Vermillion

It was a clearer awakening than ever before.

"... Huh?

Feels like it slowly floats from the bottom of the water to the surface of the water. Open your eyes softly to the gentle sunlight.

Fresh breeze, moderate warmth air. Sleepiness slips out of my body softly. I woke up my upper body as I rubbed my eyes. Some kind of comfort, nature and grand absences, similar to tiredness, emerge. I fell asleep on the ground again and stretched out my thoughtful body. Relax muscles all over your body. As if it were a beast.

'The Beast' - No, should I rather call it 'The Monster'?

Brown scales covering the entire body, tiny yellow eyes, musculoskeletal body, a jaw large enough to likely swallow the baby whole. The mouth is lined with teeth as sharp as a knife. A thin tongue jumped out of the gap between his teeth licked the air. The face, obviously, is not human either. Reverse triangular, somewhere contour reminiscent of reptiles - lizards or 'dragons'. The thick, long tail stretching out of her glutes is shaking loosely in her upper mood.

Exactly what you deserve to call 'out-of-the-way'. However, only the posture of sitting clad on the ground and the trick of scratching the golden hair on his head with his sleeping eye still gives him a strange human odor.

"…… Hmm? Where? Coco."

And the dragon man (Dragonia) Bernard returned to me, and looked around a little hastily.

Sunny, idyllic wood. And in the midst of the growing trees, the ruins of stone that nestle in secluded hiding.

Often, he is distracted and blinks his eyes. but a little while later, I admitted to the burnout marks beside me and my memory came back last night.

Pursuit in the game. Fighting other players. Mysterious fog that appeared near the fortress village of Wolvern. And - and what happened? I can't remember it clearly, as if it had been a shock.

But something happened in the fog.

Therefore, I am now in 'here'.

"That's right, that's right, something's gone wrong! I remember."

Hit the basin and knee, Bernard. Then he accidentally beat his horse to death, burned the meat, ate it until he was full, and fell asleep to his fullness.

Together with my friends...

"I fell asleep a long time ago yeh...... hey Koo! Illis!"

Using the power of his tail, Bernard stands up. "I sleep too much for anything, I wish you'd wake me up -" I just tried to say, holding my mouth.

The 'buddies' appeared nowhere.

Only the chitchat...... and the birds chirp, sounds wooden.

"... ahhh?

A strange look. Bernard distorts its reptile face. Earlier, the tail is shaking restlessly. All that was left was traces of burnt fire, horse meat that couldn't be eaten, and rough weapons in hand.

Bernard was alone.

…………

- They left me.

When you have an understanding of it.

On the tree, the roar of the elusive monster echoed.

†††

Then it took a while for Bernard to settle down.

"Shit, he's kidding me!

While devouring the rest of the horse meat, Bernard follows in the footsteps of his' former companion '.

For once, it was not so difficult for him to find traces of horse hooves stretching straight south from the camp.

Deep sleep by the unnatural - if you think that was a coma curse (serious) by Koo's covenant spirits, "The Fantasy Spirit" and "Dalran," then you are convinced. Convinced, I am angry at myself for being caught off guard and properly fitted during the procedure. And there was nothing I could do to get angry.

"Fuck, fuck, he and I will definitely make you regret it......!

Bernard roars as he runs, as if trying to exhale a boiling emotion in the back of his chest. Due to the physical condition, and the damage to the horse meat left behind, it shouldn't be that long since the Koos left.

The horse's feet are fast, but if the dragonman's physical abilities allow him to catch up, Bernard stepped on them.

Fortunately, thanks to a good night's sleep, you are (...) feeling well. I am firmly determined that I will never let you get away.

- Why did the Koos find out about Bernards?

Actually, I'm not that interested in why. Rather than, I can easily guess.

They probably both opted for a 'peaceful way of life' - I thought they were the ones in the game who cared a lot, but what they were saying was that it was just about the upper side.

Bernard doesn't think anything of it. The Koos and I met in [DEMONDAL], and although we had been dating for about two years, we didn't know each other's real life, and we didn't even want to know. And even in the game, the feeling that 'these guys aren't like me' was always going around with something. If the avatar of the game was stripped away, it was just someone who showed up - that's all the story.

Where I was betrayed, I have no sense of victimhood.

