Riot Grasper

- Erindal Hill, modern.

Rahal had more bitter colors on his face every time he delved into his past memories and talked to him.

Relative Ren's face is also rugged.

"From there... you know what I mean already? When Rick appeared, I went back to the Lordship Hall and snitched on his father-lord plot to the inspection team. It didn't take long for the Lord and his wife to be captured and sent to the execution bench."

The father, betrayed by his son, seemed badly upset and did not show much resistance either.

I didn't keep my word and bothered my playing son with his head, but I guess he believed in his own son somehow.

"But Ray suspected that Rick had snitched on his father. When I visited Erindal the other day, I remember telling him to trust his own brother more... but that's for real. He wouldn't have said anything if he'd been tortured."

"All of it... you did it"

"I was losing my mind...... what an excuse I'm not going to make. But when I could calmly think things over and think back to what I did... I wanted to die"

I even wanted to throw everything away and get away with it, but naturally that's unacceptable.

Rahal began searching desperately for something he could do.

After the Lords and their wives were executed, Ray and Ren, who were still young, would be taken to the Imperial Capital, where they would be pushed into the Secret Service with both punishment.

The task of the Secret Service is often harsh, and it is not easy to withstand the training to do so.

By the time you've finished your training, a few of you will have broken your heart.

To at least sin, Rahal, who tried to watch the two in shadow, issued a wish to transfer to the Secret Service after returning to the Imperial Capital.

Fortunately, soon it was accepted and assigned as deputy chief to Hera's unit, which was the team leader of the Secret Service... apparently she wanted it.

It might have been interesting to see him desperately up.

- And one more thing.

Rahal, who borrowed Rick's figure, became the new lord of Erindal.

I wanted to create a country where people wouldn't be discriminated against just because they were subhuman - so I tried to do what I could on behalf of the friends I was talking about.

The dual life with the Secret Service was harsh, but it can be said that Rick's character, which he had been playing around with from time to time, was fortunate.

Though I have become a lord, I am not the type to devote all my efforts to government and always work in the office.

People around them never looked suspiciously at actions such as going out for no particular reason or cleaning up paperwork on their occasional return.

"Right. So you... you imitated buying and collecting subhuman slaves and you created a village where subhumans could sneak into the realm."

"Not yet... far from the ideal he was talking about."

"When Oyla and Sister Ray were thrown into the Secret Service, I almost lost my life a few times to the difference in the environment from before. Sometimes I felt strange to be alive... but maybe you were helping me out back then."

That being said, Ren let out a black-black sword from his sheath.

"but... oila doesn't seem to forgive you"

It is very rare for Ren to reveal his anger emotions in earnest.

Even Ray, his sister, who has been with him forever, would have counted the way he saw it.

Speaking of course, of course.

I drove Ren's parents to death because it's indisputably Lahar.

It's also - in the worst way possible, turning into a son that his father believed in and betraying him.

"When I was in Secret Service... Oyla killed a lot of people. But I didn't enjoy killing you. I think he was breaking it off because he was able to control his emotions to some extent, so he had no choice somewhere. Yes... I never wanted to kill someone aggressively."

In the hand that holds the sword, there is strength.

"But not now"

He set his pitch-black body horizontally and caught his opponent with piercing eyes.

"Now... I can't help but want to kill you"

In front of Ren, who stripped him of his intent to kill, Rahal stood on the bar without a bare gesture to resist with a tired look on his face.

"That's fine... kill him"

"I'm telling you... I'm not going to say anything positive about living and making amends."

Running out with all his might, Ren heads straight for Rahal.

"You're here - die straight away!

The sword in his hand is "The Red Vein (Noir Meltrouge) lurking in pitch black."

Whenever a user cuts and kills his own kind, it is a demonic sword with an increasing sharpness.

(... I can't believe you're really going to slash people with the sword you borrowed from Se!

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- Sage perspective.

"Yes, arrive safely..."

Back from Imperial Capital, I offered to send Ray to Erindal, who said he was going to see him because his brother wasn't back yet.

No, not because I was worried about the love sword that was left on loan to Ren's.

"I knew it would be early to get on a flying horseman. Thank you for your honesty."

