Vermillion

A flash of clearance, and a sudden resumption of combat.

The man with the short spear returned it to me first. Put a spear on your hips and set up an interception posture.

Kay put a sabel on his right hand and let his gaze wander between the swordsman and the short-spearer, while he was aware of the presence of the bowman (Morissette).

And then those black eyes aim at the swordsman softly.

And the shadow of the cloak, and the king, and the clarity of the sound, he playeth the bottle of potion with his left finger. I glanced at the swordsman's face and the glass bottle drew a beautiful parabola.

That's not even a throw, just an attack you bounced off with your finger. Speed, kill, and power are halfway, but halfway, and thus draw attention.

A reflexively moving swordsman's long sword slammed the bottle down in the air.

Crushing.

A broken bottle splashes fine fragments, some of which shake on the swordsman's face. A sharp fragment slit his face, which did not go into his eyes, and the swordsman shouted "oops" and stepped for a moment.

"Die, goraaaa!

Approximately, a man with a short spear rolls out a spear. Did you think that if you were Kay without a bow, you could handle it by yourself? Or did you take Kay's sword arm lightly to such an extent that it would be good for a dagger (rat)?

As a matter of fact, that's not out of hand either. Even though Rato poked me by surprise, as a matter of fact Kay doesn't like the sword.

- if (...) ratio (...) be (...) be (...) to bow (...).

"Whoa, whoa!

A sharp spear thrust. Kay, who glanced at the short-spearer, responded with a side-beating sabel. The blade of the sabel taps on the pattern of the short spear, and the shitty gold (...) genus (...) sound (...) rings. Even though I waved the sabel with the momentum to crush and break the pattern, it's like a short spear that won't scratch one.

Made of metal. The short spear product consisted of an alloy from blade to pattern. It should weigh quite a bit more than a regular spear, but the paint that made it look like wood and the skill of lightly handling short spears didn't make Kay understand the material.

Whether he saw the agitation on Kay whispering his eyebrows, the short spear smiling at the edge of his mouth shook his spear forcefully. He was bounced by the sabel to modify a slightly crazy orbit with his arm force, and pushed his tip into the momentum towards Kay.

Force push. Confident but late choice in arm strength.

But the next moment, I realize that it was a bad hand. Because Kai, with his left hand on the back of Sabel's blade, has challenged him to compare forces with a force that far exceeds that of a short spear.

"- Whoa whoa whoa!?

Feeling Kay's unconventional arm strength, Short Spear uses his entire body to pull back the Sabel.

But I can't push it.

I'm not even scared.

Instead, they are forced to spread the spear structure. Kay and his short-speared offense were in an instant reversed, even though he was merely served with a sabel on the spear.

Make a grumpy noise and a spark-scattering sabel slips over the spear pattern. Approaching steel blade. Kay stepped into his nostalgia at divine speed, pushing the spear's defense at his mercy, faster than the short-spearer could pull himself away.

Sword intermission. A spear patterned sabel like a rail arrives at the hand of a short-spearer and naturally cuts off his finger.

But the blade doesn't stop. Faster than a finger falls to the ground, the sabel breaks between the feet of a short spear. A steel murder weapon twisted the man's inner thigh, his left femoral artery torn open and a red blood tide erupted.

But still, the merciless sword dance never stops. The short spear user, whose perception finally caught up with Kay's speed, opens his mouth to scream. But before his voice was squeezed out, he stroked his neck with a knife that the bouncing blade returned. Ripping carotid artery, deadly blow.

A short spear that sprinkles blood splashes while making damp noises from your pomp and throat. To him falling down to the ground without power, but without eyes, Kay flips his half.

The structure of the reception with the servel sticking out straight. A smooth move that you can clearly see has been trained, not our current.

For a moment Kay was preparing a defensive stance against another swordsman.

"Phew...... blah blah blah!

The swordsman man screams as he is pounded and moved, with his long sword raised and struck.

The slaughtered and abandoned man was the bravest force in the squad. He was a self-recognised spear player, combining the power of lightly handling alloy spears with a stamina that could be fought for a long time.

That's it.

For a moment, when he was distracted by the throw and his gaze was back, he was gone with the rust of the sabel.

Exactly a touch of armor sleeve.

What a martial art. What a - unreasonable.

