Star Slashing Swordsman

By the river located outside the village.

In its relatively close vicinity, there are cave-stained sites created by the overlapping of several rocks. A small sinus that only a small child would be allowed in. If Sophia were to hide, I would have visited her frequently when she used to live in the rain. I was on my feet.

And when I got to my destination, my eyes clearly reflected the familiar silhouette, even though it was midnight.

"Hey."

Girl holding her head, squatting —— speaking to Sophia.

No heart, towards her who was shaking her body.

But I'm not getting back to you.

Do you even care to try not to hear the surrounding sounds, or do you look like you're blocking both ears with your own hands?

"Mm..."

So I just kind of bothered my head and decided to change the language to look at it. to words that Sophia is likely to react to unexpectedly.

"Runaway girl there"

"No, I'm not running away from home. Shh!?... is that it? Julius?"

"Yeah. I'm the reason Sophia popped up. That's why I picked you up."

"I'm here to pick you up..."

When I answered that casually, I just peeled my eyes off saying I couldn't believe it.

"The demon was out there, wasn't it!? Lots of that too!

There you are.

Returning the words so pale, Sophia blinked her lid this time as if she had been taken aback.

Busy one.

I didn't say it in words, but I saw her busily changing the time and expression, holding such a word in my chest as a sentiment.

"But Goblin could have defeated you. I didn't even kill him on a boulder, but I've stunned him."

"... again. Ah. Lies aren't good, Julius."

Uncles, I hear even the "hunters" struggle with goblins quite a bit.

You don't believe and doubt my words that I could get this far because I only encountered about the goblin, and the words that come out of her mouth from next to next only fuel the opinion of denial.

"It's not a lie, it's true..."

With a slightly busy gaze around, I wonder if there's anything I can prove to Sole.

I never want to be proud of you.

It's just a sinus that Sophia was now a safe house.

I realized earlier that I was getting a full view of it from the outside, which is why I'm trying to prove it to get you out of here. Perhaps she will try to dive in here because she is in danger. But it was hard to say that this place was safe, no matter what I thought, where I could see inside from the outside.

So I want to leave this place behind as soon as possible. But if you're enough to run away with two helpless kids, you'd better kill your breath and wait until morning...... I'm sure Sophia speaks of that opinion. Because I was anticipating that. Proof was needed to seal it off.

Such a fold.

Secondly, I notice that the blood stain was attached to the tip of the bar-cut I was holding. A slight but pointy part existed because of the tip that was shaky. Perhaps that part of him ate some of the goblin's skin.

"Uh, look."

That said, I show Sophia the tip where the blood stains were seeping.

Red and black stained light creepy demon unique blood color.

Fortunately, that was the only time I had a fight with Goblin. I guess I was lucky. There were no other goblins coming at me, and I was able to get to this place.

"Now you believe me?

The tip of the bar-cut protruding at a distance from Sophia just to prevent the pointed part from hitting.

She stared at her eyes and, at the same time, let her shin and nose snap as she checked for traces of blood attached to her.

"Uh... really? Julius, did you really take down Goblin?... Oh, shit, it smells so bad. Oh, don't sniff..."

Pinch your thoughtful nose and distort your face to the stench that had just stuck to the bar cut if you couldn't stand it.

"I don't know, it stinks enough to say"

In front of Sophia, who stuffs herself with her nose pinched, she now moves the tip closer to my nose to confirm the facts she's never noticed before.

"Wow, that's real!!

There was a strange odor that smelled so bad that I accidentally glanced at my body.

"But often Julius, you've been safe so far. Oh, no, I didn't want anything to happen!? However, I often hear that demons are sensitive to the smell of blood..."

Demons are sensitive to the smell of blood.

The story is as factual as anyone knows.

"Thought maybe I was lucky ---"

Here, my thoughts paused.

You can tell me my world has slowed down.

From this moment on, I was caught in a whirlpool of thought.

Lucky for you.

