Vermillion

At the castle gate of Dylannylen, as in other cities, armed gatekeepers refrained.

Boneless short spears with an emphasis on stubbornness, sheet metal fabricated leather armor that does not inhibit movement. Hands, shins, helmets, etc. are not uniform in design, and each is finely adjusted to be easy to use.

In contrast to the guards of Wolvern and Satina, who were pushing their looks and sense of unity forward, a group without shards of glamour. In addition, the gatekeeper himself is full of men with bad mercenary patterns, with scratches on his cheeks and crushed eyes. That attitude of service was not good for flattery, and it was as if those who leaned against the wall unwillingly, drunk in a jar, or piped.

Without the red-white sagging that you are wearing all together and the red and white flags that hang over the castle gate, you might not even have recognized them as gatekeepers in the first place.

There was no rigorous baggage screening like Satina's drug control, but the gatekeepers thought, "Suspicious" from time to time - passers-by were stopped, do it. Show me your bags. Show me your ID, but they were wearing this obsession.

And naturally, Kay was stopped, too.

Eileen couldn't help but wonder why she was the only one through and Kay, but when she presented the identity card of Wolvern's honorary citizen, the gatekeeper who had followed her obsession grew as big as a salt-dried Namekuji. It is possible that he was freed without anything, but could not have crossed the castle gate without his ID.

"It's worth the tournament."

"It's true. I'm so glad you got citizenship! I wish I could see the gatekeeper's face when I showed him my ID!

Irene laughs happily off as she slaps Bashibashi and Kay on the back. Behind the caring brightness that inspires Kay, anger seeps at the irresistible gatekeeper. As she tries to delude herself into the wind that set it aside, Kay thinks it looks like Eileen.

"Absolutely, like power."

With a bitter smile, Kay also let her shrug her shoulders small again. Horseback riding is forbidden throughout the city, so he walks in as he pulls Sasquatch's reins.

Miscellaneous city.

Dylan Nillen's, that's the end of the impression.

Stone principal-style houses and wooden architecture characteristic of the northern earth, with many curves, are in disorder. Based on a rectangular stone building, it was also scattered forcefully renovated in wood into the folk style of a snowfield.

Many of the signs are accompanied by alphabetical and Cyrillic characters, and you can just walk down the main street and hear Russian conversations from their place. The people of the plains and the people of the snowfields will only be able to see in this city, even though the principality is wide open.

(... but that sounds odd)

With a hard face, Kay makes his gaze wander to the right and to the left.

- I'm not comfortable.

It's like tingling and paralyzing your spine.

There was too much prick, and blatant hostility.

Just walking down the road, passers-by avoid nature and kay. Despite the overflow of people on the boulevard, there were only pompous holes around Kay. The store owner who displays the product admits Kay's appearance and stops talking about the women who had the well side meeting as if they had shown each other.

The people of the snowfields and the people of the plains, regardless.

Everyone and he were looking at each other.

…………

Even when I started living in Wolvern, I felt awesome at first - but this is an anomaly in boulders. When I got here, it was even puzzling through the discomfort.

"That sounds weird."

Eileen, who was coming next door at some point, squeaks bossly. "Oh," Kay nodded, as vaguely as he could not measure what was going on.

The city in time of war, even if they say so, is likely to convince me. However, I don't know why they are so hostile when they say that they have not caused any particular noise.

"... let's not dare to find an inn"

"You're staying here?

Irene still looks up at the sun shining with her at the top of the sky and raises an unpleasant voice. Kay caressed his jaw with a sinister face, though, he perceived what he was about to say.

"Well, I'm not too wacky to say I love this city. It's too steep to step into the famous' Northern Land 'without a field investigation, isn't it?

"……… hmm."

Besides, Irene also had a difficult face. Often, the two of us looked at each other in the middle of a round trip, but they said, "I'm in the way!" Return to me to the evil of the passers-by and start walking again.

"... I can't even think about Othiochi."

"Looking for an inn after all? … o (...) le (...) but"

"Can I ask for it?

"Leave it to me."

Irene, who laughed nicely, deposited Suzuka's reins with Kay and then stepped into the crowd. Swinging blonde ponytail - slightly loosening her gait, Kay quietly watched the girl go as she swimmed and drew people's waves.

