The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

A shocking word unleashed by the innkeeper.

That seemed enough to put a crack in Mr. Quina's weak heart.

"It's really the home of Givens, isn't it doomed... Ha..."

After I heard that story, Mr. Quina completely lost her energy.

A big fuzzy sigh as he twirls his fingers around the 'Supreme Lion of Heaven' lowered from his neck.

"I don't think you're lying. Unfortunately…"

Me and Beato, we were gathered in Mr. Quina's three-person room where we were going to stay, and we had an emergency meeting.

To talk about whether or not we should continue to go to the village of Rocca, and to revitalize Mr. Quina.

... I can't cheer anyone up.

The innkeeper said the village of Rocca was destroyed three years ago.

At best, the demon pushed over and destroyed it overnight.

Most of the villagers lost their lives and only a few survived.

One of them must be this girl.

"Given, I only remember five years ago from the ss...... I can remember that village, as if it were yesterday... Looks like we kind of jumped over time. Shh..."

During those five years, there must have been a lot going on.

I can only imagine, Toko that the village was destroyed, protected by the denomination, and joined a fact-finding group...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I don't even know if he's alive... I don't want to throw up weak noises, but I'm still anxious..."

"Quina, don't be shy. If you don't want to see your doomed home, there's another clue."

Toka is right.

If we didn't really know anything, we should rely on another clue.

"The Supreme Lion of Heaven," ID to prove he's a Paradise cleric.

If you go to the congregation with a knack, you won't be paid in advance, and some people in the congregation should naturally know about Quina.

Going out of your way to see your doomed hometown is something you don't have to do.

... the sadness that the village where I was born and raised perished, the more painful it is for me to know.

"... thank you, gentlemen. But Given, I knew I wouldn't give up hope until I saw it with this eye, sss!

Mr. Quina fists in front of his body.

They've decided to go to the village of Rocca.

That positivity, you have to apprentice.

When this battle is over, I guess I'll go back to the village of Ribo once too......

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Having stayed overnight in the village of Leno, we left the streets lazing to the north with a view to the village of Rocca.

Walk, walk, keep walking, the high sun set on the horizon, the vertically half moon is floating in the sky.

Why are you changing shape depending on the day?

I wonder if Toka would know.

Besides, it's usually time to start getting ready for Nojuku already.

Still, Mr. Quina doesn't try to stop walking.

Because I can see the shadow of the village a little further.

... I don't see any lights in the village.

"... hey, Quina. Isn't that enough?

"Still ssss. Maybe we all happen to be out there, sss."

That there's no light in the village, which means that.

You're turning down so much hope, Mr. Quina, but you won't stop walking.

I know you don't want to give up hope until the end......

After about five minutes of walking, we arrived safely at the 'former village of Rocca'.

Yes, ex.

"Ah, ah..."

Run-down stone walls, the foundations of burned-down wooden houses.

A roof of completely weathered walnuts on cobblestones destroyed by mess.

Wherever you look at it, it's completely abandoned.

Quina just stood up in front of her unusual hometown, illuminated by the moonlight.

"Here, it was a tavern near the entrance, sss..."

Fluffy, walking in front of an abandoned building and fingering.

In the room, where the roof had completely collapsed and swept out, the wreckage of the bar-counter-like part and the broken liquor bin were indeed rolling.

"And this is the inn..."

I guess I'm checking against my own memory.

Mr. Quina walked straight to the back of the village.

"Oh, wait, it's dangerous alone!

"You're not hearing me......, that's shocking. Melo, I'll keep my mouth shut."

"Right...... Fregenta was destroyed, too, and I know how you feel..."

Toka and Melo, too, follow Mr. Quina.

"Beato, so do we...... Beat?"

"... eh"

I wonder what's wrong.

Beat looked so spicy, he was gnawing at the bag with parchment in it.

... but does it also contain the recording form that Quina put on it?

"Hey, are you wondering if I should show you that paper?

"... Huh!?

Was it a picture star?

I'm a little surprised to hear that.

"... eh"

"Mr. Quina, I'm looking for Hishi Nijibunoki. If you look at me like that, it's hard to fool me. '

"... well. But I don't think I should go back if I remember."

"... Huh?

"Killed all my companions, twisted and killed a respected man, hiding for days in the pile of Uzi's boiling corpse, frightened by the fear of death. The memory that she needs to wake up is something else. You can forget about that."

I say Beat's head whilst still.

He said he shouldn't have any cruel memories.

……

Is there anything you want to mess with, Mr. Killier?

"... let's go. It's a small village, but you're just gonna lose it."

Without returning the answer, walk into the back of the village in the hands of Beat.

... Ha, which mouth did you say that with?

I don't want to forget any memories.

My precious memories with my family and my irrational deprivation of them are all the things that are shaping me now.

If I don't, I'm sure I won't be me.

The remains of a certain private house, behind the village.

Some of the wooden walls had collapsed, and Mr. Quina was sitting in front of the house, which barely had its original shape.

"Toka, is this Mr. Quina's?

"Oh, that was late, Killier. Yes, it's her home."

A short distance from Mr. Quina, Toka and Melo are watching her.

We both don't know what to say.

Neither do I.

I thought I'd take it easy for a while.

"I'm sure it's a mess in my head."

I'm not crying or anything.

Just blurry, just looking at the house.

I guess I'm in the middle of pulling out family memories and stuff.

"... right. I can't believe we can--"

Zokri.

Suddenly, truly abruptly, three signs of intense killing appeared right around the corner.

Two of them are slapped against me.

But there's another spearhead --.

"Mr. Quina, it's dangerous!!

Why is it for that girl?!

Flying slaughter of Qi (Renki)/Flying Blade (Hijin) approaching from behind Mr. Quina.

Flew out at full speed, I'm sitting back holding her body and out of range of attack.

At the next moment, the blade of practice qi (renki) slashed and tore apart the remains of Mr. Quina's house.

"Ah, ahhh... Huh!!

I guess Soytz has become a toddler.

The abandoned house (yes leave) collapses completely and turns into just a piece of wood.

"Given's, Given's house...!

Oh, my God, why are you doing this?

I bit my back teeth so badly that it sounded gibberish that it dazzled the direction of the attack.

"Oh, yeah? Weird. Of the four women out there, you're not Mr. Beat or two chicks, are you?

A man with a slender blade over his shoulder.

Is he the one who attacked you?

"Can't you even read the other guy's powers, Azumi (ahu)? The brave one is the other. Apparently, he's dressed as a man."

"Whatever......, brave man, kill...... ugh!

And three more.

To Ares, to the man with the great sword on his back, a cleric with a round head.

Have you done four at once?

Apparently, enemy, you've come to crush me for real.

"Hey, hey, Master Beat. We're here to pick you up. Let's go home."