Tilea’s Worries

I headed to the crawl with Bicef to prepare for the operation.

He sells favors to Bissef about Garm. Because during the Gulm commotion, I carried a stunned hedgehog (Biseph) to the jar. Well, I finally forgot and almost left Hethalle (Bicef) to go home...

Totally hectic (Bicef) guy: "I'll watch out for Garm!" He was breathing, but it didn't help him at all. It was really just baggage. Now it's time for me to get rid of the docum and show you what it looks like to be a former adventurer.

I heard some hustle and noise as I traveled near the closet with such pale expectations.

- Hmm!? What is it?

The people who work in the clock are making a scene. I decided to ask Mr. George, who is a filing clerk.

"Mr. George, is something wrong?

"Ah, Tyrea, you've come to a good place"

"Heh? You got something for me, too?

"I also want you to stop me from Tilea. Mr. Bissef won't hear that the dragon is near town, so he's calling for help from the king's capital."

Huh? What the heck is he doing?

When I brought Biseph to the jar, I was supposed to give the people in the jar a rough idea of what was going on. It wasn't a dragon, it was just a puppy. Did Biseph get a proper explanation from the people at the clock?

Hethalle (Bissef) is still about to leave for the king's capital. Though wearing a travel outfit and riding a horse sounds like an adventurer. If it comes to what you're doing......

The packers were desperately persuaded to stop such heckling (Bicef) outrages. I can hear you talking to all of them.

"Mr. Biseph, please don't. We searched the men in town, but there weren't any dragons around what Mr. Bicef said."

"Yeah, well, it was a little animal around there at best."

We're all searching...

I'm sure you've got some stuffing work to do. You've been flunked by a lot of gusset information. It's a real pain in the ass because of Bicef.

"That's why I'm telling you! Then I moved somewhere. If we don't respond quickly, we'll have victims all over the country!

"Move... no footprints, no sightings."

"How many times do I have to tell you I did it if you're witnessing!

Heckle (Biseph) speaks up in a half-kily mood. The people at the clock can't seem to reluctantly argue strongly because Hethalle (Bicef) is a former adventurer.

"Mr. Bicef, at this rate just now... you don't listen to us at all."

Sounds like it.

"I'm in real trouble. Send an emergency call to Wang Du, and if you find out it's a false alarm, what punishment will be given to the town?"

"Okay. Mr. George, leave it to me."

Mr. George may well be worried. I can't wait to annoy the town because of the heckle (Bicef). Let me explain it again.

I go around to the front of the excited heckle.

"Mr. Biseph, please don't!

"Tilea, you're here. I'm sorry about last time. I can't trust you. That's a dragon, after all. Those who serve dragons and dragons, the Demons must have emerged. That's why I fainted because of the demons. We need to issue an emergency order across the country ASAP!

Phew, what's with the demons! What about the former adventurer being strangled by phantom magic?

"Mr. Bi-Se-F, that was phantom magic."

"Tyrea, I'm a former adventurer for once. No such thing as phantom magic. So I'm sure that's up to the real Dragon, the Demon Clan."

Oh, he's already got a lot of confidence coming to the country. I mean, the former adventurer, so I was being whispered from around. I am confident that I am absolutely free from phantom magic. You're not a lot of strength at all.

"That's not a dragon or anything. Now we're back alive!

"Well, that's true... but I just happened to be lucky"

Come on, how lucky you are to be targeted and run away by dragons and demons!

Hey, Bicef, do you know you're losing logic?

"You can't survive being targeted by demons. And Tim and the others prove that it's not a dragon."

"What! Tim was coming to that place, too?

"Yeah, I told you before, didn't I? He said he was Tim's playmate. After Mr. Bicef passed out, he brought his dog to play with him."

"Oh, no... really?

"It's true. I'm not lying."

"Ha. Oh, is that crazy? Looks like I got my arm all over me too. I can't believe I'm stunned by phantom magic..."

Heckle (Bicef) smiles bitterly and puts his head on. A lot of that attitude doesn't seem like a very ex-adventurer. You're the head of town security. The security of the town is making me nervous. I really want you to hold on.

I shower my cold gaze at Bicef. Everyone in the jail, including Mr. George, has a look.

"Ha ha. I'm sorry to make you all fuss. Apparently it's my mistake."

"Mr. Biseph, please make this clear"

"It's not too bad to go to sleep."

