Vermillion

Sarasa.

The creek spiral is pleasant to my ears.

Gentle afternoon sunlight. The illuminated waters are glittering and beautiful.

A refreshing breeze blew through the trees, carrying the sound of a leaf rub.

Kay, taking off her helmet, lowered her hips in the shade of the tree and sighed small.

A few hours after leaving the village of Taaf.

In view of the overweight and spicy looking Sasquatch's physical condition, Kay and Irene were taking some rest on the wood.

Sasquatch, who was sticking his neck in the river and drinking water with a hangover, said, "Pfft!" and take a big breath. With that in his ass, Kay explored the backpack with a mess, and took the hard-baked biscuits out of the wrapper and began to squirm.

"Ha.... I've been on it for exactly three or four hours, it's tight."

Next to Kay, Eileen sits at the root of a tree and takes a big sigh of sigh as she rattles a cockroach in her neck.

"Right.... I've been dazzled by boulders"

Drink the biscuits down with the water from the water bottle, Kay with a slightly sluggish face. Either that or Kay's words are a little true for Eileen in the nuance of "warmth".

From the village of Taaf until now, nothing has happened.

For a few hours now, the country path was surprisingly calm and idyllic, overlooking the woods on the right and the meadows on the left, as the creek was being followed eastward.

Passengers are enough to see forest beasts and meadow ravens from time to time, and they don't even meet outgoing travelers or caravans. Once, I also saw a village smaller in size than Taaf, but I just waved at the inhabitants who saw this one in frigid smell and never made contact with it.

So much for the lack, the journey of peace and boredom.

But even under these circumstances, Kay didn't allow herself to make predictions.

No matter how peaceful it may seem, a fierce monster may pop out of the woods abruptly. In the darkness of the bushes, in the grass shade of the meadows, bandits and stripping may lurk.

Kay kept his bow in his hand so that he could release an immediate arrow in case of an unknown enemy from anywhere.

Vigilance is essential for traveling in a small number of ways, the same thing in the game. But travel time in the game, however long it was, was an hour at best, while Kay has been pointing his nerves for over three hours now.

Although the strain has been somewhat alleviated as Eileen sitting on the back side is keeping an eye on the rear, the sensation of killing is still Kay's area. In any case, we needed to pay attention to all directions, and in fact, when it was our own lives that were at risk, the mental pressure was also strained.

It's time for the boulders to lose focus.

Therefore, this rest was not only necessary for Sasquatch, but also for Kay. Even now that he grabs the biscuits, Kay, of course, remains vigilant, but the psychological strain is completely different from staying on one point and being vigilant about the surroundings as he continues to pay attention to the terrain that appears one after another as he travels.

- After a break about enough, shall we leave?

Looking at the clear waters of the creek, thinking blurry, signs of Eileen rising beside her.

"…… Kay, are you okay?

Like a peek into this one. In sight, Irene's worried face becomes a big picture.

"… no problem. I was just a little tired."

Ha, and smiled small to show, "... well," murmured Eileen, sitting back on the roots of the tree clouding her expression.

Often, such silence flows that each other explores how each other is doing.

To delude the air, which had somehow become awkward, Kay, who let her gaze swim, gently stroked the white face cloth draped around her neck.

That's what Cynthia gave me before she left, instead of the original one that she wasted in the fight against the bandits. Simple white fabric with a red pattern. She seems to be good at sewing, with a poor floral embroidery made of red yarn on the area that touches her cheek at the left end.

This will give you a cute atmosphere, which is Cynthia's saying - although the embroidery itself is well made and very cute, I feel something unique about her as she applies charming decorations to the face cloth, which is for once a battle outfit.

If the time comes for Kay to use a face cloth more than Mandel advised, that means interpersonal combat most of the time.

Shaking her head with a small sigh, Kay glances slightly over the side as she strokes the bandage on her cheek, which dried up and parched.

