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Tibalagi Village Hosts' Regional Back, Weekend Demon Crusader '

The basic rules are as follows:

1. Carry out the extermination of demons and xenobiotics that have been complained of from each region.

2. Essentially unpaid because it is a service activity by local residents.

However, the applicable allowances shall be paid in accordance with the General Provisions on Special Allowances for Village Halls in respect of the cost of repairing damaged weapons, lunches and consumables.

3. The by-products (meat, bones and skins) resulting from the eradication, or the revenue derived from them, shall belong to the participants.

4, as far as criminal groups by humans and others are concerned, shall not be the subject thereof.

(In the case of bandits, etc., it shall be reported to the King's Government immediately, and crusades shall be carried out by the security forces of the Government)

5. It shall be organized by about five combatable personnel per squad.

In addition, personnel providing backward support, such as water, food and medicines, shall be accompanied in a safe area by village hall personnel.

Require carriages and cattle carriages to accompany you in case of an emergency.

6, Crusade time starts at 8am and ends at 3pm.

Punctuality. If there is no exit contact after the exit time, form a search and rescue team.

7. Safety first. Retreat immediately if you think you can't.

In the event of encountering demons with the highest risk designation, only the situation shall be checked and withdrawn. Separately, a crusade by the King's Government shall be formed.

* Examples of hazard designations Dragons, Giant Warcraft, Immortality (Undead), etc.

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"So that's it for the rules. Remember, Rookie!

Leader, Masford pounds the basin and shoulder with momentum. Apparently it's his own skin, but it hurts and it's hot and painful.

The slime 'Lanako' on his shoulder, hidden in his chest pocket, didn't seem to have to be crushed.

"... would you stop being a rookie? I'm Iola."

Iola, speaking a little bluntly. I'm getting tired of being polite about boulders.

"Okay, Iola. Well, when the fight started, the one with no confidence in his arm pulled in. You can climb on a tree like Harrimeel."

Thumbs up with that said, pointing back.

"Uh-huh."

Harrimill, the archer (archer) girl who was walking behind her, lifts her hand as she smiles gently at Iola.

"... I'm good at climbing trees, but I'll fight"

"You're very reliable, Oi. She (...) They say things differently, don't they? Ahem."

Iola hits me on the shoulder again. Huh, aggressive palms cut the sky.

"Ew!?

"Nihaha," he said with a tall laugh from behind. It's Harrimill.

Apparently, Masford cares about this bowman girl, and he walks a little out on Iola looking back at her with a flicker.

"By the way, who was she (...) here with, Ki... did you kiss or something?

"What?"

Massford blushes for some reason.

"No way is that more than that!? I, for example, held hands... is a halench"

I thought I'd bust a big man who would look embarrassed, but I can also lose my temper to be angry. There's something wrong with the order in which you hold hands with a kiss in the first place.

"... about that, well"

"Hey what...!? You're an adult, or an adult, Iola!

"Ugh..."

That's how the Tibalagi Weekend Demon Crusader, a row from Squad III, was going down the East Forest Road for about an hour after the meeting point in front of the waterwheel cabin.

The formation of a total of five fighter regiments (parties), with the addition of Iola, consists of the leader's big man, Masford, as avant-garde, and the rookie (Rookie) Iola. Right behind you is Harrimill, the archer's energetic girl, beside whom she calls herself (...) Wizard girl, Maple walking.

"I want to go home" is the cliche swordsman, Till Ricker, walking slightly at the rear.

I am freaked out by the leaves of a tree that shakes in the wind. At first glance, however, Iola was strangely convinced that vigilance until that hypersensitivity was important to a party without tension.

- Mm-hmm. I wonder if you're okay...

The leader has no way of paying attention to his surroundings. I feel like a walk with a nose song.

While guarding her surroundings as far as she can see with the archer girl Harrimil and Iola, the self-proclaimed wizard Maple walks as she reads the Book of Witches (Grimoire). But there's no way to do anything.

To the best of Iola's knowledge, the great wizard "Brother Gu" captured enemies faster than anyone else with strange magical powers, and so did "Brother Ren".

Isn't that... anyone a wizard can do? Iola twists her neck.

And roughly twenty merte rear with no detachment is the cow car operated by the uncle of the staff of the village hall.

The simple front carriage carries one energetic old man, a resident representative of the neighborhood, as a rear support personnel (...), a lady who can't stop chatting all the time, and an anxious looking hallujah.

