Vermillion

Wow, and.

A resounding cheer, as enveloping.

Countless white lights blinked.

Too dazzling a flash to metaphor with the stars.

Soft floor, spreading in front of you.

12m x 12m, square.

This is where the fairies dance and dance.

I will also be one of the fairies.

Tchaikovsky. Swan Lake.

Flowy, supple research.

The body moves naturally.

Lightly, like dancing, like dancing.

Eh.

Make your final landing.

It's just cracked, drink.

Nature and grin come to mind.

I did, and the words spilled out.

Something I've been piling up.

Here and now, he said he was finally rewarded.

I thought so and was convinced of the golden glow.

As soon as possible.

The scene switches.

The shock of a bandit.

Everything glorious blew away.

Crushed. Shattered. Brushed.

Hot. Ouch. As if, to burn.

Bearded iron and the smell of gas.

Broken glass, black smoke.

Vision turns dark.

Dark room.

in a room where only the glow of the monitor illuminates.

Hold your knees, sit down.

Rounded, shortened legs.

I ran away.

I kept running away.

Come on out, to the call.

I blocked my ear.

It's a beautiful day, to the voice.

I closed the curtain.

I ran away.

I kept running away.

to the virtual world.

For the first time in the world.

Seeking to drive.

In search of the past.

Run.

Keep running.

The sight of Kasumi.

In the white mist.

Ahead of you,

Going ahead, I'm sure,

- Bright white, bloodless,

"a" i "li" n, ""

A black cavity stares.

"a" i "li" n, "b" c "ch" e "f" s "ca" ya "

†††

"- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!?

Eh, rough breath, cold sweat tells my forehead.

On the sleeping table, Irene jumped up with her eyes open, bouncing her sheets and wandering her legs. A thin finger conveys his thigh, strokes his calf, and touches his ankle.

…………

Just a meat and bone feel.

Irene grabbed the tip from her ankle, there, as she clapped out.

The expression still fell out of his face, and he was often stunned.

"………, that"

So for the first time, he returned to me and looked around.

It's not that big a room.

Green carpet. Relief carved wooden box (chest). Bookshelf filled with old scrolls and books. A gentle sunlight plunges in from a window that is not fitted with glass. Outside the window, the elegant houses of the wooden bungalow were pompous and on the other side the lush woods were visible.

"…… Where are you, here?"

I groaned pompously. I look down at my body and realize that I am not wearing a black outfit, but a thin piece of white. When I stroked my body from the top of my clothes, I didn't have a bra, but I wore it underneath.

- Why are you wearing these clothes?

The moment my hand stroking my clothes touched my right chest as such a question crossed my back of my brain.

Zugung, and the pain that echoes in the core of the body flashes back.

"Ah."

I remember.

Beyond the fog, perplexing the meadows, in the wood, the scenery of the night illuminated by the thin lights of the burning fire. An arrow that stood against my chest. Memories of the pain that determined me.

It was realistic, as if it were other human resources, and in his head he drew a blurry, cloudy mind (image).

But even in vague memories, only one, I remember clearly.

Voice.

A voice calling my own name.

"……… Kay?

In one room, the name is called in a fine voice.

But as a matter of course, I haven't heard back. Just from outside the window, from time to time, you can hear the birds chirping. Others, Shin, and a quiet space.

Gyu, and Eileen, gripping the edge of the sheet and with a meticulous look on her face, looked around restlessly again and gazed at the door of the room.

A dark green painted wooden door, the same as a carpet.

A few seconds of rounds. Stifled, he swallowed his saliva, and Irene, determined, softly stepped off the sleeping table so as not to make any noise. With an unbound foothold, he walks flutterly with his hand against the wall and slowly pushes the door open.

Giggles, bigger than I thought.

Going out of the room, frightened.

It was a big room, like a living room. A large table in the middle of the room and a metal chandelier with a tree-inspired design on the ceiling. The foot was not a carpet, but a wooden floor that struck down coarse wood. Compared to the carpet, it was thinly dirty and I didn't really want to walk on my bare feet, but Eileen had no choice.

Look at the window. After all, a window made of qualitative, unfiltered glass. There was another door on the other side of the table, but apparently this is the front door.

Whether to go outside the house or not.

Eileen gets lost.

I want to see where I am, but I'm barefoot, and I don't know who I am in the first place.

But that's how, while I'm lost, the door opens with a more giddy noise.

"……… alas."

It was a thin, white beauty who came in. Beautifully folded garments pile up in a cage held in your arms.

"You woke up."

