Three years after D Genesis Dungeon

"You won't wake up."

Kidnapping yesterday... The woman who rescued me still won't wake up. I had no choice but to put him to bed in a nice room, but he stayed there for over half a day.

It's a mystery how far the Arsuls shadow bind won't wake up, though we know it won't wake up for at least six hours.

"Regardless of the shortest effect of the shadow bind, do you record the longest?

"I'll hand it over to Mr. Tanaka, I don't know."

"Right. Is this okay?

It's not like you have a fever, you can't breathe spontaneously, and you just look like you're asleep healthy.

"Until now, I've never heard of anyone who died or had sequelae from that, so I guess I'm fine...... are you allergic to paralysis?

"Do you have one?"

Even if you can be allergic and paralyzed, there's no such silly thing as an allergy to paralysis.

"If you don't wake up after 24 hours, will you take me to the doctor?

"Doctor... you're a town doctor at first, aren't you? Japanese town doctors don't like uninsured. You think this guy has insurance?

"Once JNTO (Japan Government Tourism Board), you can search for a healthcare provider that accepts foreigners... before insurance, where do you think her passport is?

"Or..."

I didn't even know his name before I knew if he had Japanese citizenship in the first place. Whatever you think, it would be weird for us to see him.

"You know, calling me down."

"Do I have to do that at the end..."

There is also one rank 7 cure potion, but we don't even know if this condition is sick in the first place.

Mr. Narise will come to the office in the afternoon.

We had to go down to the office with a note that we wrote to come downstairs when we woke up and leave Durtwin on surveillance for when something happened.

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A little around noon, the person was reporting the situation to a man sitting in front of him in a dim, cold room with closed curtains, in a private house close to the Yoyogi dungeon.

I didn't know how, I didn't turn on the lights or the air conditioning, but it seemed oddly suited to a vampire-like guy who just came out of his grave now.

"I see. So you're saying that with that notebook, you can talk directly to God's family?

"That's what I'm talking about."

"And you're telling me that's the only way to get in touch."

"So far."

It is physically difficult to get to the wandering hall that says it will appear in the dungeon. Anyway, even Victor and the others couldn't come back.

Isabella is reluctant to pull the information out of the D-Powers.

Most importantly, if it stays the way it is for a while now, it will be quiet soon.

"I should have gotten along a little better."

That woman's abilities are a threat, but she won't wield that power any easier than almost no inventory of demonic crystals either. He also tells me to stay away from the escorts.

If they don't even try to satisfy their extra desires with her, she won't even show her ability to escort them.

"What?"

"No, it's about this one. So, can you bring that up?

"It's impossible to take it out."

The building, which only seems to be a general borough shop, was handed out with the latest security systems and security people.

I don't know if that's inner tone, militia, or security again, but being sharp was felt with only a few different opportunities, even with little face to face.

Somehow it's different, the air.

"Got a copy of the application?

"You can try it, but I don't know if it's copiable. Nor can we rule out the possibility that something special has been logged"

"Hmm. It's not good to find out now."

It is a problem that the Japanese government, which I can assure you is closest to God in the world, will not be able to obtain information, and I want to avoid being able to look at it.

Even the C.O.S. lieutenant colonel is tearing us around. The man who made it convenient must have leaked it, but it's no bother.

In shame, I even had to hide the pattern of Marianne and the others.

"It is possible to write something there on your own, but the logs you write will remain"

"Is it difficult to interact freely? I wish I could at least designate a meeting place and invite you."

It was David who joked with a dark smile, but the person reporting didn't even laugh at Kusuri.

"Whatever, I got the story"

That's what David said, giving the person a thick envelope.

The person, with a satisfied smile, received the envelope and left it in the bag.

"If anything happens again, thank you. I had a hard time getting you on that team anyway."

No matter how many believers you say you have, your activities in Japan are still shallow.

I couldn't do that with my hands around from all over, so maybe there's a dust somewhere. You just have to accomplish your purpose before that broom becomes dewy. That should do anything later.

He was serious about that.

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When Mei Muragoe from the Ministry of Economy, Trade and Industry opened the door thinking it might be a hassle to have lunch here, etc., Sugida, who called herself Taku, was sitting on the couch with a serious face and doing something in front of Dantsk's notes.

"Mr. Sugita?

"Oh, welcome back."

Sugita, who turned out to be in sync with Muragoe, was pretty shattered against her.

Where I used the most polite language, whether or not Sugita really had respect for the other person was a different story.