Irene, with a nostalgic smile, actively speaks to the residents. He seems to be making use of the Russian language and turning to ask the people mainly of the snowfields for their way. The young man and others in particular among those spoken to had broken up with the snare and answered Eileen's question with a glance.

Some of them were going straight into Napa mode, but it's funny to see Irene change her expression as soon as she shows Kay in the rear as she says something. The reactions of those who are stunned, those who turn their backs as if they were stunned, those who sigh and lose interest are varied. Although Kay was somewhat out of sight to avoid irritating his opponent.

Then he walked slowly enough and around reaching the city centre, Eileen returned from gathering information.

"………… What is wrong with you?

"Hmmm...... sort of. I know all about it."

but its complexion is unobtrusive. Irene answered powerlessly, mindful of the eyes of those around her.

"…… It's a little hard to talk about here. Let's get out of town."

"Outside?

Tickles and Kay's eyebrows bounce. But I asked for more explanations. I guess there's a good reason why Irene would say that. Shut up and return Suzuka's reins.

Turn back the way you came and go out of the city from the south gate.

You remembered your face about your ID, and you walked away from the gatekeeper, who looked suspiciously at the Kays who had turned back.

At first, the stone walls, which seemed to reject the others, remained as expressionless as ever when I looked back. Walk silently to Eileen, who holds her mouth and sinks into thinkings, whirling the anxiety in her chest about what the hell happened.

Eventually, down the road and as he reached the unpopular tree, Eileen sighed out of her shoulders.

"Ha ha……. Not at all what I was hearing."

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Sitting back and forth, Kay asks. "Thank you very much," Irene lowered her back to the tree stump opposite her as she voyed. From the appearance of a cheek wand on his knees, there is some unfaithful and rotten air.

One breath down, Eileen cut out.

"- In conclusion, the people of the meadows are rampaging on the west side of the street."

"What? The people of the meadows?

Blink Kay for information you didn't expect.

"... why is there a people in the North, in the meadows?

"Come on. I don't know why. Horse thieves who have been out for about a month are rampaging around on the west side of the street. Travelers, pedestrians, merchants attacked, logistics in the vicinity is stalled or something... I'm talking about a number of settlements being burned and women and children being mercilessly killed. I'm buying a lot of grudges."

"... Oh, my God."

Kay held her forehead so she could have a headache.

"Is that the kind of wacko that everyone was upset about me (...) versus (...) and (...) doing it?"

In "Here," Kay's appearance is infinitely closer to that of the people of the meadows. From Kay's point of view, his own Japanese-style face and the dark prominence of the continental system of the people of the meadows are completely different things, but you won't be able to tell that from the people of the snowfields or the people of the plains.

It's not hard to imagine what the residents thought to Kay, who slipped into the city.

If you do that, those gatekeepers may also have just been true to their duties. While meadow people are rampant not so far from the city, anyone stops a man dressed as a meadow people if he tries to enter the city. Kay might have stopped if he was in a position.

"...... What size thief are you? That horse thief and all that."

"It seems certain it's not the ten or there. According to the story, it's a hundred people."

Hundreds of people, and the number of them, rebelled in his mouth, and Kay snapped and spread the map out of his chest. On parchment, gently finger through the rugged mountains, separating the principality from the North.

"... fifty even if you asked half the story. How do we get to the North with such an adult population...... It wouldn't be a wack to pass through the Dylannylen in grandeur, but did you bypass the mountains from the sea or did you split into groups and cross the mountains?"

"Looks like Dylan Nillen hasn't been through. All of a sudden, he came out around the streets and started rumouring... that he was crossing the Great Forest."

Irene's whitefish-like fingertips, peering into the map, point to the western mountainous areas.

"It's not on the map, but the mountains here are pretty low altitude, and they can walk over it. Just like Dylan Nillen."

"But this forest is only [deep (avis)], right?

[Deep] - This is an area where monsters, such as the Great Forest Lizard (Green Salamandel) and the Great Bear (Grandurus), can walk. Inside [DEMONDAL] 's game, careful preparation and excellent outfitting made it impossible for even advanced players to return alive.

