really think a guy who's just a vain person can stand next to that kid?"

My lips, my tongue, my throat, it was like it wasn't mine. Slurry and words come out. An enormous amount of emotion overflowing from the depths of my belly dominated my entire body.

I take a step forward and pack my distance. Only then did they tremble and let their gaze swim as if they had also been electrocuted.

"If you don't believe in my strength, you can try it on your own. I'll tell you as much as I want. But..."

Fearing their faces, I gave them a gruesome grin. I don't know for myself, but it should be like that. Because you imitated Flim.

"- I'll get you ready. That's all you did to me. I guess you don't think it's just gonna work. Oh, yeah, we'll never just get it done. There is no fine dust that I intend to pour into the water. Instead of apologizing, curse me for some reason I don't know. And he even treated my precious companions like criminals."

I inspired SEAL. [M] A deep purple glow emerges from the brilliant print that runs all over your body, drawing a geometric pattern. Launch the assistive procedure. Make the Strength, Rapid, Protection, and Force Boost icons appear all over your body. About 20 of them all at once.

――

Everyone around me breathed. I focused on "SEAL" to make it even more intimidating. Then, Photon Blood's brilliance intensified, and a twisted light appeared similar to the arc (arc) discharge from the glow print as in "Absolute Square" state.

I'm not really going to activate the surgical ceremony. This is a demonstration. By flashy performances, they are only threatening by appearance. Like Mr. Ashley used to do.

"I will never forgive you."

Put your strength into the short words and overwhelm them. As Mr. Villey had done earlier.

In my head, the flames of anger were burning. But at the same time, the core of my body was as cold as an ice column, and my thoughts were sober. It was a strange feeling. It's like he's mad as he calms down, a paradoxical state.

While my words and actions now seemed as if another personality was moving on to this flesh, though the sense of reality was not.

"Mr. Rag...?

Mr. Villey's voice sounds suspicious of my eyes. I'm sorry, but I couldn't afford to respond to that. Right now, the vector in my mind was only suitable for those who faced the victim upright.

"What's up? Is no one calling? It doesn't matter if they're all at the same time. Are you so scared of the person you were calling weak and weak?"

I'm going one step further.

Then the people at the victim's meeting gradually began to waver their gaze in a certain direction. Like asking for help, Chillari Chillari and many times, sees a part of the group. Eventually the hedgehog moved as if to avoid that gaze, and the road opened.

At the end of their gaze stood a slightly spirited man.

Who is it?

He is wearing a light-grey suit in grey brown curly hair. A well organized face has a thin laugh sticking to it, which is somewhat reminiscent of a snake. I was able to guess from the amount of muscle I was wearing that I was an explorer in places like the middle middle of the meat.

The man who noticed himself claiming that the victim's gaze was concentrated, what did he think, and began to clap dry with his hands in white leather gloves?

"No, not at all. It's troubling."

The moment I heard that light voice, I understood it intuitively.

This is the leader, he said. The example voice that was burning them in the right tone just now belonged to this man.

He walks out on his own and continues to applaud, gazing at the people around him, saying with half a laugh.

"I'm not a representative of all of you...... well fine. I don't feel bad about being counted on, do I?

The man came forward at the forefront, purposefully telling that. As soon as possible, a slightly darker smell rushes through his nostrils. I would wear too much perfume. I put a moment away at the violent scent that smelled even when I was so far away, but I somehow put up with it.

"No, brave Beowulf, please calm your anger. I am impressed with your sobering power. You're right, I apologize for the sudden disrespect."

I thought I had stopped applauding, one hand on my chest, and the man gently met.

The clearer the brilliant, the more applausive.

You were scattering until just now, stirring up the others from behind, which mouth says. I didn't feel apologetic at all.

"Hey, it's a boulder, I didn't think you were horrible so far. Rumor has it you're a weak-minded Mitsuhito...... apparently it was a dem, wasn't it?

The man laughed as he turned Moss Green's eyes against the bow.

Soft grin, then I guess there is. But when I know what it means to be hidden behind that word, I just feel ridiculed as soon as possible. I know there's one thing in my belly.

- If I had responded like I was feeling weak, were you going to push off the unscrupulous reasoning I just had...!?

"I'm sorry. Hey, yeah, this happened all of a sudden. Oh, I'm late for my offer. My name is Romnick Bagley. I'm one of the initiators of this Beowulf Style Victims' Meeting once and for all. Please leave it with me."