(In addition to the bow, the sword is first class!?

As a swordsman, I can't help feeling unreasonable. Why is a young man so powerful?

But that's natural, too.

A fantasy world close to the Middle Ages without limits, [DEMONDAL]. The inhabitants of this world, who grew up without being spoiled by the instruments of civilization, are, regardless, better at their physical abilities than modern people. In particular, Morissette and others, who make rough business a business, greatly surpassed the average person in this world in strength and stamina.

But Kay is even more superior among the best warriors, coming from a fairytale country (VRMMO) inspired by the world.

Its physical ability, in a nutshell, is a monster.

Modestly speaking, it's an out-of-the-box class.

In addition, Kay has completed a generic swordsmanship that has continued to be even sophisticated in the game.

Players have shared information with each other on video sites, rationally mathematically, and ergonomically sharpened crystals of eh (...) shu (...) na (...) sa (...).

Naturally, steep points such as the heart and liver will also actively target arteries, gold, and eyeballs throughout the body. In some cases it is also envisaged to renounce weapons, even hand-to-hand fighting falls within the scope of 'swordsmanship'.

In Kay's case, he focuses more on strength than skill because of his superior muscle strength, and while turning to the guard, he also targets steeples at the counter, defensive murder swords are the basis of that.

In-game swordsmanship is considered an initial step, but Kay has made this complete and has extensive combat experience with advanced player opponents. Although there are weak verses in Kay's "passive" tactics because of their fundamentals, you can't beat a rare opponent for fighting normally one-on-one.

- Yes, for example, for a normal opponent, like a swordsman in front of you.

"Damn it!

Yelling, the man waves down Kay looking for the long sword he laid on the upper stage.

An attack from the front that can also be taken as self-immolation. Kay responds mechanically, without having to detect the killing, to flow naturally.

On a long sword approaching from the top, he slammed the interception sabel. Rather than defense, a rough blow like destroying the weapon itself.

Givin, and the blade resonates dull, and sparks splash in the darkness at night.

"What!?

The moment the blade hits each other, the shock strikes me so hard that a long sword is about to blow up in the swordsman's hand. It can't be impending, it's just a long sword that gets played.

So, I should have let that shock escape and taken evasive action, and hit another hand - it was his luck to try to force him to modify his posture.

Halfway through, Kay breaks into a stronghold. He pushed his sword away with his left hand, forcing it to open and flesh thin. Then a sticking sabel, a sharp blade, is sucked into the throat of a gap in leather armor.

"Whoa."

The swordsman, stabbed through his throat and opened his eyes cuttingly, turned his eyes around as he did. It goes hand in hand with the loss of power from its body and the slight killer piercing Kay. Kay with a skewered corpse on the front with an immediate sabel.

Doh, and a mild impact passes over the body. A black-winged arrow was stabbed in the back of the swordsman who replaced the shield.

"What the... what the fuck are you!?

Look, the last one, Morissette with the pulled face. I've been trying to cover the swordsman with a bow for a long time, but I couldn't release an arrow at Locke because Kay was concerned about the rays and stood around shielding the swordsman.

Screaming like a scream, I squeeze my bow.

Kay, who threw down the body of every servel on the spot, avoided a single arrow of mortars by trying to roll. And he stood up as he picked up 'it', which he had pre-eyed.

Seeing that in Kay's hand, now it's time for Morissette to draw blood from her face.

Zhu (Akairo), bow.

In the wood, in the midst of almost no equal starlight, yet, its ju paint is beautiful and revealing.

An arrow was caught.

As if the gates of Hell were to open their jaws.

Strings are squeezed. The aim is perfect, go to Morissette.

ordained.

Cold sweat tells Morissette's face sloppily. The force fell out of his hand and his bow spilled. So much so that the air I touched seemed to bounce, the tense intent to kill is overflowing from Kay's entire body.

"What do you say?"

Morissette, questioned, attempts to make a melancholy grin, fails.

Still, with a face close to the grin that drew,

"I'm sorry."

Kavan, and.

Almost at the same time as the pleasant sound, the silver light shot through Morissette's right knee.

"- Huh!"

A cry without a voice. As he pierced his knee, his joints were wrecked together and his right leg lost its function. Morissette crawls to the ground squatting as she folds her legs in an uncontaminated direction.