At the very least, it is not a place where the inhabitants of this world, who do not benefit from the strengthening of their bodies by the crest, can step in. Not to mention if that's also a large number of people.

Alternatively, the people of the meadows are lacking in witchcraft, although the story may be different if they are also under the shelter of powerful magicians. There is a Spiritual Faith (Sharmanism) culture, but it does not have the skill to interact with and serve the Spirit.

"Well, that's just a" rumor. "I don't know if you've actually stepped through the woods."

Saying so, Eileen posed for a small lift.

"- But you're sure there's no other route. Like landing from the sea, they haven't been witnessed in coastal areas, and they haven't been harmed by horse thieves around routes that cross mountains to the east. It's like it's really gushing out, and all of a sudden there's damage to the streets."

"Uh-huh... that's a mystery"

Kay drops her eyes on a map spread out on the ground and strokes her jaw.

The earth to the north is vast. Even if you take a sip west of the street, the land is much larger than the Kays have traveled. There are woods, rivers flow, hills continue, and wasteland exposes to dry soil. Kay laughed sarcastically, wondering if it was worth the rush.

"Mostly isolated and helpless, how's the supply going? It's been a month, hasn't it?

"When you burned down the settlement. But you're taking supplies and stuff, aren't you? There are lakes and rivers in the west."

"…… the people of the bloody snowfield often leave it alone."

"No, naturally, the surrounding cities and settlements sent out as many warriors as they could. But I would never bowl with a large crusader. Even if they try to siege it and burn it out, they'll detect it beforehand and run away - and vice versa, a small or pre-rendezvous squad will be ambushed and devastated."

"…… those are the big ones."

Kay distorted the edge of his mouth, but his expression is still stiff.

It is not unusual that the pursuit continues to rage for a month in isolated, defenceless and unprofitable circumstances. While I admire how well you do it, I have similar feelings about how annoying it is.

Should we honor the bravery of the horse thieves or lament the incompetence of the crusaders - that's what Kay remembered about the warrior Alexei of the people of Fujiwara.

Never forget, the journey from Satina to Wolvern. Changed sense of distance with Eileen, gained experience as a caravan escort, and was on the first rare road to be blown a duel in reality (real).

- I visited Dylan Nillen and have found out one thing.

That doesn't mean that there are good warriors like Alexei everywhere, even in the North. Only the big city had a large number of mothers and saw some fierce warriors, but not so many were as hectic as Alexei.

Return the back and you will be there for a certain number. But that pigsty young man was just intensely impressed, and when it came to the North, he imagined a land like that, "If you throw a stone, you'll hit a monstrous warrior."

"- It seems that even the people of the snowfield are suspicious because there are insiders and the information is leaking."

Return to me, Irene, who will explain it to me with her face.

"……… What's wrong? Kay."

"…… No,"

Both clear eyes stared at Kay. I had that feeling, staring back at the cooler blue than the sky, softening my chest. Kay shook her head at Irene, who tilted her little neck strangely,

"I was thinking about the people of the snowfield. In this situation, rubbing inside is what they think of the pot."

"Nah. The residents of the city also felt frustrated with the crusaders who could hardly achieve results. Especially since there seems to be a lot of clattering between tribes here."

"As long as it takes..."

For a short time, Eileen seems to have gathered all the information she needs. That's right, her native language has different degrees of freedom, and so on, Kay arms up and thinks.

I was able to understand the general situation. So what are we going to do?

"……… hmm."

Eileen also put her arms together and raised her roar, imitating Kay.

"... what are we gonna do with this, Kay?"

"Valgren-Plans are no longer available."

Based on the advice of Wolvern intellectuals, former (...) "silver-haired mushroom hair" Mr. Valgren-Kremlat, the Kays had set a rough route for their journey.

Drop your eyes on the map again. In the middle of the paper, the streets of Brachiya stretch north and south.

Priority was given to personal safety in the original plans, staying away from insecure areas, and the policy was to avoid travelling as far as possible alone. First, we managed to locate the caravan, accompany them and head north on Brachiya Avenue. Aim for Beryansk, a huge city comparable to Dylannylen. Next, the two of us take advantage of the horse's legs to head east, rushing all the way through the plains to the nearby city of Nafaire. From there, we were going to make our way to Sharito, the closest settlement to the final destination, the Devil's Forest.