Ray, who was riding behind him, landed on the ground perfectly and said that while getting his hair and clothes messed up by the wind.

It's not like Rim's with us this time, it's just me and Ray.

He's not going to stay in Erindal very long, and Rim's been cooking for a long time and waiting.

"Right? Luke, who originally had fast legs, can fly in the sky, and I guess this is the strongest already. Oh... these splendid wings, my adorable eyes staring at my husband, these beautiful scales covering my body, as much as I want to peel one off and decorate it for my memorial... that hurts! Liar, because it's a lie! I don't imitate peeling scales, because I just picked them! Don't bite, because it's already far past the sweet bite zone!

It's Luke with a beautiful scale like a raven's wet feather, but as soon as I make a little joke, he plays with it. Totally already a cute one.

"You're... you're not really nervous."

"Oh, what's that, what's that about?

"I mean, no brae... well, I didn't say that in a very bad way right now, so never mind"

"Ooh. I was kind of complimented."

"... I'm not praising you"

Don't you feel nervous?

Ray won't know, but he's actually a little upset since Shania told me the really scary story about his major crime skills.

But even if you're freaked out that your consciousness might erode, nothing will solve it.

Then I'm sure it's best to do as usual.

Well... I'm not the only one who can seem to do that.

"By the way, before you show your face to the Lordship Hall, could you just let me stop by the weapons store for a second?

"Why not?

I lent Ren the Black Sword Noir because his sword was worn out in the battle against the Demonic Dino.

I was unwillingly responsible for one of Dino's things, so I said I'd leave the sword I hurt to apologize to grind... but honestly, while I was all bummed up in the Imperial City, I'd completely forgotten about it.

I thought I'd buy you a new sword at the weapons store anyway.

Even Len would be happier to replace it with shiny new.

"Well... I hope so, but don't take too long"

"Pleasant."

- When I found an affordable weapons store and went inside, blunt glowing swords, axes, spears, etc. lined up sloppily.

What is thrown unwrought into the barrel seems to be an iron weapon, such as a dozen contacts.

By the way, some blades are spilling, and this is just out of the question.

"Welcome! All I keep over there are used ones that I bought cheaply. If you're looking for something of good quality, I'd love for you to look at me."

The muscle mukimuki shopkeeper approached with a smile and recommended the product behind the store.

The carefully displayed items are a delicacy that I can only recommend with confidence.

Pulling it out of the sheath, a hard metal sound sounds like a kink.

You may seem like a pervert, but I love this sound.

"There are plenty of crops around here in warm climates, but we can also pick quality iron ore. A steel weapon built to forge it is a delicacy that we pride ourselves on."

Was steel the one that refined the iron ore and took out the iron and further worked it out to increase the amount of carbon...... Although steel is harder than iron and is geared towards weapons to cut off enemies, tenacity - so-called toughness - is slightly inferior. I mean, if you overload it, you break it pockingly.

If it gets too hard, it loses its softness.

As may be obvious, rigidity and toughness are important to balance, and it is arguably extremely difficult to combine them both with the highest quality.

With that in mind, if I may dare to say...

"Ugh."

Delayed by the thought, he returned to me with the shock of being smashed in the flank.

Needless to say who the hell...... etc.

- It's Ray.

"" Hey, "who said it was just by the weapons store?

Who is it? Oh... it's me.

Already, my idiot.

As I regretted my remarks, I looked at the sword hanging on the wall.

Considering it's stored in a case of vitreous, it's probably an eyeball product.

Beautiful swords with wooden shapes like tree annuals all look a lot like Damascus steel in my memory. Metals that were laminated and forged using several different metals to ensure rigidity and toughness with high quality - that should have been Damascus steel.

Did the laminated forge produce a beautiful wooden blade like that as a result of the mixing of different metals?

But precisely Damascus steel is also known as woot steel, which was made in ancient India, and its method of manufacture is not laminated forging, but steel made by rutsubo, and that beautiful pattern has an internal crystallization action - that is, because the coagulation point varies depending on the carbon concentration inside, it becomes woody and on the surface -

"... Oh, yeah. Just a few moments away, so I was wondering if you could lower that shaken fist."