The white woman - Cynthia - giggled and graciously spoke to Eileen, who could not move as she solidified herself into the sudden encounter.

"Ah, uh, yes"

A little nervous about Cynthia's soft grin dissolves, and Irene, who manages to regain her movement, snorts and returns.

"Good. I was so worried about you..."

"... with? Take me, you mean Kay!?

"Yes, Kay."

"... well, Kay, you're here."

While caged on the table, Cynthia, with a merciful smile, affirms, relieving her of her shoulder strength.

"Yes, I'm going out now, but I thought it was time for you to come back."

"Oh well. … Thank you."

At the same time I felt relieved, fluttered, and unable to gain strength in my legs.

I don't know - my body, it's heavy.

"... aren't you good at adding and subtracting? Still, your body must be weak. Better get some rest."

Before worried Cynthia finishes saying everything, she can hear a slight noise from outside the house.

"Oh, if you make a rumor...... Dear Eileen, it seems Kay is back."

Cynthia grinned as she overheard the approaching sound of the carriage. Eileen said, "Really!?" and make his face shine. Cynthia thought about the lack of other love that might make her look like such a girl more energetic to meet Kay now than to rest.

Not knowing she was being looked at with a smiling eye, Eileen opens the door to the shivers and the house.

"Kay, get back..."

I thought you were coming.

The energetic voice I tried to keep going, squished.

Red and black march.

What popped into my eyes were the men walking in with tired expressions, a cargo carriage that made a grumpy noise, and one young man across the horse.

young man. Running a bauser hose and with a vermilion bow on his right hand, he is definitely Kay.

However, the clasp of the cage hand and torso is blacker and dirtier, and its expression is far-sighted. Irene knows Kay's avatar as it is, I can't answer her when she asks me where it has changed, and still something clearly looks different than Kay that Irene knows.

- It's Kay, no doubt. But it's not Kay I knew.

Such a certain confusion makes me hesitate to speak up.

"! Eileen!?

but while I was confused, I noticed Eileen standing up better for Kay.

"Irene!! You're awake!

Where did the harsh look go earlier, Kay flickering from his horse and rushing to Eileen.

"- This outfit doesn't taste good."

It was momentum that I could hold on to, but I looked down at my body and stopped.

One, in a bright white piece.

One, more black and bloody and dirty.

A few steps.

Close, but unreachable.

Such a distance.

…………

They smile at each other, somewhere bewildered, as they look at each other.

"Well, I guess I was asleep, huh?

Haha, and to Irene, who giggled, "Right," Kay nodded, getting back on track.

"I've been asleep all day. How's your body doing? Remember yesterday?

"Hmm... my body, maybe, is fine. I remember yesterday, even the burning toko, but not much after that."

"Who ate the arrow?

"I remember. From there, it feels a little vague like I was dreaming."

"Is that so………"

"……… maybe, potion, you used it?

of the right chest, caressing where the arrow was stabbing, Eileen.

"Oh. You don't remember?

"Luckily."

That means I don't even remember the pain I treated with the potion. Kay reassures Irene that she's lucky.

I tried to heal my shoulder wound myself. Okay, but the pain in the potion is not normal. If it's something you can forget, it's an experience you want to erase from your head. Even a mutilated shoulder wound was a tortured pain, so how much pain is the wound that penetrates your lungs treated from the inside out? I imagine it's horrible.

"Buru."

And Sasquatch, who was left in Kay, came all the way to the two of us. With his crushed eyes, he said, "Kinky?" Lick Eileen's cheek down, as she asks. Blocking and rocking tails.

"Haha, here, tickle...... that?

Eileen was laughing at Sasquatch, but she noticed.

"Why is Kay on Sasquatch? What about Mikazuki?"

The expression on Kay's face echoes the words.

"……… he's dead."

Eh, to Irene, who raises her voice, Kay shows Sasquatch's saddle. Folded and bracketed, brown skin.

"A bandit shot me with an arrow.... I just recovered the shapes."

On the forehead, to the talisman, hyena. And the skin on the buttocks that stayed clean. I decided to leave the rest of the carcass to nature.

"…… could you make me a purse with this skin?"

Ha, and the grin that forced me to catch the edge of my mouth is somewhere painful.

"Oh well. So (...) or (...) et al. (...) Well, it looks like it's dirty with blood... that's what happened, huh?

"Oh, it's (...) or (...) et al. (...). Kind of."

The peeling of the skin was done by Kay herself, with Mandel's help. It's not a lie that it's stained with blood because of it.

