Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Destination turned back by heir (Tsugutsu). The six passages were overlapping branches, standing so that Danalut and the other threesomes could wait.

Name: Dana Route

Occupation: D-Rank Adventurer

Name: Ryatt

Occupation: E-Rank Adventurer

Name: Garnan

Occupation: E-Rank Adventurer

The heir checks the three name windows, flirting, flirting and walking over to them, opening the most -

"... where did you do the rulier"

You asked.

The display of the names of Dana Route and others in the name window is white.

If they committed the murder, the indication of the name would be red - it should be a red name. Nonetheless, the three names were white. That's why I heard.

Maybe with a glimmer of hope.

As in less likely.

Meanwhile, the three questioned were solidified.

Not only was Danalut breathtaking, but two of his companions as well.

Different story. That's what the two of my buddies thought. They found that their heirs were not untagged, but rather even de-alerted.

And yet, is it really that guy you saw the other day that's right in front of you?

The whole body, painted with red and blue blood, from the tsuruhashi in my hand, still dripping pottery and blood.

The danger of drifting is nowhere near the red name.

It was like crawling up from hell.

Never get involved.

The heirs had the power to just think so.

"... I heard where Roulier is."

Flirting, fluttering, and heirs advance, and the distance between the two shrinks.

The two frightened men sent a gaze to Danaroot's back, but the most frightened - I understood from the beginning that his successor was not a privilege - was Danaroot himself.

Dana Route opens his mouth aggressively, unable to withstand any further proximity.

"I killed...! If we get any closer, Temehe will smash us to death too!!!

The leg of the heir stopped, as Danalut shouted for, pitali, and.

…………

- I knew.

The truth is, my successor knew.

A red name is a proof that someone equipped with a tag killed someone equipped with a tag as well.

I mean, if you disarm the tag and then kill the other guy, it won't be a red name...... that's all we're talking about.

I felt a pocky hole in my chest.

from its pocky and empty holes,

from the bottom of the black hole,

Dolori, and.

“It” has overflowed.

The first time my heir felt it was on that bus.

He gave his seat with promises to the blonde man who had been involved, making fun of his death and making a spectacle of it by the man.

My anger at irrationality, my hatred for a blonde man and my regret for my life, which is about to end because of the choices I made by pushing my emotions to death. It was the first time I touched it.

The next thing I felt was the day I met Roulier.

The moment Roulier, who had interrupted to help herself, was kicked and saw her little body nod, her heir touched “it” again.

And now.

My mind doesn't work well, my thoughts don't move while I stop, my paralyzed skin feels dull.

“It” stroked such a successor directly.

Nothing prevents “it” from touching it now that neither mind nor body works.

Dolory, Dolory and, without being disturbed by anything, “it” touched directly on the roots of his heirs.

I found it so clear that even that feeling was in my hands that I could never compare to before.

And...

"Experience reached a certain amount"

'Skill [Magic Sensing LV1] acquired'

A voice echoed in my head.

The heir was mistaken.

He thought something called magic was something like light, fire, thunder, such energy. The experience of seeing stones containing magic called magic ore, or using magic props that were powered and moved by an energy source called magic stone, was applauding the mistake.

I meditated every night, and I couldn't possibly find it by searching around for such an energy body. Now that I've acquired [Magic Sense], I know that very well. [Magic sensing] can be perceived in oneself, it is not an unknown energy body or the like.

It was anger. It was hatred. That was regrettable. And that was despair.

My heir sensed it - it was also supposed to be emotional fluctuations.

The sensed fluctuations shake the paralyzed and dull body of the mind that doesn't work well, the thought that stops and doesn't move.

The fluctuation was certainly a force. The most rooted force in the movement of man. “It” was magic.

The heir was impelled by magic.

Following the impulse, the heir reached for his neck and removed the status tag that was there from his neck and held it in his hand.

I can clearly perceive the magic in the tag. He dragged the magic all the way. Of course there's no way I can physically pull it off. I grab it in my consciousness and pull it out of my senses of discomfort.

"Experience reached a certain amount"

"Skill [Magic Operation LV1] acquired"

The name window that was floating in front of Dana Route and the others disappeared at the same time as my voice echoed in my head. The status tag has been disarmed.

The heir threw an unmade tag in her hand that she could no longer feel the magic.

When the thrown away tag hit the rock wall of the cave and made a kinky little metal noise, Danalut's shoulder shook in a freak.

Remove the tag - it's not Dana Route who doesn't know what that action means.

I'll kill you, that's what I'm saying. I'm going to kill you now.