Eileen, sitting at the root of the tree, looked up over her head and narrowed her eyes on the day of the leak as she stretched and bent her toenails. A windward cape with an embroidered head scarf and a saggy, windy ponytail. The black leather cage hand, the leather vest, the legs stretching smoothly from the beige tunic, is wrapped around the "NINJA" black outfit and shin.

Except for two things: wearing hand and foot protective gear, carrying a sabel on his back, I have the impression that he is a village girl who made a little mistake in the margins. But Kay looks rather sinister at such a poor bundle of travel clothes.

"…… hey, Eileen"

"Hmm? What's up?

"After all, Clark, why don't you wear it?

The clasp peeking through the gap in the leather armor made him squeak.

- Too light.

Kay's biggest concern right now is Eileen's low defense.

Aside from leather protective equipment, I don't even wear what can be called cloth protective equipment, and I was wondering if it would be too unprotected to wear it as usual. What a subtle look Irene replied to Kay pointing that out.

"…… stop. It's heavy, it doesn't fit, it's heavy, it's heavy..."

"No, but I don't know. I wish I could have been shot with an arrow like this..."

"I was just alarmed! Now you can play it if you want!

"…… Is it true?

"He said he could!

"……… Are you sure?

"What's with the approximate eye! No, I'm unconvinced, but heh!

Kay roars as she calms Eileen down, "Fair enough," who puts her hand on the Sabel pattern.

Indeed, with Eileen's skill, it would not be so difficult to accommodate arrows flying out of the field of vision. I know that because I've been dating since the days of 'Andrei'. Even if you don't like passivity (passive sense), obvious attacks can be detected, and there must be reflex nerves that only make you look and avoid them. I also think that Kay has a passive (passive) net in all directions, and that Eileen should concentrate only in one direction on the current situation, and that if it is not so much, she will not take lag.

I think so.

"Uh-huh, but I'm really anxious……"

"I know how you feel... but if you take mobility from me, there's nothing left, right? Especially since I got back to the woman's body, she seems to have lost even more muscle strength. Looks like she's also lighter, so I just don't have a problem moving..."

Irene, who rose slowly and carelessly, leapt back and jumped vertically.

Fluffy.

It's like grabbing a tree branch over your head in a motion that doesn't make you feel gravity, twirling and spinning in reverse ascent instructions, and descending on the branch.

A branch of fineness that Kay would surely break if he hung his leg. Irene, however, only slightly swayed the leaves.

The secret to Eileen's physical ability lies in the lightness of her weight, no matter what. Because of his strength, he weighs unusually lightly.

The character's "Born" chooses a "Forest People" with a skinny physique, crushing one of the three crest frames with a slight "Body Lightening" until he loses weight, plus securing a minimum muscle strength with the "Body Strengthening" and "Muscle Strengthening" crests, and raising the bottom of his athletic abilities by masteries of various combat systems.

That's how it was born, "NINJA" Andrei, a light warrior specializing in mobility to the extreme. Defense is exactly the paper itself, but in its lightness it does not allow other followers, just a lump of romance.

In the game, he was a character who showed explosive strength as long as he got into shape - but when the story became a reality, he couldn't say so either.

"... if it was in the game, the arrow could have stabbed me but my arm could have lifted... but if it was real, it wouldn't work either."

"Well, I know. But even if you survived because of your armor, you can't escape because of your weight.

"That is......... well. That's the hard part……………………"

Kay's troubled face with a puffy head. But then I think about Eileen's phrase "stubborn object."

- Assuming that the kind of robbery or stripping raids the Kays, would they attack the Kays as a priority rather than Eileen, who can see them as beauties with one eye?

And the bandits we encountered on the first day also remembered that the first arrow had been unleashed on Kay.

(If the first shot doesn't go to Eileen, should it be manoeuvrable...)

Eileen can escape with his mobility, or turn to agitation or attack, if he raises his first hand even by accident. Kay keeps his clasp on so his survival rate increases.