"" Around Brachiya Street is safe. "- First, the premise collapsed."

"You mushroom father... that's a completely different story."

"Isn't it only recently that the horse thief came out? I'm sorry to blame you for that Jen, he's a wizard but not a prophet... and now he's not even my mushroom father"

"Wolvern popped up like that, but I wonder what's wrong with the snail"

"Come on......"

After all, they haven't found the cuttlefish that was blown away by Sieve. I wish I had a spare, but without it I would be forced to live as I am.

"The telescope is broken..."

"Honestly, you're afraid to go back to Wolvern. What if they make me pay?"

"Anyway, that telescope looks expensive..."

"I don't expect to be billed for taking that time... I hate to think so..."

The two of us looked at each other and sighed from neither.

"Ma, that's not true."

"I don't care now."

slightly modify that thought was flowing in the direction of escape from reality.

"What are you going to do? Do you want to stop and turn back this time?

"That's right."

To Kay of Prudence Theory, Eileen sighed and looked up at the sky.

Far away. A blurry look, more like trying to count the invisible stars of the day than thinking.

"... Kay, what do you think would happen if I turned back now?

"What happens?

"In two weeks it will be autumn. If I waited for most of them to cool down, it would be winter in no time. Then I'll have to postpone my journey until next spring."

Eileen sits gymnastically on the stump and holds both knees. A sincere eye looked directly at Kay.

"I don't think it's necessarily going to get any better when I get back out there."

"……… Hmm."

"Horse thieves are just rampant in the western region now. Even here, the notoriety of" The People of the Meadows "is blowing... but on the contrary, that's all. East of here, I don't think we've got much to talk about yet."

As we speak, Irene's voice gradually gets feverish.

"So if we head east now, I think we can avoid unwarranted discrimination and persecution. Conversely, the more time passes, the more stories of horse thieves will be passed on to the east side as well... for Kay when we get it back next year,... well, the situation was even worse... something could happen"

"... to the point of becoming"

"So... if you want to go, it's about time..."

And Eileen turned away.

"I was wondering if it might be now......, I think"

Although it was unusual for Eileen and she was in poor condition with a tooth cut.

"That makes sense."

Kay nodded face-to-face.

Worsening of security around the streets, or trouble Kay himself is mistaken for an enemy. To avoid the risk, Kay thought he should see how things went temporarily, but especially Irene's claim. There is nowhere to be found, such as a guarantee that the situation will improve over time.

And most importantly - I feel Eileen's strong will to go to the Devil's Forest as soon as possible, to go and explore the causes of this metastasis phenomenon. Of course, some risks are well known.

(Eileen wonders if she wants to go home)

- I don't know. But at least he wants to know if he can go home.

Kay hasn't rushed to find out what caused it, and he doesn't need to rush it.

But Eileen is different - as if she fears something she has embraced will weather, and I see a sense of impatience tickling in her side as well. If you miss this time now, there's also a sense of crisis that you won't have another chance.

(Then I don't know how to say this)

Something to say - I can't.

"Okay,"

Grabbing the map, Kay smiled.

"Let's rethink the route. He's not very dangerous."

"……… yeah."

In response, Eileen also nodded with a smile.

A smile that's going to disappear now.

†††

Tens of minutes after discussing across the map, Kay and the others developed the following route.

At the moment, there are three options that the Kays can take.

One continues eastward through the Principality, via a peripheral city called "Ozero", on a route beyond the mountains. The distance on the paper is the shortest, but the steep mountains have to be crossed, and there is no equipment for climbing.

Another route is off the streets and across the vast plains northeast after passing through Dylannylen. In words, it's simple, but even though it's in the plains, you have to go down a road without a path. In addition, few settlements existed because it was a lean land with few water resources, making it difficult to replenish supplies along the way. We can still work out the water and food for the Kays, but it's fatal that Sasquatch and Suzuka's drinking water can't be secured.

Hence this route is also bottomless. It will take the last one left.

"Egor" streets, smaller than Brathia streets. It's a route that goes east along the mountain range, hits a river that flows south, and then heads north all at once. It was considered relatively easy to replenish supplies due to the large number of forests and trees instead of turning large and the number of small villages and settlements along the streets.