While clapping up a little on the organizational name that is little different from what I expected, before that,

- Are you kidding me?

Unexpectedly, the words that came to my chest went straight out of my mouth.

Both the icon display and the strong statement earlier were meant to be all bluffs. Ultimately, I was going to put down the spear and pull an apology out of there, or at worst, put a moderate end to this commotion.

Until just now.

But this man - Romnick's attitude was more crippling than I imagined, and I couldn't stop being angry. Everything just looks good. This is the first time I've ever seen a man behave so empty and disrespectful.

To my intimidation, but Romnick gave me a glimpse of his shoulder.

"Are you kidding me? No, even serious. It's big serious. Based on what? Such terrible things?

After showing his Kyotong face, he tilts his little neck and even smiles.

How white.Everything you're saying and doing is a chig hug. It just seems like you're deliberately trying to piss me off.

Leave all that fuelling, and I'm sorry for what happened to you. "The Beowulf Style Victims' Party," what a joke. I'm starting a meeting with a name, and I need to know you. - Because? If you're serious and serious, why are you laughing there?

No rhetoric, no tone, no expression, no manners, no body odor. Everything seemed to oil my head.

"I understand that. Secrets of your strength. Well, I was wondering if you could see it in all kinds of footage... but if you can activate multiple surgical ceremonies at the same time, as you do now, it would be possible to use it fully even in support ceremonies that are difficult to handle. Convinced. And can you adjust your surgery, too? Or is your maximum surgery particularly weak? Oh, no, I didn't say you were weak, I meant [your surgery skills]. Yes."

It was grossly provocative of me to bother to annotate it and highlight the part called 'Your Surgical Strength'.

"But don't you think? Your that - isn't it amazing, well, let's call it 'multitasking skills' even? Without that skill, Beowulf Style wouldn't be complete... wouldn't this have happened if that information had spread? Hey?"

I will slash and throw it away like Mr. Villey did.

"It's not a rumor I spread. Still, you're trying to tell me I'm responsible."

Romnick then shook his head further and raised his voice.

"No, you're not. You're not. This is what I want to ask. Instead of being responsible or not - [don't you feel responsible],. Yeah, I know. You didn't hustle and run Beowulf Style, and let's just say we didn't believe and executed the rumors without backing them up. But..."

The dude with the grey brown hair speaks, adding a daunting gesture of hand gesture. Almost as appealing to the people around me. [M]

And Moss Green's eyes look at me in a meaningful way.

"- Doesn't it hurt your heart? Even if it's not everything, there's got to be an end to the blame, right? As a source of rumors, don't you think? Don't you think useless damage could have been prevented if you had detected the rumors spreading as soon as possible and dealt with them immediately?

This is performance, I realized. This man is somehow twisting the story and trying to hold me accountable in front of the audience.

In contrast, I used the words of Mr. Villey earlier to avoid it.

"Explorers are a business they do at their own risk. There's no other word to say."

"I mean, you said your heart didn't hurt?

"I'm not even going to answer that question"

"Oh, my God."

Romnick once drew his tongue to me for refusing to answer. Put your hands on your chin and think about something.

"- But if it's how we feel, don't you know? I know you've done something very sorry, but what you look like now... it's getting so dirty, but you certainly know what it's like for us to do that to you, don't you?

I've changed the way I ask questions. But I know what you want to pull out. We want to justify what we did.

But I'm not going to let you do that right now. Anyway, if it was just clothes, I was so tainted by the new jacket that Flim remade for unreasonable reasons.

"Come on. I don't answer questions. Besides, I told you there was nothing to talk about."

"No. Again, call me if you have any complaints, and if you don't have the guts to do so, go home -. Is that what this is about? Then there's no way."

Romnick sighed at me for finally giving up.

Keep going and start removing the white gloves on both hands for some reason.

"Now let's sign you up for a duel (Duel)"

Romnick threw his clutched and bound gloves unconstitutionally. Light, it falls to my feet. [M]

…………

I didn't know what that meant.

No, I know what this act means. Throw gloves at the opponent's feet, it's an ancient tradition to pass on as an application for a duel. I also know that if a thrown opponent picks it up, it would mean accepting a duel.

But I have no idea what it means to do that at this time.

As I stared at the white gloves at my feet, Romnick began his narrative with a high voice.

Nfu, and spilled a disgusting laugh,

"Call me, Beowulf, you said yourself, didn't you? Yeah, so this is how I sign you up for a duel. Because..."

