Riot Grasper

To the south of the Asha continent, where the Kingdom of Richelle and the Suaven Empire exist, there are demonic tribes. This is what most of those who dwell in the Asha continent know. The forms of the Demonic Nation are varied, some of them similar in appearance to demons, others not so different in appearance from human beings.

But the demons all had deep red eyes, which were considered easy to discern.

The southern part of the Kingdom of Richelle, inhabited by such demons and powerful demons, is referred to as an unexplored area and has a history of developing the country, one by one, as it develops. There are still several fortifications at the border with unexplored areas, which prevent the intrusion of demonic flocks and demonic tribes, but in the past there will have been more frontiers ahead than there are today.

As the development progressed, the forts that ended their role often developed into new cities based there, but there were also abandoned buildings inside.

Off the streets, buildings left out of circulation gradually decay over time.

Normally, no one would come - two men stood guard in such a place. It is a style that hides its face in black clothing.

A man who narrowed his eyes to the sight of the sky dyeing in a cedar colour found some shadow in the distance.

The men immediately put up their weapons and remain vigilant, continuing to look at their opponents as they approach them and become exposed.

Illuminated by the red of the sunset, the green black scales of the scallops illuminate the redness by the way. A person riding it stepped off the horseman slightly away from the men.

There is no wind that I cared about the men, and I try to stroke the scalloped dragon's throat and praise him.

"Your ride was quite comfortable. Now... stay back because it's already dangerous."

"Quo."

"... who is it!?"

"... Huh, ha"

To the man's inquiry the person distorted his mouth and leaked an invincible grin, looking back.

- Wrapped in shallow black skin, silver hair to reach the waist, leather protective equipment made of some kind of demonic leather, what I have in my hand is a dragon spear that is shredded from the bones of a dragon. Large bows can also be seen on the back.

It is an appearance that would be hailed as beautiful as a woman, but the moment the person and I met each other - the men spoke out in amazement.

The woman's eyes - her eyes were much darker than the surrounding colors stained with cedar… for they were illuminating a deep red light.

"- Now... are you satisfied?

"Ma..., Demons!? Nah... why are you here... hey, tell the captain!

"Yes, but... they're alone, aren't they? If you and I were together, we'd be like this demon tribe of women."

"What...?

Demonic - Aruba nearly left himself to anger with the words of his opponent, who insults himself, to his mind.

"Without killing as much as possible... Was it? It makes a nasty order at all," he whispers to the extent that the people in front of him can't hear it.

"Wow."

Each with a weapon in his hand, the men attacked. One holds a spear in his hand and rolls out a shovel, just like Aruba.

The opposing Aruba also took it with a spear, and the critical and the spears raised their gaze against each other.

"Ha! Though the devil tribe, with the fine arms of a woman... ah... gu, gi..."

"... What's up, to that extent?

A man tries to push a spear in, and Pickle doesn't move. Alba was just about to step in.

"-!"

A special shaped axe thrown by another man plundered Aruba's nose tip. I would have hit him in the head if I hadn't pulled my face toward him. Without a beat, the axe man was slashed to Aruba, who laid down with another large axe.

Shake off the spear that was crossing, and Aruba takes the axe blow without difficulty. but at the same time it was the throwing axe earlier that hit me from the rear. That blow is only a few, but it plunders Aruba's shoulder and returns to the man's hand.

"Ho...... use different types of axes at the same time...... interesting. But..."

That said, Aruba jumped backwards and took a slight distance. The two men strike at the same time as they chase - the spear sticks out, while the axe was thrown again.

"- Don't think the same hand goes through twice!

When Aruba holds his hand, an axe that flies through the air stops moving perfectly, flying in the opposite direction with a tremendous gust of wind. The man opened his eyes and managed to smile even as he was choosen to thin meat by his own weapon, which had returned. The throwing axe stays stuck in the rear stone wall to stop the movement.

"Nah."

The voice of the axe man broke off there. Because Aruba was sliding through the side of the spear man and packing the distance to the nostalgia of the man who dodged and disfigured. He was not allowed to wave a large axe, and a mid-kick was seen in the man's belly directly from the front.

A large man's body floats in the universe fluttering, rolling up to a few meters away and slamming him against the wall.

"Gu... Ah, Bulb..."

"Damn... what the hell, you demon... not half as strong"

A man with a spear leaked those words as he stood blindly.

"Are we done here? If you have company, why don't you call for help?

"but... inform the captain..."

"Wow, okay."

The nodded spear man rushes to the interior of the building. Aruba stared silently at the condition.

"That's right. I should tell you...... the Demons have raided -?!"

The throwing axe strikes Aruba again. He grabbed a throwing axe stabbed at the wall and a man still breathless threw his breath at him constantly.

It was also an alba that avoided dangerously, but it cut off a couple of hairs.

"It's more teethy than I thought - but... don't get on with it"

A dragon spear is swung up and swung down with all the momentum of thunder. He penetrated the man's abdomen, which had been brought to the wall, and he broke through the stone walls with ease. By the time Aruba raises her voice, "Ah..." the opponent is already desperate, and pulling through the spear Zugulu forms a blood build-up.

"As much as I could - you were. Let's be careful from now on. Hmm? Huh, haha... and you've been obedient to him for a long time... I am. I'm going to be a little surprised myself."

Alba slowly stepped inside the building with those words.

- Sergio couldn't hide his upset after receiving reports from his men. Why has the Demons attacked such a place? Even if there were rare demons and demons coming through fortifications further south than here, they deserved no surprise.

But why is it that now - at this time - the Demons are raiding this place on their own!?

There was a good chance it was behind Sergio's brain, but he quickly switched his head. Because it is unthinkable that the devil tribe should obey humans.

Even in the Suvenese Empire, the Demon Nation remains a threat, and Serdio understands it well.

