"Sage Grecas...... are you done yet?
"Oh, I'm all right now"
Metius made a face with Mozomozo from the inside of my shirt's neck. The golden hair is messy and I shake my head like a small animal when I sift.
As Faria and the Buffalo Beast clashed and the shockwave crushed my surroundings, I grabbed Metius and beat him to the nostalgia.
Because in a wild shockwave flying around, you get blown away without a pile of fairies and other things as light as a chow.
"Thank you...... sage Grecas. And your heart sounded amazing."
A fairy laughs like a little flower.
"Maybe so, but the... didn't it smell like sweat?
Though the fairy, I blush now that the former (...) princess didn't smell like a man as a place to tease me.
"No. Always beside you. Nothing bothered me. Just..."
"Ha, just?
"Sage Grecas doesn't have chest hair (...) that should be in his palace! I've had a hard time grabbing it."
"No, not every man gets chest hair..."
"I know. It's a joke."
"Ah? Oh well..."
Laughing elegantly with Woof, Metius jumped out and danced the dry skies of the desert.
As always, I'm not sure about Metius' yaya (Miyabi) royal palace joke.
"Good... Warrior Faria, you're safe"
"Ha, Fairy Metius. This time it's just full body rattling. If Greg hadn't given me advice, the battle would have been muddy."
A fairy circled around Faria, then came back.
Faria narrows her eyes and says it like that, so I can honestly light it up.
"No, no, it was advice to the extent that 'to put out the fire, it's water'..."
"Mm...? Water with fire? What does that have to do with the ball-riding of the dodo?
Faria, who twists her neck slightly, seems to have a slightly worse blood spill because of her fatigue. Prepare for withdrawal by duly misleading.
When I noticed it, a number of light points were beginning to appear in the Enemy Junction (circle). The pattern of potpourring and growing reactions is yellow. Apparently the people of the city.
I looked around as I stretched my spine.
The battle between Faria and the Buffalo Beast Man, which deserved the word spectacular, had brought down several trees by the water, and the brick building had collapsed backwards with the shockwave of Faria's unleashed axe.
Seems to have caused new damage apart from the claw marks of the Demon King's War, but fortunately no human damage was thought to have occurred.
From behind the house, the dreaded inhabitants look at this one.
I guess the people of the city can't decide whether we're messengers of peace or uninvited guests of ruin. It's useless to stay long enough not to cause unwanted confusion.
"Greg, we're going to cover Ergonote, right?
I nodded.
Faria was right, the horrible architect crushed. The only remaining enemy is Ergonote and the "magical life" Yar Guci in battle.
"The enemy is the only one left. I know the ergonotes are good enough, but I need cover, but I need to get this over with. I'm sorry I'm tired..."
"Hey Greg. Don't tell anyone else to 'give me a hand', okay? We've always been buddies. You don't have to say that."
Faria lowered her voice just a little and looked at me with a serious look.
I accidentally laugh bitterly at the words of my best friend (...), who traveled with me for a long time as an adventurer for Dicamaran.
Because of more people in the hall, I seemed to be cautious when I asked someone to do things at some point.
"That's right. Then... 'Let's go!
"That's fine."
Faria grinned and took on the axe.
"But that's odd. Are the enemies going to fight (...) thoroughly by themselves?
The partial armor (plate armor) that protects the chest, shoulders, and hips is full of sand, and Faria said in a voice that I could hear as she paid with her hands.
"I don't know. It may just be rampant without the will of the person, but you can let it go..."
I think with my chin in my hand.
If you are a righteous thinker, it would be normal for your people to decide "no win" and retreat at a time when all this has been defeated. But is mysterious magical life staying in this place with another will, or for another reason (...)?
I reflected in the tactical information display (tactics) the results of a scan (scan) of the surrounding 300 Merte by the Sovereign Quarter (circle). To show them in the air so that they can also look like Faria, to confirm the placement of our people.
Again, this is the west side of the square.
The Sage's Hall is on the east side of the square and Iola and Plum are still waiting.
Injured Lu and Spiano, as well as Manuferno and Riola, who are rushing to treat them, are located on the south side of the square.
And Ergonote and Lentomia are located on the north side, so if you look at them from me and head for the square on the left, they should hit the scene of the battle.
We can't see each other because our sight is blocked by a pond about thirty mertes in diameter in the center of the square and the tall coconut trees that grew around it.
"Let's go, Faria."
"Ah!"
And when we tried to run out...
"Well...... Tuppe ae ae!