He circled his gaze all around him to see the reaction of the people around him.

"- You can't do dangerous combat here, can you? Because it's a crime to fight all over the city. If you're serious about fighting, it's still best to duel among the ruins (relics). Whatever - [taking the other person's life won't be a sin] huh?

"Become...!?

I groan unexpectedly at the bland swordswallowing words.

As I have said for a long time now, inside sites such as Lunatic Babel is a lawless zone and no national law applies. Therefore, even if a homicide occurs, no investigation will be carried out, nor will the perpetrator be arrested. In other words, everyone inside owns extraterritoriality.

So there is a custom in Explorer called 'Duel' that uses that. Needless to say, that's just what you call killing each other in a lawless zone, the lowest and worst ultra-legislative means. Compared to the tail that Nieves and the others did to me, and the surprise attack from behind, it's just about as good a minute to set the rules in advance and fight directly from the front, but it's definitely a dark spot that still shows the violent side of Explorer.

"Whoa, whoa, what's up? [Then call me] - That's what you said, right? I'm just doing that right, is there a problem?

…………

I did say it. As a matter of clarity. But I'm not even going to suggest an exchange of lives. This man is deliberately trying to interpret the area in an enlarged way.

"You don't say no anymore, do you? You're not running away or anything, are you? I told you from myself, didn't I? Call me if you have any complaints. If you have time to move your mouth, show it with your attitude - tell me that's it, don't you think?

Netineti and Romnick are blocking my escape route. But I can't absorb that sincerity.

What the hell are you saying this for? What good does a duel do to this man? [M] It was like I couldn't read it.

- You want to kill me, this guy...?

As he glanced at Romnick's face in surprise, he continued even more like this with a hella of laughter.

"Oh, of course it's called Hande, let me put the terms on it, shall I? For whatever reason, this duel is to prove your strength."

……

In response to my gaze as to what it means, Romnick spreads his arms wide and his voice soars to those around him.

"Our" Beowulf Style Victims' Party "can be like the brave Beowulf ourselves if we make use of supportive art ceremonies - a group that, as a result of being thought to be so, has done tremendous damage. But you're going to cut it off as a casual assumption. Yes, not strong beowulf style! He just said you're strong yourself!

This place, however, had been turned into a Romnick specialty. In a big gesture, he hits people with speeches.

"Then you should prove it! No, you have to! Even without the support ceremony, the brave Beowulf is strong! You have to make that thing boring in front of a lot of people, in a fair and clear way!

Romnick turned to me again and told me this as we were all appalled by the huge performance that suddenly began.

"Well, in short, [let's duel without any support ceremony], that's what I'm saying."

do it, and stick a mean grin to your mouth.

"Hey guys, right? It would seem that way, wouldn't it? If Beowulf can beat me without a support ceremony, his strength is real! But if he's a third-rate explorer without a supportive technique ceremony, his credit for creating Beowulf Style is still huge! You should boast irresponsibly of your type of war without even considering your own influence and take responsibility for creating victims like us! Don't you think so!

At this time, I found that Romnick's speech greased and lit the heart of The Beowulf Style Victims' Party. Their faces changed rapidly, and Russia began to make their voices absurd.

"That's right! Exactly!" "Then show me the proof! The fact that you're really strong without the support ceremony!" "If it's not a scam, let me prove it to you! Don't run away! You out-of-the-way!

Buying words for selling words - that's exactly what the situation is now. The victim's party flips from weak hips to earlier, and he blatantly returns to my intimidation.

In the meantime, Romnick walked over to me and offered me his right hand to ask for a handshake. And the smell of even tougher perfume snorts.

"If so, will you be navy with me so that I can be in touch at any time and if you run away there will be no problem? Well, I don't think it's possible that this floating city could fall even if you don't show up for a duel, huh?

He turns his nasty gaze to me with a slight grin.

What I say, everything was the man who strokes this one's nerves. It's like looking into my mind with those Moss Green eyes and knowing how to disturb this emotion.

――――

Before the hand I was offered, I was troubled.

My head is calm. It doesn't do me any good when I take this hand. 'Cause their say is doomed. Make it look like you're theorizing. The fruit, it doesn't make sense at all. The point is, you just want to discredit me. There is so much foolishness in catching on to such a clear hand.

I know that.

"What's up? What are you consolidating? Now, let's take this hand and exchange each other's naval information."