According to Mr. Valgren's information, the area appears to be "less secure" - but there is no choice but to take some risks. Compared to being attacked by a horse thief, it would be better.

Refill all the food with Dylannylene and head east all the way.

Kay and Irene, it's an easy trip for two on the horse.

Compared to the Principality, vegetation changed and trees and conifers became more prominent. At the foot of the mountain on the principality side was covered by forests, but on the northern earth side, the soil seems to be a little thin, and the tree stands out with neglected trees.

Still, birds and goat-like creatures were seen, so Kay laughed that potable water could be sourced in the corners and, if needed, food. Eileen says you can't find it in your regular sight.

Holding Sasquatch's reins and enjoying a different landscape from that of the Principality, he proceeds at a rushing speed.

but after a while, Valgren's meaning of the word "insecure" became twitchy.

First of all, the streets are in very poor condition. The cobblestones laid out are noticeably cracked, and all are so lacking that they are likely to interfere with carriage traffic. I'm lonely - or rather, the villages I see along the way have a quiet atmosphere, and the villagers dressed as poor ministers have been turning their gaze on me, sticky.

"After all, are we already telling the story of the horse thief?

Anxiously, Irene at the rear asks.

"I don't know... either way, it's not a welcome mood."

Kay answered with a hard voice, firmly confirming the feel of the "Dragon Scale Throughout (Dragon Stinger)" on his left hand, once again tightening his mind that he could not be alarmed.

(...... but it is still a good experience for a troop escort)

I think so with attention to my entire vision.

Now Kay was alert to his surroundings, but he was never overly distracted and was able to moderately pull out his shoulders and hold his field of view wide. I'm not so aware of it, but if anything moves within my vision, I can sense it right away.

Kay thinks he learned this modest way of losing power from his companions at the merchant escort in a short time.

Even now, for example, when I wondered if there was any discomfort in the bush at the end of the road, the deer parents and children popped up. If you think you felt your gaze from the top of your head, a white bird stops at the branch and stares down. If you look to the right, you will see Bobcat looking at you from the shade of the tree.

I am impressed with myself that I have come to understand every detail.

An arrow may suddenly fly, a trap may be on the road, a robber may jump out of the shadows - in a world where life is in danger if you are caught off guard, but such dry air is really well tamed to your body.

Is it because you're used to it or is this alarming too?

I can't judge you objectively, but at least tell myself it shouldn't be a bad thing not to feel like a burden. Sighed Kay unconsciously, stroking an arrow barrel bracketed in his saddle.

Then, would he have been running for about two hours? As the day began to tilt and we were beginning to talk about how to spend the night, the Kays reached a small settlement.

It is a rural village known as Road Village, with dwellings on both sides of the road. All the settlements along the street of Egor were snug in this, but this village was - relatively better.

At least the door of the house isn't leaning or anything, and there's no wind painting on the spider's nest and coal. The residents were also somewhat more favorable than other settlements. The villagers seemed to speak only Russian, but Eileen said the village chief would offer them an overnight stay in good faith.

Kay and the others thankfully decided to accept the offer because they were also anxious to stay in the wild in a strange land.

Sasquatch and Suzuka are kept, luggage is placed in a qualitative room like the storage of the village chief's house and invited to a seat in the evening.

To the gray-haired village chief, his wife's old wife, a couple of sons, a man and a woman, three young children. The whole family was crowded in a living room lit by the warm lights of the lamp. I just pulled it out of the warehouse, and Kay and the others take their seats.

―― ――

―― ―― ――

As the village chief and Eileen chatted in Russian, Kay, who had gotten out of hand, looked around the house for a moment.

"This is how this house is built..."

A simple structure such as this would happen if a child were allowed to paint a house on a thatched roof not seen in the Principality. The kids are laughing at Kay.

At first, Kay had a loving laugh at the thought of whether she was unusual among races, etc. - but it didn't take long for her to feel something that caught her heart.

(What...? Those eyes………)

Back in the year, the top was about ten years old and the bottom was probably about four years old. It was a combination of brother, sister, youngest brother, etc. - Kay feels uncomfortable in those eyes.