"Sugida, what's for lunch?

"Well, appropriately in a convenience store"

Without even turning around Muragoe's side, Sugida was typing something in a single-fingered laptop that uninterruptedly accessed Dantsuk-chan's question box with two convenience store rice balls in one hand.

"You won't have it unless you eat it right. What are you doing just now?

"What -, approach?

"Huh?"

To an unintelligible statement, Muragoe glanced at the screen of the notebook with a frown, and when he saw the text written there, he sighed in a clear sigh at its content.

"... what are you thinking"

"What, is that weird? Girly."

"Not so, its contents..."

What was written there was like an invitation complaint for a high school date. To sum up, "Next Sunday, doesn't it fit in Shibuya?".

"No, that's okay, nothing. Sunday's my day off, right? Different?"

"I am, though. Before that, the Chinese characters are wrong."

"Me, that's the right thing to do..."

Having said that and put the cursor back to that letter, Sugida retyped "meeting" as if she had no choice.

She complained as the man deepened the wrinkles between her brows wondering if she was suddenly willing to invite her opponent to the hotel.

"Our job is to formulate policies, right? So what are you trying to meet with the other person on your own when you're gathering information about the other person?"

"A lot of times you don't know unless you see him. Man, it's best to negotiate face-to-face."

"So you can't negotiate on your own!?

"Well, I mean a date."

Murakoshi, who had confirmed that sentence from next to Sugita, who was reviewing it to confirm the sentence he had finished typing, was sweating inside that this was a guy he shouldn't let send.

"I'm sure if everyone finds out about that, we can definitely stop it."

"So aren't you typing now that nobody's here? If you send it, it's this way."

"Are you a convicted criminal!

"It's okay, it's okay. See, Mr. Uchitani said that, too." Personal Deal. "You'll miss it, that's about it."

"Meh, meh, meh!

Murakoshi, who accidentally grabbed Sugida's right hand, who was likely to send it, pulled Sugida off the PC, so he pulled his body at will.

Sugita, stuck by surprise, fell to the couch with all the momentum, and the two were to meet each other on the couch, but that was at the same time Narumi, who had lunched badly, opened the door.

Seeing the two people hanging together on the couch, it was Narumi, who solidified for a moment, but there, pretending to be adult spare time, he said as he pushed and killed the upset inside.

"Come on, I don't blame you for an in-house relationship, but don't do it at work."

"Hey, what are you talking about!? I'm trying to stop his barbarity..."

Sugida didn't miss the gap that Muragoku, who accidentally raised his face to a mistimed error.

"Ho ho"

"Oh?!

Looking back at the crisp sound, Muragoku raised a desperate voice.

Sugita was sending a message by pressing the return key with her right foot, even though Muragoe grabbed her arms and pushed her down.

"Barbarian? What the hell are you talking about?

"Sorry, it was too late..."

Narumi, who was briefed by Muragoe, looked at the written contents with a doya face that he had cut it off, flanking Sugida, who was cheeky with a rice balls.

"Sugita. Are you serious about this?

"Of course you are! Because only a handsome man can be forgiven for inviting a girl on a joke! If you finally get out of society, it's only the handsome elite that will be allowed to do it."

Narumi was worried about what to say to Sugita, who seems to be seriously saying that, as she put a penetration into her heart, no, you would be a career recruiting for Treasury headquarters.

But there is no undoing what has already been sent. Somehow, we have to take that in a positive direction.

"Well, I can't undo what I sent... and it could be a credit for the injury."

Muragoe chased him to Narumi, who followed him as he drew his face.

"I hope it's not an unrepeatable injury."

"Don't be scared. So, Sugita. If, indeed, she came out, do you have a plan?

The positivity of turning it into an opportunity rather than regretting what had happened was what Narumi excelled at, but Sugita's answer was outside Narumi's imagination.

"Plan? Um, you think we'll have tea first?

"You...... you really haven't thought about anything!? Just asked me out?!

"No, I'll look into a reputable cafe or so."

"You're not..."

I was wondering if this guy was really here diving through the selection exam, Narumi almost held his head, but when he regained his mind, Muragoku also turned in, what if this date (?) began discussing the response if it became a reality.

What an odd picture of three career bureaucrats considering a Shibuya date in earnest, even though the afternoon work had not even begun, the parties were serious. Except for one person who caused this.

But after all, I couldn't imagine how to entertain something on Earth that wasn't a person, just how I considered it. There were too many things I didn't know.

"We don't even know what the other guy eats yet."