Dana Route, who took the lead, unwittingly takes a step back.

"Da, dana route......"

"Mr. Danalut......"

Looking at Dana Route, who seemed scared, no, exactly scared, the two of his companions spoke out anxiously. I can't wait if he suddenly escapes, just like last time, and even if he pushes the dangerous man in front of me.

But they were worried. Danalut could not escape. There was a reason why I couldn't retreat. That's why I'm standing in front of my successor right now.

"Oh, my... HP! Uncurse me!! And I forgive you..."

The words spun out with trembling voices, although they managed to keep themselves in shape, the contents of which were nothing but begging for their lives.

against such a begging for life. The heirs,

"Die."

Returning mercilessly, he walks out again toward Danalut.

"Ko, if I didn't have this curse, I'd be done with it now...... ugh!

Every day Danaroot spins more words,

"Die."

The heir was not willing to listen to Danalut's words or anything.

".................. ahhh"

Danalut understood.

The man in front of me is not going to forgive himself.

That means...

"Die, die, die, die."

I'm not going to let you live.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!

Danalut pulled out his sword at the same time as he shouted, swinging it down to his successor.

Avoid it altogether. The sword was sucked into the left shoulder of the heir, who didn't even show it bluffing - breaking the meat, crushing the clavicle, and the blow stopped.

A sword strikes means there is no further distance between the two.

The heir stretched her left hand to Dana Route and grabbed that hair strong and unwrought so that she did not care about the crushed bone, nor did she notice the blood that erupted.

This will never get you away with it.

If I hadn't let him do this then -... his successor would have arbitrarily activated it for the first time, dominated by such thoughts.

Send anger, hate, regret, despair, those magic - into both eyes.

- [Demon Eye of the Curse] shot through Dana Route.

The whole body of Danalut is dominated by fear.

My teeth rattle and my cold sweat erupts.

The feeling sent from the dark, cloudy eyes is not a very sane and indulgent substitute.

That was, by analogy, the discomfort of hundreds of millions of bugs crawling around the back of the skin.

That was, by analogy, the kind of fear that devoured me from the back of my skin.

It's the second time I've felt it.

That was definitely the feeling of being eroded by life.

I checked my status.

And...

"Ugh..."

groaned.

- It was decreasing. HP was decreasing, no, it kept decreasing. And - in a way that is inversely proportional to it (-244), (-245), (-246) … and the number I feared increases incrementally.

"Oh, oh..."

We have to fight it. We have to find a way to survive. We can still make it. If we can't do it with one blow, we have to attack with two or three.

Even so, - I can't move my body because of fear.

No, before that, I didn't even get scared of the head grabbed by my heir. Danalut realized that his muscle strength did not extend to his heirs. And at the same time, Danalut noticed. That with this level of power, it would have been easier for me to shake it off during the full season.

Once I realized it, I couldn't stop regret from being born. Not if you're repentant, but even though moments and death are imminent, you can't stop regretting starting to overflow.

"Ahhhhhhh"

Scare and regret ravage inside Dana Route.

Why did I stand in front of this man... I guess I could have given up on the curse thing... If I had returned that child safely, I wouldn't have bought this much anger... If I hadn't done some asshole business in the first place, such as winding up magic ore, I wouldn't have met a man like this... Why am I in a place like this? Why am I doing this? Why am I doing this? If I were you in those days, I would have been able to slaughter this man with one blow. Why have I stopped training my sword? Why have I stopped being an adventurer? Why have I stopped chasing my dreams? Why am I the most important...

My buddy's face floated behind my brain.

When I say buddy, I don't mean two guys who get up without even trying to help themselves.

Once, a brave man stood in front of a monster to protect himself.

A gentle man's face was hurt by his companion and confronted by a monster in the shape of anger.

And the face of the boy who was chasing his dreams all the way...

Why couldn't I stand up to... It was so important... Why did I...

It flows behind his brain. It can no longer be called thought. That was what we should have called a running light. And even that running light is dyed white step by step, eventually becoming something you don't know for sure.

(- Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry I ran away. I'm sorry I abandoned you)

Danalut was crying. Not out of fear of dying.

To myself for abandoning my people. To myself for betraying my dreams. To myself I didn't fight.

Tears overflow. I just regretted it and couldn't stop crying.

"Die."

As her heir let go of her hand from her hair, Danalut collapsed from her knees and fell on her back.

And Danaroot wept, and put a sword in his hand,

- I closed the curtain in that lifetime, clenching my regrets.