"... right. Better to stay light."

"Yeah, I think so too."

Irene, who put her arms together on the tree and nodded yeah, sighed somewhere farther away and smaller.

"Ah.... if this is the case," Dragon Scale. "I wish I had worn it..."

"Dragon Scale Armor" Dragon Skyle Mail "- This is probably the best defensive armor that Eileen can equip with today, made by stitching the scales of a flying dragon. Since it is based on fabric, it does not inhibit movement, and the scales of the flying dragon, which are more robust than iron, are however as light as wings. For a light warrior whose deadweight would be his life, it was the best compatible armor.

Since the scales of the flying dragon are an extremely valuable material, without being able to secure a sufficient amount, 'Andrei' could only make enough armor to protect part of the torso from the chest, but still not allow other follow-ups. Due to its performance, "Dragon scales armor" of any size was a light warrior coveted dish.

In the game, Andrei kept the armor in his bank for the rest of his life and never took it out except for martial arts tournaments and certain events where he didn't have to worry about losing it (dropping it).

Kay thinks how reliable that armor would have been under the present circumstances.

"I can't believe this is happening, no one can predict it. There's no other way."

"Well. Kay was lucky to have a good bow."

"Must be. … How about we go hunting, even" Fei Long ", to scale?

Lifting her bow and Kay saying so, Eileen gave her a dry grin back.

"A joke. No matter how many lives you have, it's not enough... I wonder if Kay would think if there were 100 more now and maybe 50 of me. I want at least five more crossbow guns (baristas) and stone throwers (catapults)."

"And the pure magician of the water system."

"Ah well, do you need a magician too………."

I can't ………….

We both have distant eyes.

The Flying Dragon is a mountain of flying treasure.

Bones and scales are used for protective equipment.

Fangs and nails are weapons.

The eyeball is a high-end magic catalyst.

Visceral organs are for magic and psychotropic ingredients.

Among them, Feilong's blood has a semi-permanently lasting buff effect unless the player dies, which means that his physical abilities are enhanced if he drinks it, so all players from production to combat will not stop looking for the benefit.

However, three years after [DEMONDAL] 's service began. The player's hand crusade for the "Fei Long" is still confirmed only to the extent that it can be counted with one hand.

That number, just five.

Only three of the major mercenary regiments (clans) successfully joined forces to crusade, and two of them were each crusaded at the [DEMONDAL] service's second and third anniversary events.

Why, so little so far - there are a few reasons, but the biggest one would be that the "flying dragon" is too strong first.

Big, flying, exhaling fire.

This is what happens if you describe the characteristics of a "flying dragon" in part, but its strength is no longer at the level of viciousness.

First, the "Green Salamandel" giant is already a murder weapon in itself. Furthermore, the entire body is covered with the synonym "dragon scale", which is synonymous with the best protective equipment, and when it comes to weaknesses that seem to be weak, there are only about an oral cavity where there are no eyeballs, nostrils, or scales.

In addition to that, the ability to fly and the exhalation of the flames (braces).

"Flying Dragon" rarely comes down to earth during battle. I prefer a way of fighting that allows me to maximize my prey's advantage: swirling over my goal and keeping my braces on until my prey is out of breath or the flammable mucus stuck in my belly pokes me in the bottom.

I mean, if you don't knock the "flying dragon" out of the sky somehow, you'll only be ravaged by braces, and it won't even be a 'fight' in the first place.

That's where they need siege weapons like crossbow guns (baristas) and stone throwers (catapults). The role of "flying dragon" is to lure the "flying dragon" onto the ray, projecting nets and ropes, entangling them in the wings, knocking them off to the ground and beating the octopus is regarded as the stone of the "flying dragon" hunt. This is a pretty effective tactic because you can expect a lot of damage in the event of a drop. To one of the mercenary regiments (clans) crusaded, he broke his neck bone and died instantly after rushing from his head to the ground.