Romnick's reminder. There, a meeting of rear victims flies wild.

"What's up! Afraid you noticed, Beowulf!" "Was that a hatchet earlier! You hipster! I won't let you drink the spit you spit on!

It's frustrating. Aren't you just hiding behind Romnick and complaining? Who does a hipster mean? You mean you cowards who just skip all the cursing from a safe place and don't come forward.

But if I leave it to anger to act here, I might even bother and worry Hannu, Mr. Rose and Flim. That's all.

"- Sure, did you say Princess Xiaolong or something? What about your buddy little one? Pathetically, that little dragon princess and I can't believe that a backless brave guy like you is one of them is pretty pompous, too. Here's one, Princess Silly Dragon, why don't you change your name?

――――

The moment Romnick said that, my reason evaporated with a sound.

"- What did you just say?

I had an unexpectedly low voice. He's taller than me. The gaze of the glance that made a fool of this one meets the gaze that sprays my fire.

Romnick repeats as if he had won.

"I'm Princess Silly Dragon, Princess Silly Dragon. Isn't that your friend's female kid? Oh, you still had company. Andromeda... No, was it" Mad Warrior (Woolvhezin) "? You're a crazy asshole with a head, aren't you? I'm a disgusting barbarian who won't change one complexion after a brawl. And," Infinite Light "- yes, she's terrible, too. I've never heard of such a fucking enchanter. Exactly a walking disaster. Garbage scum...... no, now you're rude to garbage. Garbage is still better if you just don't walk. What's more,"

"Enough. Shut up."

I grabbed Romnick's hand with momentum. Pan, and the dry sound rings loudly.

I was no longer through anger. I think this man is some kind of genius. You can praise him. Makes others angry - only that talent is sure to be the best in the world.

I was worried until just now. [M] While I understood that reason should not take this hand, I was nevertheless troubled. That's because I was seriously angry. Because I hated this man from the bottom of my heart.

He wanted to punch you, because he was fiercely greedy.

Such desire was twisted with reason. But this Romnick guy hasn't hesitated to push my fighting instinct back.

"I'll make you regret it"

I meant to squeal in my heart, but I was out in my mouth on my own.

I even shot him in the eye with intent to kill him. Desperately push and kill him to tell him not to turn his voice upside down to match his emotions.

"I wouldn't dare tell you to undo it"

I can put all the power in my gripping hand. Romnick grips it back equally hard, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

"I will definitely make you regret insulting my people. Absolutely."

I was completely unconscious. Without realizing anything, I was declaring that.

Romnick laughs with satisfaction at the garlic.

"You're welcome. This concludes the exchange of naval information. So let's have a detailed date, time and place, plus a referee -!?"

It was when we put our hands off each other. Suddenly, Bikung, and Romnick's body trembled loudly and his shoulders jumped. It was momentum as if the current had been flushed. He turned his face like he was bounced,

I saw Mr. Villey standing there.

"You noticed that, right?

But Mr. Villey there, he didn't seem to know Mr. Villey. Until just now, the atmosphere was completely different. If you're not angry, on the contrary, it's hard to say you're calm.

If you insist on analogy - the beast that found its prey. He was staring at Romnick with those eyes.

"- Oh, hey, ha...!?

From Romnick's face, all was blown away by the nasty thin and laughing, and the sight of the mean. What the hell did you feel from her? It was a frightening way as if I had become someone else. He opens his eyes, seeps sweat from all over his body, and keeps his gaze from Mr. Villey. No, [I can't let you go]?

Tips and deliberate footsteps led Mr. Villey to approach.

"I'll ask you again. You just [noticed me], didn't you?

Lean yourself over Romnick and let your gaze go back and forth from the top of your head to the toe of your foot again and again so that you can define it. The distance is close. It also looked like the beast was smelling prey.

From the deep red eyes, a cold light leaks out.

"... If we're going to have a duel, we need a referee, right? That's multiple, too. Then I'll join you. Could it have been Romnick Bagley? Prepare the other referee for you. You can do a fair Judge with that. And just in case, we'll see what the winners get and what the losers lose."

Mr. Villey continues, fixing his gaze on Romnick, who doesn't make it slight as if it were in a gold bondage.

"Mr. Rag - if Beowulf loses, maybe an apology and compensation for the damage caused by Beowulf Style, something like that? So, what are you gonna do if you guys lose? Well, first of all, it's an apology for this case and damages, including the cost of cleaning his clothes, right? And..."

