Tilea’s Worries

Ortizio, stop the Evil Gods.

Yeah, I said it with a knoll like quitting some club activity. Now in the Underground Empire, rumors have been whispered to him that Orr will quit the Evil Army.

The authenticity is uncertain. But I think it's true. Because Ol has a narrow shoulder in this evil army. I'm uncomfortable with it. Even before this, during the Bloodsucking King disturbance, for some reason, the blame was going to be on Ol.

A group of Edims threatened the vampires and plotted to force Orr into a mastermind. Everyone in the Evil Gods Army was also blaming it on an unscrupulous theory that Ol would likely do it.

Oh, you know, you guys...

How can a weak-bodied ol' threaten a vampire!

I wanted to tell you, needless to say. We all know that naturally. In short, I want to blame Ol for everything. That's bullying. I managed to heal because I sheltered the ol' then, but I think I felt like I couldn't do it in the ol'.

At first, I think Ol had fun with everyone, but isn't it just hard right now?

Ol keeps up with you being weak. Not to mention some big idiot from the past who attacked me and Jessica. Because of this, I am in a state of embarrassment, limited from my friends.

I was so pathetic and stuck sheltering you. Ol is dumb, but he's dumb, which is why he's cute, or he couldn't leave you alone.

Except me, especially you Tim and Drewas, who have Ol as their enemies.

Ol is in a four-song state right now.

If I pay close attention to everyone, I might even improve Ol's treatment a little bit...

I guess it's about time.

I've been doing Orr's mother for a long time, but Orr's a good old man too. I can't just play forever. I think quitting is a good opportunity. I'm a little rusty, but if I think about Ol's future, I'll have to laugh and send him.

If that's the case, I'll celebrate Orr's doorstep and even make you a sumptuous meal.

"Where's the traitor? Ah!

... what shall I make?

Meat dishes are good, but fish dishes are hard to throw away.

"Find the traitor Ortizio. Yeah!

... right. I had some good chicken in here this month. Tailor the characteristic grilled steamed birds with olives.

"Kill him, kill him! Don't give back the murderer alive!

... Wait. There was also butter, so I could simmer the bird cow cheese.

"" You're gonna tear the Great Sinner Ortizio to pieces. Ah!

Phew, is that still what you came for?

It's not like they're going to drop you off at all. You shouldn't lick both patients. Anyway, I heard Ol quit, and I guess he's making a scene by saying "conspiracy" or "infidelity". He's in the room, screaming as much as I can hear him!

What is it, what is it? Do these evil gods of play have iron codes too!

Do you need money or lynch to get out?

You guys are a bunch of runaways!

It's cool to have a strong sense of fellowship. But that's going in the wrong direction. I mean, this noise is seriously bad. We need to stop this riot before it happens.

Head to the second division room where Orr is living.

When we got to the living room, dozens of crowds said, "Let Ortizio out!," he called. In contrast, the second-division crews are desperately defending themselves.

Isn't this pretty much a riot?

Though playing, you might get injured when it gets hot to this point. Especially since I can't help but think of a guy who's putting out flame magic. There's a fire coming from around the corner.

We have to stop this fast!

But what do we do?

The passage of the Underground Empire is never narrow, but it is not even wide enough for dozens of people to be able to do so. Currently, in front of the second division's living room, it is a packed crowd and a gyoza.

Uh-huh. Can you even think about it? Let's use force moves.

"You guys, stop it!

Forced to tack into the crowd. With so many people, we have to break in forcefully.

"Ouch. Yeah! What are you doing all of a sudden - this is Master Tyrea!

"Yes, yes, Master Tyrea. You guys, stop making noise!

"" Ha!

... stopped.

Normally when it gets hot to this point, it's like, "Ugh!" or "Pull it in! ♪ But the wild is what flies ♪

Yeah, it got quiet like I hit the water.

Worst of all, I was prepared to be violenced by a heated crowd.

Really, you guys are honest. I can appreciate that kind of place.

"So, there's no ol'?

I asked the faces of the second division confronting the crowd in front of the living room.

"Ha. There is no division leader in the living room"

"Lie. You can't hide it!

"It's a felony to hide a traitor!

The crowd tries to make another noise in response to the words of Division II.