But even if it's an effective tactic, it's not easy to let a flying "flying dragon" hit a primitive weapon, and there's no guarantee that wings will be sealed for being good where you hit them in the first place. It is often heard that the attack on the siege weapon ended in underdevelopment and that everything burned down and had to be retreated before we could finish reloading.

And where the dragon falls to the ground, the dragon, even if the wings are sealed, the exhalation (brace) of the flame is alive and well, and its firepower is exerted no matter how much in ground warfare. Even if there is plenty of ground power, without the protection of the magicians of the water system, they will all be amicably wiped out of charcoal.

Excellent role to attract "Fei Long".

Enough siege weapons to put up an anti-aircraft barrage.

Personnel who can only operate siege weapons.

A formidable regiment of warriors engaged with the "Fei Long" on the ground.

A magician of the water system with abundant magic power who can reduce the braces of the "Fei Long".

And with the organizational and financial ability to align these, we can finally get to the starting line to fight the Feilongs.

In [DEMONDAL], where there is no such thing as warp magic or chat, it's hard just to gather a head count and take collective action first. Furthermore, regardless of the anniversary event where a large number of players gather in a festive mood, obstruction and harassment of hostile organizations are also expected in the ordinary hunt for "flying dragons", and other monsters ("forest lizards", "big bears") and bandit NPCs can be encountered on the road, so it is not a glimmer in any case.

The current situation is that a group of players who can only plan a "Feilong" hunt and move it into action only exists enough to count in the game.

In addition, as the search for maps in the game progressed, the appearance of "Feilong", who chooses to age and die, became confirmed in the depths of forests and alpines known as [Deep (Abyss)]. In recent years, mercenary regiments (clans) deliberately deciding to hunt "flying dragons" have tended to decline, as it was found that it would be better to allocate personnel to [deep] exploration than to mobilize large-scale battle forces for hunting.

For the record, Kay's "Dragon Scale Throughout" material was obtained at the "Fei Long" hunting event on the third anniversary of service.

It is the flavor of this event that the mercenary regiments (clans) that usually stick together, and even the abominable PKs, unite their hands and stand up to the "Flying Dragon" with determination. Flush years of certainty into the water and help each other as comrades standing on the same battlefield, or shoulder to shoulder and wave your sword wholeheartedly. The origin of online gaming, the exaltation to fight together as a player in one world, was there -

Until you defeat the Fei Long.

It is the promise of this event that the "Fei Long" will break out of breath and at the same time crack into its sense of union, crushing and collapsing without hesitation.

"Your friends are finished," said PKs, a bunch of players arriving to drink dragon blood, and shells of crossbow guns (baristas) and stone throwers (catapults) that beat them to death. Attack magic is unleashed against hostile groups, the rain of arrows pours down, and players who were climbing on dragons and roaring without meaning are defeated by a flying axe (hatchet).

Such chaotic air approximated, Kay mouthed the dragon's blood, stripped the wing tendon, and then smashed and killed the neighboring player to take away the wing's skin membrane, taking on the body of Andrei, who was at some point dead, and succeeded in getting out of the spot.

That was about ten days ago. Fortunately, Kay hasn't died since the event. In view of the use of "dragon scales through", the effect of dragon blood seemed to be brought to the world of "here" as well.

(Eileen's right, I was pretty lucky......)

At Kay's original muscle strength, "dragon scale through" can be handled in real life, so he couldn't even hope to operate as casually as a shortbow.

The physical strengthening of the dragon's blood is effective until death, but in "here", where there is no re-receptive meat (lispawn), that helps enough.

(I'm lucky enough... I can't help it if I'm left alone, can I?)

For now, Kay nods alone, trying to do the best she can.

Eventually, after that, even more relaxed enough, the Kays set off again.

Shaken by Sasquatch's back, Kay glanced behind him.

