To Deprive a Deprived Person

Jerdalk, Holy Nation, Hermeln, a free nation.

Each of them boasts the population and national territory they deserve to be called the Five Powers, and because of their vast territory they border on the territory of several countries.

Some of the borders that are bordered over too long distances are such that a buffer zone can be established by mutual agreement so that there can be no unhelpful disputes.

Such a place was like a paradise for those who were called and persecuted subhuman. Especially for those who fled the Holy Nation of Jardalk -.

If you look down on the ground from the blue sky that runs everywhere, the mountains will stretch and the green forest areas will stretch.

Originally, it is not surprising that it is snow-covered in cold areas characteristic of the North, but there are also various influences, such as magical winds and mountains dominated by powerful demonic individuals in the labyrinth, which kept the area warm.

This is a buffer zone set up by the Holy Country Jardalk and the free state Hermeln. Even this vast land is part of a buffer zone, so you can see how vast a territory the nations called the Five Powers boast.

There was a young man of a single race standing in that forest.

I get a seemingly soft impression of my lower back from my golden hair, my blue eyes, and my white skin, but I will feel a strong will not give in to anyone in those eyes.

Light armor with an emphasis on movement, whether it is some magic or skill influence from a sword strapped to the waist, sometimes lightning emits as it overflows from the sheath.

The young man's gaze looks forward as if to look behind the forest.

Then part of the forest moved, as if responding to the gaze of the youth. At the same time, an uncontrollable stream of power became a storm, knocking on the youth.

However, young people who nestle just because their capes are fierce are not allowed to be slight.

"We need to talk."

The youth spoke toward the moving woods.

A moving forest - if you look closer, you'll see that its identity is a giant beast. Six tiger-like legs with sharp nails. Four monkey-like faces with four eyes, what a snake the tail is surprisingly. Measuring from head to tail would be better than seventy meters.

The misperception of the beast as a forest was caused by the trees and mosses that grew on the back of the beast. When it comes to a single beast, it is too ridiculous a giant. It is arguably no stranger to the illusion that part of the forest has moved.

The beast's response to the youth's words was legs, not words. The right front leg of the beast strikes a young man as he shreds the earth and the trees.

Massive amounts of dirt and sand rolled up into the sky and crushed trees descend on the back of the beast. I thought that the beast, which had never passed its own before, was eliminated with the same force this time - though.

"Listen to me.

I'm not here to argue with you. "

A young man stands in the same place and speaks to the beast in the same way.

I was not interested in beasts, such as how they attacked. I just didn't care about that attitude, where little things called people people spend their attacks on business, and yet they're flat instead of proud of it.

"You should have the intelligence to understand humanities. Please tell me about me."

Again, the right front leg of the beast swung.

Now beat him from top to bottom instead of flanking him off the side. With the sound of the earth, a giant hole was worn in the earth. It is this power that just slapped the front leg unconstitutionally.

But when the earthen smoke cleared, there was a young man staring at the beast the same way he had done earlier.

"I have a favor to ask of you, Lord of the mountains and woods around this neighborhood. I hope you don't jerk off and wield that power. I can understand if it's biocidal to live, but every time you wave your power into darkness, it's a lot of sacrifice.

These mountains and forests are inhabited by weak people who have gained peace with the thought of escaping many creatures and persecutions. "

The beast had a beastly saying.

Dominating mountains and forests, I need to boast of my power. More importantly, it felt good to see the little things that scared away every time they waved power. That's why I was only uncomfortable with what the young man in front of me said.

"A beastly woman is dead on your whim. There's a baby in that hand that hasn't been born in a while."

Countless thunderstorms poured over the heads of the youth over the sky in the middle of the story.

Terribly, this beast can manipulate thunder as it pleases.

Black smoke rises from the earth by the immense amount of thunder unleashed by the beast, but the eyes of the beast watched the lightning not strike directly at the youth.

Even with the four eyes of the beast, the speed at which the youth moved was not so normal that they could not fully capture the movement.

When the beast growls in frustration, the trees shake loudly in fright. The bark was so strong that it reached the distant mountains that many demons and animals trembled just when they heard it, and began to flee with us.

"Please. Listen to me."

It was the fourth plea.

But the response of the beast confronting the youth was an attack, not a dialogue.

A huge amount of thunder begins to gather into the mouth of the beast. In order to kill even the unexpected lightning strike a young man in front of his eyes, the beast made a wide-ranging choice to sweep away.

The young man lays his eyes on the figure of the beast.

The arrow tip the beast thought he had noticed his own inescapable death.

Purple electricity ran through the beast's body.

If you look, there was a purple thunder running from the top of the head to the tail of a giant beast.