I'm not even going to mourn that it was just about the game.

There's just one thing I can't forgive.

That I left myself without saying anything.

Abandoned, "I was left behind."

That, 'misery', is unforgivable to Bernard. I can't stand it.

My self-esteem was badly hurt. What a humiliation. Why should I feel this miserable? And why should I recognize this as' miserable '? Everything pisses me off. As the dragonman's power stood, he was so mad that he wanted to exhale and ramble around the fire on this occasion.

The only way to wipe this thought away - is to remove the culprit.

'I forced myself to think this,' only those two, I won't tolerate.

I'll make sure you get your reward.

With only vengeance in his chest, he now just runs.

"Trying to escape with a horse doesn't work like that! You're resting!? Somewhere!

It's too big a yell to say 'Solo'. Bernard pushes the roadless path. Neither the pointy stones rolling on the ground, nor the branches of the bushes, nor the seeds of the thorny twigs, will harm his scales.

Dragon Man (Dragonia) is characterized by overwhelming muscle strength (power) and endurance (stamina). He is not as agile as Pansania because of his heavy body, but he can still run for a long time at a constant rate. Dragon men and horses do not differ greatly in terms of the distance they can travel per day.

The Koos are probably trying to get all the distance they can, but naturally somewhere there's a limit to the horse's health. Or if we get to the people - if there is such a thing - we should try to stop there. If Bernard continues to run even as far as his health permits, he can certainly pack the distance.

And after I started tracking him, I realized that Bernard had also gained a new sharp sense of smell. That's one of the Dragon Man's unique properties that was originally set up in the game but wasn't reproduced until feedback to the player.

That made it a reality, and now Bernard was able to smell the dark beast odor left on the spot along with the horse's hoof trail. Yesterday, he felt his ride was' stinking 'because of this sense of smell.

Now, just in case you don't get away with it,

That's what Bernard thought.

- Until you go through the trees, hit the river, and see your footprints disappear into the water.

"Become..."

Bernard stood up in front of a sagging stream.

Footprints had been sucked into the river and washed away beautifully. I can't even trace the smell because of the water. I rushed to find a landing point, but at least I couldn't see it as far as I could walk around. On the contrary, the river was divided into several downstream. It's hard to go around all of this by the end of the day. And while we do that, the Koos will stay away...

So the Koos were better at one. That's what I thought, and there's blood on my head again.

"............ Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Bernard barked. I can't contain my anger and exhale flames from my mouth as it is.

Dragon Man's biggest feature, "Flaming Exhale (Brace)." Fei Long (Wyburn). "Nice to meet your special teeth to spark out the physical flame radiation that ignites and exhales the flammable gel produced in your body. At least, there was nothing more worthy to represent Bernard's emotions today.

"Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The flaming tongue strokes the surface of the water. A fallen tree on the riverbank blows black smoke and burns up. Like a scale-covered alien sprinkling fire around, it's just a sight to keep your heart and guts out of the cold.

But it doesn't last long in such a frenzy. Spewing fire to its limits, and literally out of fuel, Bernard sits up in a state of vanity.

"……… shit."

Poison while grinding the ground with an old hammer (mace) on your right.

"... Damn, I'm hungry!!

Hey, get up, Bernard. I was sexually hungry because I threw up fire. This is a feeling that was not in the game, etc., while staring at the water. In clear water that seems to withstand drinking as it is, the fish are swimming well.

"…… do you want to eat? Kahaha, I haven't eaten baked fish in a while!!

Laughs violently and picks up the rock beside him. It was about the size of a bowling ball, and I shook it and slammed it to the surface of the river.

Exactly, a fastball. d A flashy blister rises, and a fish stunned by shock floats puffy. Forgetting his anger, Bernard, like a child, gladly grabbed his prey.

"All right, the skewers... none (huh), then stab the branches, all the way. I don't even want to eat scales. Do you want to pull out your guts?"

Use sharp fingernails at your fingertips and lower them properly. Fortunately, I didn't have any trouble with fire. Stab many branches near the burning fallen trees and bake them properly. Some of them got too close to the fire to burn black, but Bernard doesn't care.

He enjoyed the fragrant smell with a sharpened sense of smell, opened his jaw and rashed.

………… Oh, you know what? "

Taste the fish meat with the corn and every little bone, Bernard looking a little white.