There was an uncomfortable light there that could only be described as something - a little cunning.

(I'm being ridiculed...?

First, I suspected a young but late sense of discrimination, but it felt a little different than being licked because it was interracial.

You noticed Kay in suspicion, his mother sitting next to him slapping him in the hand of her eldest son pointing to Kay.

After a while, the meal was brought.

That's when I realized. No one in this house was cooking.

I brought the dish in a quintessential piercing coat.

"- Meadow people?

Kay wouldn't be the only one who got distracted. Eileen, who was interested in chatting next door, had also stopped talking for a moment.

It was the two meadow people who brought the dishes of cooking with them. They are both women and have unique tattoos on their faces, but they are only skinny because they are fitted with iron collars. They both had a slightly surprising breeze when they saw Kay, but quietly arranged the dishes on the table as they were, constantly resigning the room.

"What is it now…………………"

When Eileen asked the village chief a word or two when she heard Kay whine, he smiled,

"ероророро."

I answered.

"…… a slave."

Irene whispers with a troubled face.

"Is that so………"

Kay could only look troubled. But at the same time, it felt like it was falling on my chest.

Refresh your mind, it's finally dinner. Eileen reached for one of the soup plates arranged on the table, but the village chief gently stopped it, offering Kay and Eileen a dish a little more luxurious in utensils than the others.

"…… It's a traditional dish that entertains guests in this village."

"... ho"

At least, the smell looked delicious. There is something unique about the aroma of spices. The village chiefs had a loving laugh that peeked into Kay's mood.

"Well, thank you."

"Right."

Seeing the Kays start eating, the village chiefs also put their hands on their own plates. Is it courtesy of this village to wait for its guests to start eating?

The traditional dishes and dishes of the village are cream soups with pork, root vegetables and leafy vegetables. It had a sour taste like Zawarclout, and the soup had a good taste of stock and was very tasty. but the smell of herbs similar to coriander is somewhat floating.

In addition, black bread, dried fruit, and roasted sausage were offered additionally, and even distilled liquor was behaved in small quantities. A luxurious meal that doesn't seem like a rural village. But for Kay, sometimes the words didn't make sense, but it was like watching - as if observing - the family's gaze bothered me so much that I didn't really enjoy the evening.

After the meal, Eileen also cuts up the chat early and pulls the two of us into the room provided.

"Phew. I'm so hungry."

"Oh......"

In bright shape, Eileen pounds and slaps her belly. Posan, and on the sleeping table where there is only one, the two of us sit side by side.

"……… I was surprised by the slaves"

"Nah. When I asked, during the Battle, a large number of slave meadow people were sold off to the North. Since then, the... I don't know, sometimes' arrive 'because there's a slave like that."

"I see…………"

Kay tried to convince me that the kids were honest, but still, something caught on. I felt restless for some reason.

"…… hey Eileen. What did you think of the inhabitants of this village?

"……… hmm."

When I asked, I guess Eileen had something to think of again.

"……………… It's frigid, isn't it?

"Eileen thinks so, too."

"Yeah. Something like that…………"

Nature and the tone of their voices drops.

"I think hospitality is too generous for a traveler who is just going away."

"I thought so, too. And then I'm going to look at it like I'm going to explore it."

"Actually, I'm trying to attack my sleep by feeding him hungry and swallowing alcohol..."

"…… then what?

"It's even harder to move now… well, it's appropriate to pay a thank you and leave the village now, is it Ali?"

"Hmm, that's right………"

Eileen roared and thought for a while, but eventually she hit her hand with a pound,

"Yes, let's set it up with vigilant witchcraft. All you have to do is freak him out when something happens, and if it's a human opponent, the hatchet works."

"I like that."

Eileen thus manifested Kerstin and set up vigilant witchcraft for interpersonal use at the door of the room.

Originally the sleeping area was small and the two of us could not satisfactorily roll over, so Kay sat down to bring it to the wall and knee-pillow Irene. Neither Kay nor Eileen disarm, but sleep in position to be able to move anytime in case.

"Good night, Kay"

"Night, Eileen."