"You guys, I told you not to make a scene!

"" Ha, ha. I'm so sorry. ""

Also, it got quiet like I hit the water.

Hey, come on, learn.

I'm also short tempered by your honesty. Both patients are really hard to deal with.

"I ask you to lay down on Master Tyrea. Please, believe me, Chief Ortizio. Commander Ortizio has not betrayed you. It's in bullshit with no roots or leaves, like turning the Evil Gods around."

Legionnaires of the Second Division bow their heads and plead.

"Say what! There's no smoke in the fire."

"Yes, stop! More than that, when you make a scene, you exercise your powers."

When you grip and intimidate your fist, both patients suffer from a shrinking disease.

Huh - I can't believe you're frightened by threats like mine, even though you're cooking and working out. Totally, it's a strong thing to say to you.

Then withdraw all the Evil Gods armies who have gone quiet like the cats they have borrowed.

All right, for now, the riot has healed. All we have to do is search for Ol.

Okay, well, Ol's guy, where the hell was he?

Well, this has become such a commotion. You can't get out anymore.

"Olya, where are you?

Find every room in the Underground Empire without a scratch.

"Lost ol' or what?

As I walked looking for Ol, Tim walked in from the front. Tim has a big bag.

"This is your sister!

Tim called me, but I accidentally got stiff.

Te, Tim, where did you get it, like that?

What popped into my eyes,

Tonkachi, nail, lizard, stick, well, that's a promise tool. A set of torture tools.

"Tim, I'm going to ask you a very clear question."

"Yes, what is it?

"What do you use it for, I wonder?

"Of course, to show the traitor Ortizio hell"

Tim answers with a full smile.

There's not a single stray.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, no, he's really a middle-and-second sick guy anymore!

"Sister, what's wrong? Didn't you like it? Rest assured. We also have iron virgins and Faralis bulls that your sister previously told you about."

Damn, Tim, you remember me well. Forget we talked a little bit in that chat. Or did you make it seriously? Such a horrible tool!

I've already reflected. I can't even joke about it in front of a patient with two diseases.

At a time like this, if Tim had sober friends, he would stop, but unfortunately, all around him are the same thinkers as Tim.

What's the matter, holding your head,

"Dear Kami ~ La!

Edim came this way from behind the aisle.

Oh, Edim's here. Edim is also a middle-and-disease patient, but he is more common sense than Tim. I want you to say a word to Tim's rampage as a friend, and pay attention.

- What, is that it?

Edim's got something in his hand, too.

"Dear Camilla, I found something good. It's a blunt knife. This will break your neck twitching without killing you at once!

"Uhm."

"You're not um!

Unexpectedly, I stuck Tim's back of the head.

How dare Edim bring a rusty, slicey, bad-looking knife. I think torture is such a minor tool.

Edim's guy, you've found him a lot.

That's not true!

Rusty knives are dangerous. If you accidentally cut it with your hands, you might get tetanus.

"Oh, sister?

Tim looks at me in surprise as he rubs his head. Edim also looks confused. I guess we both have no idea how I feel.

"Tim, bring all those noisy tools over here. Forfeiture."

"Ha. So what about Ortizio's execution? I've betrayed Ortizio twice. I thought torture was a must."

"Tim, leave the ol' thing to me. Go back to your room and do your homework."

"Oh, sister. Is homework a low-level issue that has been put out of school? No, on the low level, it's not even a question for me, you know -"

"Tim, don't tell me what to do."

"And I understand. Sister."

"And, Edim!

"Yes. What is it? If Ortizio's executed, I'll take the lead."

"Don't do that. Tim will imitate it!

"Oh, what is that...?

"Fine, so really don't do it anymore, right? The knife you brought is really dangerous. You wouldn't know if I said tetanus."

Pay close attention while connecting the cheeks of Edim.

"Whoa, whoa. And I can't, I can't, I can't."

After following Edim's cheek thoroughly, I return the two of them to the room. Of course, the torture tools forced Ouhon, an army member who was nearby, to throw them away.

Now, shall we return to the search for Ol?

Then a few dozen minutes, looking for an underground empire,

Next I ran into a pervert (Nielsen).

A bad feeling binds.

