This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

As the sun gradually inclined, and even though the southern islands were just blessed by the sun, the shadows were deeper and darkness spread in the shade and shade of the trees.

I'm going to ask some of the open-air merchants who are shopping for fruits and stuff at the market, and it's about time.

He said the village is happiest now, without any particular problems.

In the past, it was a poor fishing village, and even with hot springs, tourists and others rarely came, he said.

A tanned, middle-aged, fat open-air merchant tells me to stroke his white-haired beard.

"Now, from the mainland, it's incredible to be busy with so many customers every day."

"The economy is better than anything else. But isn't it a lot steeper?

"Well, we're not sure, either."

For a moment, the open-air merchant dropped his gaze to avoid it.

"Didn't something happen in the past?

"Please don't talk about it. No, customers! Enjoy this island with plenty!

Omg one mango, and the open-air merchant got rid of me physically.

Is it difficult to talk to strangers? The man's smile isn't anywhere either.

but going deep and alert also makes it harder to listen.

Now I went out to the liquor store and asked about the liquor.

The young bartender in a southern floral shirt, polishing his glass, said, "No, there is, but now it's more popular to bring barley wine from the continent by regular ship. How about a drink?" And this one's a bare gesture like he's hiding something.

Then, as the force in his eyes sent a slightly stronger gaze, the bartender rushed to drop the glass from his hand.

On the verge of falling to the table, I grab a glass.

"Be careful"

"Oh, thank you. I mean, the customers..."

"I'm just a prying traveler. But that's a shame. You can drink wheat anywhere in the King's Capital."

The bartender said, "Still, if you drink it in an unusual environment, even the flavor will taste good," and this has been gently diverted from the topic again.

The bartender tells me with a loving laugh.

"I'm going to show you a store that's wholesale for us. And, yes... the customer likes adventure, so I'll tell you what first."

Is there an exception to the slogan?

"What is it?

"Actually, there are two types of hot springs on the island, and the management building of the cottage where guests are staying is the one where the sea water was warmed by the geothermal heat of the volcano... Actually, there are sulphur springs when you get to the volcano"

"That's more information than your ears."

"Oops! Wait! Didn't you ask your guide or see it in a brochure? The volcano is full of horrible demons, and the other day the adventurer's... only a line of self-proclaimed brave men was wiped out. Occasionally, hot springs lovers want sulphur springs, because they go. There are no churches on this island, and be careful not to be unassuming and missing."

The bartender gives me an invitation to the liquor store by writing a note in lieu of a hella. A brief map to the liquor store was also drawn.

I see. Providing important information.

There are no more churches on this island. And if it was, why the hell is it gone?

It may not end with just a vacation. With such a hunch, when I left the liquor store, I relied on the map in my notes, and I came through Market Street to the outskirts of a slightly lonely village.

I hope you found the liquor store sign.

"Hehe... hey husband. Looking for something?

In front of the tavern's doorway, men with naked muscles lined up sloppily in the upper half.

At the center is a giant wrapped in thick muscle armor.

"You did it earlier, didn't you? Hey, husband."

Alex, the muscle breadman who occupied the hot spring's inner bath, and his delightful men.

"How can this get in the way with my going first?

Now you might want to get some more sleep. When I gently placed a cage (basket) full of fruit on the ground, I pulled the slaughter sword of light out of my palm.

And Alex takes half a step back and shouts a pitiful voice.

"Hi-no! Wait for me, sir! He asked me to talk to him!

"If you don't listen to others, how can you believe that word?"

"I'm sorry about the bath. But, yeah, I had to!

Alex's eyes sue me desperately.

Well, even if you did gather numbers to retaliate, ambush isn't enough if you're going to beat me.

Was it also because there really is a willingness to discuss that you didn't come up with an ambush with or without me?

"Is that good? If you hit a bad play, you'll get the right payback."

Alex, as well as his men, shake their necks vertically over and over again with momentum that is going to make their neck tendons crazy.

I am frightened. I wonder what the hell kind of horrible eyes you've got. No, it's not like I'm the one who got hurt, but I think it's the moxibustion that physically took me out of my heart and gall.

Alex invites me.

"Anyway, I'm in trouble for the villagers to see me. Just hang out with me for a second, sir."

"I guess that's not how you're going to take me into the dark and impose hard workouts like squats and bench presses on me,"

"No, there isn't! On the wide spine this ghost was told to laugh at!

Leadership turns its back on this one and decides on a pretty posse.

This seems to be a testament to the utmost sincerity. There's nothing you can do about dating me.

They muscle legions who seem to speak from themselves more than they can draw information from the villagers could be a valuable source.

"Fine. Guide me."

Alex turned his finger and blew it.

"Formation expansion (formation), it's Mostmascular, you bastards!

My men surround me, build muscle walls and walk out. It's Alex who goes first.

"I don't need you all to protect me..."

Alex looked back as he twisted his body and rolled out a side chest posing.

"No, it would be noticeable for someone off the island like my husband to wander around in a place that's not for sightseeing, wouldn't it? We'll cover it well, so, well, you know, you were gonna be on a big boat."

I feel worse and more conspicuous with a bunch of half-naked muscle men strolling around, but when I didn't go into the liquor store and leave myself to their lead, I was put through a small cove behind the village.

There are a number of fishing boats lined up. The fish-catching nets were lined up on the beach and dried.

The western sun gradually deepens the slope and the sky begins to stain red.

The shadows stretch and the cove is dim.

Is there no way anything is going to happen surrounded by men who are bent on such a place?

It was still a trap, and I sighed in my heart that even a caution stick would come out, but Alex would unravel my enclosure with a signal and turn around and kneel (kneel first).

"I still don't know your name, but my husband is half strong. I saw you with a name."

"No, not such person"

Alex as well as his other men kneel on the beach of white sand, as if they were knights pledging allegiance to the king.

On behalf of Alex slowly raised his head and stared at my face.

"I'm going to go straight in. This village... was built for the Demons."

"Ho" leaked out of my mouth.

"Ho, it's true! I'm not lying."

I snorted slowly.

"That sounds like some fun story. Can you tell us more?

"Ha, yes! Glad to hear it!

They hung a tourist man on a sieve in a hot spring in the admin building, which resulted in him being totally expected.

But it's called a good place to travel on a ship, and lately you're on the edge of the demon clan that makes it.

Will this also attract the virtues of the high priest? Of course, you can't overlook it.