Riot Grasper

From Melbail, there are four main streets stretched.

For this reason, gates are set in four places, east, west and north, and all the way down the north street to the king's capital, Iris.

It then leads to the port town of Pascum to the west, the Bernica Castle City to the east and the Wide Castle City to the south, respectively. These four streets have branches along the way, and take the slightly narrower streets back to the smaller cities and villages.

Wide Castle City to the south is the largest city in the southern part of the Kingdom of Richelle, which also serves to replenish fortifications built to stop demonic incursions.

A village with a population of about two hundred - the village of Lana - exists after a while along a path that branches west on the way to a street that stretches wider than Merbail.

Sugar cane cultivation flourished in the village of Lana, selling refined sugar and also selling confectionery with it.

Because the climate and soil are suitable for growing, we can expect to harvest all year long if planting times shift.

In the village of Lana...

"-Mini, it's about sundown, so gather everyone together. And keep the cane you harvest in its usual place."

That's what I called for: a woman in her late twenties - Eleanor.

I'm never wearing expensive clothes, but I get the impression of being crisp and clean.

"Yeah, I'll tell everyone."

The girl who replied to me is only about seven or eight years old, but she doesn't make me feel the sweetness that comes from her childhood.

Eleanor nodded after receiving Mini's reply and went back the way she came.

Mini runs around the sugar cane fields with his little hands and feet moving around, telling the other children to finish the work.

"Oh well. Good day, Mini. Then we'll keep the cane we harvested, will you report it to your uncle?

"Yeah."

A boy as old as Mini - that's what Roy said and held up a bunch of sugar cane.

These boys and girls are children living in orphanages outside the village of Lana.

They lost their parents because of demons, illnesses, or demons - that's how they were orphaned.

Many cities and villages have orphanages that host such orphans, but we have to make our own money to live.

He received only a few gratuities from farmers for helping him harvest sugar cane, even though he was still young, and used it to cover his living expenses.

"- Welcome home. Put your dirty clothes in that cage over there. And since it's almost dinner, can you keep it clean on the table?

Eleanor, who works for the children to return home, gives instructions.

"Mr. Eleanor. This."

"You're a good boy, Mini," she stroked her head praising as she handed Eleanor the coin that Mini was gripping.

"... Yikes! Everyone, eat a good stew for your hard work."

A peaceful routine, cautious but surrounded by the hustle and bustle of children laughing at each other.

Eleanor remembered a long time ago while satisfied with such a sight.

Eleanor herself, having lived in this orphanage at an early age, is now in a position to take care of the children.

Everyone we lived with back then would be on their own path.

But I never thought she'd be blessed with that kind of luck, having been a little older than herself and being like her sister.

Now that we are never going to see each other again, I doubt it would have been a blessing to fulfill it.

"The reason for his death has not been announced..."

"... what's wrong? Mr. Eleanor?"

Roy asked as he tried to look up at Eleanor, who whispered and poured the stew into his stomach.

"Yeah, it's nothing. How's your stew today better than that?

"Very good. Yikes. More importantly, it's full of meat. Could it have been another Nazo donation?

"Uh-huh, actually, you do. Who the hell is sending me?

The village of Lana is often visited by merchants in search of sugar… Sometimes donations were delivered along with the message 'asked'.

Eleanor also thought that if someone from the orphanage... I don't know what it means to lay down his name.

I remember seeing a round of flowers in a bag of coins with me somewhere...

"Well, let me thank you for letting me use it. We need to save for everyone's future."

- The sound of knocking on the door of the orphanage echoed where Eleanor separated his thoughts.

It is unusual for villagers to visit because this is situated outside the village. It would be even worse if it were such a time after sundown.

"... who could it be? At this hour."

Eleanor takes a seat and heads to the door telling the children to continue eating.

"Yes, who..."

Speaking of which, Eleanor immediately sensed the anomaly.

You can't even check your face because you're dressed in a black-clad cloak and covered - a population that's obviously heterogeneous to the village.

"Oh, you guys, what the hell..."

"Don't move... if you make a scene, I'll kill you. Just follow these instructions. That way you won't even die. If you don't, everyone will die, including the kids behind you."

"Well..."

Eleanor, with a knife stuck in her throat, leaks a voice that she doesn't understand.

"Don't talk extra. If you're going to obey, just answer me once."