It is delicious for the taste, but the flavour was thin. If I had a koo, I would have had salt, but I get angry again where I thought. Where did he get in a good mood until a few minutes ago, and as he waved his tail loosely, Bernard, again in a grumpy face, silently starts eating fish. It took energy to get angry.

"... uh, I ate. I ate. But meat is better after all. Shit, birds are all over the place, but I don't like flying gear."

Flattening all the fish skewers and still seemingly dissatisfied, Bernard did his gaze to the birds flying around between the trees. The wild birds are sensitive, have they guessed disturbing signs, or immediately move away from the scene.

"Chip, okay, let's go"

Nutrition was replenished. Regardless, I didn't give up tracking. I had no choice, so I decided to bet on my own account.

"……… downstream."

If I were you, I'd tell you what I'd do. If you want to explore a peaceful way of life, you will try to go to people. Bernard didn't doubt at this point that he was in a world that looked terribly like the game. Therefore, the common sense of in-game and human society is also applied to all thinking.

If there's a refreshing river, people should get together.

When you look at this wooded terrain, where the trees thrive, which is more likely to occur? - I don't even have to think about it, chances are it's downstream.

Bernard no longer strays, but runs at a rate that will not strain his stomach.

And as the river branched apart, it went further in the direction that its own exploration and sense of smell - something close to the sixth sense - led.

- Then, how much did you run?

It was only getting dim around here. But go, go, go, go. I don't see any footprints on the horse. On the contrary, I feel that the surrounding vegetation is thickening and moving away from people.

"Has he failed………?

No more, quietly grumpy, Bernard accidentally pounded his tongue. Think about whether we should turn back, but then we will admit that all the journeys so far have been in vain.

I don't like it. I don't like everything. Restlessly, he slurps a stick with a mace hanging from his belt.

But when the frustration reached its peak, he stopped.

- Smell. Somewhere, artificial.

If you look up, there's a thin smoke in the evening sky. Not that of a fire. White, probably for cooking.

"Village!

Reverses the blonde hair on his head, Bernard runs out. The footprint is light. The dragon men are very agile and run like the wind.

Eventually, my vision opened.

By the woods, to hide in seclusion, a small settlement.

"... hi, hi, hi... heh!

From the mouth of Bernard, who lay low in the bush and hid himself, an irrepressible, drawn laugh leaks. I felt my chest twitch. It's like - for the first time in the game, when you try to hit other players.

No, the (...) of this (...) chi (...) doesn't (...) and (...) y (...) y (...).

A tiny, shimmering yellow eye captures a villager who works for his salary outside the village.

He's a middle-aged, poor dressed man. Faded clothes of color, lean that seems to fly if blown, I don't rely on them because I see them - 'living' humans.

Unlike the NPC in the game. The look on your tired face, the sweat floating on its forehead, and the occasional action of plaplaplaplaplacing your hand with an axe that looks painful - all of which I even find loving.

To much excitement, Bernard felt his vision glitter.

The pupil shrinks longitudinally to the extreme.

"……… haha"

A small village. too much. With a piece of (...) hand (...) (...) twist (...) Ri (...) crush (...) let (...) that (...) to (...) -

There's no need to hide anymore.

"- Huh?! Become!? Monster!!

The villagers who were paying their salaries peeled their eyes from the sky. All of a sudden, shadows of alien shadows burst out of the nearby bushes.

Bernard was delighted. Because the cry of the villagers was in English.

- Words make sense.

"Good (afternoon)!!"

Greeting with a whisper, he rushes to a villager who is as stiff and immobile as a frog stared at by a snake. It was an inspiring encounter. For Bernard.

Where the monster approached me, the villager who returned to me leaned back, but Bernard grabbed the root and drew it as it were.

"Nice to meet you!!!"

Screaming, peeking into its face so close that its spit seemed to fly.

But there was no reply.

Because I accidentally broke my neck bone with too much force.

The villager man, who blew a bubble of blood from the edge of his mouth after a blink, was just about to catch his breath now with the expression of fear on his face. Both eyes are gradually losing their brilliance of life and are opening up to Bernard with a voiceless scream.

"Holy shit...... how real!!