Especially the rope the pervert (Nielsen) has.

That, what are we going to do?

I can imagine 80% of the time......

As I approached, I smiled and a pervert (Nielsen) called out.

"This is Dear Tyrea!

"Neil, what's that rope in your hand, huh?

"Ha. This is for tying up the renegade Ortizio"

"Yes, tie it up - and then what?

"Ha. After I tie you up, I'll teach Ortizio how to be loyal with my fist"

The pervert (Nielsen) sifts his fist shruggedly. One two gorgeous steps to the jab makes it look like a crust and annoying.

"Oh well. So, can you lend me that rope for a second?

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I pick up the rope from the pervert (Nielsen) and try to pull the rope with both hands.

"Heh, you're so sturdy."

"Ha. This is the Divine Fixture, the Heavenly Rope (Elquido). It's a legendary line that even Hercules, the god of heaven, was restrained."

"Yes, I'm a god."

Spit out a white line and wrap the pervert (Nielzen) around.

"Te, Master Tyrea?

All right, this must be it.

And then...

Keep the twisted pervert (Nielsen) on the door knob.

"Dear Tyrea, what the hell is this? Master Tyrea. Ah!

Yeah, one of these days someone will find it and set it free.

Restart your mind and resume your ol' search.

Then, now I run into you, Drewas.

No way. Yeah, I believe you. I just want to hope that you, intelligent Drewas, don't do anything stupid.

"This, Master Tyrea"

"Eh, Drewas, do you have any tools, too?

"What are tools?

"It's an instrument of torture against Ol."

"Of course, I have"

Drewas, you've taken the vial out of your nostrils. It is an inexperienced vial containing blue and white liquid.

Looks like there was an idiot here too.

"What is this?

"It's a poison. You won't die any time soon. It's a great way to kill in twitching pain."

Mr. Drewas, who explains this in a gloomy way.

Hey, what poison...

Drewas, you are just plainly retarded.

Heh, not at all, I don't know how much these guys bother me.

"Lend it to me!

"Ha."

Don't hide your frustration, Drewas. I'll take the vial from you.

Poison made by Forest Tribe Elves......

What kind of poison did you make?

Open the vial lid and try to smell it.

Pu ~ n and almond smell. Besides, it smelled slightly like lyonicotoxin.

"The ingredients are trickling, yadkugal?

"That's Dear Tyrea. Yes, those two are one of the ingredients of poison."

"Yes, I know because you're the one with the knowledge, but Yadkugal is fiercely poisoned, isn't he?

"Yes, so I'm putting Colorado in and trying to die soon."

Yeah, you're making a terrific mistake, and you're gonna say something super dangerous.

Drewas, this is forfeiture.

"Ha, ha"

Phew ~ I think I said my room or something and put it on too well.

Imagine at all. Seriously, what would you do if someone accidentally drank it!

Drewas, you weren't supposed to make poison.

Then, I searched for the Underground Empire for a while, but I don't see an ol'.

Uh-huh, really, Ol's guy, where the hell is he?

All you have to do is go down the stairs and go upstairs in the basement.

"Dear…"

"Hmm, did you call someone?

I think someone called in a whisper, so I look around.

"Dear Tyrea,"

Oh, if you think of someone, it's you, Gil from Mutzliskebe!

"What's going on? That's why I asked you out."

"Dear Tirrea, we have the Ortizio Commander here"

"Huh!? Is Ol there?

"Ha."

And then Gil leads me into the living room in front of you.

"So, where is Ol now?

"Ha, here"

Gil, the tip you pointed to was a large cupboard.

Well, even if it's big, it's a cupboard.

There should only be enough room for a big adult to finally get in...

I tried to open that cupboard.

"O, ol!?"

"I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, I'm now a traitor to the Evil Gods Army. Stupid, stupid, what is it, Lord Tyrea, crotch minister? That day I put together a vampire unit led by Edim, I got stuck because of Edim. I failed, I failed, I failed, I failed, what caused it? Because of an unusable subordinate? Horizontal spear of a fucking staff officer? Or because I couldn't do it? But I'm not bad. I'm a bad fucking staff officer."

There was the figure of Ol, who was still spewing a curse with his dying face.