The Struggle of Returning to The Other World

Mr. Elliott's gaze was straight through Mr. Ars.

Mr. Ars at the time, when he grabs my arm again hard, pulls it into his back to keep it away from them - and takes the dagger out of his hips.

Mr. Elliott and his men, who arrived shortly, also stood before Mr. Ars as he pulled his long sword out of his sheath.

"Hey, hey Mr. Ars, are you going to fight!?

"'Cause it's like that over there."

No, no, that's why you don't have to intercept me with a fight hips this way!?

"Halka. Is this man you know"

Mr. Elliot, with his sword, asked me that with a bitter look.

"Hey, I thought you were some kind of spy? You can't meet your buddies in a back alley like this."

To Mr Sizzle's words that follow, I finally understand how this situation is perceived by them.

I want to complain out loud that I'm not, but I'm not going to be able to plug an excuse into the air of this place, which is too pressing.

"You're the guards of the Witch Pilgrimage."

Mr. Ars, on the other hand, was calm on such occasions as this.

"I ask you once, can you miss this place? If you miss it, we'll pull up big time. I won't bother Master Ardina."

"You think that's why I'm here? - I'll tell you more later, Halka."

Say no, Mr. Elliot jumped into Mr. Ars' nostalgia. A long sword is swung down - and Mr. Ars takes it with his sword. Gakin, the unpleasant sound sounded dull.

Wait, that sword, it's obvious but real, isn't it?!? If you cut it, you'd get hurt or die, wouldn't you!?

Why are you swinging that around so easily?

"No, don't! Put away your sword and let's discuss it!

I screamed like I had been begun.

"Halka, stay back because you're in danger."

The voice of Mr. Ars, who still seems to be able to afford it. But long swords and daggers, on top of that, it would be too against Mr. Ars!

Such a concern of mine, Mr. Ars jumps gently on the ground as if he were a bender or something, sometimes using a dagger well to avoid the attack of Mr. Elliott and others for a moment. Besides, he even seems to try to fight back from time to time. Mr. Elliott and Mr. Sizzle were looking very hard to do in the fine attack on Mr. Ars aimed at hand.

Yeah, I don't think I can support either of them anymore.

Shall I just run away by myself like this?!?

After a while of offense, Chip, Mr. Sizzle pounded his tongue.

"You don't seem like you're just a mercenary going up. Which dog the hell?

"I can't talk to a dog."

"Another question, then. What do you want me to do with her? From what I've seen, she sounds like a pretty funny daughter."

"Um, as far as I'm concerned, it would help if you stayed still with nothing on my side. I don't think I'm good enough to connect you at all."

I don't know what kind of conversation that is.

Mr. Elliot, on the other hand, remains silent and devoted to the attack. Perhaps Mr. Sizzle is deliberately speaking to Mr. Ars. Make a slight deviation from his attention so that Mr. Elliot can poke that gap.

Still, Mr. Ars was better at one.

The battle, which seemed antagonistic, broke its balance in an instant.

Mr. Ars' dagger jumped Mr. Sizzle's sword.

The flying long sword, arguing so loudly as to be interesting, crashed against the building's walls and rolled to the ground with a dull sound. It was just something that rolled near my feet, so I was pitifully surprised.

And there was also a gap in Mr. Elliot, who followed the whereabouts of that sword with his lateral eyes. Mr. Ars doesn't miss that momentary gap. He mercilessly put a dagger on Mr. Elliot's throat.

"Come on, that's it. You'll throw away your sword, too."

I could hear Mr. Elliot swallowing his knob.

Either way, there's nothing he can do anymore. Mr. Elliot looked directly at Mr. Ars with his angrily wet eyes, but still slowly let go of his sword.

"That's fine. If we do this any more, Harka will just grieve. As I said, I have no intention of harming you or Master Ardina. I'm just here to bring Harka back."

"- Not at all."

I raised my protest abruptly to Mr. Ars, who was about to come in on his own.

The gaze of three men gathers to me at once.

"I don't like it, I've told you so many times! I'm not following Mr. Ars."

And he picked up Mr. Sizzle's sword, which was rolling at his feet, and stuck the blade to his own left shoulder.

Ugh, what a heavy sword!

"Mr. Ars is the one who throws away his sword. Otherwise I don't know what I'm gonna do."

"Harka, you're in danger."

"In my country. Hey, there's the word" stump "! If it's enough to annoy people and expose them to shame, then my belly clippings are a scratch!

"... that's a magnificent line from the young girls"

Mr. Ars replied with a completely nervous voice.

Mr. Sizzle and Mr. Elliot seem to be thinking about how we should be treated for suddenly causing a break-up (which would only appear to be the case).

"Anyway, put the sword down. Harka, you're still lost, aren't you?

"... are you trying to say that this is just a form of threat?

With that said, I actually get hiatus right. 'Cause there can't be any real courage to get hungry. This situation I can't pull off to see what's going on, although I've moved around trying to buy some time.

"No, I didn't. You think somewhere in your mind you'd rather go back to King's Capital with me, and the witch pilgrimage and everything will fit in circles, right? Hulka must know the best way not to bother people is not to cut them."

……

"Look, put the sword down. You're tired already."

Mr Ars is right, I am completely lost.

Still, I couldn't lower my sword.

I bite my lips off all the time, just staring at Mr. Ars.

Mr. Ars, on the other hand, and Mr. Sizzle and Mr. Elliot, who stand behind it, are just shutting up and watching my next move.

And -.

Unfortunately, the first thing that came to the limit was my arms lifting the sword.

Shit, it's really too heavy.