"True, true, don't get drunk in the morning"

A voice of condemnation continues from everyone in the crawl. Naturally, you were searching for a puppy, not a dragon. I think I'm tired of searching all night. Especially since I found out I used pointless effort.

And when I finished complaining one by one, they all went back to work with expressions like, oh man.

Really good job. Next time, I'll take something plugged in for everyone.

"No - did the old wound hurt?

Quick excuses. What's an old wound!

That's because, clearly, it's a heck of a flag.

"Besides, I wasn't even wearing magic resistance gear then. Anyone who pranked Tilea must be a named adventurer. Yeah, that's how it's decided."

"Right. He must be a named adventurer. You must be good enough to prioritize playing with the Tims over warcraft crusades and research."

"Ugh!? So take research tips from playing with kids like that"

Bisseph tells me the excuse is next.

This is an operation. The success of those two has become suspicious. Better keep in mind the transition to Operation Three.

"Te, Tyrea, don't turn that suspicious eye. Oh, speaking of which, you carried me through fainting, thank you."

"Yikes, never mind that much. I need a favor from Mr. Bicef."

"Tyrea, what did you try to say now? Could it be a heck of a..."

"Ah, ask me more than that already. There's something wrong with Tim's meeting, and it's like they're getting tangled up."

"Is that true? That's unforgivable. Leave it to me. I'll protect you."

"I'm really asking you. And now be sure to wear your protective gear."

"Protective equipment... because I don't need defective protective equipment"

"Mr. Bicef, there will be in case. What would you do if they used phantom magic again!

"Wow, I get it. You're exaggerating."

"And then I have another favor to ask. Lend me some gear, too."

"Eh, Tyrea doesn't need any protective gear. Because I'm here."

"Oh... but I will"

We talked and were sure. I can't trust Bicef anymore. It's easier to keep in mind that I fight. So we need protective equipment at all costs.

"And I can't help it. I owe Tyrea, and I'll put on some protective gear and let her go through the experience."

Hethalle (Bicef) probably agreed, so I decided to ask him to show me to his house before I changed my mind.

Hetale (Bicef) is the only former adventurer with a variety of weapons and protective equipment. And many of them are kept in the warehouse of the house.

I walked into that warehouse listening to Hethalle (Bicef) brag,

"Shh, wow. You have plenty."

Stunned......

The warehouse was decorated with swords, spears, axes to armor, helmets, etc. It also varies from different colors to different shapes. There was even something that stood like a mannequin doll.

Oh, isn't this a set of plates? Wasn't this guy an adventurer, just a weapons maniac?

This assortment is completely beyond my hobby. I wish I was a better weapons dealer than the chief of security.

"Fu, fu, tirea, are you surprised? I can't let go of all the memorabilia I had when I was an adventurer. We got together so much sometime."

Oh, I'm surprised. I'm a big collector. I'm sure he was buying it off the adventure that way.

Well, that helped me this time. Again, the presence or absence of protective equipment would make a cloud mud difference in battle. I'm just an ordinary person. The status has to be covered by gear.

All right, I'll borrow something that looks as expensive as I can anyway!

Uh-huh, which one do you want?

Ah!? I may have discovered something that looks good...

There is a table in the back of the room, but the items displayed there are in the case. It fits nicely into a glass case that has been cleaned of dirt. It was completely distinguished from the others. The smell of rare things is puffy.

"Mr. Biseph, then lend me this' caged hand 'and' clamson '."

"Well, that's kind of impossible." The Cage Hand of Legius, "" Magimadez's Clasp, "both rare."

"I knew you were. Then I'd like this. Lend me this."

"Te, Tyrea, this isn't what I actually use for viewing."

He's still a collector. It's for viewing. Weapons are for use. Use it to get dirty and valuable.

"Mr. Bicef, you said I would never fight, right? Then I'll never actually use it, and I need your help."

"So, but if they get dirty, I'm in trouble..."

"Oh, terrible... are you even saying I'm dirty!

I complain to Biseph's eyes when he snorts. If you tell a girl there's no delicacy, she'll hate you. Such momentum.

"Wow, I get it. There's no way to fight, and I'll lend it to you."

"Thank you"

All right, strongest armor!

Heh heh, now you can rest assured for one second.

"It's not going to be Tyrea at all. I can't believe you're wearing rare protective gear to the point where you're defective."

"So if you were equipped with this, wouldn't a bad attack work?

"It doesn't work. Doesn't work. It's more like the damage from the defect you attacked."