When the beast looked back following the figure of a slightly visible young man, there he saw just a young man delivering his sword to his sheath.

And so the giant of the beast is vertically figured out in two and consciousness is interrupted. At the end of the day, the beast thought, why turn the eyes of mercy on youths by slaughtering themselves under one sword, a strong man who had never yet struggled, no matter how strong his demons were against him.

"Ohh... Ohh! Then the King of the Woods is definitely dead.

An old beast walks up to a young man.

"Yeah, unfortunately you didn't respond to the story. We're going to fight, and as a result we're going to take our lives."

The words of the youth were hailed by the beasts around them.

Many villagers have been sacrificed by the beast that was once called King of the Woods. There will be no reason for villagers to rejoice.

"Nevertheless, I didn't expect to be defeated without difficulty by the King of the Woods, who is also said to be the descendant of that vicious beast Nu Elio Sangarion... That's" Pandora's Brave "Dear Roy Buom"

"The chief is right.

Not only did the King of the Woods brag about the arms of the village, but even the demons of the woods didn't stand a tooth at all - and it's too awesome to defeat them yesterday today. "

"You're not amazing. The brave man who defeated the Demon King of Disaster is no less powerful than a rumor."

The youth of the people - Roy Buom - laughs bitterly as he had trouble with the words of the villagers who praise him orally.

When Fumi Roy lowered his gaze, there was the appearance of the children of the beast man who sparkled his eyes.

"Yushima, that's amazing!

"Shall I be your boss?

"Oh, I want to be a brave man too!

"Bye! Then even me!!

Especially the two boys admired Roy as if they worshipped him, dyed his cheeks bright red and pressed the other children against him.

"Oh, I can be."

"" Really!?

"Everyone has the courage to face fear in their hearts. If you do the right thing with courage, you'll be a brave man one day."

The boys jump with joy at Roy's words. I realize Roy's heart is clearing up a little bit on that figure.

Roy leaves the village behind, politely saying no to the chief that he will raise the village and set a place for thanksgiving and celebration. I hadn't decided where to go, but I had decided to do it.

Help the weak. Roy Buom understood that was his mission as a brave man.

"Why don't you show up?

Unexpectedly, Roy called out behind him without looking back, wondering if he had stopped. Then those in robes emerge from spaces where there is no shelter, such as trees.

The art of concealment - in a place where there is no shield, and that alone will show that these people are skillful.

"Are you guys again?"

Roy was in a hurry on the inside, back-to-back with a frightened word.

For the robe that these men are wrapped in is the thing of the Illigamite Church. Roy had traveled with great care to avoid being able to understand the location of the villages of the beasts who lived fleeing the persecution of the Holy Nation of Jardalk, but still could not be completely relieved. So much persecution of the sub-people of Jardalk, the Holy Nation, was a harsh thing.

"Could you reconsider the matter of your meeting with Cardinal Bataille?

"I would have refused to talk about it."

"This is how many times we've been out, considering Roy's position."

"Whatever they say, it doesn't change my mind."

"Nor are we the use of children. It's time for a colorful response."

"I'm not impressed with being forced."

With a light slap, Roy's left hand rests on a pattern of nature and sword.

Nine just visible, ten if you follow the signs you're cleverly hiding, and no, twenty are in place. Roy whines inside when it's just a big formation on his own.

"Can I just ask you this?

"The brave do not yield to state power or unjust violence"

"Will you set me up," Roy warned, but the Illigamists didn't feel the will to attack.

It turns out to be against expectations, and Roy seems to relax for just a moment, but he immediately draws his attention harder. It was a natural mindset from Roy, who knows that the Holy Nation Jardalk has been to the Beasts and so forth.

"You're done talking. Now if you'll excuse me."

It was Roy, who turned his back on the people of the Illigamite.

"Signs of ferocity."

Roy's walk stops at the word.

"A new demon king may emerge."

If Roy had looked back, he would have noticed that those in the Illigamite Church were giggling.

"If it manifests itself, it will cause enormous damage to innocent people."

"Is that solid information?

"Come on? I've only been told by Cardinal Bataille that a demon king may manifest himself beyond the 'Demon King of Disaster (...)'"

"Demon King of Disaster......"

"In some cases, there's a big battle - yes, it's the return of the Holy Demon War.

Cardinal Bataille expects more than a million sacrifices to be made to innocent people by the time the brave Lord Roy defeats the demon king of disaster, but not this time. How many victims will there be... one digit... no, double digits will jump "

Without realizing it himself, Roy was squeezing his fist hard.

"Okay."

"So?"

"Lead me to Cardinal Bataille"