Something odd was going down the old road.
It's the wreckage of a two-headed horse, an object like.
A horse is pulling everything from the carriage except the passenger seat and the floor with the seat to travel at high speeds.
The horse kept running indifferently as he blew bubbles. Like they've removed thoughts from my head other than running. Something huge fear that exists behind us, like fleeing the despair that made us look like people.
Derrick, desperate and stronghold, was in the same comfort. Because I've seen the whole thing about what the girl who just sat in the peeling seat did.
The horsesoli, the horses, the luggage, the people, were all equally disturbing to her, equally subject to destruction.
Thirty people were supposed to be there. The Nightpython constituents... some of them said they had a lot of experience in rough things... and were killed like leaves of trees scattered in the wind.
Only two horses and the wreckage of horsesoli, and Derrick, remained. That's because I was lucky, not because I resisted, but simply because I saw that I needed her.
This disastrous state of affairs, with the walls and ceilings removed, was the result of the modifications she had made in order to lighten them up a little and give them speed, and also to be vigilant around them.
She seems to be doing some kind of magic to keep out the cold, but Derrick is not flaunted by the benefit, and tears and runny nose are already frozen and tularious.
"There's your lookout cabin ahead of you."
Derrick shrugged up at the voice that suddenly flew from behind him. It's the voice of a pretty girl, but she has no discouragement at all, and she's so cold that she doesn't think she's talking to people.
Derrick found that he was only thought to be 'garbage still worth using'.
"Yes! We have front-line bases everywhere near the street! Today I was supposed to escape through this old road, so several people are packing it to ensure reconnaissance and safety!
"I heard that earlier."
"Yes, I'm sorry! … but since I spoke through the call mark (Kohler) earlier, I won't be disturbed!
All right, then. Full speed ahead.
"I did!!
Derrick whipped the horse, already fully ill, into impotence just asking him to increase his speed a little bit.
Her orders are simple. "Take me to the greatest one".
Derrick, the chief of the territory, also has the means to communicate with the chief, and to some extent knows the daily actions of the chief. I mean, I'm counting on that.
Derrick is not willing to stand up and protect the leader. I'm just following by profit and fear. So I thought if I sold this girl the leader and she was going to let herself go safely, that still wouldn't matter, but I don't think she's going to let me go safely because she did what I told her. A tremor comes just to remember the tragedy in which the children were swept away. I'm sure the same fate awaits Derrick when he's used up.
- Damn it, you monsters...! Look, I'll make you bark!
"Hey. What did you just think?
"Ha-ha!? hey, nothing!!
Derrick jumps cleverly from sitting in your seat.
- You felt like killing me!? Or does this guy read his mind!?
He gets a nail stabbed the moment he thinks about the counter-attack, and even illusions as if his snow-style chilled body had frozen.
Derrick tried desperately not to think about it.
Patience, for a while now.
Earlier Derrick contacted the watch point of her hand, where she would go with a call mark (Kohler) in front of her.
Summarizing what I said there, I said, "Pass in a strange state, but don't worry about it." At this speed, you'll be passing by when you realize something's wrong.
But Derrick mixed the ciphers in that short call.
It's a normal conversation for what I'm hearing on the edge, but I asked for help and even told him what the object of the elimination was. It would have been possible because you are Derrick the Wise.
Later the waiters should do something about it.
The old road stretches all the way around the ups and downs. Hiding in the shadows of the larger hills, mountainous nightpython strongholds exist.
And it is also a suitable terrain for laying low and hiding soldiers.
"Hmm...?
A girl gets up like a kick in the seat. And I looked around the silver world on one side.
- Did you notice that? But...... late!!
Magic flying from somewhere wraps Derrick up and defends him.
Shortly thereafter. A demonic mine buried in the snow burst with a loud roar.
"Haaaa!!
Benedict waves down the Great Sword with his temper.
Ultra-heavy weapons like the Great Sword and the Hammer were not only avant-garde romances… but were commonly used because they also dealt effective blows to giant demons.
Plus Benedict's Great Sword comes with demonization that increases the sharpness of slaughter. It was a cheap demonization, but enough to rip off the ice cubes.
Only the part of the arm is cut out of a corpse that was buried whole in a giant ice mass.
Blood dripped from the cutting surface.
"I thought it was freezing, but it's freezing. Come out."
"Blood is hard to freeze. And I'd like to die.... well."
Deanna puts on her chillproof chest.
Still, blood continued to smear from the marks engraved on her chest.
On top of that, Deanna drips more blood. Blood dripping more than cut out arms.
Benedict and Hugh asked questions about the sudden oddities, but watched over Deanna.
"... I see it, ahead! Close!"
"Is that true!?
"Oh.... wait a minute"
Here Deanna pulls Iris' changed shirt out of her own luggage.
I brought it as a catalyst for detection.
