That Person. Later on…

I jumped into a place where more than one person was, and the sight I saw...

A group of about five or six people, including a little dirty man with a hugging knife pointed at a little kid.

Three men and women to confront it.

It was. This is... taking the kid hostage... yes, no, no, no, no. It's not good to believe the state as it is. Maybe the little filthy bunch is better. They're like, "What's with the kid in here? Well, no, if you sell the kid with you". Yeah. You're a scoundrel, guys.

But you're arr... you don't feel scared at all. The mountain demons still felt a little more threatened. I haven't felt it at all lately...

Uh-huh, I think I can do something about it.

They're no big deal at all. I can't believe you think you can do something about me with a little confidence in such mediocrity... I guess it's harder than it's ever been with such strength. That's why you shouldn't be alarmed. Though I survived in the mountains, I'm mediocre. Look at them properly so they can move anytime - -

"Heh, what the hell, that kid, he's scared to just stand there quietly. Hey!! Somebody get that cowardly kid!!

Irritated. That's what every man who's holding a knife against a child says, one scratchy man approached us from the group. Scratched. Normally I think people like that seem strong or something... what is it? Is it weak the other way around now? I think so. You got hurt enough to get all those scratches. You had a rough time. I don't have tears, I don't have sympathy, it's just a feeling I keep watching.

While the scratchy man approached me, I flickered at three men and women, but apparently I'm not interested in this one, staring at the child being caught. Is that it? Ignore it? No, you're not, are you? We just can't afford it, can we? I'm here ~!! Shake your hand...

Uh-huh, the woman standing in front of the three feels like some kind of gap. Let's not mess around. I shouldn't put extra stuff in my sight right now. Arre? Yokaina Monottebokdeska?

"Hey kid, if you don't want to hurt your eyes, be quiet..."

The moment a scratchy man gets close enough to catch me to lose sight of everyone in this room.

"Huh?"

The scratchy man had lost sight of me.

And there's a little dirty guy right in front of me with a knife to his kid. Oh, it stinks when you get close. Wipe your body properly and wash your clothes too! What if the smell moves on your child!

"Ho, ho, ho"

Baki!! Boki!!!

That's what I said. I'm holding a little dirty man's knife. I slapped him in the arm holding his hand and kid.

That? I heard something weird, but it's not broken, is it? No, no, no way...

"Ghaaaaahhhh!

A little dirty man is screaming. I was already among three men and women with children in the meantime.

And I noticed. I finally realized. Yeah, I haven't seen these three guys in particular, so I'm aware of them now.

Is that it? These three people have... pointy ears?

E, it's an elf.

These three, no. The kids look closely and it's an elf. I mean, is that you? Was that little filthy group going to get the elves and sell them off to the slave traders and make them money? Or were you asked to keep it a secret...

Either way, enough to ask such a weak group. I guess it's no big deal for the guy who might be behind it.

Uh... I hope I helped you out, but what am I supposed to do? I know you should talk about something, but what can I say?

Because I'm not saying anything, the two elves are a little orous, and the kid won't try to get away from me for some reason, and the bone's broken? The leading elf popped up a sassy step back when he also began to feel the screaming of a possibly dirty little man.

"What my enemy sounds like is the tone of the wind calling for death."

King--

When the popping elf spoke as he spoke around with his hands in front of him, the wind flew to a group of men as filthy as a blade with the sound of a tall moment. Because he was concentrating his consciousness on the dirty little man he was leading, he couldn't cope with the action of the elves, and the blade of wind cut the group off his body suppusingly, giving him bloodshed and desperate.

Magic. I've never tried it before. I wonder if you could put magic on words and manipulate events. Strength is proportional to the user's magic level... cool...

Whoa, speaking of which, there was another...

The wounded man, who was a little far away, was also cleared by the end of the group, and his life was casually scattered by the two remaining elves.

I was watching that sight (of course, I take care not to look at the kid with my hands in my eyes) and I was in love with the voice that spinned the first magic and watching the back of one female elf.

Extend the silver hair with all the radiance to your hips and a sluggish body. He carried a knife with splendid jewelry on his hips, carrying a bow on his back that would probably have some strength.

I think I've been in love with him ever since.

So what happened after this must have been inevitable. I didn't want to avoid it.

The elf woman twirls her silver hair around and looks at me.

"Thank you, strangers. Thanks to you for your help."

That said, I smiled small so that the expression thin suited me.

The moment I saw that smile, my chest was "stomped" on something along with a bouncing sensation.