Ray stared at me so much.

"Ha ha. I envy you for looking close. The swords decorated there are forged from materials obtained from demons combined with quality steel. Anything, they used a demonic armor called an enchanted turtle that was excavated from deep into the ground. Hard, tough, hard to break, well, it's the best delicacy."

"... but it's expensive, isn't it?

"Well, that's our billboard product. Well, if you don't take this..."

Though the sum of money earrings on you is very expensive... there was nothing I could not buy.

In the Adventurer's Guild in Imperial Capital, he only received a high ranking dependence, and with extraordinary income, his wallet is arguably quite moist.

"Your lady looks like she's from Toggle, and I'm gonna get a little fucked up with special services right now."

You must have noticed that Ray was a person in his hometown because of his hair, eyes, and skin color.

If they say this so much... hey?

They actually let me hold the sword and let me swing lightly and barely... but it's a good sword indeed.

All right, let's just say this place gets a little excited.

- Hey, I made a good purchase.

walking down the boulevard in a slight

"Are you sure? Give Ren such a fancy sword."

Ray said that.

"Well... it's not a bad idea to give Ren's gift once in a while, because he takes care of it."

"Huh. Just for Ren...... hey"

"What... what did you say?

"Yeah, nothing"

I looked around the city of Erindal again, looking at the rare and mundane rays.

"What's wrong?

"... yeah. This is a pretty vibrant and nice city to try."

We have seen many villages and cities in the Empire, but there were many places where poverty and insecurity were noticeable.

Without such a solid lord in office, I guess we will follow the path of devastation.

Perhaps that is the current state of the empire today.

"I don't know... That's all Mr. Rik's been working so hard on as a lord, I felt, yeah."

I guess there was something somewhat unserious about it.

"Huh. So you should get along a little better with your siblings... so that's what you're trying to say?

"Well, I'll leave that to Ray."

"... you're a real savior, aren't you? Even the Empire wants to stick his neck in a lot of trouble, and he's a pervert who looks happy to see the blade..."

Hey, you overstated the last one!

When I tried to say it back, Ray smiled at me unintentionally.

A rare look on the part of a girl who usually barely laughs.

This is a little destructive.

"But well... I don't think that's a bad idea."

"Ooh. I was kind of complimented."

"No, because I'm not complimenting you"

- That's how we made it to the Lordship Hall safely, but unfortunately both the Lords and Ren were absent.

It was Deacon Regal who responded, and apparently the two headed to the scenic hill in Erindal.

Because Ray had a mild rejection, curious to ask why, that's apparently where his parents were executed.

Well... that would be pretty tight.

"Well, why don't we just go and see how it goes?

"... yeah. Fine, I'll go too."

I don't know why the two of them went to a place like that, but it could be a good place to crack a belly and talk, such as past obsession...

- By the time I was about to reach the top of the hill, I saw a shadow in the distance.

... but something is not right.

Ren looks familiar as usual, but the person in the front is not your brother... I feel like it.

'Cause it's not the color of your hair or the black, it's the blonde.

Uh, who?

Thinking, for example, that Ren suddenly pulled his sword out of his sheath.

Somehow, it's going to kill us now.

I rushed out.

Whatever the circumstances, the opponent has not shown a bare gesture to resist.

If it stays like this, really, Len will slaughter and kill the irresistible.

Every time a user slashes and kills the same person as himself, the Devil's Sword increases in sharpness - indeed, that sword is that kind of sword, but that's why I don't want to do that kind of thing with that sword as much as possible.

I can't say it well, but it's like a commandment to myself.

I don't want Ren to kill too many people in the future.

I didn't lend you that sword for that.

"Ren!"

I shouted out loud, but Ren's impetus to advance doesn't loosen up.

No... there's too much distance.

Don't be late.

The next moment I thought so - there was a shadow that broke between us and went in.

Brilliantly struck by Ren's blow, the bright sword judgment looks familiar somewhere.

I mean, I remember a lot about that figure, too.

-... of the Night Ringing (Howl Oulu)... Captain,?

"I knew... you're a clumsy one"

When the commander who broke in said those words, the blonde man knelt like a powerless doll, trying to cover his face with both hands.