"- Whoa! Whoa!

Morissette shook her body and screamed like she had a hiccups due to too much intense pain, but she couldn't even lift the pain. Approximately like that, Kay slowly walked over and pulled out a new arrow to lead him to the bow.

Wait a while.

Kay called out again to Morissette, who rooted out the air in her lungs and gasped for breath.

"I'll give you a chance. Answer my question."

To the words, Morissette raised her face covered in sweat, her eyes narrowed slightly and then nodded with remorse.

"It's a simple question. Tell me the name and lineage of the poison you're using."

"... the name of the poison is [Raven's Blood]. The pedigree is" slave "...!

With a faint voice, Morissette answers. The "slave" lineage - one of the antidotes that has been left in the village applies. Kay desperately suppressed that his expression was about to change.

"…… Do you have the poison, or the antidote?

Don't be alarmed, ask on top of each other, taking care to release the arrow at any time.

"Yes, both..."

Morissette explored her chest, staring up at Kay as she stared, placing one metal and one wooden case in front of her.

"The bigger one is poisonous, the smaller one has the antidote..."

"Okay. Push it out a little further, so I can take it off my feet."

Kay with his bow glistening. Over this period, Morissette showed no more suspicious bareback. Pick up a large number of cases offered.

The case of the larger one is that of a glass container covered with woodwork. Thickened dos black liquid inside. I see, it was a substitute for the feeling of 'poison' to see.

Another small case, by contrast, is the pill holder that Kay has close to it. Inside, white tablets packed tightly, one turn smaller than Kay's antidote.

…………

Kay, who often thought about it and closed the lid of the pill holder properly, opened the poison holder and stuck his arrow unconstitutionally in it. Stir. The dark liquid that sticks to the bow - and naturally connects it to the bow.

Release.

A light noise came together and an arrow burst into Morissette's left calf. In the dark trees, a faint scream echoes again.

- Oh, my God.

"I want to make sure you're telling the truth."

Kay, who finally paled his face and moaned against Morissette, said faintly, took the red pill out of his front porch. Unmade, throw it in front of Morissette's eyes.

"Drink if you don't want to die. It's a special effect of the" slave "system."

…………

Ha ha, and a rough breath Morissette often wandered her gaze between pills and Kay.

But in the end, he pinches it with a cursory movement, puts it in his mouth, and swallows it. How terrible it tastes, Morissette with her face distorted raises her voice.

…………

After a few seconds or a few dozen seconds, there is no abnormality in Morissette's physical condition. There seemed to be no lie in the fact that poison was a slave system. For the first time at this time, Kay relaxes a little.

"…… Apparently, it's true."

"… of course, … over this period, boring lies, etc…"

Has the blood loss from the foot wound echoed, or Morissette with a blue and white face.

"……… I appreciate that honesty"

"Well then..."

Morissette showing a slight color of hope. Kay remained silent and pulled a new arrow out of the arrow barrel. I saw that. Morissette starts sweating cold like a waterfall again.

"I don't need you anymore."

"Huh!?

Morissette peeled at Kay's merciless words.

"Please help me…………………"

"I didn't say a word about 'helping'. I just said," Chance. "

Cold enough to say it off, make a ripple and a noise and squeeze the bow.

"I would have given you a chance to tell the truth."

"Oh no..."

You must have looked Kay in the eye and realized that there was no hope there, Morissette lumps her lips. The footsteps of Reaper were imminent.

"Oh no... not really...!

To the hateful Morissette grunt, Kay makes her expression rude.

…… is no longer the opponent who has lost his ability to resist.

Are you sure you want to kill him? and in my heart.

That's how you whisper your voice.

But it's out of the question to let him get away with it, and if he doesn't make allowance, he dies anyway.

And I don't have time or brother-in-law to make allowance for you.

Then.

- In the first place, he tried to kill us.

Yes, tell yourself.

I shook off the hesitation.

I ghosted my heart. Strengthen that to yourself.

"... I can't forgive you. Die."

Pleasant sound.

The last thing Morissette saw was a silver light approaching herself.

And behind Kay with the bow, for some reason, he visioned the girl with the feathercoat.

You look terribly innocent, and then you look like a girl with a demonic smile on her face.

Moment after moment, he made a water noise and his vision stained bright red, his consciousness flew.

