Yakudatazu Skill ni Jinsei o Sosogikomi 25-nen, Imasara Saikyou no Boukentan Midori Kashi no Akira

The amount of time I've been stunned won't be less than ten seconds.

Tor manages to draw his consciousness back to the feeling of his body leaning suddenly straight horizontally.

The same seemed to be true of Garoud, who was sitting next to him, raising his panicked voice.

"Oops! Hey, you okay?

"Oh man, if you get caught in the fog, you'll fall. Just gamble a little bit."

Along with the rider's mild apology, there was now a load that could be pushed hard down.

Apparently, the Fei Long has begun to soar.

The Tors, who could no longer afford to peek outside the boat, clung themselves to the floor, holding each other's hands.

My body is shaken up, down, left and right, and only the rough breath of a flying dragon and the sound of sharply wind-cutting jumps into my ear.

Is it about thirty seconds this time?

The force that was inadvertently rocking my body disappears, and the wind sounds calm.

Tor, who woke up, exhaled quietly in relief as he embraced Moo, who remained strongly clinging to his chest.

"Wow, that's amazing!

The Tors, looking back at Sola's voice, see breathlessly in the view that spreads behind them.

The land, which should have had only black mud, was all beautifully covered in white mist.

In just a few moments, the colors have completely changed.

Thor stared at the sight just as overwhelmed from a distant flying dragon boat.

Fei Long, who is back to the ruins of the fort again, descends to slip into the hard earth.

Tor stepped on the ground and once again breathed deeply into the feel of a firm foot.

An empty journey short of enough, but it was too shocking.

Was it too irritating, especially for children, and Moo, hugged by Thor, still remains sobbing.

"Mr. Mum, this way, please"

Moo, with his face up, jumped as he rubbed his nose to Yuryl, who offered his hand to see if he had guessed anything.

So Tor finally realizes why the leather armor is warm and damp.

Apparently, the child was taking a leak.

With Sora running along, Moo was taken to the carriage to get dressed.

I < restored > the wet toil armor, but there's nothing I can do about my underwear that has nothing to do with monsters.

The result can be erased if < retroactive >, but the possible time has already passed.

Thor, not realizing how Moo was doing, had to scratch under his chin in silence.

There goes Garud, his hand gently resting on his shoulder.

"A man parent should be somewhat blunt. Don't worry about it."

She's not my daughter.

Tor laughs bitterly at his old friend for distracting me.

I tried to cleverly lift the edge of my lips, Garoud, but I've suddenly lurked my voice to confirm it.

"Hey, is that... is that, after all, that it?

"... oh, I guess that one"

Tor also replies to Garud's words with his forehead horns covered with his hands clouding his words.

It is a word that has been emitted casually so far, but if it were real, the weight would change completely.

But the woman, who had jumped sully from her head, let her put it in her mouth.

"How'd it go, witch?"

"............... is that still called a witch"

"Needless to say, you look just like me. Hang on, you were really there..."

Thor frankly hit his doubts on Chita, who let him shake his head feather with skill.

"I understand perfectly well that there is a creature behind the swamp that creates mist. But how does that connect to your brother's story?

"Eh, picking it up, knocking down a giant makes the fog a lot worse than it is now"

"You picked too much and you just don't get it. What does a witch have to do with a giant?

"Yeah, it's all because you're a witch child."

To the answer, Thor felt the feeling that the question, which was secretly obsessed with him, iced away.

A spiritual monster is one in which natural phenomena are distracting.

But after entering the swamps, the only phenomenon that seemed to be the thick fog, I didn't see anything to do with the mud.

It is a far cry from the kind of environment where so many evil spirits and giants occur.

"I thought it was likely to occur because of the intensity of my temper..."

"The witch's head, did you see it?"

"You had something like hair growing.... Could that be it?

Thor recalls how the elongated mud stretched from the witch's head draped down to the ground and assimilated to the swamps.

And I notice that they were much like the evil spirits of the shorter but just defeated demon mud yesterday.

"That's it. It's all coming from a witch."

"Is it a monster that produces monsters? You're a real monster."

"I don't care if it's about hair I've fallen out of with people, but when my hair gathers and I become a giant, it's like I get attached to it ~"

Specifically, when a mud-poisoned giant is defeated, he sighs a misty sigh many times as he grieves.

It is likely that the swamp will be covered in fog during 46 o'clock, but the wind direction and humidity will determine whether it drifts to this side of the swamp.

That and the interval between spewing out the fog, but you think it's getting shorter and shorter with every more Giant crusade?

Even if you want to fight, you can't.

Thor finally understood the sincerity of Russell's words here.

"If so, what's Chill's suggestion?

"The fog doesn't come in as far as the prison."

"I see. You mean it doesn't matter what happens after you just go up to the Vajra class"

In terms of being able to hinder subsequent, it may rather be said to be strategically correct.

Because troublesome fog can also be read over a wide range if there is a wind reading, you can choose a safe day to head to the dungeon.

"That's a hell of a story. You know the Adventurers Bureau, too. Then I wish I could change the terms of my promotion."

Tor shook his neck to the side of the story, which contained Garud's wrath.

"More A-rank adventurers will cost you a fortune. And look..."

"Oh, that was earlier."

You must have remembered the story of the Holy Relic (Relic) we talked about on the flying dragon boat.

Whispering his eyebrows, the bearded shield continued his words to spit out.

"After all, do adventurers treat you like a pawn? Don't be silly. Don't play like that."

Nodding at the words, Thor throws an inquiry to Chita.

"I know exactly what happened, but how did you get it out to us?

An act close to betrayal to the body, but the rider's maiden gave a reason to rush.

"I'm just happy to be on this kid and flying through the sky. And I wonder if there's any thanks for making me stronger the other day."

"Well, there's no choice."

Apparently, my sister's, mind-boggling counterattack, which was put into the head count of her exploration of fixed dungeons on her own by her brother.

To Thor's words, Chita let him sneer and grin and slap Fei Long's leg with a pet.

"There's actually one more thing, but that's still a nightshaw. And the more detailed story about the witch tells me that she saw the swamp array at the station desk."