The fine spasms of death transmitted to the hands, the warmth of the flesh, the smell of moist blood, the movement of the micro-expressive muscles and the gaze wandering for salvation, are all realities (real) portrayed in dreams.

Bernard was drawn back to the dry sound of teasing, although he was in a trance by accident.

"……… Dad?

From the shadow of a private house if you look at it, there's one boy, peeking at this one. Is it early teens? That face, which is often blurry, is somewhat shadowed by the villagers of earlier times. A few pieces of firewood that seemed to have spilled out of his hand were rolling to the ground.

"Wow."

Bernard speaks out loudly. In that hand, he held the body of a convulsing villager.

"... ahhh!

A boy who caught blood off his face tries to escape in a fluttering, unwary foothold, but of course Bernard can't possibly escape.

Throw the body, jump. Don't touch the private house wall, try to pinch it with your own body and wall to block the boy's exit.

"Hih, gih, nice............!

The unspoken screaming boy slipped his hips as he did and cheated and butted. That's what happens to everyone if the monster of a musculoskeletal reptile, which is so big as to look up, is forced to a distance that it takes a stinking breath.

Bernard, on the other hand, was tranced by the appearance of a prey as powerless as a raven. It's too brittle. Large (...) cut (...) to (...) and (...) (...).

"Oh, boy."

Bernard opens his mouth with a spooky gentle whisper that he intends to stroke himself. At last, he hid in and showed care to match the height of his gaze, but it only fuelled the boy's further fear.

"…… Hit, hiy."

"I need to ask you something. You know what I'm talking about?

To a clear Bernard question, the boy, unable to distract himself from his gaze, nodded cocklessly with half a cry.

"Really? Really? That's good.... What I hear is about travelers. Have any travelers come to this village lately?

What Bernard was trying to find out was nothing else, about Koo and Iris.

"With a dark-haired, child-faced man. Wow, a young woman with cats on her head.... What do you say?

The boy shook his head sideways in momentum with Brumbourne. If you answer that honestly, if you understand, as if you think you can help.

"Oh, my God... are you not here?"

Bernard hammering. It would have been a shame if it had been true.

But, well, I'll put that aside for one second.

"Then tell me. What's the name of this wonderful village?

"... Hih... Ngu, Ra, Ra"

"Hmm?

"... et al., Laneza..."

"Whoa, thanks for letting me know."

Bernard, who caught the edge of his mouth - intending to smile - slowly stood up.

"Thank you for your kindness. Boy, I'm gonna miss you."

…… Heh, eh. "

He was a boy who suddenly made his eyes black and white on words, but he shows some relief in whether he understood the meaning of the words a little.

But at that moment, Bernard's signs changed.

…… Vaaaaaa, I knew I couldn't stand it!

A gowny roaring fist slaps him in the boy's face.

A head sandwiched in momentum between the walls of a private house and a fist like a block of stone bounced and flew like a balloon.

Splashing brain marrow, blood, and pink chunks of meat.

"Hoo-hoo! Wow, I knew it was awesome!

On a bright red flower blooming on the wall of a gray private house, Bernard with his bloody wet fist cannot hide his excitement. His eyes sparkle, his breathing becomes rough and intense.

"A, gaaaaaaaaaa...... ohhhhhhh!!!

Trying to hug his body on the spot, the monster cramped a few times lightly.

"... Ha... Ha... Kuhihihi, yabe, I'm out. Seriously, Sushi, I can't taste this in a game."

Bernard as he dropped his gaze on his groin. Something was there to boost my pants like a borough cloth. And it never shows signs of shriveling.

"... hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Let's have fun, guys!!

Bernard ran out into the village, pulling through the stick and mace of his belt, no longer looking at the boy who fell.

When the villagers come out of the private house with something to do, they scream and pull inside, in the unusual footsteps of the dotand tan, and in the audible laughter.

"I'm home! Hey, hey!

He kicked one door of the private house straight through the front, and Bernard broke in. All the young women and men that were inside scream.

Leap. Shake up the mace, shake it down. A man splashes. Sprinkle. A woman in a blood splash covered her face with her hands and exclaimed. A huge incontinence, I just tried to grab my butt as I wet the floor, and the monster's hand grabs my neck faster than that. Hold it up - oh, unfortunately, the monster is much taller - as if it were a butcher's product, hanging.