"But..." Re-accepted meat (lispawn), "what?

"Eileen"

Kay tightened her expression to Eileen, who had frowned and asked.

"We'll talk about it later. In the meantime, wait inside. 'Cause I'll be right there."

Just one word, Kay walks over softly, whispering in Eileen's ear.

"……… I found out after a day. Here,"

- It's not a game.

†††

"Well, what shall we talk from?"

Kay fell back into the chair and cut out like that.

The village chief's house, the deepest bedroom.

There are currently only two of us in the room, Kay and Irene. Tell Danny and the others that we'll be talking to Eileen for a while.

Irene frowned perfectly at Kay's words as she sat on her sleeping table.

"… Why Spirit Language (Esperanto)?"

'Cause I don't want the residents here to ask me. Just in case.'

Just in case, Kay shrugged her shoulders small, mixed with English.

"I mean, code."

'That's the thing. I'm the only one who speaks a common language other than English. I don't know. Words are fine in English. "

"Aurai. By the way, can't you use magic?

"Available"

To Eileen's inquiry, Kay affirms.

"The Spirit seems to be coming this way too. However, the feeling of being sucked off magic sucked sucked. That's definitely reducing life expectancy. I almost fainted, and I understood what the specification of dying when my magic ran out meant. '

'So Kay used magic?

'... oh. A little wild. "

Kay misses her gaze.

Eileen tried to ask what she used it for, but felt a wall somewhere in Kay's muddled atmosphere and asked around.

'- Well, as long as we talk about magic later. The question is, "This world."

Forcefully modifying the flow of the story, Kay looked straight at Eileen.

"I eventually came to the conclusion that this world is not a game, it would be another world similar to [DEMONDAL],"

"…… Hmm."

'The rationale is, well, varied. The feeling is too real. All the details of the sweat and blood are reproduced. And NPC - or I don't think the people in this world are AI. Etosetra. Etosetra. "

"Hey, Kay. What happened yesterday after that?

Eileen's, some anxious question. Kay exhaled quietly, Phew.

'Right,'

Explain the upside of the matter in hindsight. Run away with Eileen, defeat the Hunting Wolf (Houndwolf), heal wounds with potions, and reach the village of Taaf -

That I got into trouble with the village chief's house or that Irene's poison was found. Kay told them that he attacked the bandits to identify the type of poison.

…………

Irene's face is cloudy.

"Did the bandit, after all, kill you?

"Oh.... some of them."

"Oh."

With a strange expression, as I thought, Eileen leaned down.

…………

How do you connect words? Kay gets lost.

It's not like I want to thank you. It's Kay's own choice, and in Kay, we've already had some splitting.

So I don't want Eileen carrying a weird guilt.

I'd like to put that into words, but I don't know how to put it. Whatever you say, it's going to make Eileen care.

But while I was thinking, Eileen looked up better.

"The…… Kay, '

"Hmm? What is it?"

Pale eyes, looking at Kay, shake.

'... thanks. Please help me. "

There was no smile on my face.

The words swept to my chest.

'... what. Well, that, what,'

Kay, with her puffy cheeks, is no match, laughs. No matter how you scratch them, do you make them care? Besides, it just made my mind a little easier, and I haven't been able to do anything in the end.

He said he was a selfish bastard.

Phew, and Kay laughed, arms in dignity and fluttered,

"-Thank you very much, but good!

'Ugh, all of a sudden my attitude is huge!

Eileen pulled her back from the ground up, and the two of them looked at each other and laughed small as they creaked.

'Well, that's why I thought it wouldn't be a game. Make it a game. It's all sorts of things.

"I don't know what to say, but I didn't really think this was a game either."

Eileen shrugged her shoulders small.

"If the technology develops, we may be able to reproduce this much more realistic VR space as well. But now that it's suddenly practical, it can't be a bit of a boulder. '

Flirting the sheets of the bed, blurry, that gaze somewhere far away.

"Fair enough.... In connection with that, it's the difference between" over here "and the game, but apparently the resurrection is nasty. It's obvious."

Assuming anyone can "re-receive meat (lispawn)," killing "should be a lighter treatment. But to see the villagers and bandits around us, that doesn't seem to be the way to think about it. They were all as sensitive to death as the people of the planet.

"Is that so... then I have to make sure I don't die..."

Irene squeaks as she looks out the window at the landscape. The content was too obvious for Kay to even feel funny.

"…… Hmm?

and, at that time, the tricks and footsteps approach from the outside of the door.

"- Lord Kay. It's in Anka, the curser."