Irene starts to sleep easily with Kay's knees overlaid with cloth on her pillow. Kay can't relax much physically, so (I guess I won't be able to sleep that deep...) and so on, while the sleeper attacked me and invited me to sleep.

And late at night.

Things have happened.

―― ――

Wild Russian screams. As Kay opens her eyes and awakens, Eileen jumps the blanket and jumps up.

If you look, the door to the room was open and a man swallowed by a black shadow rolled around on the floor.

"He's the village chief, Koz!

"Again!

Behind the village chief there was also the figure of a couple of sons sitting around like a lamp out of their hips with one hand.

[- Liberigxu.]

In Irene's words, the shadows that were cluttering mist. From inside, he crawled to the floor with a bright blue face and a frightening village chief appeared.

―― ―― ――

When Eileen asks what is going on in a harsh tone, the village chief begins to elucidate herself as she flirts. Kay stared at the son and his wife behind him with his "dragon scale through" in one hand and his left hand in the pattern of his lower back sword.

"- Huh!"

Around the end of the village chief's explanation to some extent, Eileen had a drink.

―― ――……

As Eileen began to speak in a low voice and in a horrible tone, the cold-sweated village chief and his son and his wife lay flat on the spot shaking. I'm not sure what's going on, but Kay can't help but hang around next door because Eileen won't break her high-pressure attitude.

The son and his wife, who were then ordered to do something, jumped out of the house, and Kay, prompted by Eileen's gaze, also went outside with her luggage.

Surprisingly, several villagers with pine lights, sickles, sticks, etc. were waiting outside the house. They all admitted or denied Kay's appearance, but when Eileen casts Kerstin's shadow with intimidation, she runs away like a spider child scattered.

To replace it, the son and his wife came back with Sasquatch and Suzuka.

――――

As Eileen said with a dignified face, her son and his wife pulled into the house as they lowered their heads.

"All right, let's go, Kay"

"Oh, wow."

Bracket your luggage in a saddle of sasquatches and leave the village with the sleaze. Neither Sasquatch nor Suzuka have such a good night's eye that Kay pulls the reins to lead the way.

"……… Buffoo."

Though he kept silent for a while, he was unable to enjoy himself enough away from the village to blow out of either.

As I lost my mind, the two of us often laugh at each other in tease.

"Oh. That was a masterpiece, when it comes to the frightening of those village chiefs"

Wiping the tears that came out of laughing too much, Kay. Irene across Suzuka stretched her chest.

"- That was a pretty famous act, wasn't it?

"Yeah. Rafe-Fines was a surprise villain, too - so what did you tell the village chiefs? He seemed scared."

"Hey, I'm not saying a big deal." I am the great dark sorcerer! Let's curse the whole family for what we missed if we were adults! How are you feeling? "

"Is that all?

"And then, well, all sorts of things with threats." Shall I drive the three grandchildren crazy and feed them to each other? "Or" Death and Sang, shall I use you as a corpse doll forever? "

"Don't be ridiculous."

So, "Oh, yeah," Eileen hit her hand as she remembered.

"Speaking of which, that 'traditional dish' is him. The mayor made a confession on his own, and he said he was poisoned."

"What!?

I look down at my body unintentionally, but - there's nothing wrong with it.

"Poison, even though he seems to be a sleeping pill. But we have" physical strengthening "………………"

"Oh… it doesn't work with half-breed poison. Thank you…………"

Talking about that, but I can't even walk all night, so I decided to go wild on a tree stand a little off the street.

Pick up the burning trees, gather the stones, and light the charcoal.

The warm lights of the flames scattered the darkness of the moon and night. Consider the angle of the surrounding bushes, create an impromptu wall with a spare blanket, etc., and devise ways to prevent the lights from leaking out of the wood as far as possible.

"Alert magic, do you still want to use it here?

"Please."

"Okay, let's try the alarm."

Irene, who fished her luggage, took out a small machine, like a caller and a balance, and Teco integrated.

A month spent in Wolvern.

The Kays didn't spend all their time looking into anything.

Based on the transition to this world and the greater flexibility of the Spirit's thinking, it was repeated that the magic could not be applied in a new way.

Among other things, this "alarm (alarm)" created by Eileen can be considered very groundbreaking.

[Kerstin, kage-jitsu, naru-ko.]