"... is... yes"

"All right... everybody, we're going inside"

A peaceful sight in the orphanage was crushed by the air of slaughter in an instant.

Some of the children who are unable to grasp the situation are the beginning and end of crying when they see Eleanor's tense expression and heterogeneous group.

"Shut the crying kid up. And tell everyone to act as they always do."

The man's voice, which echoes from under the mask, continues his orders pale.

They want us to continue our normal lives so the other villagers don't know about it.

The children who are working during the day will die tomorrow as usual, but if they reveal anything extra, everyone, including Eleanor, will die.

"- Do you understand? Well, if you leak it, I'll kill the villager soon. Remember you're always watched."

"Eh... get Mr. Eleanor... off me"

"Roy..."

That's what I shouted for. Roy stares at the black man.

The man sighed fed up and instructed his neighboring men to do something with his jaw.

Copy that, sir.

A woman's voice creaked over the mask, and it was removed from under the cape - a whip.

The moment she thought she moved her hand slightly - Roy tasted the feeling of her body floating in the universe.

A whip wrapped around Roy's leg pulled Roy's body forcefully in front of the man.

The man releases a kick into Roy's abdomen, regardless of the shock he is suffering from being struck on the floor.

"Gi.................. eh"

"Naturally, this is what happens when you say something extra. Now... what is appropriate for a rebellious kid to punish..."

As the man moved only a few knives in Eleanor's throat, a red drop transmitted his skin and fell to the floor with a potpourri.

"Ya, stop... sorry, do it"

"Or... would it make things better if a friendly kid was killed?

Roy, whispered in his ear, accidentally turned his gaze.

"Ya... wow... no..."

There was a mini look in his eyes with trembling tears.

"I don't anymore... so to the mini..."

- There won't be a second time.

After moving the grown-up children to their bedrooms, one of the groups raised his voice.

It is a voice with no tension associated with a slaughtered space.

"But Captain, does this work?

"No problem. Because I know him best... Was" everything efficient "the word he taught me..."

A man shakes his body to indulge in disgrace.

"You just have to follow the captain without thinking. That's what happened to the kids."

"Hiya, Ray, my sister said she'd stab you in the chest."

"... don't slap me too wasted. Tomorrow, you guys follow me. The others wait here. If there's someone who pretends to be weird, even kids don't condone it."

"" Ha!

"At best you resent the king of your country and his brother."

The man spat those words at Eleanor, who was sitting on the floor and confused.

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Consciousness sinks into the dark bottom, and the sensation of the body stands in some strange space that seems thin...

- Oh, this is a dream.

Being aware of that, the man keeps watching the sight that plays out in front of him in silence.

- Why are you doing this?

"That's the assignment I was given."

Such words were spouted out of a man's mouth independently of his will.

This has already happened. This dream is just playing it back as I remember it.

To my past self, the kind of discomfort I was forced to embed in my consciousness.

"A noble princess should not think hard and hope she returns safely"

"Aristocrats...? Oh, yeah... but I don't feel that way yet."

……

"You may not believe me, but I'm from an orphanage. I was most surprised when my husband asked me to marry him. What is this man thinking to such a civilian daughter?"

"... right"

"Hey, I'm just free to be jizzy, so talk to me about something. Are you going to kill the hostages with boredom? How did you grow up to be such an inhuman person?

"Don't talk so much... keep your mouth shut for a second"

As soon as possible - the scene switches as if it properly connected the memory of the bump.

"- Hey, what are you gonna do when you do this and Richelle go to war? Wouldn't you guys be in trouble if that happened?

"It won't. Military power is overwhelming. This one's up here. If Richelle's soldiers invaded us across the Leibe Mountains, we'd be wiped out. Naturally, they know that."

But... the man goes on to say even more.

"I'm pretty sure it's hard for this one to attack the Kingdom of Richelle. The Bernica Castle Fortress is a natural fortress called the Rebe Mountains. So we have a relationship where we don't have to argue to get along."

"Given my current state of affairs, I don't seem very 'friendly' to you?

"With two countries, there can be no reciprocity. It will try to forge a relationship in favor of our country."

"That's the way it is... I disagree"

"- Do you know what a philia flower is? It's a beautiful white flower."

"Sure... it wouldn't be a flower swarming the Kingdom of Richelle"

"Oh, I knew you'd respond to my question. You're the only one who's responded decently in the last few days."

