Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

Until that point, there is no obstacle to coming back running the Earthlings.

When I tell him where the details are, Mr. Cain informs Alan's escort knight, who was with him, of my actions and follows me on horseback as he begins his journey.

Nevertheless, I ignore the road and the route across the tree. Looks like Mr. Cain just picked a route from the street to the sidewalk.

It seems that some of the people fleeing in the other carriage noticed the earthlings moving forward in a soaring manner.

Whether you were chasing me or running away, I'm looking at you here and there. Especially the right adults and children, like those living in a town on a carriage, don't move with their faces pointed towards me.

But I was able to get close and distinguish clearly, but those who were chasing me were not bandit-style. I thought it might be because it's a black cape, but it's still a soldier in the Luein army.

The horse riding that runs to protect the carriage is a decaying leafy cloak that can't be found anywhere, so I guess it's one of the people on board.

If you are a cavalry running up from the side of the street, it looks like a Falgian army with a blue cape... is it a Cassian soldier? Not so far from Evrard's realm, but why are you here?

But thanks to them, faster than I rush, the carriage people seem to help. I wonder if this is an event, though. I didn't like it to affect the situation later, so I wanted to know how it went anyway.

I desperately withstood a shake worse than a carriage while running the earthly shape. I've also gotten used to this a little lately. Or maybe it just got a muscle in my arm that clings?

My master, bracketed in my hips, is also shaken and screamed together.

"Whoa, whoa. Disciple... Gu... what are you going to do? Whew."

"It's a game, it's an event!

"Absolutely... Join... I have to... Hmmm!?...... shuffle"

"For future predictions, I just want to go to the crime scene."

While I was explaining, I also arrived at the scene with a tree folded down that the Earthlings shape with large strides should be.

By then, the Falgian cavalry with the blue cape had already cut it off with the Luein soldiers.

There are twenty enemies, and the Falzian side is equally numbered at twenty.

The knight protecting the carriage seems exhausted and unable to act well because of my earthly form, but still seemed fine.

Falzian soldiers vividly prune the Luainian soldiers confused by the situation.

Blood splashed with a sword flapping on the side.

Even though it's a tragic sight, the sharpness of the sword muscle that makes me hack somewhere makes me blind for a moment.

But he returned it to me immediately.

Reminds me that this is reality on the path of sucking blood and increasing blackness and on the rolling corpses.

For one thing, if the minutes are bad, find the Ruein soldier who escaped, and let him reach out in the earthly form. The earthlings grabbed the Luein soldier with their hands and held him up.

"Higaaaah!

I didn't mean to tighten it hard, but my head falls forward like a Luein soldier lost power from his neck screaming.

"Oh no!?

I'll put that on the left hand side of the earthly shape, thinking so. Oh, my chest area's up and down, so I'm breathing properly. Looks like he just passed out.

Relax, now hold it back to cover it with your right hand over your left hand.

By then, the battle seemed already over.

"Lord Chiara!

If you were called down from below and looked down, it was Mr. Growl who was there.

"Uh... Mr. Growl, why?

Was it all Reggie's knight who thought that Mr. Growl, who was supposed to be Reggie's escort knight, was here a Phalgian cavalry? But there's no one with that silver hair I'm used to seeing.

"What happened to Reggie?

Are you kidding me? My body's not healing like that, and I'm supposed to extend my therapy? But then it would be strange for Mr. Growl and the others to be here.

When I thought, one of the cavalry came beside Mr. Growl and said:

"No, Chiara. I can't believe you came all this way by yourself. It's a sermon later."

"Huh..."

I paid for the hood. What showed up there was the figure of someone with long flax hair bound in the middle.

But the face and the blue eyes are definitely Reggie's.

"Reggie?"

"Yes, I am."

Smiling, he looked so snug with his blonde hair that it seemed like it had been for a long time. No... I guess this is because I like your face.

"I dyed my hair!?

"It's after everything I've thought about. If you're going to take him prisoner than that, will you let him down? I'll tie you up for now."