Bernard laughed softly and joyfully observing the pathetic appearance of being hung, tormented, and his feet slammed.

And where I enjoyed drooling fluid from a hole called a hole and dying, I threw a chunk of meat at it and went to the next house.

Exactly, it was a rosy time for Bernard.

It smelled terribly raw and dull.

"Yaaaaaa!"

"Stop. Yeah."

"Come on, monster. Wow!

"Help me. Yeah, heh!

Grieving screams, young and old, wooden spirits. The villagers had chosen to pull most of them into their homes due to too many anomalies. It was as if he believed that one day it would pass if he closed his eyes and lurked his breath, as if it were a monster transmitted to a fairy tale.

But no.

This is a monster and a person.

Along with brutality, it was a combination of advanced intelligence and an irrational sense of purpose -

Bernard played with all his might. Before her young daughter, who was about to hold a stuffed animal, cried out, her parents were scattered with sticks and turned into meat chunks, and at the end of the day, her daughter herself ripped from her crotch into two pieces and took a shower of blood. He threw the skinny old man against the wall with the gun-throwing instructions, beat him to death, thought of each other as lovers trying to escape from the village, and twisted and crushed the men and women, enthusiastically kissing each other's faces and faces, and enjoyed the way he dropped the child hidden in the box into the box by box well and sank.

Some of them resisted. What a young boy that was. He held a small knife in front of the barn and came straight to his teeth.

I trembled so bad that I could still fall, but I said, "Don't come any closer, monster! I had to say it was full of cuts. Interestingly enough, he cared about the barn behind him, and it was only obvious that he was hiding 'something' there.

So Bernard breathed a flaming exhale (brace) into the barn.

In a barn burning like a dead tree, the child removed the knife and screamed. I could hear some fine, and young screams from inside. "Ali Soo!" Bernard carefully smashed both his hands and legs so that he wouldn't do anything more dangerous, "he said, pulling the child into the fire with his parents (...) cutting (...).

Still, Bernard laughed off too funny because the kid was so crying and thankful as he crawled like a potato bug trying to get close to the burning barn. At the end of the day, I laughed too much and my stomach ached, so ironically, I might say that the child caused the most damage to Bernard.

As such, by the time I finished playing with all my strength, the sun was completely about to set.

But the village is bright. Because there are so many houses on fire.

"I knew it was limited to barbecue."

Bernard nods satisfactorily as he sears the ham of his pickings in the burning flames of his private home. The sight of the village of Laneza, lit by flames, ends in a tragic word. At least the majority of the village was devastated, colored with blood, and burnt.

"But it's not all there yet, it sounds like there's something out of the village, and I don't want to have more fun here. Oh my God, it's the first village!!

He laughed out loud, Bernard, but the next moment, he abandoned the ham and flew away.

Gatsung! and shock.

A giant spear decided on the space where Bernard's torso was located and stood on the ground.

"What the heck!?

Bernard, who raises his bare voice, looks up at the sky. The spear came down from the top of my head.

Thus, the monster's yellow eyes are opened in full circles.

Huge, bird.

A strange bird, black, wondering if it would be ten meters if the feathers were spread, gradually approached this way, sounding the judgment and the sound of the feathers.

On that leg, a hanging figure.

"Oops, jeopardy!!!

Bernard, who was in love like an abalone, lay down on the ground trying to roll again. The spear flew in the same way that it did when I thought that the glitter and its shadow were shining.

Use your tail to jump up. In the meantime, the strange bird approached the ground, and eventually a shadow away from his leg made a heavy noise and descended to the ground.

"Wow, you've been ravaging our village for a long time."

- He's a big man. Bernard is also pretty big compared to humans, but this guy is even bigger than that.

Titans, associate the word. Its back length would exceed two meters gently.

And just commensurate with that, he's a disappointing figure, full of great hegemony. Dark hair like upside down. An unwavering expression of fine dust, in front of a host of tragic corpses. Protects the musculoskeletal body with heavy armor, which in turn does not make the movement feel 'weight' at all. He holds a boneless hammer (battlehammer) in his hand. A substitute that a concurrent human would handle with both hands, lightly with one hand.

"... what is it, Lord?

With his eyes narrowed, Bernard inquired, the big man looked like he had been poked at.