Concon, and knocking on the door, the voice of a squeamish old woman.

"Oh, Anka's wife."

Standing up from his chair, Kay opened the door and invited an old woman with a cane into the room.

"I'm sorry, was that a disturbing bug?

"No, no, I'm just finishing up the conversation - Eileen, this is Anka's wife, the village pharmacist who took care of you all the time while you were asleep"

"Hi, they bothered me. Thanks."

"No, don't worry about it"

Anka, thanked by Eileen, looked at that smile and muttered "... beauty." Irene's figure is reflected in her tiny eyes buried in her squeaky face. Glittering eyes like children, gleaming with curiosity about the unknown.

Anka offered Kay the bag she had in her hand as she let her sit in the chair.

"Lord Kay. It's in the potion you kept."

"Oh, thank you"

Speaking of which, Kay smiles as she receives that she has lost track of the potion. Unexpectedly, when the contents are checked, there are a few full bottles and one bottle that has been used up to about half. It doesn't mean it's so dramatically reduced.

I'm not letting Tanuki touch a finger.

"……… Tanuki?

"It's about Bennett."

To Anka's words, Kay couldn't contain the bitter smile. If it's really that grandfather, he could be a cat.

"Speaking of the village chief, I heard from him that he also handled my cheeks. Thanks again."

"It has to be a big deal. It's my blend of wound pills, and the potion works very, very well……. Would you have preferred to use the potion?

"No, I don't have a potion. Thank you for the allowance."

With potion, this degree of scratch heals instantly. but wound drugs can't cure fatal injuries. Kay expressed her honest gratitude for Anka keeping the potion warm.

"Thank you very much……. Well........., Lord Kay"

Mm-hmm. And Anka, who coughed, looks straight at Kay and corrects her residence.

"This time, thick, two, please."

"………… What is it?"

Kay's eyebrows dropped. Kay is honestly fond of this honest, courteous old woman. I was grateful to you for taking care of Eileen, and if you have any wishes, I would like to ask you.

But it still depends on what you wish for.

"…… one is about the potion"

"Is it still happening," Kay thought to Anka, who was hard to say but clearly spinning the words. Eileen, who was almost turned into a figurine in the conversation between the two of them, also has the face of what it is.

"Diseases and injuries can cause people to die. That is the fate of nature, there is nothing in it that can be defied. - But newborn babies, invaded by heat and taking their breath away, are in something too vain and spicy……"

Anka lay flat as she slipped from her chair to the floor.

"This year, there are about three women in the village who are due to give birth. One of these days, I don't know how many babies I can grow. Lord Kay. I understand that the magic medicine is invaluable and irreplaceable. But, please, just a small amount. Could you please give us enough potion to help the weak baby……"

"Come on, lady."

Kay holds up the anka rubbing her forehead against the floor and lets her sit back in the chair.

Kay exhaled thin and long before the little, too weak old woman, who leaned down hand in hand.

- The potion is a lifeline.

Even in the game, high magic drugs (high potions) were highly rare due to materials and production facilities. To see the inhabitants of this world, the scarcity of potion here seems even higher, and I don't even know if there's any way to get it back.

- Flush in love here, or give priority to our own lives.

I don't even have to think about it. I draw my own conclusions.

"…… I'm sorry. Lady."

Kay quietly lowers her head.

"This is…… to the boulder, we want to have"

To the words, Anka shook her head slowly, with a painful look.

"No… from the beginning, I knew. It's too much to ask for as consideration... don't worry, Lord Kay. It's just old, lost."

"Sorry......"

Clean Anka words. I feel sorry for Kay.

But - I endured.

"…… and what is the wish of the other?

Silence descends on the ground, and at the perfect time on the verge of saturation, Irene's words echo in the guise of energetic weather.

"Oh...... another thing, this is in a thick wish too,"

Anka, who recovered her expression somewhat brightly, told Kay and Eileen that

"- Actually, I would like to give Lord Kay a guide to the Spirit Language."

To Anka's offer, Kay and Irene looked at each other.

"……?

"I am truly ashamed that I am a village curser, yet have no spiritual qualities. I don't even know if the words of the curse on the spirits passed down to the village are the right ones."

Here Anka, as if she cares if there are any people around her.

"... To be honest, no matter how much prayer I give to the sick, I don't think it works. Therefore, I wonder if the wording itself is incorrect..."

With a small voice, I whispered.

"To that extent, it's cheap."

Kay answers without incident. Compared to the potion, there was no such thing as asking.