"That's right, Eileen. When you get to the next town, buy a shield."

"Shield? What are you using it for?

"It's settled, it's for you. It's anti-flying gear."

"... eh."

Kay was looking forward, but his voice alone made it easy to imagine Eileen's disgusting face, so he laughs bitterly.

"I'm not here, it's heavy…………………."

"You can throw it away when you're in the way."

"Eh..."

"Let's buy some more leather armor too, the one that only protects the minimum chest. I hope it fits your chest size."

"Hmm, if he's for the little guy, I think he can use it normally...... that's why he's not here!!

Pokopo, the fist of protest slaps him on the back. Ha ha, and laughing out loud, Kay put his strength into one, bow-shaking hand.

†††

Then, after a while.

The phase remained the same, and to Kay, who rubs his nerves down against his enemies to his surroundings, Irene, who saw him, suggested he take the streets off to the north.

Said, if you go through the meadow like you go along the creek, you don't have to worry about getting lost, and then your vision opens up, so you're much less likely to get hit by surprises.

If you think about it, you're right, the Kays don't even have a carriage and don't necessarily have to go over a well-kept street.

Off the north side of Eileen's counseling passage, Kay enjoyed a often resting journey overlooking the gentle hills depicted by the meadow earth.

- However.

When in peace, it abruptly ends.

"Ah."

Eileen, who was keeping an eye on the rear, raised her voice low. "What's up," Kay recalled, looking at it.

Rear left hand. Distance, about five hundred meters.

Black horseback riding across meadow hills and showing up one after another.

That number, eight horsemen.

…………

The silence between them gave birth to tension. Kay stares even more as he makes a ring with one hand and peeks it in like a telescope.

Those who drive black horseback riding - fine tattoos and leather armor colored with feather decorations. For a dark face reminiscent of Asian descent, a black tattoo depicting a unique twist. Some of them looked like they were wearing a face cloth.

Definitely. The people of the meadows.

Unexpectedly, Mandel's words rise in the back of his brain.

"- I hear that some people in the meadows work the iniquity of banditry"

Gu, anxiety as if he had been grabbed in the gut springs up from the depths of his belly.

The people of the meadow also noticed what Kays looked like, and a few of them turned this way and saw some kind of exchange of words.

"…… it would be troublesome to get involved. We're going back to the streets."

"Ugh, yeah."

Cockroaching behind the signs of Irene snorting anxiously and repeatedly, Kay accelerated Sasquatch and pulled the reins toward the street.

Looking back, the people of the meadow, for some reason, swung their horses here,

"Something's following me."

Irene's voice, saying so, is slightly trembling. Kay's eyes caught them removing the cover of the arrow's mouth.

…………

Ha, ha, the painful breathing sounds of Sasquatch.

"…… they ride pretty good horses"

Kay's tongue-in-cheek words are bitter. From time to time, every time I looked back and checked, my distance approached me a little bit. Despite the fact that I'm making Sasquatch quite impossible- again, the excess weight, it tastes bad.

"O, it's my fault, I told you to get off the street..."

"Calm down, it's not your fault"

To Eileen, who was pale in the face, Kay called out without a moment of hair.

"If I were in the street, it could have been an ambush without realizing it. They found it early, and it was better."

Though I say so in my mouth, I don't know if I really did.

Licking her lips, Kay looked around with a sharp gaze as she slumped up the face cloth that was hanging around her neck. The embroidery of red flowers on the face cloth sways in the wind...

And then Kay turned a blind eye to a wooden tree that grew forward,

"……… Eileen"

"Oh, yeah."

"Before, can you see? That tree."

"Yeah."

"There, I'm sorry, but I need you to come down for a second"

"……… What?

A voice of confusion.

"Of course, I'm not leaving you. I want to make it easier for you."

"You fight?

"Yeah. They seem to be jerking off."

Hmm, and when Kay whispered her nose small, Eileen muttered, "Well, I get it, I get it, I get it."