……

"That flower, I only saw it once when a pedestrian came to the village as a child. I'm kind of glad it's the same name."

"... right"

"I tried sowing seeds in the garden of the hall the other day. I hope you grow up."

"Those are Western plants. Because it is suitable for climates with low rainfall, it seems that too much water will wither away in reverse"

"Heh... you know something"

"It's just convenient to wear different forms of upbringing in relation to your work."

"- Do you have a family?

"... not here"

"Well, I don't have any parents either, but I didn't miss them at all. Because everyone who spent time in an orphanage was like a family. Especially since a little younger is like a real sister."

"Really... talk a lot"

"But yeah. I knew my real family would be great, too. My adorable daughter to my sweet husband...... I was so happy. My daughter isn't even a year old yet, but I think she'll definitely grow up to be a cute kid in the future..."

"If they make demands, I'll let them go."

"Yes..."

"- Apparently, the other side is making this demanding move. We're almost free."

"That guy is so sweet... I think it worked for you guys to target me"

By the way - the words can go on.

"What do you think you said to me when my husband proposed to me?

To a sudden question, the man waited silently for the other's continued words.

"- I want to make the Kingdom of Richelle a richer and more peaceful country. I may not be able to accomplish this for the rest of my life, but I'd love it if you could support me."

"What did you say all of a sudden... - Huh!?"

A woman rushes and momentum launches herself into the window.

But at this distance, it is possible to stop them instantly.

but the moment the woman looked back and her eyes met - the man's body stiffened slightly.

"For me right now, if I could support it, that would be about it. If the hostages die, your husbands won't have to talk to you."

People... are not that easy to choose death.

Despite this, the woman's eyes were straight everywhere.

"Just one last favor. Don't get my family involved in this anymore."

"Ma-!!"

Reached hands can't grab anything.

I already know that. I know. It's over now.

"- kaha... ha... ha"

The man awoke from his dreams for a few minutes and did not move with his eyes meditated.

Repeat loud breathing roughly and try to calm the heart knocking hard from the inside of your body.

"... in the end, I guess I'm just immersed in self-satisfaction"

The murmuring voice of a man was cancelled by the sound of a bell announcing the hour.

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- Two weeks in July, Tuesday. Cloudy.

I've been trying to increase my state anomaly tolerance to LV3 for a while now because there are going to be less requests for rank C or higher in Melbail.

Because today is a holiday, I have managed to overdo the sound of the six o'clock bell and enjoy sleeping twice.

I was thinking late last night, so I'm extra sleepy.

What I was thinking... is a wish for Aruba.

I don't need to rush it, but if I leave it like this, I'm going to forget more about it.

That said, I can hardly think of anything for the Demons to do.

The first thing really is to pet... what a big fuss all over the city if you do something.

I recently read something in the library called The Demonic Demolition New Book (* including Speculation).

Physical traits seem to vary with horns growing and wings, but all in all, he will find out at a glance that he is a demon tribe because he is a red-eye.

Even though Alba looked almost the same as a human, I think that's probably also why Rim attacked him recognizing he was a demon.

Before the seven o'clock bell rang, I woke up with the sound of the door slamming into a ton. I succeeded in crawling out of bed and showing my visitors my face.

"Rim... what are you doing?

"Because Sage said he's off today... why don't you come with me to Marita's?

- After that day, Rim and I are going to see Marita again. To the extent that it shows its face properly, it is significant that Rim felt more comfortable with Marita than expected.

"Mm, that...? What's in Rim's hair...?

I didn't miss the chestnut hair with the cat ears sitting right down and the little golden hair decorations glowing.

"Well, Marita told me to try on something a little girly... I bought it the other day. How about...?

"Yeah, I think you look great."

"Ugh... thanks"

"Well, I'll just get dressed. I'll call you after breakfast."

... After closing the door, I slap my head on the bed about four times.

Annoying, distressing, retreating, scattering!

- Where my head is cleared, I go back to the Lords' Palace. Mr. Loggins will welcome you as well by greeting the guards.

It seems that Marita has spoken to her lord Alberto, but she didn't see her because she was busy to say hello.

Nevertheless, Marita seems to have a lot of respect for her father.

"I think it's a good thing I gave the throne to Uncle Hardin without dispute, but even my father gave me a vessel as king..." and so on.

