The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

shah, and the noise was about daylight two days later.

That's when I was just waiting upstairs in the study, and I hurried to the window with my healing feet.

From the open window, there are five horseback rides at the entrance of the village, and they do something like footsteps.

The sudden high volume caused by the stones and hardware must have surprised the horse.

Looks like he's calming down the horse.

I blew the whistle I had prepared, suppressing the roaring heart.

Peep, the high noise would have been heard by the enemy as well.

but it's definitely more important to get in touch with Carol than the operation is to be done in collaboration with Carol.

Of course, the five horsemen perceived the sound of the whistle and saw this one.

I'll take the bow I was prepared for.

It would have been left in Shishiki's house if it had been hunting for a living, a long bow that could be used for pigs as well, rather than the short bow that I've been using.

If this is the case, the range is completely different.

Squeezed and ejected slightly above target.

The curved arrows draw loose curves and pierce the ground far from horseback riding.

I literally grabbed the arrow early and fired it away.

When Stonston and the arrow pierced the ground, it was too far away to know, but the commander seemed to have given instructions, and four of the five horsemen came running toward us.

Due to the scale of the attack, he considered the enemy to be small and capable of being destroyed, and decided to crush it.

but in the unlikely event that the estimate falls off, leave a ride to have the information brought back.

That would be the place.

The four horsemen who came towards him seemed accustomed to the treatment of horses on boulders and approached them as they serpented into small pieces vigilantly at the bow.

Soon we will earn our distance and cross the village from end to end to reach the village chief's house where I am.

but no matter how many horses are masters, you can't search the house while riding a horse.

I just want to get off the horse and wrap my reins around something that will fasten the horse so the horse doesn't go anywhere if possible.

Of course, on the doorstep of the village chief's house, there is a horse fastening for visitors.

The cavalry got off the horse and snagged the reins in an instant on the horse clasp, kicking through the door.

I haven't locked it, so I don't need to kick it, but naturally I assumed it was locked.

When the sound of a docadoka echoed to the ground floor, I threw my bow and arrow away and looked back.

They know the archer is upstairs.

He would come here in a straight line with minimal vigilance.

I crossed the house and pinched the house to the window opposite the front door.

The top edge of the window is bracketed with a rope, the rope extending low to the trunk of a tree on the ground.

Blowing the whistle again and letting Carol know, he took the sturdy trousers he had prepared and hooked them to the rope.

I kicked the window pier and let myself leap into the air.

It sounds like a zah, and it moves down to the ground in momentum.

I thrust my pants out of my knees into the straw prepared for the end point.

My left foot knee hits the ground and tells me that I have Zukin and a great deal of pain.

Can you stand?

Before that, I looked back and looked at the window.

If the soldiers look there, if they don't cut the rope instantly, they'll come here too.

but before you do that, Bo! And I heard a creaking noise.

Whether most of the sound was absorbed into the ground, the sound was small.

Instead, the ground swayed like cramps for a moment.

Becky Becky, and the sound of breaking wood to power began to echo from the entire building.

The house, whose beams supporting the whole thing have been destroyed at the top by the rapid gas expansion that has occurred in the basement, has begun to collapse so that it leans as it falls into the hole.

It's falling apart.

As I aimed, he fell down with me, so I tried to crawl on the ground and hide in the shadow of a tree.

At the same time as the roar, wind pressure and dust stroke his cheeks.

After a while he represented himself from the shade of the tree, where he had turned into a pile of rubble.

The four people who came into the house would not be immune to serious illness in this kind of way.

But just in case, he took the spear he had placed instead of the crutches.

If I crawl out of the rubble, I'll stab you.

This spear is not for people, but a spear with a sturdy tip, like armor, used by hunters to deal with bears.

If masters like that canker weren't opponents, we'd be able to fight with this.

I relied on my wand to walk to the entrance to the basement's outdoor entrance.

There, Carol, wearing dust, fell into a depression.

"Whoa, are you okay?

I crouched, leaned back, grabbed Carol's shoulder and shook it.

"Huh..."

Carol was the one who entered the basement from the ground floor with the first whistle and retreated outside via the basement while setting fire to gunpowder with the second whistle.

When you look at the entrance to the basement, the sturdy doors are flying away.

The fire passed faster than I expected, and after putting a stick on the hardware on the door, maybe we were blown away together.

"Ugh, mmm..."

"Hey, hold on tight"

Even if I was hitting him hard in the head, I'm sorry, but I don't have time to worry about my body and do it.

"Ugh... oh... ugh! What happened!?

When my consciousness began to be clear, I seemed to recall the situation at once.

Is it okay if it looks like this?

"I don't know. Can you walk?"

Carol had a hard time holding the cane in his hand.

"Absolutely. What about horses?"

"I haven't checked yet."

On the other hand, when I looked in the direction of the front door, I could see slightly that the horse was still hissing (nasty) across the dust cleansed by the slightly blowing wind.

It's hard to calculate that the horse is safe.

ground (...) bottom (...) room (...) between (...) earth (...) to (...) bottom (...) is (...) yes (...).

If an explosion occurs in the basement and the ceiling collapses, the house collapses to fall on the other side of the front door.

As a result, the horse should be safe.

In fact, I was safe.

But the horse was nasty and excited.

Well, if the building in front of you collapses with a roar, you'll feel one or two of your dangers.

"Looks fine. Let's go."

"Yeah."

Take Carol's hand and pull it up.

Go by the rubble and hurry to the horse.

The horse was still making a fuss.

Though I am injured in my leg, I don't expect to interfere that much with horseback riding, but I just want to refrain from pulling together a rampage horse and a reins.

"Well, well."

And he grabbed the reins that remained tied and pulled them.

Easy, easy.

The horse is restless just ringing a blurry.

If I were a bird, I'd feel somewhat comfortable looking into my eyes, and I could calm it right down, but the horse doesn't seem to.

Is there anything else you can do to keep it up?

"Duh, duh, duh"

Carol is next door, pulling the reins as she looks.

Whether you feel more tame than me or because you don't have a sting vibe, the horse Carol is challenging feels cooler from excitement.

The atmosphere is dragging me down, and the horse over here seems to be settling down.

"Try riding first"

And, encourage Carol.

Carol's horse already seemed to lose the mood "I'll shake you off as soon as people get on".

It's going to be hard for you to do, but we'll figure it out when we get on.

"Okay."

Carol turned to the left side of the horse, and as she passed her foot through the cane, she rode up on the horse all the way with her cane.

Remove the reins from the horse clasp as you watch the horse.

I threw the reins straight at Carol because there was no appearance of a rampage.

My horse was quieter too, so I stabbed the long spear on the ground once, untied the reins and spanned the horse.

There is a somewhat rushed atmosphere, but the original military horse is the only one that is calm.

"Let's go"

Judging the reins, turn the horses around and point them at the entrance to the village.

I doubted my eyes.

One scout left was still there.