"I…… what do I do? Are we supposed to hide?

"That's right. Get down so they don't notice, and stay still. I'll take care of the rest."

…………

Eileen says nothing. While doing so, a tree stands in front of me.

"It's time, get ready. We're gonna slow it down."

"No, I'm fine. Keep going, keep going."

Clear Eileen's response was that although the voice was the hard one, it was nevertheless a solid one in the core.

"I'm glad you're light, you were right not to wear a clasp."

"Right? That's why I've told you so many times."

"Not at all. We'll have a drink when we get to the next town, buddy."

To Kay's light mouth, Eileen returns a "ha" laugh.

"I'm looking forward to it, buddy."

but Sasquatch broke through the bush and entered the tree.

Narrowing vision.

In the trunks of the trees, in the green leaves, the figure of Kays is hidden.

"Go."

"Aye!

Tan, and Eileen kicked Sasquatch's back and floated up in the air.

With the momentum intact, he grabbed the branches of the tree firmly with leather gloves and kept his hands free as he spun his body around.

Irene, who offsets her horizontal kinetic energy with rotation and jumps to another branch, climbs further up the tree with a quick movement at the same time as her posture stabilizes.

(... That's brilliant)

Kay, who dropped it off on the sidelines, can't forbid admiration, even under these circumstances. Despite all that momentum, the trees were only shaking to a good extent in the wind. If you have this poor vision, you will never find out unless you have Kai's vision.

Kay then removed the baggage that was bracketed in the saddle one after the other, lightening Sasquatch's footsteps as he looked at it.

Out of the tree.

Blurring, widening vision.

The land of meadows, with nothing to block.

Apparently, the people of the raider meadow had considered the possibility of Kay sitting in the woods, splitting them in two hands, pinching the trees and making sure they were surrounded and moving forward.

That number remains unchanged. Kay is relieved for a moment that Eileen doesn't seem to have noticed. They went straight through to see what Kay looked like. No, they joined us again and chased us, just as the flock of small fish would.

Kahu, kahu, kahu, kahu, and a dry continuous sound.

Kay waves her left hand as she leads her "passive senses" as she feels a blunt slaughter on her back and looks back to be bounced.

Pasi, an arrow that was supposed to hit Kay, making a noise, was slapped down by a vermilion bow. The other arrows fly faintly in the vicinity, but without harming both Kay Sasquatch, they pierce the meadow earth.

(- You're here, aren't you?

In my heart, I asked.

From here, I didn't intend to launch a pre-emptive strike. Because I didn't know if it was really the enemy.

But nothing else, they themselves, expressed their will, their standing. Then there is only one response to that.

Bakun, bakun, the sound of a heartbeat. A hot blood tide ran all over his body and his head seemed to burn and roll. Then the world converges cold, sharp and flat everywhere.

With his right hand, he pulled three arrows out of the arrow barrel at once.

Lie on Sasquatch's back as you deviate from your torso and fall asleep on your back.

Far rearward, in heavenly and earth-reversing sight, eight horsemen were reflected in Kay's eyes.

There can be no such thing as stray.

Ringing, like an instrument, a strong bow on your left. The tone of the reaper echoing in the ether, the trio.

The warriors of the people of the meadows perceived the flashing silver light.

Moments.

In order from the beginning, the three of them blew up.

"- Huh?"

A subsequent, momentary suspension of thought, taken in disquiet, gave Kay time to wake up her torso and connect the next arrow.

"Stupid!

One of the people of the meadows, a magnificent warrior, shouted with a stunned look, and that became the final word. An arrow penetrated the horse's head into his chest and blew his body off the horse.

"Huh, scatter je - huh!!

One of the warriors, who concealed his expression with a face cloth, shouts to his companions with an obsessed voice. If you don't make a change in movement, it's just good.

Almost at the same time, kah! and sounds creepy, pleasant.