"... and...!?

Romnick listened back as if he were a frog stared at by a snake, at last.

"I hope you don't forget. You didn't just crush his precious holiday. This me, Miss Sword, Villey's, also interrupted my time with a dear friend. Naturally, I'd be in trouble if you didn't compensate me for that, too. Whatever, there are dozens of them, and this is the number of people who can't reach double digits, including Beowulf's people you scolded. It doesn't change the number of advantages you have, so there's no problem with that, is there? No, not at all."

Ask yourself, Mr. Villey, who denies it himself. I would never tolerate a rebuttal or anything like that - that's what he seemed to be saying out of the blue.

"So at dawn when Beowulf wins, he'll swallow my demands, too, Romnick Bagley"

Roll the man's full name on his tongue, and Mr. Villey tells him to do a tongue nod.

"Duel with me, you too."

"Become -!?"

Romnick reacted the same way I did earlier. I groan as if they pressed my chest hard, further rounding my eyes that were even open. Hounded Rat Regards, Romnick let the universe swim his gaze.

"... and foolish things... such as me dueling against you, Miss Sword Villey... see the fire such as victory and defeat"

"Oh? I don't suppose that's the word of a brave warrior who signed up for a duel with [um] Beowulf, no matter how supportive the technique is? Or are you going to duel because you're absolutely confident you can beat Beowulf?

Mr. Villey seemed to be diverting Romnick's approach to me the other day.

"Oh, no..."

"Then you won't have a problem, will you? You shouldn't have complained. Yeah, [what I know]. I don't know which one will win unless I try. That's the duel. Isn't it?

…………

Mr. Villey laughs at Romnick, who exposes his reluctant face.

"Either way, the point is, you just have to beat Beowulf. That way, you don't have to fight me. Isn't that right?

Then repeat to bite and include.

"You [must know], too. You can't get away with this."

Here, heh, and the grin element fell out of Mr. Villey's expression. Tightening her face, in a serious tone rather than a teasing voice, Mr. Villey tells.

"You seemed to be inciting scattered Beowulf not to escape, but thanks to that [you're the one who can no longer escape], right? Think this is what you deserve. Your [way of doing it] is extremely unpleasant to just watch on the edge."

…………

A man like the one born of his tongue had no more words to give back. He distorts his face hatefully and diverts his gaze in an unsightly direction.

Eventually, the pompous, Romnick responded.

"... okay"

He engraved a grin on his mouth feeling forced, and he looked back into Mr. Villey's eyes.

"If Beowulf wins, he will also duel with you. Let's promise so. Yeah, that's right. Only if Beowulf beats me..."

Now that rhetoric just sounds like a loser. The boulder was Mr. Villey, the top explorer pierced by what is said to be the strongest corner of the young.

When Mr. Villey smiled again, he offered Romnick one hand.

"Yeah, good. Now I can fight you too"

Romnick holds that hand and exchanges Navy information.

"... I don't know yet, if you don't try to figure out which one wins... you must be the one who said that, Sword Lady Villy"

In response to Romnick's point, Mr. Villey returned this with a cool voice when he laughed invincibly.

"Right. I just believe. Beowulf will win. Because he can't lose to you."

One side of Romnick's lips jumped, hissing, into a painful word, unlike his voice.

Each other's navy registration is over, and the two of them take their hands off either.

Romnick alternately stroked me and Mr. Villey's face with a disgusting gaze.

"... unfortunately, you and I won't be fighting, I'm sure. Yeah, one last thing, let me tell you something good. I'm not as celebrity as you guys, but I'm still going to be a pretty well-known explorer. Some neighborhoods are called" apsetters, "so if you're interested, find out by the time of the duel.

Romnick walked over to me as he regained some of his uniqueness in the second half. All of a sudden I think about what I'm going to do by bending in and picking up the white gloves I threw at this foot. When he breathed and paid for the dirt on his gloves, he turned to us and laughed.

"Now, as soon as this referee has decided, we will contact you with the date and time. Well, the place would be reasonable per level of Lunatic Babel. Yeah, of course, I'll call the 'broadcaster' too, so please, with that intention. Now, if you'll excuse me."

With his hands on his chest and a gentle interpretation, Romnick turned back on his heels and said, "Now, gentlemen, let's pull this place back," and took the victim's party away. Some of them in the flock kept turning their gaze of hatred at me until the end. Not posing, but seriously, believing that I have all the responsibility from the bottom of my heart, I guess I am the root of all evil.

