Sword of Glutton Princess

"No, you're a really good person, Dean. The golden snail," Gold My Mai, "he said, was what I struggled to chase around and exhaust with my life. I can't believe you can afford the money to get in and out of here like this without your identity."

Gilbard says, staring at me.

"plundered, or"

I look at Gilbard's face and repeat his words.

"... How dare you say that? If Dean hadn't helped you then, you'd be dead, wouldn't you? Aren't you ashamed?

Mani wrinkles between his eyebrows and argues against Gilbard.

I miss it.

I feel long ago that Gilbard was replaced and helped Gilbard, who was about to be killed by a group of Middle-Ghost Hobgoblins led by the golden snail Gold My Mai.

I remember telling Gilbard then not to come forward again because I didn't need any thanks.

But now, I don't even remember being so frustrated.

Was I aware of such a small man for a long time?

"First of all, didn't you run away right then?"

"... Mani, let me tell you"

When I told Mani, Gilbard's temples trembled nervously.

"I hear you've come to say a long time! What? You're making fun of me!

I realized that Gilbard's Magic Sword was not the Fantasy Sword Noosa I used to have.

Instead of "Fantasy Sword Noosa," he sits on his back with a spare Magic Instructor sword he has had for a long time.

"You... Magic Sword"

"Oh, yeah! I dropped it! On your way back then, you were attacked by the war mouse Moose! It's in the hands of the military because the fool who picked it up took it politely to the Adventurer's Guild, and no matter how many applications he makes, he won't come home obsessed!

Gilbard screams like throwing up.

... That, honestly, sympathizes.

The level of Warcraft that can be stably defeated with one quality of Magic Sword changes dramatically.

It is also deadly as a level increase of its own, and naturally much depends on the accomplishments that can be brought back in a single search.

"That Kid from The Cat Clan (Philinema) was also sidelined by other hunting buddies (parties), even though I struggled to find them and solicit them!

... well, could Carol have found a more decent hunting companion (party) than Gilbard?

That's good.

But I knew Gilbard had a selfish and arrogant verse, but still thought it was a lot of rhetoric.

Apparently, adventurer activity hasn't gone very well.

The more I get cornered, the more I want to ask the outside world why I won't get hurt.

I also know how it feels because every day was a streak of failures, regrets, and bitterness among hauliers.

"That and this! It's all because you stole my golden snail, Gold My Mai!

"Well, it's gonna be tough, but good luck with that."

That's all I said, I sent a signal with my eyes to Mani and decided to walk ahead.

Mani had an uncomfortable face, but he started walking in line with me.

Gilbard then stood still like he'd been taken aback, but he came right after me.

"Ma, wait! The Golden Snail" Gold My Mai "bone fight was mine! Give it back! That Odd was mine too!

Gilbard came after me.

"That's right! Give me that magic sword! So I'll hit you with my hand! You don't deserve such a great magic sword!

"Ooh!? Why should a concubine help such a man?

Belzevute's outrageous voice echoes in his head.

... I'm [LV: 25], and if Gilbard's level hasn't changed since the time he lost Fantasy Sword Noosa, I'd be up seven.

"If you're doing something that doesn't suit you, you're gonna lose your life one day! You look great in a haulier!

That discarding dialogue. Finally, Gilbard stopped his leg.

Originally, I guess you didn't really think I'd give you the Magic Sword.

"What are you doing, he?

"Hey, come on down! That's my shop!

When I removed Gilbard from consciousness, I noticed some strange noise around him.

Everyone around them is looking toward the roof of the building.

I lost my word when I followed my gaze and raised my gaze.

On the roof stood a man with light black skin, wrapped in black clothes.

The man had a big scar hanging from his forehead to his lips.

On his back, he carries a large wax about the length of the man's back.

Behind my brain came the figure of the Grey Church in Gaza.

Unlike Gaza, it was faceless, but the look and vibe it created resembled him.

"Oh, that guy, no way..."

I desperately denied the idea that came to mind.

I've heard that the Grey Church is a disjointed killing group that lists broken faith, but it can't be anything at all.

You shouldn't be stupid enough to come in alone where there are a lot of evening people.

I'm not kidding.

It is only a nightmare, such as the evil magic conductor user of Gaza's lined arms coming aboard the city's shopping district in bad faith.

That must not happen.

"Listen! My name is Brad from the Grey Church! Faithless, worthless bugs! You have uncovered the temple of our Lord, Lord Uroboros, and stolen a treasure vessel!

The man, who calls himself Brad, majestically declared himself to be a member of the Grey Order.

The shopping district becomes more stiff.

"And so tired of it, I turned Gaza, one of our Grey Church followers, into a dead man! At the earliest, everyone living in this city is an unforgivable great sinner! I will slaughter this occasion and make it a warning to the army!