Isn't there a lot going on there?

Now, Rim and Marita are playing in a garden surrounded by halls, so me and Mr. Loggins are currently alone in the room.

I don't know exactly what to do but watch the two girls play and soothe... so I tried the conversation at the time the maid brought me a replacement for tea.

"Mr. Loggins did work here for about a decade now...?

"Yes, I've been looking after you for a long time now"

"So, family or something, too, to Melbail?

"No, I don't have a wife or kids."

"- Actually, a lot of us maids admire Mr. Loggins."

It is surprisingly the maid who has interrupted the story with a grin.

I see. Unmarried sinister uncle, he can work with his arms and standing...... then he'll be popular with young maids away from home of his age.

You really appealed to this guy, the 'me' guys...

"Like Master Philia, the maid also has a chance to grasp happiness, and he wants to encourage this job with hope -"

"It's just a poor old man, like me."

No, no, that means you keep working unmarried pretty much... hey?

By the way, Dear Philia, was that definitely Marita's mother's name? Maid?

"Um, was Mr. Filia... a maid of honor?

"Yeah, I've only been working here four years, so I'll tell you what I heard, but I hear that Master Filia was originally a maid of honor working in this hall. That's how Alberto saw you and married you."

Sure, that's a dream story for a maid.

"There seems to be quite a bit of nobility getting their hands on the maid in play, but Master Alberto doesn't show willingness to remarry even after Dear Philia's death... I'm sure he loved Master Philia seriously"

A maid who talks about love with her lucid eyes.

I guess Mr. Loggins is locked on at the end of those eyes.

"I do think that's an unmistakable thing. By the way, I... I think it would be great for a woman to do her job properly"

"... Huh! Then I'll be excused for this, won't I? I still have a lot of work to do, so I'm sure I won't be able to turn around without me. So ha."

Maid leaving the room instantly.

Me... oh, I might like that.

Humanly.

"- Hmm. Maybe it's up to Mr. Filia to take care of Marita by the time she's overprotective."

On the way home from the Lordship Hall - beside me nodding, Rim looks happy to see the white flowers in his hand.

"What's that?

"They say it's called a philia flower. Same name as Marita's mother... she told me it was a beautiful flower. I was hoping Mr. Dario could decorate the inn."

Sure, I feel like the space would be gorgeous if I decorated the dining room.

- What?

"Rim, before!

"... huh? Ah."

- The sound of people bumping into each other.

At the same time, something the rim bumped into the other person's had rolled down to the ground.

I picked it up and tried to apologize...

"Hey, what are you bumping into? My sister Ray is scared ~. I need to pay plenty of compensation - and it hurts!

"... you. What a remarkable thing to do. I'll beat you up."

No, I'm already hitting you.

Showcasing the classic cont is the woman the rim bumped into and the man beside it.

They both have dark eyes in their dark hair, shallow black skin...... they have two Asian impressions.

Or your face looks just like... twins? It is reminded that even with the same terminal face, a woman can be healed, and a man can be jealous.

I need to apologize first, not if I'm observing...

Excuse me.

"I'm sorry."

Take our word of apology, and a woman will raise one hand to control it.

"No, that's fine. Because I just dropped a treat that I liked a little bit. I don't think so. I'm not asking you to make amends."

"Sister Ray, if you pay for the sand, you might still be able to eat it, okay?

"Shut up. Then you eat."

From afar, I heard a man calling someone.

"Ah... the eagles need help, so long"

That's how the twins (* probably) lost sight of the crowd early enough.

"If we don't take a good look, we're in danger."

"Yeah...... sorry"

Though shombolished, Phyllia's flowers hold tight without dropping them.

"Well, I'm glad those flowers are safe............ hmm?

"What's going on?

I picked up the treats and the ones the twin women dropped.

This, like I saw somewhere...?

Oh, it's definitely the same sugar candy that Mr. Dore gave me the other day.

I thought you said some village specialty or something.

It was quite delicious, but is it possible that I would just eat this with all the sand? You did a bad thing.

No body, but I concentrate my consciousness on my palms and activate fire magic.

Even if it's rubbish, that's it - let's get it incinerated and disposed of.

The sugar confectionery melted to evaporate and disappeared after deforming into gnarly in a small sphere of fire.

"Go home. Rim."

"Yeah."