"Hey, you, can you talk!?

"You were right before. What the hell are you fussing about?"

"…… I've never heard a dragon man solve a man's words."

"…… oh. Well, sure."

Bernard scratched my head as if it was the first time he remembered what a monster he looked like there.

"I am knowledgeable. Well, it doesn't matter, Lord."

"Ha-ha-ha, you've come to" Hakumi, "or this guy is a masterpiece. I heard from Jijii, the tomb guard, that he was" exterminating the beast, "but this seems like a lot of fun."

A big man who spins the hammer of his hand and laughs furiously. "Gich," Bernard also laughed like a beast.

"Right...... I thought I was missing something too wow!!

Before I finish, kick the ground.

A full jump, using the tail and both feet.

Eat up more than ten steps in an instant. Straight from the front, I slapped Mace.

The full blow of the Dragonman, who also crushes the rock, was held back by the iron wall, however. Soon, the big man had a shield on his left hand. A loud metal noise rang as if to ring a bell, and a shredded mace on the surface of the shield scattered sparks.

Bernard is struck hard and disfigured. The big man's cloak spreads with a buckwheat.

(... Yabe!

Instinctively, he kicked the ground with his tail again and was forced to fly away. Bernard's pointy nose is swept away by a roaring battlehammer.

Jah, and the sound of gravel rubbing. Between them, it opens.

"Well avoided, lizard."

The big man spoke invincibly to Bernard, who avoided a deadly blow with a single hair. Bernard answered nothing, but the blood drips from his nostrils. The blood vessels were hit by too much pressure.

"Temee... half-necked."

Bernard laughed again as he wiped his nosebleed. I felt Zukunzukun and pain from the tip of my nose but I don't care. I'm intoxicated by blood. Now even that feeling is loving.

"[DEMONDAL] doesn't have as many monsters in the bees as Temehe."

"'DEMONDAL'? What are you talking about? Besides, monsters call me monsters. There's no reason."

The big man, leaning his neck like a scratch, laughed with a small smile.

"Call me Denner."

Big Boy - "Giant" Denner calls himself grand.

"…… Kukuku. Ha, ha, ha, ha!

Opening his eyes, Bernard laughed. A blazing private flame lights them up in the dark world.

"Then! Call me Bernard!

"Huh? That was a human name a while ago."

"Vahhhhhhhhhhhh, sure!!

Grab a mace in your right hand, a stick in your left hand, and Bernard runs again.

This big man - "Denner" is such a tremendous and powerful enemy that he has never even seen him in the game.

But what shall I fear? I'm so happy. It's so clear.

What if I don't enjoy this?

Sparks scatter over and over in the darkness.

Metallic sounds like bells being struck, monsters and masterpieces clash here.

Denner shields the stick and the mace, which are swinging at an unexpected speed. Behind those rough signs, the battle is calm and steadfast. Observe Tiger Sight and Bernard's one foot at a time, and at the moment when a gap arises, see a blow so magnificent that the wind pressure alone is likely to lean back.

I don't feel intimidated by that counterattack (counter) or like taking an out-of-the-box Bernard. The proud armor of muscles and scales can only help as much as wet paper in front of this battlehammer.

Attack. Beat. (12) Avoid.

Even in front of the irregular behavior that makes use of Bernard's tail, Denner doesn't waver as fine dust as if it were a mountain.

And I couldn't stand the mess, and finally Bernard's mace broke in two. The loot I picked up in the chase, even in the game, is to a lesser extent quicker to count from the bottom. Instead, I should say it was a good idea - but Bernard didn't panic, he shoved off the ground with his tail. A small piece of rubble from the shattered house is bounced off against Denner's face. Denner, who was keeping an eye on Bernard, who had lost his weapon, was either struck by a boulder or, for the first time, was just a little out of sight.

"It's fun, Dennah!

Not much of an exaltation, Bernard shouts.

"It's a gift for you, lovely. Uh-huh!

His chest swells.

"Vaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

At an inevitable close range, expose yourself to flaming exhalation (braces).

Denner, with his shield on his heels, was swallowed by the wall of flames in an instant, turning each shield into a fire grinding.

"Va - hahahahaha...... ha?

Bernard, who had hoped for Denner's scream to be burned by the flames, stood up, however, in the next moment, distracted.

