Yuusha, Aruiwa Bakemono to Yobareta Shoujo

"... well, what do you mean? Did I do anything wrong? If so, oh, I apologize. So..."

The brave man cannot hide his agitation in the words he is suddenly told, and inquires with a trembling voice.

Our people who have survived the ordeal together. They cut me out to say I had important stories to tell them, and they were saying goodbye unilaterally.

The brave man's head is confused. - Why not?

We can't stop demons without fighting ourselves. The demons are gradually extending the realm and beginning to oppress human society.

Physical abilities are too different between humans and demons. And reproduction. Jiri poverty as it is. Humans perish.

That's why the brave men chosen as goddesses are desperately fighting. Just because he's been chosen, he's desperately killing demons to protect humans.

"As I just said. We can't follow you anymore."

"I'm sorry, brave man. But we can't keep up with your fight. We are normal people. … different from you."

"We are going to do all we can for this world. We will continue to be at the forefront of the battle against demons. …… the path to walk is different, but the place to reach is the same. So…………"

The three of us. Fellows, brave and full of justice, lay their eyes down, but proclaim clearly. You and I are breaking up here now.

"- Oh, no. We've been working so hard together. Well, I'll try harder, so..."

No matter how horrible the enemy, on a steep journey, they fought because they had company.

I can't do this alone. I can't continue my journey. There's no way I can defeat the monster king alone.

"... it's already the limit. I've always thought about it, but I'm sure today."

"Objectively, we're pulling your leg. Even in the battle the other day, you were always fighting to shelter us. We haven't done anything. You defeated that horrible demon on your own. I'm afraid we can't help you at the earliest. No, he's the only one in the way."

"Lord Brave. You can take the Demon King by yourself. Please bring rest to this world."

"Oh, my God, I can't do that."

"You can do it. If you took out those horrible two horns. We will surely bring peace to this world."

An army of demon kings who attacked one country. Demons with human castles as their root castles. It was the purpose of this time to crusade and recapture it.

What stood on the throne was a giant two-horned carbide. The three allies passed out after a blow from the monster.

The brave men continued the fight while not healing them. I desperately continued to heal my weeping companions to let me die already, and to fight to the end.

The double-horned carbide was really strong. The brave man was mutilated, crushed, pulled a thousand times, and chewed up many times.

He continued to fight, waving his sword like crazy, bloodstained, sprinkling pieces of flesh, and screaming and angry golden cuts.

And with the dawn, he snatched off the neck of a two-horned carbide.

- The brave man triumphed. It's a human victory.

"It is very distressing to be in this form in the middle of my mind, though. - Then excuse me. I won't even see you again. I sincerely wish you all the best in your work."

With a voice that pushed and killed emotions, one of his companions tells the brave. The latter two eventually go on when they snort quietly.

The brave man tries to stop it, but his leg won't move. If we don't pull this off soon, they'll all go.

"Mi, everyone. Wait. Hey, hey, please, wait!

- Please, don't leave me alone. One is too lonely. Hard. I will continue to help everyone. Work harder. Work harder than anyone can beat you. Because I will work hard even if I die. That's why.

The brave scream from the bottom of his heart. Please don't leave me alone. Why me? He told me not to push everything.

"Don't leave me alone! I am, I am!

Three stop and look back at the brave. Has the wish been conveyed? Cage your hopes, make a desperate laugh and stare at the three faces.

They muttered just one word, looking threatened, as if, even a demon would see it.

"- Chemicals."

That day, a girl died and a complete brave man was born.

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"… Is that dream again? As usual, chest feces get worse."

Calm disturbed breathing and breathe heavily and deeply.

In the next bed, Matari sleeps easily and peacefully. With a look that doesn't seem to cause any problems. The brave man thought I'd give him a cheek on his stomach, but he stopped.

This is one of the Extreme Pavilion rooms that Rob introduced me to. The brave and the matari ended up in the same room.

Among the cities of art, the Extreme Pavilion appears to be a relatively large shop, with labyrinth seekers inside.

Because of the prosperity, there was not enough room to rent each room, so the brave man reluctantly and Matari agreed in two replies. Well, it's not that it's a man or a woman, so if the accommodation costs half, there's nothing to lose. I can't afford the money, and it's more desirable. If he decides that his personality is not right, then the brave man decides to convince him that Matari will leave in time.

Because there is no such thing as a problem with being stolen, and I wouldn't do such a thing because of this daughter's personality.

"Oh man, I'm totally awake.... I suppose I'll see what's going on down there to change my mood. I'm kind of thirsty."

Without anyone, the brave man mutters to himself. I know it's a bad habit. But I don't feel like stopping it. It was a long solo journey, I don't know if it was going to happen one day, but it got to me.

- Put what you thought right in your mouth. If it gets harsh, I yell. If I see a demon, I'll kill him.