With Morissette falling into the ground, Kay hurries to Mikazuki.

A brown hairy bauser hose that won't squirt at all. Kay, who poked his knee beside it and called his name and put his hand on his neck, bit his lower lip by poisoning him "fuck" after a lot of silence.

There was no beating of life in Mikazuki's body.

Mikazuki became like a loose shell. With his eyes closed, he exhales a small amount of blood bubbles from his mouth and is out of breath.

I've been thinkin 'about it since I saw the arrow stabbed in Mikazuki's torso, but even if it wasn't a poison arrow, this might not have helped me anymore. As if I had a clear aim, a position with kidneys and liver had been hit. Without a few bottles of potion, it would have been very, but untreatable.

"…… It must have hurt. Sorry."

Stroke and talk. With the body in front of him, he comes out with a grudge of guilt, like now, but Kay didn't have time to mourn the death of the ride.

View the direction of the village.

Trying to get up, I fluttered. I notice my body weighs strangely.

Physically and mentally, Kay was exhausted to the brink of his limit. Probably. In different worlds, for the first time in my life, I faced a lot of things, and I finally dyed my hands to murder.

(... No, but this is crazy)

Just don't get tired - I have a strange feeling. It's like a little water leaking out of a hole in a bucket, that feeling.

So, I noticed all the time.

(No way...... is that poison?

Kay himself is injured not least in the fight against the bandits. What I recall is the use of a dagger and, unconsciously, Kay reached for a neck wound.

It's hard to imagine a man using such a handful as an ambush or a knife in a dark vessel avoiding the use of poison. The wound is not that deep, so I guess the poison was only served in trace amounts. Just in case, I took the red pill out of the pouch case and swallowed it.

"... ugh"

Indeed, it tasted terrible. Potions and such are not comparable enough. She felt nauseous, but felt slightly lighter. It may be just a conjectural (placebo) effect….

"…… Now,"

Turning again in the direction of the village, Kay thinks. From here to the village of Taaf, it took Mikazuki to run at top speed and weak enough. How much time do people eat on their feet - until they return to the village, Irene will have.

"That's tough………"

Phew, and a small sigh of sigh, Kay gently stretches his right hand to his neck. If this happens, we'll have to use the last resort. Rounding the perimeter of his neck and searching for a thin chain over his hand, Kay drags the necklace out of his chest.

At the end of the silver chain, a large emerald as clear as a thin green, thumbnail.

It's the finest thing that ever made a fortune. Kay hung on his right hand. He looked at it and transferred his gaze to Mikazuki's body.

"……… Mikazuki is here, so you're here too"

Please, a prayerful grunt.

[Mi dedicas al vi tiun katalizilo.]

He whispers "Proclamation (Script)" and speaks softly to Emerald.

Immediately after.

Tickle.

I heard a little laugh, like I pushed him to death.

I can't say from anywhere.

Dull, dull, and.

with the sound of the wind shaking the meadow leaves.

Surround Kay, from all directions.

- Kei--

Ear.

- Vi estas vere agrabla -

A sweet whisper, like a fluttering ear.

Pickle, and a small sound sounded.

At hand. Countless scratches are running on the emerald at the end of the hanging chain.

As you look at it, cracks increase in number and emeralds change color from green to white.

Eventually, with the pakins scattered, it turns into finer particles than sand, and is invited by the blowing wind to melt away into the darkness at night.

Kay, who saw it, called its name to the void.

[Maiden vento, Siv.]

Ugh, and breathe.

[VI aperos.]

Moments later, Kay felt something important snatched away from her body.

†††

"Viesta, Granda, Visanij, Tupelosono………"

The flames of the lamp shake, in a dim room.

"Viesta, Granda, Visanij, Tupelosono………"

The voice of a squeamish old woman spins the wording in a monotonous manner.

A village in Taaf, a room in the Kronen house.

On the small bedside, Irene, who had been invaded by heat and was still unconscious, was laid to sleep. And like surrounding the bedroom, there are four villagers. They kept waiting for Kay to get home after he left, without a shrink.

One is the oldest curser and anchor in the village, who places a chair near the bedside and burns Irene, who is treated with a fever.

