Sword of Glutton Princess

After he managed to kill Gaza back, Mani removed the paint and bandage from his luggage and provided first aid for Edda's abdominal wound.

"... good. Although it can never be described as a shallow injury, it didn't seem deeper than I had assumed. Let's head outside the labyrinth immediately."

When I heard that, I was relieved.

Edda did not let go of the Magic Sword until the end when it was attacked by Gaza.

The Magic Sword gives great correction to the magic and struggle of those who equip it.

Edda, the owner of the high-ranking Demon Instructor Sword, must have been able to spare the deadly blow with the physical strengthening effect of the struggle.

If I'd been defenselessly hit by a blow to Gaza, they would have definitely killed me.

Sitting in front of a lined body, I meditate my eyes and pray hand in hand.

They were middle-aged adventurers... but one of them was a young man as old as Mani or me.

Gathered together the three adventurers who had been killed and the Gaza Magic Instructor, and marked the location of the map.

The Magic Conductor needs to be handed over to the Adventurer Guild, including the double-headed sickle in Gaza.

They'll take it to the military in the name of the investigation anyway, and make it their money and equipment, but this doesn't do us any good against the military.

Besides, there's no way you don't report Gaza to the Adventurers Guild, and you can't keep your mouth shut about the adventurers who were killed.

Raise those reports and the focus will, first and foremost, be on the most expensive wizards.

Shut up and dismantle it and snooze it in the back shop. If it was this case, I would have worn it out, and now, I didn't even feel like it.

"I'll carry Mr. Edda. Can I leave my stuff to Dean?

I nodded silently.

With this amount of luggage, you can defeat a warcraft as long as it remains on your back as it is of Class D.

In this way, we were able to safely remove the Romaburg Underground Ruins for all three of us.

He took a day off in the nearest village and returned to the city of Romaburg.

I put a report on Gaza and the Grey Order in the Adventurers Guild and handed over four magic conductors, Gaza and the Adventurers.

The receptionist was half-hearted, but when I turned over "Contraindicated Double-Headed Sickle Ramiz," which is Gaza's guide, he seemed to believe in boulders.

The Contraindicated Two-headed Sickle Ramiz is a fairly superior conductor among Class C.

It is quite rare among adventurers to have so many quality magic conductors.

Even Hyodle, a top-level adventurer in the city of Romaburg, used so much on the table as "Spear Hale of Wind Reading," a C-level superior demon conductor.

As this was the case, I was to be interviewed for paperwork by an official in a separate room.

Because there are so many adventurers who can't write, it's often done in this format.

There are times when I was fully taught by Mani, and I am proud to be among the adventurers that I am quite able to read and write... but still, I am not very confident in those who write either.

You can't talk about me or Edda's Magic Instructor, so I told him that Gaza could have won hard because it was already handy when it came to the combat side.

Officials said it would be widely known after speaking to the military, considering the possibility that the Grey Church was not single.

Since I was released from listening, I've been doing a little thinking at my desk for breaks.

I still had the unpleasant feeling in my hand of stabbing that gray-haired fanatic woman.

... This was the second time I really killed each other with a hyodle, and this was the first time I really killed them.

In order to live as an adventurer, these opportunities will continue to be inevitable.

"Was it the first time? Have you had a little fun, Dean?

Belzevute comes to voice.

I look around and then I answer to Belzevute.

"... no, that's what I was splitting up. Besides, the haulier's time has seen several times where an adventurer who hired himself kills a bandit."

Even as he dived into the Devil's Cave with Hyodle, he was in front of him when he killed back the fake Cerberus Fang.

"... than the three adventurers who were killed were more shocked. Some of them were just like Mani and me."

Gaza was a formidable enemy.

If something was different in the fight, Edda would have died like that, and I could have lost and even been killed by Mani.

My Odd was close to the limit, too.

"I need to be stronger too."

"I think it's growing at a dramatic rate for Ningen? Isn't it enough, even now? 'Cause you earn what you don't need to eat.'

I bumped into Gaza and got it.

That's not enough.

One day you could lose everything due to sudden bad luck.

I had a desire to get out of the Glades with Mani and live an unfettered life.

This will surely come true one day if we continue to make money now, as Belzevute put it.

But there is another thought that was a dream from a young child and gave up half during the haulier.

My mother was attacked by a warcraft overflowing from the Demonic Labyrinth, and her father went missing in a catastrophe in the Demonic Labyrinth, and there could be no money to send out a rescue request, and it was found dead after a while as it was.

Both moved slowly in the army, and there were no adventurers to help.

I was made to realize that there was no adventurer like the hero Tan, but that's why I wanted to be a pro bono, sword-wielding adventurer for people in need.

I knew plenty of reality among hauliers and was about to give up.

"... I'm using the Demon Eater Sword Berzera, and I've been thinking about it. With such tremendous power, I don't have to tell you to save the world like Sage Zarios, but at least get rid of as much misfortune as my eyes and hands can reach."

"Well, it's a lot of talk."

Tell Belzevute to tear it up.

"I know, I don't know if it's a blue-smelling idea.... and I still haven't caught up with my strength."

"Not so, but so, you will forget the eyes of men"

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I look around slowly.

I had eyes on a few people who looked at me with pathetic eyes, and I lay down my face gently.

I felt my face turn red.

"... let me know if you've noticed"

'You looked great, Dean. Had I at least managed to remove as much misfortune as I could see or reach?

Subtly imitating my voice color, Belzevute says, as if conceited.

Yes, he has a good personality. It wasn't long before I remembered that Belzevute was the devil.

"... for a while the meal will be dominated by dried black bread and miscellaneous bitter grass Wid and the poor potato Poat"

"Nah, what is the ingredient of that obvious name!? Hey, isn't that a little bit of a joke! Dean, are you kidding me? Huh? '

Miscellaneous bitter grass Wid is a type of grass that grows there, and nutritional value can't be said to be well high in the grass, but on bitter and bad anyway, it smells like animal manure.

The poor potato Poat is a potato on the side of the poor that is nutritionally weak, earthy and flavorful, but resistant to insects and climate change, and prone to becoming large.

... Neither likes it, but it was the one I ate the most until a while ago.