If so, there are two choices you can take.

Fight or... take Marita and run.

Sergio and his men are combat trained people. Instead of soldiers in general, they are proud to have no less arms than good adventurers and mercenaries.

Even if the demon clan is against a few people, it should be able to defeat them... but that's only if it's the demon clan in line. From the words of his men who came to the news, Serdio considers that the demons who have raided are extremely good at their individual abilities.

(There are about ten of us in this place combined with ourselves and our men... I don't think we'll lose exactly, but the strength of the opponent is unknown. Here is -)

Sergio therefore chose the latter choice. It is not the extermination of demons that should be a priority.

After instructing his men to stop the Demons - and, if possible, exterminate them - Serdio rushes upstairs to the room where Marita is immediately imprisoned.

"- That, Captain... what is it?

"Is there a problem?

"Oh, you guys come with me."

Serdio caught Ren and Ray in charge of the watch and immediately told them that he would move the place. He intends to take Marita, who was trapped, and Loggins, who was beside him, and escape from his back and pull the Demons apart at once with a horseback.

"-Ma, is there a demon clan!? Why again..."

"I don't know. I told the guys downstairs where to rendezvous. If you can defeat the Demons..."

By the way, we proceeded early through a corridor that was decaying and the wall was crumbling, and on the way Serdio was answering Len's question - a roar echoed from downstairs. At the same time, a severe impact like something exploded rocks the building.

At the moment when everyone was slightly distracted - there were those who moved without missing that gap.

- It's Marita.

"Hey... what..."

He pulled the dagger out of the sheath of his double sword around Ren's waist. I don't point that at them, I give them up to my own throat.

"Stay away from me!

Jirijiri and lagging behind with those words. The sky, peering from where the walls were crumbling, was stained with beautiful cedar. It's been a long time since the outside air has filled my lungs, which makes me feel somewhere crisp when I say this is the situation.

But... it's certainly connected to the outside world, but it's a long way to the ground. If a child like Marita falls, it's not a fractured height.

"Do something stupid. It's a child to threaten him with an act he can't even do. I don't have time to hang out with kids right now."

Marita stabbed the dagger shallow in her throat as Sergio tried to get close enough. A red drop conveys the sword and falls to the floor with the potpourri.

Sergio, who saw it, pounded his tongue lightly and vomited words to Loggins.

"Hey... didn't you come with me to keep me from doing this?

"Dear Marita..."

Even though Sergio was right, Loggins couldn't move.

This situation is too similar.

The girl's mother scattered her life - at that time.

Over and over again...... that sight repeated even in my dreams fills Loggins' brain.

The moment Philia threw herself, it wasn't the emotion of hatred that dwelt in her eyes. Worrying about my family... was full of charity. Maybe that's why Loggins followed the last word and tried to protect what Phyllia said was important.

And now, even though I understand that I have to move to save what I tried to protect, a hand I couldn't grasp then... Loggins' hands and feet tremble and don't move as I think they do.

"... pitiful"

That fine voice never reaches anyone, and Marita's young, tense voice echoes.

"I'm so scared... but I've always thought that the only thing I could do would be the same as my mother. Even if I wanted to resent Loggins... it still seemed impossible to me -"

Marita's eyes are directed towards Loggins.

"- Thanks for keeping an eye on me for so long... Goodbye"

"Ma-!!"

Loggins' voice of restraint was vain, and Marita threw herself into the universe.

Even if I punch my trembling legs and desperately rush over to grab them - I can't reach them.

It's like - overlapping with the sights I've dreamed of many times.

But I did see Loggins, whose body was about to collapse in despair.

- Make sure you scratch the wind and see something running through the sky.

With enough momentum for the wind to swirl from left to right, it approaches the falling marita.

The girl's luxurious body did not clash to the ground, but was gently treated to be wrapped in fluffy and soft hair.

What made it happen was a demon with a lion's body on the head of an eagle - a griffon. And riding is a person wearing a long robe - I can't see his face.

"Is that... Griffon!? Why are you here? I'm on it, no way...... is that the Demon Clan too? Come on... we're going after them anyway!

Sergio's surprise was also bright, while Marita, who was helped, was also bewildered.

He said he threw himself ready to die, but if he helped, fear would now reign over his body.

Besides, I still can't be relieved. I hear from Sergio that the Demon Clan has raided, but because if the man in the robe in front of him is a fellow Demon Clan - that is, a Demon Clan - it is very unlikely that Marita would have helped.

The Demon Clan's horror is only knowledge of the book, but Marita also knows it.

But the strange thing is, why did such demons help me in this way...?

"Wow, what are you going to do with me...? Why did you help me?"

It is a splendid thing to be frightened but around firmly speaking one's own doubts.

The question was answered with a voice.

"Well, I'll help you."

"Oh, you...... maybe"

To a familiar voice, Marita is attacked by the sensation that the bottom of her chest is twitching and getting hot.

Someone who can't possibly be here.

The tension earlier seemed to break loosely...... Marita noticed that at some point the tears were telling her cheeks unceasingly.

Griffon descended a short distance from the building and the man turned back to Marita to take off his hood, which was hiding his face.

Dark hair, black eyes, some laid-back face look limitless reliable to Marita today. Under the robe this again wears black protective gear, and Marita knows that the sword around her hips is also black again.

I have a completely different impression from those men whose whole body is about to go black, but whose appearance was about to go black as well.

The blackening man, who gave me such relief, hung his words to Marita again.

"... why - Marita is my friend,"

"Ugh............ yeah yeah"

Now it's time something melted down in the marita.

There is no such thing as fear, distress or extreme tension. It flows off the back of my chest in an altercation.

The young girl was finally able to say what she wanted to say there.

"- Yes... but oh..."