She had been carefully wiping the sweat floating on Eileen's forehead with a cloth wet with water, chanting the healing language that would be passed on to the village for a long time earlier. From time to time, it is also her role to force Irene, who rapidly turns pale, to take only a little of the potion deposited by Kay.

"... Anka, are you okay? It's late at night, and I'll take your place."

It was the second son of the village chief, Kronen, who had refrained from speaking to Anka.

"Ainya. I don't know what to do about it. Don't worry."

To Anka's slow words, Kronen, who pulled back, "Well," even looks somewhat unfortunate.

Originally, it was Kronen who was given the role of "watchdog" considering that she was a part of the bandits, rather than Irene's medical care, but instead she was terribly sympathetic after finding out that Irene was really dying of poison, and now she was actively trying to take care of Irene from herself.

Anka, who is burning with her sense of purpose, continues to refuse to help her because she is the one who asked Kay to take care of Eileen.

…………

It is the characteristic dark-faced hunter Mandel who is looking at the void blurry, trying to lean against the wall, roughly the pair worrying about Eileen.

As always, due to the deep face of the sculpture, I'm not sure beside what you're thinking when you shut up. However, now he was more worried about Kay than Irene, who had managed to connect his life thanks to the potion, and who had popped up in the fight against the bandits.

Um, if I had the arm of a bow that shot out a bat in the dark and showed it to me, I still felt restless, even though I thought it was rare. And with that in mind, it's Kay's brilliant vermilion bow that he associates with.

From the sound of releasing that arrow, it should be a pretty tense bow. When Kay returns, he wonders if he can let me touch him, etc., and his thoughts deviate slightly in the direction of swallowing.

And while I was thinking about it, Mandel was postponing and repeating the loop of thought that he was concerned about Kay's safety again, and worried about the bow...

"……… ha."

corner of the room, a small sigh sounds. It is Bennett, the village chief, who takes a short distance from the other three and sits in a chair and looks at Eileen with his arms together.

(Too bad…………)

Every time Anka gives Eileen a drink of the potion she's running out of, she looks like she's chewed up a bitter bug.

If Bennett's feelings are expressed in a nutshell, then he is not physically fit.

An extremely precious high magic drug (hyppotion) is squandered in front of you just to invade the poison of death and prolong the dying little girl's life. With this, Bennett felt bad about not only the village of Taaf, but how many children each year, including neighboring villages, would not have to die of illness or injury.

Kay comes back from the bandits with the type of poison, but it's Bennett's idea that it won't be possible for a boulder to do that.

There is also the problem of the difference in numbers, but it is not a good idea to deal with the notorious "Ignaz Bandits" in the first place. The last few years seem to have been a big time, but at one point it was a vicious armed group that the mercenaries of the war would butt just to hear the name "Ignaz".

Kay has a good quality horse, or he may be able to escape home, but Bennett predicts Kay won't come back alive if he falls into battle to listen.

Come there and squander the potion just for the spare little girl...

(Mouthless…………)

gibberish, and biting his teeth, one mourns.

As a matter of fact, Bennett had suggested to the other three that we stop giving Eileen the potion. I dare to let him die of poison without recovering, and if Kay returns, he explains that he "ran out of potions, so he died without trying to treat him," while actually catching some potions.

But this was stopped by all three.

That one will definitely come back! and it is Anka who insists without foundation.

It's Kronen who makes people feel too good about boulders.

And Mandel refused to join in by saying, "I'm not sure I'd find out if I lied to him."

Although it was the Trinity, Bennett also reluctantly pulled back because he played that mandel and was opposed to it in a rather hard way.

(Nevertheless, no)

Too bad. Too bad.

Looking behind Anka, who makes Eileen drink potion. Bennett's expression becomes even more sinister.

(... well, I don't know what else to do)

Ha, and now once, I tried to take a small sigh - at that moment.

Bibi,.

Outside the house, the wind blew.

……

But the wind just blew, but it was supposed to be.

Feeling something uncomfortable, Bennett glances at the window blocked with parchment paper.

Pasa, Pasa,.

Unnaturally, the window parchment moves.

Something - cold air.

All of a sudden, he made a noise and a gust of wind blew through the room for just a moment.

"Whoa!?

"What!

Each with a surprising word in his mouth. Unnaturally entering the room (...) and (...) coming (...) strong wind, all the lamps that were illuminating the room were blown out.