I sympathize with the very fact that they had misfortune.

But that was a completely different story from making fun of my dear companion.

"Let's go, Rag."

Mr. Villey pulled my hand as he stood still indignantly. I couldn't even reply, but I followed her. [M] I feel the gaze of the people around me, but fortunately no one seems to come after me.

After some walking, Mr. Villey walked into the appropriate narrow alley. As we go some way through the dim trail that shades the building, we inadvertently stop and look back.

"- It's okay, Mr. Rug? Are you hurt? I think it was just eggs, but wasn't there a mix of stones or something?

And he tested my whole body with a gentle voice.

It was then.

"-Ah...?

Kakun, suddenly lost his strength from his knee, and I collapsed on the spot. Pepe, and buttocks on the ground.

"Mr. Rag!?

Mr. Villey's sharp breath shivers his ears. She also gave in as she panicked again and peered into my face.

"What's wrong!?

"... Oh, that...? Su, excuse me... Me...?

I can't speak well and the tone of my voice becomes strangely unstable. I was wondering myself. Like I lost my hips, I can't help myself.

"... Mr. Rug...? Are you... trembling...?

"Huh...?

I noticed when they said it. When I glanced at both hands, I was definitely shaking in small pieces. No, it's not just the hands. My shoulders and legs were shaking like a blurb when it was cold and I couldn't wait.

So, finally, I understand.

I looked up and saw Mr. Villey's face. She also stares at this one worryingly with her deep red eyes.

Although not Mr. Villey at the Sports Chamber Corner earlier, I said this with dismay.

"... I was scared... I..."

"... Huh?

There was some time before Mr. Villey reacted. I think my words were surprising. [M]

So, there was an excuse to be aggressive.

"Well... ha, like Hannu and Ashley, I said I had to do it right... that's what I was going to do to imitate everyone, but I... inside, it seemed pretty freaked out... that's what's out now, like..."

…………

Unusual. Mr. Villey is making his eyes patchy. Doing so, she looked like some young girl, and somehow, she felt strangely cute.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Rug.... you just had a huge momentum...?

Unbelievable, Mr. Villey tilts his neck in a tongue-in-cheek voice.

"Yes..."

"I was scared...? I was freaking out...? Lie, instead of Hercules or Siglos, during this time I even defeated the Extra Stage Floormaster, if you...?

"Yes... yes, no, I think Mr. Villey knew when he was, uh, Heh, Hercules... I, um, you were trembling so much..."

"... if you ask me, you sure did..."

You must have remembered how I was at the time. As deeply convinced, Mr. Villey nods.

"... Speaking of which, the language and the way you spoke wasn't what you were.... I see, if you were imagining Princess Xiaolong or Ashley, you'd be convinced. Oh, you're going to argue with me, those two."

That's it, Pugh, and Mr. Villey erupted small.

"I'm sorry, but Princess Xiaolong, anyway, if Ashley hears such a story, I'm sure she'll be angry. What do you mean you did an imitation, I'm not so scared - say what"

Hehe, and Mr. Villey laughs with pleasure.

Actually, Mr. Villey was mixed up in part, too, but I couldn't say it was bouldering.

"Shh, excuse me..."

"That's okay, I'll keep this a secret. Oh, don't move for a second. I'll clean you up now."

Winking with tea glare, Mr. Villey removed a new towel and a bottle of pet with water from "SEAL" storage. He wets the towel and wipes my dirty clothes.

"Oh, thank you......"

In a double sense, I thanked you.

Body tremors are getting a little better, but what comes from the core of the body still remains subtle.

Even now - I was scared.

I can't believe you can hit that much malice from all those people.

If I hadn't been the first to throw an egg and "Achilleus" had not been defiled and emotional - I might have had my legs choked and trembled like I do now on the spot.

If you think about it, Mr. Villey was right, Hercules, Siglos, and Midgaldsolm were far more powerful and terrifying enemies than compared to the victim's party. If you think you fought those monsters, there's no such thing as an abusive storm earlier - that's what I understand with my head. So I take it for granted that Mr. Villey was surprised in a way.

But the thing is, I'm shaking like this.

Why.

I'm sure the quality of fear is different. Enemies who actually fight will inflict direct and physical damage here. But those people at the Beowulf Style Victims' Meeting have been slapping indirect and mental damage.