Anyway, a human could be a landmine for food and drink on an iron plate. I can't eat meat or say it's a halal or a hallam, but in some cases, there can be enough raw bugs to love it.

"That kind of thing, no matter how many pretty girls you pull a little, right?"

"No, it's you..."

Narumi held his head, saying it wouldn't be a question of saying so.

That's how this story ended up having to settle down to the point that any life form would be fine with water.

"From that, Mr. Narumi"

Murakoshi had one concern, looking extremely serious and frightened by the two of them discussing something silly.

"What?

"Do they look human? Anyway, if you're like an elf, if you're like a dragon or a giant insect, Shibuya panics, right?

"Oh!?

Narumi, who totally had the perception that his opponent was something human, accidentally raised his voice, but Sugita answered flatly.

"No, not surprisingly."

"Yeah?"

"Modern people, if it showed up late at night when they were alone, even if something like that showed up in the middle of the city in the middle of the day, maybe until the killing started, they'd come the other way around."

To take a picture, Sugita laughed.

Sure enough, they looked at each other, but that just doesn't deceive them.

"I can't go out with anyone but the prettiest girl. I have to sneak up on you from somewhere...... Shit, I should have gotten a picture sent to you"

Seeing Sugida whining about such insanity, you, were you really going on a date, Narumi was frightened again.

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"Hello"

At the end of the lunch break at the bureau, Mr. Narise opened the door to the office.

The mysterious lady in the Three Good Rooms is not awake yet.

Taking off her spring coat and putting it on her hanger, she quickly began to talk about her contact matters.

"It's about the metastatic stone, but the announcement is going to be made this weekend"

"This weekend? It's Friday... you mean today?

"Right. If you can't, it could probably be tomorrow."

Saturday at work? I used to do well too.

"Heh, you gave it to me the other day, but it's a lot faster"

"Since the first report, Saiga has taken root immediately, so it seems that only some humans know how to handle confidential projects."

Anyway, it's a metastasis.

Trinity said that like other HRs while preparing a cup with coffee.

No, you're one of the parties.

"What about the government after all?

Dantsk, to say that a single edition of the question box is up and running should be telling you up there, but to say that there's no laying in from anywhere so far shouldn't be a normal route.

"The chief was in touch, so I don't know, but it seems like a different route from the Dungeon Agency."

Narise smiled bitterly that she should only know about two of her direct supervisors, even internally.

Well, if I give you this story up via general ministry, I don't know where it leaks from and where it lies.

Or so it would be a bitter measure that you can't not tell.

"Looks like you're having a hard time afterwards."

Even the ministry will have many faculties. If you're in a department that's been overhead, you must want to say one or two of your dislikes.

Narise, who shrugged her shoulders all the time, just said, "You can't help it".

"So yesterday, with Saiga, I ran an experiment to transport my luggage to the 32nd floor..."

That's what she told me yesterday about a transporting experiment on fuel with metastatic stones.

According to that, a good deal of large mass could be transferred at the same time. What we did was about the simultaneous movement of the Arsuls, so it would be a few hundred kilometers at best.

"But it's strange, isn't it? What kind of physical phenomenon is metastasis?

Trinity was listening to it, but tilted her neck.

We've talked about something similar before, but this time it's a massive metastasis. So it's going to be a reality that I was telling you that something like DP House might be able to transfer with you.

"If one layer of space and 32 layers of space are discontinuous, there's a real space in this universe, so there's a distance between A and B, Newton, but Hamilton, but you need energy to move objects with mass, right?

"Even if it's a place that exists somewhere else than this universe, it's the same thing, considering the higher order space that includes both of them."

Depending on that distance, it will probably take a huge amount of energy. Anyway, distance is not a level between planets.

"I saw an animation that would pull up an old battleship and modify it into a spaceship, twisting the space, sticking A and B together, and then moving -"

"That's not like you're not traveling, just because you're traveling less."

Where does the energy of twisting and bending the first space come from? Will I even make it in a black hole?

"Why don't you superimpose the A and B spaces and replace them? The distance is zero."

"That's going to be a fusion reaction."

As soon as space overlaps, you can't just have to do something about what happens when the atoms that were there overlap with each other.

"In the end, what seems most likely"

"I've been talking about this for a long time. I guess the Fly Man way."

"Oh, do you mean the chances of a black light when you die are high on Hiji-kun"

"What, that black glow?

We explained to Naruto, who curiously lifts his neck, what we had previously considered.