"Are you sure?! Thank you………………………"

Kay and Irene rushed to stop Anka, who was about to lay flat on the floor again.

†††

Kay, who had finished teaching Anka the Spirit Language (Esperanto), asked Cynthia again to take care of Eileen that she was hungry before leaving the village chief's house behind. Bennett, the village chief, doesn't seem to be home yet. Probably playing with my granddaughter Jessica, as promised.

Added to the wording of prayer, Anka, who was then also taught together some useful verbs, instructions, and a catalyst preferred by the Spirit, wrote them on paper in an impatient manner, and returned weeping and swallowing.

As for Kay on the teaching side, it's a complicated mood to be honest, although I'm glad he did. Because where the Spirit language was right, such as a "spell" that omitted the covenant Spirit, it doesn't show how effective it is.

Sorcery and spells do not change their essence in that they speak to the Spirit in spiritual terms to proclaim his wishes and to have some purpose accomplished by devoting magic and catalysts.

However, "If you summon, the Spirit will respond to you" is the magic of the covenant Spirit, and "Do not dare ask the Spirit who doesn't even know if you are" is defined as a spell.

In physical terms, the spell is uncertain.

The Spirit exists everywhere and nowhere. For example, the Spirit [the maiden of the wind] to which Kay is contracted may manifest itself anywhere in the wind blowing place.

She is a breeze for a while, but also the flow of the entire atmosphere. Of the [Windy Maiden], those who call their individual names "Sieve" are now paying attention to Kai alone because of the contract, but they were originally aware of all the places where the wind blows.

In that overly vast perception, where one human has prayed, she has no reason to pay attention to it either.

Therefore, in order to distract the Spirit, Kay did not know the actual problem, such fine techniques, although in the spell it seems more important than anything to produce the 'space preferred by the Spirit'.

Because in the [DEMONDAL] of the game, "spells" are only suggested in settings and NPC stories, and players could not actually use them. Therefore, neither analysis nor even speculation can be made.

What Kay was able to do was teach Anka the catalyst preferred by the low-lying spirits, which is easy to express, with reference to the NPC story of the memories.

(... well, still, better than not)

While walking the gravel path in the village, think.

If Anka, believed to have magic there at her age, prayed in the right Spirit language, it would attract the attention of the Spirit considerably, perhaps.

As for Kay, the odds of winning the lottery have improved slightly, I wanted him to take it about, but seeing Anka, who has great expectations for future spells, makes me feel so sorry.

While I was thinking about that, I arrived at the square in the centre of the village.

The only space in the village of Taaf where cobblestones are laid.

Distributing wells in the center, usually in places where life is centered with washing and water pumping, there was now a neat array of weapons recovered from bandits.

As they surround the square, the vacant villagers gather for sightseeing. From adults to children, the men were all shining their eyes on weapons and protective equipment that you would not see in the life of the village. The women in the village with the laundry cage look at them and say, "I can't help it."

Most of all, Faceko, Kronen and Mandel, who were on their way to recover the body, still couldn't seem to care less if they were dragging the memory of the body.

"Oh, Lord Kay. Have you finished your conversation yet?"

Danny, who had carefully identified the weaponry on the cobblestone, turns a loving laugh to Kay.

"Oh, what about the tail?"

"It's good. The boulders are the Ignaz Bandits, and the quality of their gear is pretty good."

"Really?"

Danny the rubber to do sesame seeds. Kay nodded at Eagle Deep, glancing at the long sword lined up.

(…… did you not take the guy with the best quality?)

The longsword of the highest quality, which he had laid eyes on beforehand, confirms that it remains on the ground. But physically, when I looked at the whole sword a little bit, I felt that the number was very low. Perhaps while Kay was talking to Eileen, Doh (...) went to (...) who (...) took away (...).

Though Kay had been thinking about it with a bitter smile.

He changed his complexion with his eyes on the leather armor that was arranged by the sword.

The torso armor - eight.

"How are you? Lord Kay."

"... Lord Danny. One thing I'd like to ask you, is this armor, everything recovered from this?

"Eh."

To Kay's inquiry, Danny, who counted the number of hits, fu, mii and armor,

"Yeah, this should fit. Exactly for eight. The number of thieves (...) who were there (...) who died (...) their bodies (...) (...) and (...) one (...) to (...) and (...) to (...)"

"…… Yes, right."

- Not enough.

There were ten bandits Kay fought last night, all in all.

(- Two, you missed it)

I desperately push and consolidate the expression that seems to distort me.

