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

A fishing boat moored at the pier sails out to the red-dyed sea at sunset.

Leave your men and Alex for a romantic visit. If we weren't men, we would have even developed to kiss each other.

The muscle man rows lightly through the small fishing boat of the handkerchief.

Apparently it wasn't just the muscles to charm, it was the flesh forged by the sea.

When the man stopped his hand, the boat stopped to be slowly swayed over the various waves.

"Couldn't we have talked on the beach?

"Well, that's right, but I wanted to be alone with my husband"

"Do you want to be butch rolled?

Alex "Come on with the joke" when I gave it back to him with a straight face, and for some reason he dropped his shoulder.

"Please talk to me as soon as you can. And then there's the outdoor barbecue party."

Though a tourist village created by the Demons, all the gaze I feel from time to time belongs to the villagers.

Besides, it's not like hostility or malice.

When I worked for the Pontifical Agency, I was also sensitive to intentional killings because they were indispensable to conspiracies, traps and assassins, but so far, I couldn't feel those things.

Since my sensibilities were assigned to the "Last Church” I may have blunted...

Together, if you suddenly cancel the barbecue, you may be tempted by the "enemy”.

"If that's what you mean, sir, let the young people deliver this island's specialty coconut distillery and delicious seafood later," Alex laughs, showing off his white teeth.

"Oh, I'm sorry it's like this one reminded you, but that helps. By the way, how did you know I was going to the liquor store and get ahead of myself?

"The bartender at the tavern is an old friend. Childhood Friendship."

Some other villagers say Alex and his collaborators are in conflict. He said his gaze at me was more of an eye of expectation than that kind of surveillance of them...

but most of the inhabitants don't even know the demons exist.

I'm sorry I can't change things from inside the village, but he says it's a strong person, like me, who can count on them for not being adventurers either.

"How could that happen?

"It's... it's because of the man who changed this village all at once in a few years. Until then, while poor, it was a fishing village where we all lived in solidarity. No, I'm not. I can't believe it's unity..."

Suddenly, the big man weeps. I went out of my way on the sea by boat, even if I couldn't be seen like that?

"Please speak in order from scratch"

Wipe the tears with your arms. Alex explained the situation.

Once a volcanic island settlement - Mouramoula village - was just a fishing village with hot springs.

There was a cruel custom in the village.

It is a sacrifice to the volcano. Once every seven years, a girl is offered from the village to the mountain god.

By that time, a priest had been sent by the church to the village, but without a gap in which the doctrine of that priest would enter, preaching would not seem to have gone well enough to flatter him.

"That's what I don't see in the church...... what happened to the priest?

"He's gone. It's like all the villagers kicked him out."

It's a priestless village without a medical village, but it's not uncommon to talk about that.

Harder to imagine from the openness of the South, the village of Mouramoula once seemed closed. But if there is such a thing as a custom of sacrifice, is there no choice?

By exposing such false gods, the Church continues to stretch the branches of faith even today (in Konjo).

Alex exhaled slowly.

"Seven years ago now, my sister, who was only fourteen years old, was chosen as a witch and dedicated to the god of the volcano. I resented the villagers at the time. I kept building my body to curse my weak self and be strong."

That's a pathetic muscle, that.

"Is it the Demons who were naming that God?

"No, there's no such thing. Since I started offering witches, coincidences have become a custom that they no longer erupt. It's just that the villagers and I only knew this village. My sister Sarah threw herself from herself into the fire escape for the village. But that man changed it."

"Who the hell is that?

"I put on an unusual mask... yes, my husband and I were guys with a similar vibe and outfit somewhere. Speaking of which, it feels like my voice... no, it was seven years ago. My husband's a lot younger, but he'll be more of a kid by then."

When armed, Alex exhales deeply before continuing.

"I didn't even name him, but at some point, he became known as the Wise Man."

Oh, this case looks troublesome. You love the leap. You look just like me.

"The general situation swallowed up. You were planted by that wise man to realize that there was no God in the volcano, too, was there?

"Hey, how did you figure that out?

"The god of the mountains that only the village knows man has worshipped for generations of his ancestors. I doubt that because without the wisdom of the stranger, I would never have thought of it."

Here's the bottom line after that.

The village was liberated from the curse of the Volcano God and the custom of sacrifice by the wise.

He further said he taught how to use the hot springs to attract tourists.

The sprouts of the Great Divine Tree in the church are now a source of magical power for the admin building.

"How do you work that way?

"All, a wise man did it for me. Sometimes there was a merchant ship that stopped at the village as a relay point, but we talked about it and made it a trading route, and now every day there are direct flights back and forth from the mainland."

If this is all you got, what the sage did doesn't seem like a bad thing either. You might have done the same thing if you weren't a person in the church, even if it was the use of the Great Divine Tree bud.

"The Demons are not coming out."

"It was my husband who said it in turn."

"Yeah, go on then"

"The wise man is a benefactor and savior to the village. So nobody doubts this prosperity right now. The problem is... since the wise are gone. It disappeared at some point, and no one knows where it went after that."

The other day, you attacked me in Malikha. Is that an update?

Alex's expression tightened.

"Hey, husband. What do you think of the guests coming to this village?

"You guys seem to be enjoying yourselves"

"Life has been a lot easier thanks to having plenty of scattered money as a village too... I don't know... just men and women. For a while after the sage disappeared, there were regular customers. Family vacations like my husbands are rare now."

I'm not a family member, but I don't either explain it and break my hip.

"If you ask me, indeed, the beach was full of couples"

There was also a group of group socializers, but they are basically men and women.

The cottage bedroom is also a double bed, not a twin room.

"At some point, the atmosphere in the village changed like a gallery... at first I thought that was what change was all about, but I was curious, and I slapped the money and asked the Adventurer Guild to investigate it"

"What's the result?

Alex shook his head slowly, left and right, silently.

"Demons are strong near the volcano, and they may have been wiped out in the middle of an investigation."

"I didn't come back from the investigation, so when I contacted the Adventurer Alliance, the Adventurers I asked for weren't back in the dead."

Will it remain missing all the time?

Some Demons may seal it to stop the adventurer from resurrecting. Iceburn's trapping of the acorns in an ice coffin is also new to memory.

I gently pinched my jaw (chin) with my thumb and index finger.

"But you know exactly what the Demons are doing, right?

"No, not yet then... after a while... I started dreaming about my sister... Sarah. Ask me for help. It's been seven years and I thought I had my mind sorted out..."

Alex snuffs his fist in.

"What happened then?

"One full moon night when I woke up dreaming of Sarah hah, I had a strange heartbeat and my feet were naturally directed to the beach of this cove. It's a memorable place where Sarah and I played together."

I listen in silence.

"There was Sarah. With the same appearance as seven years ago. That (...) said (...). Don't interrupt... You can't do that, can you, sir?

"But why did you choose me?

"He said he could tell at a glance by the muscles. Sorry I treated you like a sprouts earlier. My husband's body didn't work out to work out. A real warrior's body made of battle."

I reach out softly to Alex, who grins pathetically.

"Please prepare plenty of alcohol. Take over the investigation from the adventurers."

For a moment, Alex looked so pale, he suddenly hugged me without taking my hand.

When I flipped over and grabbed my arm, I threw the giant down into the ocean.

"Hey, what's with the cancer, sir!

"I don't have a hobby for hugging men"

"Oh, my God, it's killing me."

Either way, if there are people in need, you can't leave them alone. I feel as though I have a decent way of life as a great cleric.