At first, she was surprised at the point where her body said that might be happening, but there was no abnormality in the human dock, and from medical findings and real feelings, she expressed the feeling that she did not feel much different from before.

"In the end, humans feel that before overwhelming convenience, problems that don't show up on the surface are likely to be treated as endless."

That's what Narise laughed at.

In fact, compared to previous supermarkets, a small retailer with an overwhelmingly high price line of products, what people call pricing, swept the world because it was just an overwhelming convenience.

Being able to metastasize and the fact that your body is possibly made up of a D factor will surely make the former choice if you are medically indistinguishable.

"But the amount of D factor you need to rebuild everything is half the weight, right?

"I guess."

"Doesn't that deplete Factor D?

"Depleted..."

Even if a monster that seems to consist of a D factor from the outset repops, it won't be a significant amount of consumption if you think it's a reuse of the D factor that made up the original monster.

Something d-factored once, for example, even in humans. That's the same thing.

"If the disassembled D factor and the amount of D factor needed to rebuild is the same, I don't think it's going to be a big problem unless it's even a copy -"

"It's like the law of mass preservation."

- That's the first time you've had a problem.

Can we break down an atom that shouldn't be made up of a D factor and make it a D factor by fulfilling it?

What if you couldn't?

What if you transferred the masses one after the other?

What if, as a result, the D factor just to rebuild wasn't in the rebuild place?

"If we don't have enough D factors around us as a result of successive new transfers to the same location, we're on the way to rebuild... whoa, I kind of had a gross imagination."

Trinity looked disgusted.

Well, there's going to be more creepy phenomena than a man synthesized with a fly.

"It didn't work out before when we tried the metastasis on the ground."

"If you say so."

"So if it's not enough, I guess the metastasis will fail. It's just a hopeful observation."

There are many other possible elements, such as the problem with the coordinate system, but it is possible.

"Sooner or later, if this technology starts to be widely used, some genius physicist will figure it out."

"In that sense, he's an ordinary person, so hey, we..."

"That's what I'm talking about."

I heard that line, Narise, had a pulling laugh, but probably because of her mind.

"When I hear about it now, I think you're going to be able to bring in quite a bit of mass"

"Right. Something you want to take to level 32?

"I hope you can bring in a heavy machine or at least a forklift, but it's hard to bring it to one layer."

"Oh, the size of the entrance is limited."

"Is that it? Senior. Didn't metastatic stones work within a dungeon?

"That's why you're talking about bringing what you want to transfer into one layer, right?

Having said that, I realized what Sanho was trying to say.

When I tapped the slime and walked, it was where I went for a while from the entrance that I would have left the dungeon.

I mean...

"No way, inside that boundary, could it be a dungeon treatment?

"I think so."

"That boundary?

That's what Narise asked, who can't keep up with our story.

"Dungeons have an impact on the ground."

"On the ground? They do say that a needle-like shape occupies the real space, but is it like that head part?

"I don't know for sure, but I think it probably is. So, Yoyogi has its boundaries exactly half the way from the entrance of the dungeon to the reception."

"Huh? How did you get that?

With that said, I had never heard of a generic way to know exactly the boundaries of the dungeon, even if I knew it had a range of effects on the ground.

"Well, that's a lot in the tunnel..."

I couldn't tell you I tried a lot while checking my experience with the slime, and I couldn't even come up with the right excuse, I just had to cloud the words.

"Huh."

"Anyway, I think if it's inside, it could be considered a dungeon and metastasized."

The distance from the entrance to the boundary should have been at least about five meters. I don't know what the radius of the circle surrounding the entrance to the dungeon is without measuring it, but depending on it...

"Sanoko, how big are Japanese tanks?

"Wait a minute, please"

She immediately searched for a Type 10 tank and told me the results.

"It's 9.42 meters long and 3.24 meters wide."

"That's..."

If I had a three-meter inner diameter, I'd have a five-meter wide doughnut.

"You're gonna fit in tight!?

If it's 3.24 meters wide, it'll fit in the doughnut as long as 10 meters long.

"Oh, that's..."

"If it works, we can take it to the tank class."

A 40-foot container with an eight-foot width is an easy win if it's a 20-foot container, though.

I mean, even if we don't carry it, supplies can reach 32 layers. Viva Transfer Stone!

"It's a question of whether 44 tons of material can be reconstructed over there."

"Well, yeah."

And even if you bring in a tank, that's the only layer that's available.

