Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

Far away in the city, bells ring, and the sun shines directly above each other.

As usual, the square before the dungeon, which started to get busy with the miners, had a slightly more gloomy air today than usual.

The day before yesterday, we can see a lot of adventurers about rumors that this Demon Cave was attacked.

Among the squares showing such an unusually hairy bustle, among other things, a noisy airborne figure stood in front of a certain outdoor shop.

"There you are. What are you going to do?

Back to back with the welcoming shopkeeper, the boy standing in front of the store - a boy with a white robe covering his entire body perfectly and hiding it all the way to his face with a hood, but the lines of his body were thin and not able to hide his youthfulness - was staring at the shopkeeper from the back of his hood with obvious anger.

"Why don't you report it exactly?"

The voice that did not hide the boy's displeasure had been swallowed up by the hustle and bustle of the wierd and noisy square, but it had reached only the shopkeeper in front of him firmly.

"What does that mean?

The shopkeeper inquired without breaking his sneer expression.

But...

"That's a“ messenger ”. Why did you hide it?"

As soon as I heard the boy's words back, the shopkeeper erased his expression softly.

"... people don't like to hide it. I just reported what I saw. [M] I can't confirm the apostolic manifestation."

"Don't be ridiculous. You're telling me that you're not an apostle with a divine name? Then what is it? A brave man or something?

"It's not like you don't know the example of [Sage], is it?

Moment after moment, a giddy, tooth-eating sound echoed from inside the hood.

"Except for that bastard. Heh...!

"Same. At least I don't think he's an apostle."

The air around them pins to isolate them from the noisy surroundings.

"... Temehe, are you sure you know what you're doing?

"Isn't it you guys who don't get it?

"What...?

"Whenever I observe an ether vibration, I'm horny, and I tell him it's lame. Are you so scared of gin? No, or is it the dragon?

Takeshi.

There is a clear killing spirit from the boy.

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"Ha, if it's something you can do"

- At this time, none of the more than a hundred Yu people in the square was aware of it as one person.

Dewstores and customers. That an advanced magical reward had begun between the two without any seemingly strange philosophy. And the fact that the exchange is even threatening our lives.

Constructing and interfering with the surgical ceremony played out between the two. The rewards of ultra-fast and simultaneously ultra-precision magic technology, once out of balance, were so dangerous that they could blow up all the humans in this square.

So much so that they do dangerous acts without changing their complexion one by one.

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Words spinning faster than the limit are no longer like noise, rather than spells.

Constructing a surgical formula breaks before activation, but does not allow the opponent to complete the surgical formula either. How long did such a one-off offense last?

Eventually, sweat floats on the foreheads of the two, creating a slight debacle in the exchange that was antagonizing them.

And...

Bang, and made a flashy noise, and a bottle of dried fruit that was lined up in the outhouse blew up.

To the sound, the miners who were walking around gazed at it.

"Not as much as your mouth."

In the colorful fruit and vitreous pieces that fell, the boy turned his back on the dewstorer as he told him to throw it away.

"I don't care what Temehe thinks, but do what you're told.... Not next time."

That's all the boy left to say at the end, he left the spot.

"-... Phew, I'm messed up"

As the boy walks away, the shopkeeper, who regains his sneering grin again, cleans up the scattered debris.

To its nothingness, the people who had stopped on their feet in amazement around them started walking again, tilting their necks.

Nothing ever happened, the square as usual was spreading there.