"Trustee: Asker (Seeker Person):!"
Deanna, who explores Iris' reaction, looks up as if she was immediately played.
"I knew the reaction was in the same place......!
Running to jump on Wendigo, but Deanna goes into the snow.
"Deanna!"
"It's okay. I've been using the 'tattoo' for a long time and I just feel dizzy. We have to go after him faster than that!
"You won't be able to ride Wendigo in that condition. I don't know what's there to catch up with, what if you're in a fight like that?
"... right. I'm not gonna be anything with this."
Unsurprisingly, Deanna honestly listened to Benedict.
"... hey, tell me. What the hell is that? Let's take a break while we hear about it."
"Right. I don't know what it is, but it can also be a combat liaison."
Deanna, who unloaded the simple chair from the luggage she was hanging on Wendigo, sits back on it and lights the xelle.
The smoke that blew melted a grain of snow in the air.
"Do you know Diletta's 'Moon's Evacuation Party'?"
"As much as rumors..."
The two face each other in a sudden cut out.
"Diletta's most powerful elite unit raises its blood path to crushing the undead and the evil magician. I'm sure of my arms, but they're like burning a whole village to kill one wicked magician..."
"When you hear those rumors half the time."
Deanna waves flirtatiously at Hugh's rhetoric.
'Cause it's twice as bad as the rumors.
That said, he breathed out smoke elongated again.
Deanna looks up at the dark sky. Beyond the skies where the snow falls, as I say I remember a distant day.
"My family, that's what it was. It's not a mob attack, but it's a moon party (Moon Eater) for generations.
My father wanted my child to inherit his moves, but no man was born. He had no choice but to entrust it to me, his eldest daughter.
Since I was eight years old, I've been scattered with training like shit. Too rigorous for a child to become an undesirable body... "
Deanna's words about her family didn't make me miss them either.
Both Benedict and Hugh are a little awkward to perceive the heavy atmosphere that makes them having trouble reacting.
At the same time, there were parts where the mystery about Deanna was solved and convinced. She can operate like a monk (Priestess) but also a fighter (Grappler). You can't beat a man if you combine it, and a kick rolled out of a boot with an iron plate broke a bone in the neck of an oak and stopped it with a single blow.
It was a gift of training as a Moon Eater.
"My father died when I was 15. He didn't fight and get killed, he used up his life and he died. The depths of the Extinction Moon Party (Moon Eater) cut lives at the price of power beyond man's limits. The belonger is a real consumable.
And I took advantage of my father's death to escape. By then, I'd already become a user there... but I didn't care how the Moonless Party (Moon Eater) people did. I'm sorry to burn the village down like they did. "
"The one on the chest is from the doomsday party (Moon Eater)?
"Yes. This is the depths of the Destruction Moon Party (Moon Eater): Combat Sacred Tattoo (Stigma).
My whole body is engraved.... all divided into 27 and each has another power. I'm usually a monk (Priestess). But with this guy, we can give him a hell of a lot of power.
This guy in the chest is a probe. I can only look for things that aren't roku. "
Say exploration, but what do you react to. Deanna didn't say.
"I was really going to use it when there was nothing I could do.... maybe that's now"
Staring at the back of the darkness, Deanna threw the sucker out of Xcel. The sucker falling on the snow makes a juicy noise and puts a small hole in it.
"You talked too much. The break will be enough already. I'll be there."
It was when Deanna paid for the snow on her clothes and got up.
It sounded like a ground beep from the front, and the area shook.
"What's that noise now!?
"Hurry up!
"I see, did you contact me with a cipher or something and put it in a trap? That's a criminal organization."
"Ah, ah..."
"This is what you mean when you think you saw weird emotions when you contacted me, dammit"
Derrick seemed to have words tangled up his throat, and all he could do was open and close his mouth when he puffed.
Vine-colored eyes dwell in a colder light than snow and look down at Derrick.
A robe that burns and exposes the skin everywhere. There is no scratch on the soft skin peeking from underneath. Exactly, there was, but it disappeared.
Derrick was looking at everything.
Wherever the Special Trap is activated. Even where the wreckage of the sled and the horse blow apart. Even where a girl pops out of the snow smoke and earthen smoke that has been raised. And the magic of defense that takes her away.
Even where the Nightpython constituents who were ambushing are attacked by the girl. Even where the girl blows it by magic, like a wooden end. Where those who were supposed to have lived until just now can lay on the snow in unspeakable wreckage.
And until he finally got to know himself and the girl, Derrick could only try to lose his hips.
"You need to put some on. Hmm... hanging my fingers on the grate really hurt. Let's try that one. I don't need my hands and feet.
I'd feel honest by the time I ran out of all four if I slid my hands and feet from my tip.
I'm gonna hold you and fly you, just head and torso to show me around. "