Even if the replenishment is to be re-transferred to the ground, if you really want to operate it, you will have to create a transfer stone for the hierarchy you want to take with you.

"Besides, what's going on in the air in the realm of dungeons?

"In the air?"

"See, for example, when you stand across a border with something L-shaped, can the part of the air that sticks out from the top of the boundary be considered to be in the dungeon?"

That's a pretty important issue.

If that were possible, if only the part of the tire was definitely on top of the dungeon, something like a cannon, for example, would be technically sticking out and it would be easier to operate.

"It's going to be a metastatic target from the point of view of the perception of the metastatic area at the time of metastasis, but if it is, it means that objects that stick out loud outside the dungeon are also subject to metastasis, as long as they stand within the dungeon, right?

"You're gonna have to try this already!

So when I stood up, I heard footsteps from upstairs, barefoot and peppered, and my feet appeared on the stairs coming from the dwelling part, and I said, "J 'ai faim ~".

"Huh?"

Narise raised her surprise as she looked up at the woman's seemingly legs.

"Who is it?

"Er... who is it?

"What? Say what..."

Narise, who saw a beautiful girl with blue-grey eyes in a slightly messy, matte brunette who appeared during such an exchange, was unintentionally stunned.

That might surprise you if someone you don't know shows up as good as a bedroll, but no matter how much, this way of surprise is too intense.

"Also, could it be, Mr. Marianne?

"Uh, Narise, do you know?

"Oh, you know what... What, are you for real?

Narise spoke in French as she rose from the couch and approached the woman who had peeked her face off the stairs.

"You, maybe, Mr. Marianne-Martin?

'That's right. How do you know that?

Ya, Naruto-san, I knew it was French OK.

Trinity saw it, but she whispered in my ear.

"That's a talented woman."

"Totally. Oh, my God. I feel like I jumped ten times at once."

Narise looked back at us with an angry face and asked us in a questioning tone.

"So, she said, why are you here?

"Yeah? Why is that?

I had an announcement in my dream, so when I went to help, I took her away from me by mistake.

Um, I'm going to have a headache saying it myself.

"More than that, why did Mr. Narise take her?

"What are you talking about, via the French DA, you're getting a search request!

"Huh?"

Hey, seriously, it wasn't kidnapping her... it was yesterday afternoon we rescued her, right? Why has FrDA already sent a search request to JDA? Whatever it takes, it's too soon.

"No, wait a minute. When are you talking about that request?

"When... sure, I think it was about a week ago"

"A week?!

I no longer know what that means.

So, does that really mean he was kidnapped and we saved him? Who is Isabella in the first place and how does she get involved in this story??

"So, a woman named Isabella has also requested a search?

"Isabella? No, she's the only one who was asking for it."

"Who's Isabella?

"No, I don't know."

"Huh?"

We tried to get the dungeon to see what the air problem was, and then for a while, Naruto kept squeezing us, and we were supposed to throw up everything.

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"Fascira, can't you find Marianne yet?!

However, the captain of that mercenary unit, known solely by the designation Lartel, was in a small but muscularly stuffed shape as a mercenary a little short of 180 cm.

It was the basilisk and feared man of Curenaika, named after an area active in the Iraqi civil war and secured by anti-Qadhafi in the First Libyan Civil War.

I kept worshipping the man's deputy, the man known as Fascira (* 1), was a thinner macho taller than the floating Lartel, as the name implied.

"Even if they still say it, as far as surveillance camera footage goes, it's not out of the house or anything to look for in the house. Number one, how do you get out of that restraint?

"So what? You think he disappeared into smoke from inside the room?

"There was no fine work on the wall, on the floor, or on the ceiling. If I were you, I'd guess."

"... that woman, she's human, isn't she?

"Captain, you're dealing with the Virgin, aren't you? I don't know if that's human or not."

I appealed to Fascira that way, not knowing if she was serious or not.

"If David finds out, we're in trouble. He's been acting strange lately."

"The contents of the contracts and the actual work are becoming very confusing. Is it time to pull your hand together?

Lartel, smashing his tongue small, lowered his hips on the couch somewhat to take out the club-sized cigarillo and set it on fire.

"Damn, I liked the fact that you were laughing at religion with your nose while you were representing a religious group."

"It's not a bad payment, is it? But the other day, he said he didn't really think there was a transcendent."

"Transcendental?

That son of a bitch, he's lost his blood.

"I'm canceling this job here. The reason is a breach of contract on the part of the employer."

"Copy that. Then give me one last taste of that woman."