In a darkened room - I can't see anything.

It should be.

On the other side of the darkness, Bennett and I will wait in the room together.

I hallucinated the appearance of a girl with a feather coat and an unusual atmosphere.

"Whoa whoa!?

"What are you!!

Men who get upset and raise their bare voices. but only Anka, by contrast,

"Shit, Spirit! Ahhhhh!!

Screaming in a tense blast at the appearance of an innocent smiling girl.

"Spirit!? Is this...?

It's like a ghost or a monster. Bennett unwittingly makes a questionable voice at the emergence of 'something' that is supposed to be 'there' but not perceived well, something whose very existence feels rare, rather creepy than sacred.

The girl who was able to shrug her mouth off at the looks of those Bennetts,

- En la nomo de miaj abonantoj, mi transdonu lian mesagxon -

I told him together in a glossy voice, disproportionate to the unpleasant atmosphere.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you………………."

"Lady, do you know what you're talking about?

Bennett, who had no idea what the girl in the feathercoat had said, poked her knees on the floor and rubbed her hands against each other. Even though she impelled into Anka and asked,

"You can't understand, it's spiritual. This is!

I almost slipped out of my chair all the time in response to a seemingly distracting response.

"I don't know, but thank you!

"Such beautiful spirits must say, thank you!

When Bennett, such an idiot and unintentionally frightened, tried to go on with the words even more,

"- Can you hear me? Kay, Anka's grandmother, do you copy?

Inside the room, 'Kay' 's voice echoed.

"- Kay! Are you Kay!?

Mandel, with his eyes open, asks out loud.

'- I say it briefly because I don't have time. I decided to ask my covenant spirits to carry my voice. The poison pedigree is "slave" and the special effects are red pills. Anka's grandmother, the special effects are red pills. Just give him a grain, I asked him to. "

"Kay, how are you doing now! Where are you!?

Neither the girl, nor Kay, answers anything when Mandell asks the girl.

- Jen cio -

That's just it, the girl I told you about briefly.

Oops, and wind up again in the room.

In the next moment it was disappearing like an illusion.

…………

Distracted, often, the room is surrounded by silence.

"…… red pills!

The first thing that came back to me was Anka.

"Cronen! By fire! Lights!"

"Ah, oh, okay!

Kronen, who had been commanded by Anka, left the room in a hurry, and immediately took the spark from outside and returned.

Light the lamp and secure the light source.

Anka explores her nostalgia and takes out the pills she kept from Kay.

- And there it is. It did happen.

Red, pills.

"I'm here to help you now……!

With a trembling hand, Anka pinched it up, opening Eileen's lips and causing her to swallow it along with a small amount of water.

Fulfill - Irene.

†††

Ten minutes later, in the village of Taaf, a man came running back, sweaty.

It's Kay.

Kay was dying in danger from the recoil of magic because of his magic exercised at the hands of the Brain Muscle Warrior (Pure Fighter), but his breath was constant due to the double bitterness of nausea and fatigue, as he pushed himself through the impossible shortly afterwards and traveled several kilometers.

The villagers, who were in charge of vigilance, did not even call the village chief to pave the way silently to Kay, who had his cheeks torn open, his right shoulder bloody, and his face pale and haunted.

Flirting, but running through the village. Through the gravel road, he jumped into the familiar little house, the house of Kronen.

"Eileen."

Bang, and when he opened the door of the small room, the four villagers who were surrounding the sleeping table turned sassy in the thin light of the candle.

"Duh, what do you think, Eileen?"

Lord Kay, please calm down.

Anka, who rose from the chair beside the bedroom, pulled Kay's hand gasping for oxygen and went all the way to the side of the bedroom.

"Thank you for your help."

On the sleeping table.

With a calm face, he rested easy, and Irene appeared.

"……… Ah."

As he tried to get in, he poked his knee next to the bedroom, and Kay stroked Irene's hair as she nearly cried.

Pass to your fingers, definite warmth. Alive.

- Good.

Though there are things to think about and regret.

Eileen was the only one who could help.

"Great, …… really,"

Simultaneously take a sigh of relief.

Kay's consciousness was also dragged by muddy fatigue, without flutter and force, and stuck on the sleeping table.

As it was, it sank into the warm, comfortable darkness.