"Still, you're a strange kid, you are. You survive all those fights and keep results that you can't imitate to the rest of us...... you still have your mind as it was when we first met. In the sense that it hasn't been a bit rash - can you say that it's the owner of a strong spirit?

Mr. Villy, who cleansed my head and hair, changed the way I folded the towel, and now he wipes my jacket. Fortunately, the battle jacket "Achilles" is sturdy and has some water resistance, so the lukewarm liquid seemed easy to wipe.

…………

You haven't only grown your heart - I thought Mr. Villey told you that.

What can I say for myself, but I've been alone until Hannu and I became friends. So strong mentality, no matter what I say, it's a big lie.

In the first place, I think I'm afraid of other people. Especially when you can hurt yourself with heartless words. "When I was called a Hancer - I didn't know they gave me that nickname - it was already mercilessly hurt over and over again.

Go to what's called a wild party, where you're looking for members to organize a temporary instant party, and you name it an enhancer.

"Oh, my God. I don't need it, like you."

'Huh? Are you kidding me?

'I ask the other way around, do you think you'd want to keep you company? You don't think so, do you?

'Yes, yes, stand in the way. Go away.'

"No, Path."

'I'm sorry, will you go that way?

'You know, I'm not gonna say anything wrong, so you should go home now, okay?

"Are you out of your life? Or is it on purpose?

"Get lost, you mutt! Grrr! '

Mostly this is what happened. As much as that, the enhancer was repelled, and most importantly, my lack of reliance on my own appearance would be one of the factors. Very rarely, if there was really not enough crowd and there was enough port for the router, sometimes it felt like they would let me in, but even then I couldn't interact well and it didn't help, so I still couldn't connect to the next one.

"Enough, you."

"Come on, give me a little hard work. - Seriously."

'Ha... good job. You don't have to come tomorrow. Don't come. "

'Blah, you didn't have to be here, you. Still, it's a promise, so I'll split the reward. "

"If it's enough to be sweet to others, stop being an explorer. It's not for people like you. '

"Damn it, let's die! Oh, I fucking grabbed it. '

What a lot of people cursed at me like that and regretted even temporarily letting me in with them.

I guess I'm completely sorry. [M] You want to go to a party, you're an enhancer. People I don't know, so I can't grasp the opportunity to use the support technique well and enhance it at an off-target time. Even if you go out to the front line, you can't work together properly and pull your legs.

It was useless. So it was natural for everyone to get angry.

But did they know?

That I have a normal, natural heart.

The sharp words catch on to his chest, tearing his heart out and going through his body. Every time they said something tough, the facial expressions in the form of affectionate laughter hardened. Ever since before I spoke, I can't do it anyway, how dare you give up.

Perhaps this tremor now was due to the opening of the wound then.

"But it's okay. You don't have to be shy. Because you're the brave Beowulf.

"Huh?"

He turns behind me and turns unexpectedly to what Mr. Villey said, who was wiping my back. Mr. Villey carefully cleaned his jacket while

"I don't know anything scary, which is actually an alias for an idiot. People who know fear are cautious, they don't imitate danger, do they? You can be timid. That's a lot better than being arrogant and not looking at each other and waving annoyance and discomfort around. No matter how much you name it, you're very nice not to change your attitude to dealing with others, Mr. Rug. Because as soon as some explorers become great, they begin to behave differently."

Apparently, he's being praised. It could have been my humble assumption that you felt like you had just been told, 'You haven't only grown your heart'.

"You can be scared. Can I tremble? You can cry, and sometimes you can run. The important thing is that you can get up properly when you're here. Being able to stand up to something important, not if you're scared or trembling, but if crying or calling doesn't change anything and you should never run away - it's something that can inspire you to be brave."

Mr. Villey affirms cowardice. It was a little unexpected. Because Mr. Villey thought it was just something he hated about those people.

"At that time... you jumped into the security room to help Princess Xiaolong, you were definitely crying, and you were trembling. But [I didn't run away]. In that circumstance where you only see the possibility of death, you literally flew under Princess Xiaolong, even shaking off Karel Ren's stop. Yet, against a desperate enemy named Hercules, he challenged the battle head-on and finally won. So..."

After wiping his jacket, Mr. Villey stood up and turned around in front of me. Give in a little and reach out to me.

