That Person. Later on…

Me and Meal, Marrao left Orsen immediately to head to Reganir. And there's another companion on this journey to Leganil. It is Mr. Grave. Thanks to Leganil, who had three wives and all of them were moderates, he offered to accompany them. Besides, one of them seems to be a maid who knows Marrao and works for the Royal Castle. Marrao told me that the person was also being captured. Mr. Grave asked about it and said, "He's strong, so it's okay," but the look on his face seemed worried. I wish him well, too. That's how we go to Leganir, but it usually takes about a month to get there on foot, and there's a huge forest between Ausen and Leganir, and they're sure to get lost without guidance. However, the carriage could not be used because it stood out and we decided to go on foot... or run for it. We kept running under Marrao's guidance that we were familiar with the woods. I'm well alle, and I have Meal on my head, so I have no problem with it, but Mr. Grave is also an S-rank adventurer, so he runs pretty fast. Marrao was coming to us like that. Well, I've pinched a few breaks, but I think it's going completely better than normally going by carriage because it's going in a way that cuts through the forest in a straight line.

Is that how it's time for a break? I went out near the street where I think, but it looks like the interrupters will show up anywhere. Me and Mr. Grave jump forward in an aggressive way to shelter Marau.

"Hey, hey... wait no!! No, wait..."

Undoubtedly the look is banditry. I have a long sword down my lower back in thin dirty clothing and my skin is thin dirty if I haven't washed it in days. The face also grew a barren beard, and it felt like something... but... the face grew blue and grew sweaty, holding my stomach with my hands. Is it abdominal pain?

"Oh, you guys... paper... no, leave the money"

"... I need paper"

"It's gold.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Bad, huh? You're critical, aren't you? Bandits seem desperate to indulge in something. Me and Mr. Grave face to face about what we're going to do, and for now, we call out to that bandit.

"Oh well... you want money... then you have to resist..."

"Right... you can give it to me right away if it's paper, but when it's gold, I'll have to fight it out and refuse it. But this one's in a hurry, and when it comes to fighting, it takes time, and I'm in trouble..."

"That's right... that's troublesome... both"

Me and Mr. Grave exchange words as we nibble. Bandits are still desperate to hear us interact and say "Ah" and "Ugh". I wonder how long I can stand it. Of course, we're going to leave this place as soon as something breaks down.

"Hey, hey? That guy looks painful, but you don't have to help him?

That's what Marrao called us from behind.

"Huh? Oh, 'cause I'm a bandit. You don't have an in-laws to help, do you?

"Right. The moment I help you, you might get slashed in return for your interest."

"Oh."

"So all we can do right now is put off all the time we can."

Our words stained the faces of bandits with despair. He's rattled and trembling, and his mouth is pounding. But the next moment I said, "Ugh," I stuck my lips out and looked up at the sky. One hand is holding his ass. You finally made it? Me and Mr. Grave immediately moved on from the scene to taking Marau away, but the bandit laughed a little, wondering if he had been in that position for a while but suddenly exhaled heavily and repeatedly breathed wildly.

"Ph...... ph...... A-hhhhhhh!!!

Then suddenly I laughed out loud. Hey, what's up? Are you kidding me? I'm not saying what...

"It's healed!! The waves have passed!! Come on, are you ready?! I'm going to make you regret not leaving without your money!!

That's how the bandits pulled out their swords and pointed their cuts at us. Stupid!! He said it's healed!! Shit, I'm sorry. I didn't expect it to heal. Me and Mr. Grave face to face that we've had a rough time, and we move on to a combat position to get this over with. The bandits reacted to the action and took more daggers out of their nostalgia.

"Sweet!! You thought I'd freak out two to one? I can do two knives at all!! I'll show you how strong I am!! At best, you regret not running away!!

A bandit opened his arms wide and slashed him over here. Me and Mr. Grave tried to jump off the spot to end it immediately...

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"... Ugh... the waves..."

"He suffered again..."

As Marrao put it, the bandit was putting his sword down and putting his hand on his stomach and ass again to put up with something. If you think it's healed, you're coming, right? When I looked at the bandit's complexion, apparently there was a stronger wave coming than earlier, and I was puckering my mouth and desperately enjoying it. I'll see you in tears in my eyes.

"... please... please go now... I can't move anymore... oh no... in front of a girl... I don't want to... please... please protect my dignity..."

"... go"

"... right"

Mr. Grave put it gently on the ground in front of the bandit when he silently put out a piece of paper with nothing written from his nostalgia. We hurried away from the scene so that we could not hear or smell.