"That's amazing"

If the story of Biseph is true, he won't even be scared if he gets attacked by a docun. The winning chance is definitely up there - wait a minute.

Sure, he's got more defense, but what about the offense?

I'll see if I can find anything else rare.

Hmm!? There seemed to be a good one.

I found an iron armor in the case that looked important to me. The glass case is doubled and beautifully wrapped in cloth. I could have guessed this was a pretty good price.

"Mr. Biseph, please lend me this' Ironclad 'at last"

"Te, Tyrea, you're not going on an adventure. No matter how much Tyrea punches him with that iron coat, he'll die."

"Yea!? Can I hit you with some force!

"Yeah, that Ironclad is called 'Ironclad of Burst Earth' and it has a magic grant. Add some magic to your power. So no matter how weak Tyrea is, the magical power itself makes her quite aggressive."

"How aggressive is it going to be?

"Uh-huh, well, if you put that iron armor on, even Tilea might be able to take down a little warcraft"

"Are you such an amazing weapon!

"Yeah, it's valuable enough to get into the top three of the weapons I have. I spent all the savings I had at the time to buy this."

"Ha, I know that's amazing just to ask. If you do use a weapon like that, you're going to knock it out in one shot and kill it."

"That's right. Well, I'll lend you my protective gear. I'll keep this dangerous Ironclad."

Then what choice do I have? Don't be a murderer. But get Ironclad equipped for Hessef. You won't be anxious if Hethalle (Bicef) doesn't come with the strongest equipment.

"Well, I'll call you when the defect comes, thank you very much."

"Oh, let me do that."

I promised Bicef I'd go back to the store.

In the meantime, anxiety will remain, but we are ready for Operation Two. Let's get to the finish of Operation Three.

Firstly, he borrowed his armor from Hethalle (Bicef) and only increased his defense. This would not work for both docun attacks.

And what about the attack?

All Hetero (Bicef) owned weapons were just too aggressive to kill their opponents and could not be borrowed. Instead of armor, in the case of weapons anyway, we need the skill to handle it. I can't use any weapon.

Of course. I'm not an adventurer. I'm a cook!

- I have no choice. This place will have to unleash black history.

Now is the time to unseal it.

I will look for two suitable metal bars from the store warehouse and tie them together with appropriate length strings. Yes, it is called "Nunchak".

There was a time in my previous life when I was in Nunchak during the Nettle era of pull. He didn't go to school, he didn't work, he practiced even the nunchucks he bought in the mail. I watched Brusley's Nunchak course and even encouraged Hatcher, Ocher and his training.

Huh, you've never seen a move like this in another world. I'm sure both docuns will be frightened. If you think you're a famous martial artist, you're ready.

... Maybe you've never seen Nunchuck, have you?

Do you want to experiment a little? I decided to call the pervert (Nielsen) to demonstrate.

"Dear Tyrea, I am here by summons"

"Sister, what the hell can you do?

Oh, is Tim here as well as the pervert (Nielsen)? I'd rather have fewer galleries because it's my black history......

Well, okay. You can't kick out your beloved sister.

"Neil, Tim, look. Let me know what you think."

"Ha ha."

"Okay."

All right, remember. Give Mr. Bruce a nunchuck judgment!

I think of the memories of my previous life.

And......

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, Hatcher, Ocher!

Good. I hadn't forgotten what it felt like in my previous life. I could swing the nunchucks as I imagined.

Hit the grate. Side of it. Right sidebar. Strike right. One move after the other. The image is from the movie Burn it! Dragoon! '.

"Shh, it's great. Sister! What a move?

"Murder, Nunchak."

Oh, yah... I mentioned the middle and secondary moves I named in my previous life.

"We are thrilled to see the great moves!" Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder, Murder. "

"I'm just like Nielzen. I am so grateful. So, sister, did you defeat so many enemies in that 'murderous maniac'?

"Well, come on... how long?"

"That's your sister. He says he's been defeated by countless enemies in his" Murder Murderer. "

"'Murder, Murder, Murder,' I've never seen more moves. Once again, I salute the braided Tirrea."

Or stop. Don't say that name any more. Because every time my spirit is called by that name, it is decided.

Then Tim's conversation with the pervert (Nielsen) for a while sharpened my spirit, but it turns out that Nunchak is a strange weapon in this world. I'm a little unsure that it's perverted (Nielsen) who said what I think.

I'm ready for now.

Come on, come on. Demon Three!