"Stop it."

"Why not? Captain's orders?

"Don't be silly. You don't know those two names of women?

"For more information"

"" Nightmare. "Isabella. I don't know a few men who ruined it by doing it with him. Once you're asleep, at the end of the day, you'll never see peace again."

"Captain, is that incitement?

I'm not stopping you.

Fascira looked up at the ceiling for a little while when she put her arms together, but immediately untied it and shrugged her shoulders small.

"After all, let's not. I'm not young enough to hang my life in one shot."

"Wise."

"So, what do we do now? Do you want to go back to Libya? Haftal's invading Tripoli."

LNA? There are rumors that France is holding back too...

What a mixed space for Chinese weapons provided by the UAE and Javelin purchased by France from the United States to be used side by side and supported by Mig and Swoy from the sky.

"It's not too bad, but it's awkward for the rotor to break in."

"You're a rotor. Haftal's over seventy, isn't it?

"Don't be with Superman. Besides, the conflicts in the world today are in Libya, in Iraq, in Yemen, in Syria, in Afghanistan, in Muslim Islam again."

Lartel said so with a face that looked like he had chewed down a bitter bug.

"It was still easy to understand the old Libya saying they would use us on their behalf because they didn't want to meet in the same tribe, but since the rise of Muslim extremists after the end of the civil war, it would be a shame or a mess"

Religious conflicts mingle with ethnic conflicts, and I wonder if Islamic countries like the dazzling flowers of the times have risen and ravaged, and the developed countries that used it as an opportunity to target oil stick their hands in the gangster pocket, regardless of East or West.

Funny as it may be, I'm sorry to be shot in the back and hung by the guys who were suddenly on my side one day.

"Then is it Kurdish later?

"Will it follow YPG (Kurdish People's Defence Force)? The handler's gonna pull his hand off the YPG. At that moment, Turkey has decided to reach out to northern Syria. Then they'll sneak up on Syrian government forces. I could be sold light."

"Aren't the soldiers going to continue their support even if they pull up? You'll have trouble getting under Russian influence."

"Will YPG, supported by the United States, intercept Turkey coming south, with Russia and Iran behind them Syrian government forces? I don't know what it's like to live."

"Will the captain say that"

For the money, the take-up of mercenary troops, which was a routine tea event yesterday, such as providing enemy support, was a little ridiculous to talk about.

Lartel thought so too, he smiled faintly and said, "It must be."

"So where are we going next? Are you even retiring?

"How's it going in the dungeon?

When she heard Lartel's line, Fasilla asked back, wondering if her ears had gone crazy for a moment.

"What?

"That's why I told you how it was in the dungeon."

"I mean, do you do the Seeker?

"It wouldn't be bad, would it?

"No, bad or not bad......" Yeah?!

Nowadays, the mercenary world has changed.

The internet cowboys are pushing over in large numbers, and it also looks as if the very feeling that they are exchanging lives has faded.

Thus, the complexity of the conflict zone was not the ratio of the twentieth century, and from three years ago there was certainly a guy who switched to Explorer.

"Who wants to shoot a human?

"The guy who can't stand being human, he's not following this job, is he?

"The whole team to the Seeker?

"Anyone who doesn't want to do it has to. I'll take care of my own life. It's just us."

Lartel's team was relatively free to decide whether or not to participate in the operation.

You can't participate in operations that you can't survive on your own.

"Who's going to do this to you?

"You're me for the moment."

"Are you serious?

"Naturally. Get a porter to transport ammunition."

"Are you serious? Is that what you do with Yoyogi? I'll bowl in with David, won't I?

"I might, but without a contract, it's someone else in red, nothing to run from, right?

This is why they call me Lartel, and Fasilla spread her hand like a shudder.

Lartel is a fearless and famous beast that lives in Africa without hiding from anyone.

"Besides, we'll have to worry about Marianne's whereabouts"

"The captain is disciplined in strange ways."

"Weird!"

"So, what about the people who don't participate?

"You can use the French stronghold as you like. Come and play wherever you want, Libya or Syria."

Fascira looked back seriously at her boss's face, saying so, putting her hands on her hips and sighing deeply.

"Ha, the basilisk of culenaika is also rounded up"

"If you want to die, I'll kill you whenever you want, okay?

Lartel said so, spreading the seemingly creeping pressure from his gaze alone if he was a cohort of people, but Fascira easily recieved it without even caring.

"If you're tired of living, please."

That said, I started the job Lartel told me to do handily.