Hearing the sound of the bow, the warrior of the rushed face cloth pulled his reins abusively. And the horses of the people of the meadows, who were often swallowed, respond to the abrupt instructions of the LORD. Leaning his body, he made a left without killing his speed and took a brilliant dodging motion to show it.

- And as it sucks into it, a poking arrow.

Horse-riding that collapsed with no pain, the rider thrown from the horse raised his voice just between "eh".

- Why? I was doing a dodging exercise.

While stunned, he is beaten to the ground with momentum. Pakibaki, and the flashy sound of the bones breaking and crushing, rolling backwards with the clutter, flows away with the scenery.

"Oh, shit."

Cold sweats erupted from all over the rest of the warriors watching the whole thing.

Even though the (...) sound (...) of the bow (...) was an evasion of (...) or (...) et al. (...), the arrow pierced the target without aiming at it differently.

Now - isn't this, like, seeing the future?

All three of the other people tremble, captured by the fears of incompetence.

But from Kay's point of view, that wasn't a big deal, it was just a technique.

Simply, I saw it.

Shortly after he screamed "scattered," the warrior's eyes in the face cloth moved to the left.

And the muscles of the left arm that hold the reins are stiff before the right arm.

From your gaze and muscle movements, predict your next hand.

Kay simply extended the range of the bow with his powerful vision, a technique that everyone would use in close combat.

but from the other three who had no reason to know such a reason, it was an encounter with the unknown, a fear of a different dimension.

"Fuck, you monster!

One of the screamers leads the arrow, squeezes the bow into a breath, and releases.

But it slipped slightly sideways without hitting Kay, calling in a counterattack arrow instead. Doppa, and he makes a noise with water and air, his neck is chopped off a thousand times and his blood splash blows up.

"Hippie, hippie, hippie!"

"No, no, no, no. Run away. - Whoa!

The other two eat bubbles, pull the reins, and brake sharply, but it was nothing but a bad hand to Kay, who had a bow while swirling counter-clockwise.

Kang, Kang and.

Faster than each horse gets in shape.

The flying arrow bounced off the heads of the two riders.

"…… Is this so?"

Duh, and the body slipping off the horse on his ass, pounding and whining.

Approximately twenty seconds after Kay released his first arrow.

The battle against the eight horsemen, the raiders of the people of the meadows, is over.

But Kay, still without distraction, strikes an arrow from the horse, one at a time, apart from the corpse that he obviously finds dead. Stopping blow. It's from a reflection on the last time I let a bandit get away. Even if one eye sees it as dying, it definitely stops the roots of his breath.

Surviving horses are likewise relentlessly shot if they see a rebellious attitude, and a will to flee. Horses are smart animals. If we leave him alive badly, we may even return to the habitat of the people of the meadows to call our companions. When I came to "This Way," I took Kay and Irene, who were separated, like Mikazuki, who brought me together.

Though pale, Kay was mechanically in the process of ending it.

Seeing a warrior of one meadow people, he stops the movement.

Next to his fallen horse, one warrior entered the ground - Kay was a face cloth warrior who prefaced the evasive movement and hit an arrow.

If you look, you were hit by the impact of the horse's fall, your right arm and left leg were threaded and bent in a strange direction.

Severe fractures - but not enough to lead to death. Such a state.

Sitting on the ground, with a rough breath to soak up the pain, the warrior glanced at Kay with tears.

"……… Woman, huh?"

Pompous. Unexpectedly, words leak out of Kay's mouth.

The face cloth warrior was a young woman a little younger than Kay.

On his face, naturally, a black tattoo is carved, unique to the people of the meadow. But he was still a thick-faced beauty of Asian descent, who could clearly see the making of his eyes and nose. If you look closely, you can see the puffiness of the chest that pushes up the leather breast or the hips that draw feminine curves.

Zugun, and.