Isn't that a little unnatural to clean up? I didn't care until now, but I was wondering if it would be ridiculous.

I had my doubts once, but last.

Emotions of rising doubt spring up endlessly.

An unpleasant squeal that I had heard by the time it was all that noisy.

Would that have made that battle deafening to the border? Could the signs of goblins that should have dotted have faded?

How? Why? Why?

Doubt brings in more suspicion, spine poppy, throat too abrupt thirst strikes.

"I often hear stories about demons being sensitive to the smell of blood..."

Sophia's voice, which rocked her tympanic membrane a few moments ago, was partially cut just there and rewound.

... blood,. It stinks of blood.

Somehow, the signs of goblins faded after the smell of blood began to drift around me. Instead, what is likely to thicken is thin for some reason.

That, for a reason.

When I thought about it that way.

At the same time as being attacked by a sudden thirst, there is one word that goes past the back of your brain.

"Oh."

I tremble my throat to voice the answer I gradually arrived at with the fallen voice of my emotions.

Demons don't have intelligence. It's ambiguous whether it's rational or not.

Then what does the demon live by?

The answer is simple --instinct, is.

I follow my instincts as a species.

It is also instinct to drown this upon the strong.

Everything is due to instinct to withdraw, to Four, to obey.

The siren went off.

Constantly, Sole was ringing in his brain.

If.

If the reason the goblin was gone wasn't luck, but if the ogre was targeting me because of the smell.

Suppose the goblins were running away without me.

Somehow, the sound of missing pieces of the puzzle fitting in tightly was hallucinated.

"First, hey."

I think so, turning my back on Sophia, who is still shrinking herself in the sinus, and I look back in panic.

There's...

"Ga, a... a"

There was a ghost. A ghost with a tough body is incomparable with a human being.

I can't even see the signs of a dwarf in the goblin that I should have felt until a few minutes ago.

"When, in-between ---"

An aura of powerful people who overwhelm their surroundings swallows the place and scorches themselves into a sense of impatience.

"... no. Shit, I was putting it on..."

Exceptionally, monsters at the top have heard rumors of wind that they can be intelligent.

The blood-running eye coming at me. Auga had me on.

Why not?

Other than that, I stepped on it when I had company.

"... give me a break"

He said he could win.

While staring at the august way he was stepping on it, he modified his rating for the august a bit more upwards.

Red, enlarged muscles. Length would be bigger than my height. Rusty sword. Most importantly, unlike the goblins who had a lowly grin, I don't even feel this way about insulting me to the orga.

"Sophia."

Still, it was only because I decided that Auga was at the stage of seeing how things were going that I called the name of a childhood tame who was breathing in sight of Auga, just like myself.

Perhaps the Goblins are evacuating far further away than here to avoid a storm called Auga. So.

"Now, maybe, there's no goblin. So run."

"Yup, what about Julius!?

We don't understand human language.

But I may have somehow instinctively guessed.

the meaning of the word "run". That's why. An orga who should have been watching suddenly screams.

"Me, what?

I came here after I had already decided what to do.

It's settled.

Rusty and still, the lack of reliance on this broken bar that makes my hands light and short compared to the great sword that shows my presence even this.

Under this circumstance where I was placed, I couldn't help but laugh.

"A little, I think we're meeting too soon, but that's okay."

Even if it's too late, there can't be too early for things. That's right, I tell myself, and I tell him toward the roaring Auga and Sofia to even intimidate him.

"Whatever, you need someone to hang out with an orga here, right? Look, whoever wants to" star slaughter "won't lose here. Lose."

"So, but--"

Still, it was Sophia who didn't try to back down, but will Auga leave me alone trying to "let go" of prey for Auga, the human being?

Will you wait in discipline? That's no.

"Ga --"

Pakali and his mouth opened, his sharp, pointed fang-like dog teeth peeking into his face.

"Gaaaaaaaa!!!!

Screams that cleave the darkness at night ravage relentlessly---.