Only the old man holds a spear as a weapon. It would be for protection for a time called Isa, but I guess he remembers it in his arms. You can't beat a young one, I can hear you talking.

- I wonder if Harua will be okay, too.

Iola also looks back from time to time, waving and showing care.

For Harua, who has been attacked by demons and has suffered serious and dying injuries, demonic exorcisms will sometimes feel horrified.

But I said, "Io, where you fight... I want to see it with these eyes. Please," he volunteered. It was a positive manifestation of will to overcome the "fear" stained in the body by watching Iola defeat the battle demons.

"It's time for Innoboo to show up."

When Harrimir says so, he takes his bow off his shoulder and walks into preparation.

The purpose of today's crusade expedition is due to a complaint from a farmer that a herd of giant boars' 'boars dug back potatoes they had just planted.

I don't know how many there are, but they're not the ones coming at me in the herd. Each destruction is the basic way to fight… and Iola recalls her past experiences.

"I don't like physiologically swollen beast systems...... My tongue stops moving."

Quickly, a maple putting up a line of prevention (...) for chanting slowness.

"Maple, you said you didn't like reptiles the other day."

"I don't like the basics, all of them"

"Ha. Well, there's no one I like."

"A frog or a boar, but no matter how many, they're not my enemies, are they?

Masford, a leader who stretches with an extra look and rattles cockroaches and neck bones.

A boyish red-haired girl Harrimill who tells the story of a leader through and cares about the tips of her peachy hair and the obvious look. What do the two of you think of this leader? I'm just a little concerned for Iola, too.

"Hey guys......! Better stay away from the cow truck..."

Till Ricker looking to go back to the carriage in the back.

"! There's a place I opened up ahead of you"

I could see where the forest opened a little further ahead of Iola's gaze. It looks like land in the open, with trees cut off.

The path in the forest, which extends parallel to the field, had become a forest as a living area with a bright left towards the direction of travel, and a depressed, untouched forest on the right.

Forests as these living areas are the "inner woods" where people's hands came in, which arose after the villagers continued for years to mow the weeds, pick up twigs and turn them into firewood. Spring brings abundant graces such as mountain vegetables and, in autumn, nuts and mushrooms.

Demons, or giant rabbits or giant frogs, also come from the woods for such grace. And sometimes they devour the fields.

The problem is that the carnivore (...) also comes after such xenobiotics.

"Guys, stop!

Iola waved aggressively and stopped following. Tension runs on the faces of everyone but the leader. The cow truck also senses the anomaly and stops at the rear 20 merte.

"What? Iola, let's rest in the square."

"Fine!

Upon removing the bastard sword for one and both hands from his back, Iola lowers herself and proceeds alone to the square ten mertes away to see how it goes.

In front of me there was an open forest. Circular land about 30 merte in diameter.

There, I saw something moving.

"Gah......!

"Baugh!"

It was the giant wolves (...) flocking to the dead Inoboo.

- "The Mad Wolf"!

Long tail in dark silver fur. A giant beast whose total length would be as much as two mertes. A living human being is an opponent, even an armed human being.

Iola once also encountered and fought a herd of more than twenty heads. But at that time, I was with my brother Gu and his dependable companions.

Even in the village of Finovocci, he has encountered and stopped a single young male who should be called a "haggling wolf".

If there are more than three groups...... they should be evacuated immediately.

Two of them are flocking to Inobu's meat...... no, three. A small herd, rather than living away from a huge herd, would be a gathering of young males.

"Nooo? Wolves or three of them can do it."

"Hey!?

There was a Mussford voice from behind. When Iola looked back in haste, a leader who had pulled out a giant sword stood without concealing himself.

"Fur is so expensive, Zo."

"I know! But with this power, fuck it! At least if it's an ambush or an ambush..."

Iola accidentally bared her voice, too. I wish it was just me, but I don't want to cross the dangerous bridge considering the wizard and the cow truck harua that followed.

"No, he said I could. Oh, I noticed."

"... Gallu?

The Mad Wolf genus (Vabless Wolfe) raised his face and raised a low roar with his bloody face pointed this way.

"Oh, already!

The earliest, not surprisingly. It's a complete encounter.

When Iola regained her sword, she stood low and took a moderate distance from her leader. Because being in the midst of a giant sword is not safe for me.

"The entrance to this square, here we repel. Don't let me go behind you, Iola."

"I know!

Continued