Sword of Glutton Princess

After the rally against the Grey Church was over, it was to be dissolved once, in order to prepare each one.

Beginning in the evening, we will meet again with other adventurers to leave the city of Romaburg for the underground four tiers of the Romaburg Underground Ruins, where the Grey Church would lurk.

I decided to break up with Edda and head over to Mani's blacksmith to brief her on this grey sect riot and the Gumdon Deaths.

"So... did Dean decide to join the Gumdon Deathliners?

Mani holds his head and says.

... There must be some anxiety about this gathering.

"... I know it's dangerous."

I know how that feels, too.

The anxiety element is so uncut if you name it.

The first is that Gumdon, the leader of the Gumdon Death Regiment, is a less trustworthy figure.

I very much don't think he's a very good adventurer in personality.

Around Haydal if possible, at least I could have trusted him a little more if Childick, an assistant to Gumdon, had stood on his head......

And the second is that the number of grey denominations is unclear.

A C superior class like Gaza, or a B subordinate class conductor like Brad, should come out to Zara.

There is no one in the city of Romaburg who can fight with Brad from the front.

Heydall would have died if he'd bumped into Brad one-on-one, too.

The third is the anxiety that the army, which is stationary about the Grey Church, might come up with a hand in a strange way.

We were talking about whether the military was also deciding to ignore it by seeing that if they reacted poorly, they might have to respond to negotiations on "Blackhui's Trapezohedron," but it should be more obvious than seeing fire that leaving it like this would only be a bad development for the military.

… and the fourth and final point is that the underground four tiers of the Demonic Labyrinth itself, that they are waiting for, are a rather dangerous place.

The underground four tiers of the Demonic Labyrinth are gruesome and not a very living environment for people.

An environmentalist capable of purifying the air "Air" with the subtle magic "Matter" becomes a must.

In other words, if every environmentalist in the Gumdon Death Regiment is killed or injured in an engagement with a Warcraft or Grey Order... the remaining adventurers will have to be wiped out.

The Gamdon Deaths are thirteen combined with me and Edda, but only two of them were getting their magic as environmentalists.

A slightly unreliable young man, Ciel, to little boy Childick, Gumdon's right-hand man.

Childick had also acquired the radiation magic "Attack," which was a story of a high level of fighting and equipping him with fighting skills.

He's pretty used to fighting, but this time he'll have you focus on purifying the air, Al.

"But... if we don't stop here, the Grey Church is going to repeat the crime again. If you're safe here in the Glades, you might be sorry."

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Mani stares at my face.

"... I think it's okay to abandon the blacksmith and run away with Dean."

The mani causes his face to lean down and zero in a small voice.

"That, is..."

I have a mouthful.

When he looked at my face, he opened his eyes and shook his head like Mani had noticed all the time.

"Sorry, that was rude"

... That's what Mani said, he bowed his head.

Once upon a time, the military's response was delayed when there was a Warcraft commotion, and the adventurers present did not help, and my mother had lost her life.

Mani must have cared about that.

"But... the damage would never have swelled up so far if the army guys had dealt with each other in earnest. Maybe it's a strange bewitch, but I should have given it to them. There's no reason for Dean to hang out with something like this."

"I don't want to wipe their asses. I just... I don't want to put out any more of those victims."

In the last few days, I've seen ordinary people murdered by Brad's assault and men murdered by the Grey Church and kidnapped their children.

There are already dozens of such victims in this city of Romaburg alone.

No more... I don't want to leave them in the wild.

"I knew... Dean would say that, I thought so"

Mani soothed the look he had stiffened and laughed.

Then he returned his expression and took his seat, taking the "Gadolas of the Devil's Hammer" that was standing against the wall.

"Oh, hey, what's going on?

"If Dean's going, let me follow him. I'll let you through."

"Yes, but... the mani are also low level..."

"Still, with this" Devil's Hammer Gadolas, "it shouldn't just be a stepping stone. As far as I can tell, it sounds like we're running out of people."

... Indeed, The Devil's Hammer Gadolas should fall into a pretty fine category for a single adventurer to deal with as a combat magic conductor.

The correction of the fighting is also significant.

"But... I go where the mani is dangerous..."

"I feel the same way about that. Maybe Dean won't come back, because I'm not such a strong woman that I can wait in plain sight. If it's a dangerous place, let me follow you further."

"Wow, okay...... Bad, Mani."

As I was falling apart, Belzevute looked up as he finished flattening "The Red Bull's Raccoon Steak".

When Belzevute says, 'I don't get a chance in the Demonic Labyrinth for a while, so I want to keep my meal between now and now!' And I was pinching the waste, so I prepared the dishes and made them materialize with psychic magic (trupa).

Since the magic of Petit Demordi is not a great deal of magic while Belzevute takes care of it, and it takes time to travel, now the magic drain will not draw its tail to later battles.

"What, you both don't have to be so serious. Because I have a concubine, one of the seven great sin kings. Dean has a contract to make a concubine treat, so it's not easy to die."

Belzevute said so while eating and cushioning around his mouth.

"But when I get back safely, I'm gonna demand five servings of this steak!