I thought I'd jump on Sasquatch right now and go check the scene again, but I stopped looking at Danny peering this one in with a strange face. There's no way this business-stricken man is gonna miss an extra body, and first of all, he shouldn't be suspected here.

(... at least I can [track] the guy who escaped, the knife or whatever, with that.)

Roar, uhm, before the neatly arranged armor. There is another Catalyst Gem (Emerald) necessary for the exercise of magic. If there is a weapon or tool used by the Fugitive, it is possible to reveal its position in [the maiden of the wind] as long as she is in a place where the wind blows, relying on the magical 'smell' stained with it.

At the heart, I don't know which of those 'belongings' is.

That's why I can't even try it depending on the allowance or whatever. Kay, who is a pure fighter and does not assume the use of witchcraft, did not have enough catalyst or magic.

…………

Surprisingly looking at Danny here, stroking his jaw, Kay turned his mind around.

"…… Hmm. As for these spoils."

After a while, Kay, who abruptly cuts out the story, walks over to the long sword he had his eyes on, and roughly picks it up.

In last night's battle, Kay's sabel was distorted at the base of the blade and completely useless. Originally, Kay, who can only use 'slap it off' at the mercy of force, is incompatible with a 'slash' type of sword like a sabel.

Still, I was purposefully using the Sabel to give it to Andrei, the other party, immediately in case - but Kay, as it stands, needed a tough long sword, hard to break.

Shira, and pulls the white blade out of his sheath.

It is a sword of weight that is familiar to the hand. The blade crossing is about eighty centimeters, the blade is reasonably thick and doesn't look like it has a bad cut. To try, I swung it with one hand.

Bih, pih, and a sharp wind incision.

Eventually the noisy villagers silenced perfectly to its sword pressure.

(…… fast)

Clonen accidentally stared at the speed of one swing.

(... you don't brace)

It was Mandel who saw the perfectly stopped sword without any disturbance in the axis of the dimensions and deduced Kay's bottomless force.

"Lord Danny."

"Well, I wonder."

"You will receive this sword and the silver coins you have collected."

Keeping his sword in his hand, Kay said it in an unspeakable tone.

"Instead, I'll give you the rest of the martial arts and the whole ornament. Thank you for your help. May I?"

"Beep!"

Danny peeled his eyes off because Kay's offer was more broken than he could have imagined. The bandits' silver coins were worth a fortune, but the expected income from selling off all of their weapons and ornaments exceeds that. The surrounding villagers also raise their voices, oops.

"Ha, yes! Of course!!

"Right. I wish I could... By the way, it may be my fault, but don't even feel like the number of swords is a little short. Is the blacksmith still taking care of it? I don't care, but I hope there's no difference between the number of silver coins, Lord Danny."

When Kay grinned, Danny's smile, which was excited and reddish, drew slightly blue.

Such a rough look at him, looking up at the sky, which began to stain the sunset, Kay takes a small sigh.

"…… today, I don't seem to be getting out of my tiredness. Sorry, can I take care of the rest?"

"Yes, of course."

"Thank you. Back at Lord Danny's house, if you'll excuse me."

Pan, and Kay, with his sword back in his sheath, began to turn back the way he had turned his back on Danny.

(... Honestly, I don't have time to redeem the rest of my weapons and ornaments)

According to Danny's stories, in the near future, specifically in about a week, the pedestrians will come to the village.

At that time, it was ideal for Kay to sell off weapons and ornaments and other items taken from the bandits for cash or barter for various supplies, but if he let his enemies escape, he could no longer say so.

The opponent is a bandit gang that can make a name for itself around the region. Sometimes from the skill of the guys who fought last night, that's the main unit. Probably some troops at best.

If so - there must be a good chance that there will be a retaliatory attack.

(And the ornament... the ring sucks)

It was also ant to take ornaments that were easy to carry, but I am concerned that some of the rings that the bandits were wearing were strangely uniquely designed.

(Assuming that if I were the bandits' signature ring, I'd probably eat [tracking] the other way around just because I have it...)

It's not strange to have one or two magicians when it comes to being a somewhat larger armed group.

It is suspicious to say, "I will only get decorations other than that strangely similar ring." Therefore, it was more natural to give all the ornaments to Danny and the others.

(... well, not a bad income for all the silver coins and just the long sword)

And then.

(Let's leave the village as soon as Eileen gets back on track)

In the sheath of the sword in your right hand, you have the strength.

A bright forest is stained with depression and darkness in the twilight.

Kay rushed back to Eileen's waiting house with an indescribable heartbreak.