When Eileen offers the crystal, the shadow at her feet sways in all directions. We've set up a line of enemies around us.

Until now, it's nothing like the vigilant witchcraft that even the caravan escorts used.

"Okay, here's the rest..."

Eileen put a chunk of crystal on the "alarm" receptacle she put on the ground. The hammered crystal lifts the small hammer above the call bell with no sound in Teco's mechanism.

This "alarm" mechanism is even simpler.

If an "enemy" enters within a 50-meter radius, Kerstin performs shadowy intimidation on the intruder.

And at the price of that, Eileen makes a pact to dedicate the crystal on the receptacle to Kerstin additionally - The crystal, which will be 'dedicated', is automatically restored and extinguished to magic power in accordance with the contract, and the hammer, which has lost its hammer, falls and rings the call bell.

This apparatus, and the innovativeness of the spell, is in that it allowed physical interference to Kerstin, albeit limited.

Originally an incarnation of thin lights and only a lower spirit, Kerstin has a very low ability to physically interfere instead of being low-fuel efficient. Therefore, in the vigilant magic used in the company escort, the attention caused by the shadow painting was at best, and when the watch fell asleep, it could not be warned until it woke up.

However, Irene focused on the fact that even the lower spirits, Kerstin, can only be reduced to magic - that is, the extinction of objects - as long as the catalyst used for the surgical ceremony. And the idea of using that catalyst as a hammer made it possible to achieve two objectives simultaneously: "intimidating the enemy" and "ringing the bell".

This will allow us to deal smoothly with the invasion of external enemies, even if we don't take turns at night, if one of us keeps it to a level of sleep that can respond to the call bell. By the time it's a revolutionary journey for both of us, we'll be able to relieve the hardships of the night shift.

At least from what we examined in Wolvern, no tools existed to use the catalyst in these ways. At the moment, Kay and the others are stepping on the idea that Irene's magic depends on the Big Book of Surgery, and that the "alarm machine" itself is just a machine that can't be called a magic device, but slowly, if you have even a crystal available, you can create a magic device that can be used by the average person.

Working with the Cornwell Chamber of Commerce would do some pretty interesting business. There is no concept of patent in this world, and the mechanism is simple, so it will be possible for other magicians to reproduce it, but Irene's overwhelming needs still prevent her from doing her job.

"Yeah, in that sense, I'm looking forward to going home."

After saying so, Kay picked up on his own words, 'go home'.

"Well, I guess I'm sleepy because I just got beat up."

Eileen has no wind to worry about and has a small stretch.

"…… Eileen should go to bed first. I'll do the night shift."

Led to the trunk of the tree as she sat down, Kay made her laugh thinly. "Oh, my God?" Eileen, who pulled a blanket out of her luggage, laid a mat of leather on the ground and fell asleep with Cotten.

Put Kay's knee on the pillow.

"…… are you having trouble sleeping?

"I like this. …… good night"

Irene leaned over Kay's concerns and began to sleep quietly as she did.

…………

Warm flame lights. Shaking light and shadow. Cold night wind. The air of land I don't know.

Only half a moon, like I saw one day, is watching the Kays gently.

Kay threw a dead branch into the burning fire that made a sound with his pussy. Fire powder scatters, flutters and ashes rise.

"Return, or……………"

Unexpectedly, I groaned pompously. Impulsively, he was stroking Irene's head with the blonde hair at hand. Treat it as if it were even broken so as not to interfere with its sleep.

- This is how he's safe, but he attacked his sleep after he poisoned him.

Such a feeling of reality creeps me out.

(- Eileen, do you want to go home?)

And then again, that's where it all ends. When I recognized I was alone, it was a stubborn idea that I couldn't leave. As a matter of course, there is no answer.

There's no answer.

And I caught my eye on Eileen's alarm, right next door.

Slow down, they say, as long as they have crystals, they make a model that anyone can use.

That means - even Kay can use it.

Even if Eileen is gone.

…………

Shaking his head, Kay closed his eyes and hit the back of his head against the tree trunk.

Inadvertently, I wanted to benefit from this alarm and sleep to the full.

Feeling Irene's temperature on her knees.

- Nothing now, without thinking.