Irrespective of my will, my sword is about to fall out of my hand.

It was such an arrowhead.

"- Okay, my loss."

Hmm, and dropping one light sigh, Mr. Ars raised his hands to show his surrender pose.

"At all, you didn't think Harka was so stubborn. I'm gonna give up on forcing you back, so why don't you stare at me like that?

"Huh..., why"

I can't hide my confusion from Mr. Ars, who pulled it off lightly.

"No, I'll definitely bring you back eventually, but it's an order. But they haven't told me how long, so I don't know how to do it now."

With his hands up, Mr. Elliot slowly approaches behind Mr. Ars, who tells him to step aside. And quietly pulled out the dagger that remained in Mr. Ars' right hand. Even in the meantime, Mr. Ars shows no resistance.

Mr. Sizzle was Mr. Sizzle, who walked over to me on guard and received a long sword from me.

"Would you stop killing yourself with people's swords?

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

"Really, what the hell, you guys"

To that grunt, I could not return the answer.

Shortly after, Mr. Ars had his hands tied behind his back.

I can't talk because I don't resist myself, but it kind of feels like Mr. Ars is being treated like a sinner, and it's complicated. I, on the other hand, can't help but be extra because I stayed put without being particularly restrained.

"Elliot, what are we going to do?

In response to Mr. Sizzle's inquiry, Mr. Elliot sighed still on the tannic side.

"There must have been an abandoned house near the church. Let's get the two of them there first. After that, it depends on Lord Noel's instructions."

"Rikai"

"That's why. Let's go."

Mr. Elliott pushed him back, and Mr. Ars walked out very hard. I'll see how he's not willing to resist, and then I'll walk out in line next to him, too.

Soon afterwards, the abandoned house was an old wooden building with a lot of pain.

There were no more doors at the entrance and exit, and the dimly lit indoors, even though it was noon, were so rough that it was easy to see that the inhabitants had been constant and many years.

Ugh, I don't like it, this feeling.

The first day I was flown on a witch pilgrimage with Mr. Luno's relocation technique, I recall in response whether or not I was detained in a horse cabin. It was really hard then.

Mr. Elliot immediately noticed that I was secretly afraid. After he gave me a glimpse, he opened the windows in the room first and took in the light of day. It also replaces the serious and damp air, making it more comfortable.

"Well, that means I'm going to report to Master Noel, right?

Mr. Elliot nodded at Mr. Sizzle's offer.

"Oh, please"

Between the two exchanges, I steal a look at Mr. Ars.

He remained unchanged with his hands in captivity, quietly standing between the walls.

Apparently, you don't think of anything like poking a gap and running away. Well, if you were going to, you could have taken me from the beginning without bitterness, and I'm sure you're really going to keep me company for a while.

I just don't know what the hell you're thinking, it's horrible. It would be true that you tried to bring me back first, and I'm pretty sure that's the kind of order you're giving me. Why did you suddenly turn your mind and try to get caught by Mr. Elliott and the others? Though I've just asked you straight in, and I don't think you'll honestly tell me what you mean, so I'm not even going to ask you anymore.

Well.

After Mr. Sizzle left, a strange silence flowed between the three of us left behind.

... That's kind of awkward.

"Earlier, what was that lightning? Is that some kind of magic trick?

They've read the air, Mr. Elliot, and they've spoken to me that way in the same way they always do.

"Ah, yes. I didn't think I'd get that much thunder, either."

"That hurt. I totally burned my palm."

Until Mr. Ars, he joins the conversation at a mild pace.

"Did that thunder tell you where we were?

"Oh. It's been a little noise all over town."

That would be the case, too. I still wondered what nobody looked like until the end of the back alley, not because there were no people, but because they were all stuck in the house with no fear.

"Was that magic prop given to you by Master Noel?

"No, that's not it."

"Really? I don't know..."

"By the way, did you rush to us at his direction?

In response to Mr. Ars' inquiry, Mr. Elliot nodded as he remained on the top of the Buddha.

"That's right.... Halka, who are you? It's called that Master Noel cares strangely, it's called this man. That you have powerful magic tools. Noel told me not to pry, but there's no way we're going to make it this far."

……

There was no word to give back, and I nodded.

How many times have I been asked who you are?

"... Looks like it's raining."

Two, Mr. Ars shrugged like he was talking to himself.

When I look up, his gaze is pointed out the window.

"It's going to be down the road. I didn't have a cloud until just now."

While saying so, the modest rainy Shizuku begins to gain momentum.

"There's been a lot of crazy weather lately, hasn't there? We just need the weather."

"Hey, I guess that's not what you were talking about"

"You don't have to rush, maybe it'll all be revealed soon. Besides, I'm sorry, but there's someone else to talk to first. - Right, Harka?"

As in place of my reply, the rain sounded even more intense.

Now it's time for the room to be surrounded by silence, and only the uninterrupted rain of bruises continues. Not the power of magic props, even real thunder, began to try to break our heavy silence.

How long has it been since then?

Perhaps it hadn't been half an hour.

The outside of the room became noisy.

There are multiple footsteps approaching us.

Together, I can also hear a man's creaking voice. With Mr. Sizzle earlier - it must be Noel's voice.

Eventually, the door to the room opened without a knock.

It was Noel and Mr. Sizzle, as I thought, who showed up over there. Totally wet by this heavy rain, they enter the room gently shaking off the Shizuku of rain with their hands.

And Noel looked straight at Mr. Ars with a rugged sloth.

"... Ars, it's you"

"Long time no see, Noel"

I felt the air in the room stretched out.