I was told, and I did what Reggie said. I couldn't keep the earthlings out forever, and I wanted to leave it to you if that meant capturing them.

The middle-aged Luein soldiers, who remain stunned, are quickly tied up by the knights instructed by Mr. Growl.

The other knights had begun discussing it with the people who were fleeing in the carriage. Together with the knights who were protecting the carriage, the people who were helped were crying out their thanks.

Reggie calls me relieved.

"Come, Chiara"

"Yeah."

It's safe now, and we have a lot of allies. Above all, it maintains its earthly shape forever, and when it was to be said after this, I have trouble losing my spare power.

After descending from the earthly form, moving the earthly form to the side of the road to dismantle it, a large pile of dirt formed.

Speaking of which, do we still have copper ore? When I use it as a mediator of magic, it's like black charcoal...

If you want to dig it out because it's a waste, you're accidentally grabbed by your right hand.

"Wow."

"Something bothering you?

The Lord of hands was Reggie.

"Um, I tried to make it out of mediated ore, and I was wondering if it's still there because I'm not supposed to have used it yet."

"But you're consuming it to some extent, aren't you? Then you should use something new. I'll instruct you to set it up first if you have to."

... That's the prince. She asked me if I should buy a light one.

Or am I too much to take over the temperament of my previous life, which I think is a waste of something, while I live a noble life?

"Uh yeah. That might be a lot better...... Uh."

While I answer, I try to let go softly because I'm somewhat embarrassed, but Reggie reconnects my hand firmly.

Or what about that, Reggie? Are you saying that you're just holding hands in a place like this, that you're a little embarrassed, or that you're not suited for the relationship between a prince and a magician?

So where I nearly moved my finger to let go again, Reggie pulls my hand and loses the opportunity.

"In the meantime, let's go because I already seem to have heard what the person I helped was like"

Sure, I'd also like to know if this was an event after all.

But when I go near them with my hands held together, I feel kind of annoyed. But Reggie won't let me go. If the dog lets go of the lead, he looks like a vigilant owner running away somewhere.

"Growl, do you know what's going on?

"Yes, Your Highness. With those who have fled under the castle of Baron Cassia... they say there will be a baron inside."

"Survival of the Baron's house."

Listening to Reggie's conversation, I think it's enough for me too. There was a cavalry on the escort.

It was strange, because none of them would have ever been together on the way out. That's mainly because if cavalry and citizens flee, the timing is too different. Because a knight would flee after letting his citizens escape, after the Lord had decided to withdraw.

Then the cavalry who was beside Mr. Growl opened his mouth.

When I was in my 40s, was it something like that? The width and length of the body is greater than that of Mr. Growl. Is it because firmly burned skin in the day did not lack training? I can't find a single piece of hair. It's a man who burned bloody well in the day to the top of his head.

Yes, he was a skinhead who went into the hall more than his pre-transformation master. Besides, if you were wearing a suit or something, you'd only look brilliantly like someone on that path.

"I thank you for your help, Your Highness. My name is Aubrey and I am a knight serving Baron Cassia."

I am on my knees and clinging to the top of its head with my body deeply bent.

"It's only natural to save our own people. So, who's the Baron?

"Ha.... hey Brennan"

"I'll take you now. Yo, dude."

Another, somewhat flimsy, Cassian cavalry lifted and lowered one child from the carriage.

Like a wealthy merchant child there, the boy in black vest and trousers on the generated shirt doesn't even seem to be 10 years old yet.

"Dear Charles, son of Baron Cassia,"

Introduced by skinhead Aubrey, Charles, you bowed down to Reggie, urging her from the side, albeit in a moist manner.

Charles, looking at you, I worry.

... There were no Baron Cassia children among those helped in the game.

The knights were with the people being chased by the bandits, but that should have been the case with those who were doing the carriage owner's place. It doesn't seem to be the knights who are currently playing you, and what you can get from helping them in the game should have been information about the situation on the Luein side.

I felt like something was definitely changing.

I felt a tingling fear in my spine when I thought maybe that was my fault.