Behind her cerebral cord, paralyzed by the smell of blood, Kay realised that some sort of paralyzing sweet sensation would bring her sickle.

…………

I don't know what you thought to Kay staring at this one still, with a horribly faceless look on her face, but the woman who retreated as she dragged her body through her waist bay knife with her left hand and stood toward Kay.

Tears spilled from the sieved, swinging blade tip, caught staring at Kay.

"Kuh......, Kuh, kill it!

With a trembling voice, I scream.

- Even before you told me, it wasn't.

Like I gave it back.

Kei, holding on to the arrow silently, struck an unconstitutional blow into the woman's face.

Zuchu, makes a damp noise, and the arrow dives deep into the woman's right eye. The woman, spraying blood from her ears and nose, flipped over on her back like a broken thread puppet, cramping her body fine as it was. He looks too funny to call it the remnants of his life.

My vision is shaking as if I had been drunk. A heart beat that sounds strangely loud, unlike in battle. Kay, who could not tell what this feeling of tightening her chest was, just looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.

"…… Kay!

And, from afar, Eileen's voice. If you look forward like you've been bounced, Irene, the wooden one, is rushing with a worried look.

"…… It's over, huh?

Before the bodies scattered around her, Irene, blue-white-faced, asked, shrugging.

"Yeah. It's all gone."

Kay, who looked in the direction of the day after tomorrow while fixing the position of the face cloth, answers concisely.

"Oh well............ Ugh."

The direction of the wind changed, and Irene, who had fallen under the wind, was sprayed with the scent of blood all at once. Holding her mouth down, Irene leaned down unexpectedly and looked open at the body of the woman who was rolling further at her feet.

"…… Woman?

"…… oh. I didn't realize that because I was wearing a face cloth. So I couldn't help it."

Keeping her eyes off, Kay said so quickly.

I was scared to look at Eileen.

…………

"……… I'll look at something else."

Unable to withstand the silence, the sleaze and Kay moved to the location of the other bodies and began fishing for goods. As I gathered the golden-eyed objects, Aileen came to my side less than a few minutes later and crouched on a nearby body.

"…… I'll help too."

"No, fine. Eileen doesn't have to."

Irene with a white face like paper. Kay dismissed the suggestion while making it feel light because it was obviously the discovery that was making it impossible.

"Okay, but I can't believe I let Kay do it alone, like,"

"Uh, that's it, then, will you keep an eye on the horse so he doesn't run away? They're near Sasquatch."

If anything, point to Sasquatch eating grass nearby, Kay. Around Sasquatch, three horses are waving their tails, eating grass just like Sasquatch. A horse of a particularly submissive character among the rides of the people of the meadows.

These three heads decided to take them alive, so Eileen was asked to take charge of the watch.

"…… Hey, Kay."

"Hmm?"

Irene calls out as she sorts quality arrows from the arrows of the people of the meadows.

"What?"

"If it's a 'over here' world, do women, too, fight normally"

"…… I don't know. I don't know."

All I could say was, I don't know. There's too little data to answer seriously, and to Irene now, I didn't want to.

"It's just, well... man or woman, but I guess when you die, the 'over here' world..."

When Kay muttered like she was talking to herself, Eileen briefly returned "Oh, my God."

Ultimately, on numerous good quality arrows, the first quantity of silver coins, copper coins, and ornaments and other golden-eyed objects, Kays also put as much household goods, weapons, etc. as possible on the horses he caught before leaving again for the east.

Kay told Sasquatch that Eileen was to ride on one head with a particularly calm personality and the other two were to be used as carriers of luggage.

On the road, without much conversation, making sure to walk together into the streets and push through the meadows, less than an hour.

Moving from the hilly area to the flat ground, as my vision opened, I could see a huge river - the "Morra" - and a city with a large wall.

A city where the produce of neighboring villages is gathered and crowded with many merchants and craftsmen.

Kay and Irene arrived in the castle city of Satina.