Guh! and a giant shadow rose from the ground as he blew up the smoke.
That's Tsukinami Elgus, a buffalo beast with a horn and full body muscles growing on his head.
"Nah!?
"What no!?
Me and Faria got up. He was incapacitated and faint, but he came back early.
Architect's armor, "Maiden's Soft Skin," also now collapses into a bump, only looking like a rusty iron crap, but is the will to fight still alive?
"Bluff!... brave woman warrior ppe!
His nose is also rough, and he is pointing his burning eyes at this one.
"What, are you still willing to do this? Hate, we are in a hurry. If you're willing, it's a little rough this time... yes, the sage Grecas will join the fight...?
Faria hands the axe on her back with such a good but vicious look. I don't know if my name is going to be a threat complaint, but Tsukinami Ergus shook a boom as she gave her hands forward.
"Ma, Ma, Ma! No... me, no"
"Mm...?
No hostility.
Apparently, the Architect's ghost slipped back into his original personality. Eyes and language are changing, as is the dragon girl Hin Yarishawa, as if she were someone else.
But Faria hasn't loosened her guard. Of course I can instantly inspire magic, too.
Tsukinami, the buffalo beast man, picked up his horn (...), which had fallen to the ground, and his precious "spiritual hair cap", which the buffalo beast people inherited from their ancestors, when he walked a long time.
Its huge back looked small as if it was sad.
"This is important, a gift from my ancestors. And this horn... of a man, the strongest testimony of the tribe... ppe"
"... well, were you the strongest warrior in the tribe?... you fought your people in the Kanyan offensive on the human side in the Demon King's War?
I rounded my eyes to my words, and loosened my wild, fierce face like mixing a cow with about 20% of the human face. That's a face mixed with joy and sadness.
"That's right. I fought my people. Southart. Hin Yarishawa. Cogma. Tsukune.... Everyone is one of us.... but Southart, I got it from the witch. It's changed...... eph."
The buffalo beast man looked far away as he paid off the sand on the corner he picked up.
At the end of his gaze, there was a black palace in a white city with different colours. There is a Southout Yormusa wearing a hundred-eyed helmet, the ultimate architect for the Royal Palace.
I spoke quietly.
"You who were handed the object of the curse by Southout were ruled one by another by the ghost. But that ends today, too."
A witch wearing a ring with curiosity, Alberina was half dominated by consciousness and would have handed one cursed object after another out of the treasure trove to Southout.
Once unleashed, the curse grew and went to Tsukinami and other companions, eroding their flesh and their hearts.
"End...... ppe?
A buffalo beast walked right in front of us and fell on one knee. Align your gaze with the height of your gaze and point your gaze at me or Faria's face.
"That's right. That's why we're here. To destroy all the objects of the curse, to undo all of you and this country."
Tsukinami, who was listening to my words, slowly opened his mouth after a few thoughts.
"Right. Then the strongest (...) testament (...) that broke the strongest (...). Giving this horn ppe"
That said, I handed the broken corner to Faria. Faria receives horns in confusion.
"The will of the strongest warrior, I did receive it. But... how do I use this?
"You can pray when you need it. Show me the same power as me only once."
"The same power......? Okay, I'll take it."
- You mean a special attack that emits a powerful physical shock called a Deadhorn Hurricane and a "magical item" that works equally well?
Faria took care of it on the back porch.
"Bhuffle. And he that is wise. Sage...... You didn't interrupt our fight. To that brilliant brain and the heart that weighs the ritual, the power of my ancestors, give it to me!
That said, I put a chunk of toy black hair on my head.
"Ooh......!
"Well!"
Faria and Methius shine their eyes in my afro glasses. Puff, and both cheeks are swollen and likely to erupt even now. What the heck is that reaction...
"Thanks... - What!? Something stinks! Besides... I'm getting itchy. Ah!?
I accidentally took a black mojamoja and threw it back at Tsukinami. My head itched in an instant, and hey, no, it stinks so bad!?
"... for generations of ancestors, the holy hat in which the soul dwells, knitted the spiritual hair to be left at death. To the wise...... unnecessary ppe?
I bend my eyebrows sadly with my crushed eyes at the beak of a big man like a chunk of muscle.
"Oh, no! Oh, yeah...... Well, it must be very important to you, so keep it in my place for a long time, okay?
"Right....... ok PE"
Tsukinami wore a spiritual hair cap happily so.
I think I kind of figured out why I don't have hair, but my head itches... yum...
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