- That's why you're a brave man. Stand when you should stand, be angry when you should, fight when you should. Because you have such the right courage. "

I was unconsciously taking Mr. Villy's hand. [M] She causes my body no difficulty.

"It's not something anyone can do. In fact, at that time, all anyone but you could do was look outside the security room."

Deep red eyes give me soft eyes. As I say, the words that glorify me are never consolation, but from the bottom of my heart.

"That's what happened earlier, wasn't it? It was for your people that you got really angry. They made fun of the little dragon princesses, so I couldn't forgive them. That's why I got such an unfavorable duel. It's not for me, it's for someone... it's amazing. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a fine way."

Smile, and smile like a goddess, Mr. Villey clapped his hands on my chest.

"Besides, you're still growing. I won't be able to move this soon. This I, Miss Sword Villy, say, absolutely. I assure you."

"Mr. Villey......"

Thoughts of everything come up in my chest, and I'm stuck in words. Mr. Villey replied by meditating and showing me his name.

"Come on, now you're pretty to a certain extent. I can't even wipe down the boulder-stained stuff... Rug, do you have a change of clothes?

"Ah, yes. For clothes for exploration."

"Then shall I get dressed for it? I'm going to have to go back to Princess Xiaolong and have a countermeasure meeting."

"Huh?"

The words I have been told all along make me a Kyoton. [M]

"Huh? Not really, Mr. Rug. I'm a party to this. Of course, I'll let you hang out till the end. I know you were asking, but I have business for him, too."

"An errand...?

"I'll explain that when I'm with the little dragon princesses. Because it has a lot to do with your buddy, Mr. Loltrinze."

……

I wonder why Mr. Rosé's name comes up here. That Romnick, Mr. Villey and Mr. Rose. What did these three men have in common?

Tilt me in the neck, Mr. Villey goes on.

"But first we need you to beat that man, Romnick Bagley, in a duel. - Special training, Mr. Rug."

"Huh?"

To the word 'special training' that popped up suddenly, I say gibberish. At this moment, it was Mr. Ashley's face that floated behind his brain. Perhaps - a bad feeling arose because of the possibility.

Faster than I said anything, Gash, and Mr. Villey's hands grabbed my shoulder. Mr. Villey's beautiful beauty makes him shy and thin.

"Okay? This is very important. For you, for me. Not if you're exploring. It's special training to win. It's okay, in the name of this sword lady, I'll make sure you win. I promise. Don't worry."

"Oh, uh...!?

"The man said he was going to call the 'broadcaster'. Then you need at least three days, given the process and preparation. In those three days, I'll take you to a level where I can beat him. Don't worry, three days is enough. Even if the assistive technique is prohibited, an attack technique should work. There's a chance."

Deep red eyes seemed to be burning with flames of war. Mr. Villey seems to be gazing at me, looking at the fruit, the future of victory only.

Honestly, I was scared enough to pull it off.

"Come on, quick, but explain it to the little dragon princesses, too, and we'll have a meeting to work out what to do. Mr. Rug, I'm sorry, but could you get in touch with me?

"Ha ha...!

I was forced to say whether or not, and I followed Mr. Villey's instructions without exchanging. If we were to defy or argue, it wasn't something we knew what we were going to do.

But...

"... that?

"I am stunned by the discomfort in trying to activate the SEAL message function. I accidentally turned my right arm sleeve and checked my skin condition.

There is no abnormality.

"? What's wrong, Mr. Rug?

…………

Repeat. [No abnormalities].

I thought I'd use "SEAL" to send a message to Hannu and Rosé. In fact, I tried to.

But nothing happened.

"... Oh, that...? Oh, that's crazy...?

Even though I said so in my mouth, I have already tried to move SEAL many times. Over and over again, I was conscious of trying to launch an AR screen in my sight.

But I couldn't. It doesn't move at all. I wouldn't even say un or sung. The footage that was supposed to come up in my field of view didn't even show up fine dust.

This feeling may resemble the feeling that one day, suddenly, one's arm or finger stops moving. Some parts of the body that are supposed to move freely do not follow the instructions from the brain at all and are silent.

No way, I'm lying, I don't like it - such fear makes my heart eagle.

I didn't know what to do, so many times I looked at my palms, arms, and shoulders and scratched my feet. No, [I pretended to be scratching my feet].

But I suddenly understood. I can't do this anymore.

When I gave up, I looked at Mr. Villey again, staring at her strangely, and told her this with a trembling voice.

"…" SEAL "is no longer excitable…"