The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

The sun sets and the darkness pushes. Cold winter nights. The Willidis Army field position was home to civilians who had survived the unbancer base.

He gives one blanket at a time and an anti-cold air heater to keep him from freezing to death, while putting up a large tent to rest.

Willidis maids cook out, not many, but warm soup and fluffy bread go to all.

"Ugh, Ugh...!

"I'm gonna warm up."

Alive. A warm meal makes that more realistic. One young man drinks his soup in tears, and his mother and child are cheeky with soft bread with a grin.

"I've never had a horse like this...!

"Thank goodness. God there is."

Calm air flows.

"Now if you have booze..."

"Idiot, don't say luxury"

A man from a sprinkling town is being treated by a poor peasant man. Everyone was thinly dirty and tired. But some anger was returning to his face.

"It's the usual soup, why is this flavor dyed...?

"I don't know, I've never heard of this kind of territory, but I don't know if you usually eat this delicious food."

Hmm, those who heard of it will have an equally difficult look. Naturally. Because it was the first time anyone had ever said Willidis.

"Anyway, it helped. It didn't take long to get here from the Bakemon's nest. Po, po, you're telling me?

"I'm talking about transfer magic or something, but there really is such amazing magic..."

"Yeah, you have a hell of a wizard."

"Come on, I just asked my peppy maid..."

Said the child-faced man.

"Lord Willidis is a wise man. The portal seems to be magical."

"Whoa..."

"Sage."

Surprising voices rise from the surroundings.

Thank you, wise man.

In contrast, it spread without consent.

Two, several noticed one woman passing through the vicinity.

A green-haired beauty wearing a triangular hat reminiscent of a wizard. As she naturally waved that luscious beauty, when she noticed her gaze, she turned away from the witch, and the angel smiled with a kaya smile and swept her hands. The men happened to be on the bar and dropped her off.

"Oh, is that beauty, too, a miserable person...?

"Erai Beppin, I did it..."

"Good evening, Leele"

"... hey, come on"

Reele was looking in one hand at the liquor bottle, from the edge of the position, in the direction of an unbancer stronghold. Sit on the block wall and drink.

Elisa, who came, also had a liquor bottle.

"Good day. I heard it was rough. Your friend ran off."

I didn't call the doctor.

"That's why your friend came, isn't it?

Heh, and Leele distorted the edge of her lips. Flip the bottle you had, but there wasn't another drop of booze left.

Then Elisa offered a new bottle.

"Yes."

"Hi."

Received the change, Reele puts her mouth on the bottle. Pour in the cockroach and burn your throat.

"... so full of drinks"

"Pfft.... unfortunately it's a little intoxicating though"

I want to get drunk, and the brown-skinned woman warrior shrugged.

"... can I be foolish?

"You and I are friends."

Elisa climbs the block wall. Her abundant breasts, sitting next to her, crossed in front of Reele and accidentally looked at her own modest breasts....... hmm.

"So, what happened?

Elisa asks. Reele put her gaze back on.

"A little old wound hurts. You heard about the unbancers toying with humans.

Elisa was also listening to the subversion of the undercover unit that went to the ambassador base. To a device that sucks away human magic, a disposal site. Though I remembered my experience and frowned when I heard that there would be other facilities to modify humans.

"Speaking of which, when you were in the other world, they made you physically."

We have a short relationship, but Elisa and Leele have something in common. Elisa has been made a semi-sacubus victim of the Great Empire's Chimera Project.

And Reele, a Warcraft Warrior, was going through a human modification in the world before he was summoned to this world.

"It was the body that made me do it. Except for your current body."

Reele mocked herself.

"This body is now the body of a death row inmate. No, you don't resent that, do you? I could have done anything with my body right after my soul fell out. Instead, you should be thankful you didn't kill these good men."

"It's quite exotic and its body is lovely, Leele"

"Hi.... Even if I change my body, I still have my previous memories. That's the problem. The previous body was messed up by the plan to build a monster warrior... I was an orphan. I was the subject.... nobody helped me"

Exactly the same as Elisa did. In Reele's case, harsh human experiments and enhancements were applied under the concept of creating immortal warriors. Light trauma.

"That's why they're going to decide on my old wounds, like the unbancer Tsugi Hagi soldier, disposing of his body after squeezing out his magic and vitality."

Items dripping without force. I can't get drunk on alcohol, but my exhaling breath smelled pretty alcoholic.

"No, nothing, just something similar, nothing to do with this world's, well, unbuncers, and nothing to do with it, right? Just..."

"I'm hungry. Right?"

"... here's the thing"

Reele looks up to heaven. Cloudy skies, I didn't see the moon.

"Yes, I'm just annoyed on my own. That's all."

"Yeah, I just wanted to be stupid. But sometimes that makes me feel a little lighter."

Elisa smiled moderately and saw a friend of the half warcraft.

"It's human. Not everything you say and do makes sense."

"I don't know if they'll say it's pointless."

I can only laugh bitterly at this. It is a leale.

"I mean, are we supposed to be human in the first place?

"Isn't that nice? I'm not wrong because I'm human."

"... may be so"

Warcraft warriors and semi-sacubas will talk to each other late at night.