The colors - and the flames go out.

It's like being wiped away by an invisible hand.

"Phew...... I chilled my liver on the boulder now. Well, Dragon Man, I forgot about the fire-breathing."

With nothing to eat face, an intact denner appears. On its chest, the orange light shines.

"…… an amulet of fire shelter, huh? Seriously."

Seeing as it is the kind of rare magic item that seals the power of the Spirit of Fire, it squeaks unwittingly.

Conversely, Denner, who was not upset by the flamethrowing, looked at Bernard's exact perception.

"What is it really, you, Dragonian sage or something?

It's ferocious to be a wise man, but adds Denner. Bernard, who returned to me hah, takes the distance again as he does now.

(Yabe…… no weapon, no brace……)

To be precise, there are still sticks left, but I don't think I can effectively hit Denner, who has stiffened his whole body into a bee.

"......... Kuck, this is getting fucking exciting, Denner! Enjoy!!

Shivering as he shuddered, Bernard was intoxicated by adversity, but Denner looked up into the sky and shook his head.

"No, time's up."

Buckwheat.

Multiple feathers, wind pressure, swallow the spot.

Bernard also looked up to heaven. A few giant black monster birds are swirling at far heights, making sure they are dispersed in the darkened sky color.

- and.

Darker than dark at night, the dark dots are pompous.

From the back of a strange bird, 'Something' jumped.

It's a dark robe-wrapped figure.

In common sense, it descends from a desperate altitude without any equipment. Daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy-daddy,

Like surrounding Denner and Bernard in a circle.

That number, eight.

Even Bernard would get off the height where he would not be safe, but he would stand silently without any itching.

He wears a robe and a hood at the depth of his eyes, so he can't examine his face. Everyone was just carrying some kind of weapon. Or, a sword. Or a short knife. Or a battle hammer. Or a spear.

And all the martial artefacts were engraved with various black lines.

If Bernard had been a normal person, he would have had goosebumps all over his body.

To the sign of being too disastrous.

- They were, all, weapons of curse engraved with a powerful curse.

"Unfortunately, it's over, Bernard and I do."

Denner as he slaps his shoulder with a ton of battlehammer.

"Chip."

The tongue-beating Bernard tried to break through the creepy siege net by leaping aggressively, but stayed where he was.

Not a word from earlier, from the warriors of the dark robe - I could not feel any sign of it horribly.

But Bernard is sensitive to the silent pressure.

"Whoa, you picked up your life.... Be careful. All of these guys are stronger than me."

Denner laughs impressively at Bernard.

The monster outside the boulder was also in trouble for this. Eight strong men with no locking gear on hand and no winning eyes without flaming exhalation (braces) are surrounded by complete armor.

Attempting flamethrowing on these dark warriors is also a hand - somehow, I felt it was futile. Either these guys also have fire avoiding magic props, or they will be avoided as a matter of course, only such a future (VISION) floats.

Bernard stares at Denner, a masterpiece in front of him, with a kind of struggling and giving up face, like a beast at hand.

"Ooh, Bernard. … you, die here."

"Ahhh?

What the hell did you say to me? I looked at you, but I hardened into words.

"Come to my toko, thinking you're dead.... You're a funny guy. It's a shame to just let you die here."

Keep an invincible smile on your face - yes, is that even what you should call the Champion's Piercing Lock? Neither did the servant Bernard respond to Denner's words, which gave a unique sign.

"……… What the hell are you up to?"

"I was right to plan and say nothing. You're funny. It's a shame to let you die here. That's all. Or would you rather die by accident?

In response to Denner's words, the warriors around him laid out their weapons. - The silently hidden intent to kill strips my fangs.

…………

"I'm interested in you. I can't let the boulders do what they want, but let's treat them quite well."

"I destroyed this village. You're a lord, aren't you?

"You're not exactly a lord. But in any case, you seem more interesting than all the wooden ends of this village, and I'm sure it's rare."

Denner smiled a certain innocent smile that seemed only to be a sincere word. Pure curiosity is there, transcending good and evil.

Therefore, it also resonated with the mind of the creature.

"……… Kahaha"

Short, Bernard laughs.

He doesn't have a choice.

That day, a small village disappeared from the Principality.

But there are too few people who know about it.