Dim caves, if you haven't done so in the labyrinth, you're going to feel like it.

Maybe it's already crazy. But there is no particular problem.

He killed countless demons and took over the Demon King brilliantly. There is no problem whether one person's mind is touching it or not.

And I will continue to kill you. That's more important than anything else.

Brave men distort their mouths.

Look at yourself in the mirror. There's a girl there in crude white underwear. My hair is cut off appropriately when it grows because it's in the way of battle. The one called Bob Cut? I'm not interested in fashionable hairstyles. There are no major wounds to the growing body. But it's a worn out creation. There are no parts that have never been engraved.

Look at your face. There was a woman there with a busy smile. Your eyes don't look ravished.

"I see."

I knew immediately why. I'm not just alive because I'm not dead.

The convinced brave man finished dressing and left the room behind.

Out of the room, down the stairs, you hear the hustle and bustle.

It seems that the Tavern at Extraordinary Pavilion is open almost all day and closes only for a few hours in the morning. Drunk customers seem to be guddled during that time, and can be considered practically open twenty-four hours.

What a hard thing to do, the brave man thought to other personnel.

With the drunks on their asses, the brave man takes the counter seat. This is the perfect spot for one person.

The master of the tavern sends a surprising gaze. Quite simply, why would a kid be in a place like this?

"Here you are. I would like to say what to order... this is not the place for children to come. Just go back to your room and drink your mum's milk."

"I'm not a kid, and I don't like milk. Just serve the liquor."

The brave slap the tongue and the table as he urges. What do you do with milk in the tavern? That kind of suits Matari. In that girl's case, she still seems happy to drink up. The sarcasm didn't seem to be the prevailing personality.

"Oh man, kids don't listen to adults these days. Besides, I don't drink milk, so it's that small. Damn, man."

When the master sighs lightly, he offers an appropriately groomed drink.

The brave man drinks his little one of it.

(This flavour stains my chest. Um, I'm not comfortable. I knew I couldn't stop drinking)

Pu Ha - drinks up and reminds me of the second cup. The brave man pays the price first because he thinks he doesn't have the money.

When I leave this inn, I plan to pay for it and eat as much as I like.

"Hey, it's been a shallow day since I came to this city. Why don't you tell me a little bit about it because I'm ordering a third cup?

The brave man winks at the upper hand. The face of the master who saw it is instantly distorted.

"................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I've been tired lately. I just want to get some sleep early today."

"Hey."

…………

The master, in his forties or so, placed a new glass with his face flattered. There seemed to be nothing in particular to say.

The name of the brave man is obsolete when you back down here. Persistent sticking is the basis of the negotiations, and gathering information is the basis of the journey.

And speaking of places where information gathers, the liquor store. This is the classic. "Listen to people", "Remember people's stories". We must not forget this. It is a natural thing to do as an adventurer.

"Hey."

"Ha, I came over the kid with no public knowledge. I can't believe this is going into the labyrinth. Is the ruin of the world near? Rumors of demon kings crawling out of the basement are finally becoming more realistic. No, there's a mourning temple."

The master says something rash and rude. It's a hell of a story even though it's a business. The brave man raised his voice in protest.

"You're so loud. You're saying I'm not a kid."

"Right, well, that's what all the kids say. But it would be good. Customer at once. I'll tell you what I know. I'm going to be free anyway."

The master sighs as he looks around.

Guests are no longer able to do it, and they just properly store the liquor at the table. Cooking orders won't be worth it in the future.

"Thank you very much. Boulders are grown-ups."

"Weird."

When you smile bitterly, the master starts lowering the empty glass.

The brave man who drank the third cup urged him to take his place, but he was ignored.

"So in the end, why is everyone going to the underground labyrinth of this city? There's something delicious to talk about, isn't there? 'Cause you usually don't like fighting demons without meaning. You're going to die."

The brave ask straight in. No one tries to risk their lives for about change. For the sake of the world, what a frigid thing to be for peace would be more pronounced. Fighting for such crap is about a madman or a suicide volunteer.

The master speaks out in a heartbroken manner. In doing so, he offered me baked beans as a knob.

"... you didn't even know that, were you trying to get to the labyrinth? If you don't know as much as the world knows, you're gonna really lose your life. The demons may be kids, but they may be women, but they can't forgive us."

"I know. I don't like it."

"Then find out about that without asking me. When you're ready to enter the labyrinth, what world are you in to find out the significance of exploring the labyrinth?"

"You had no choice because you didn't have the money. It seemed like the quickest way to make money. Besides, if you kill a demon, that's fine."

"- I'm frightened and speechless. but I don't mind because it's each person."

"Boulders are adults"

After the master stops his hand polishing the glass and sighs that he really has no choice, he starts talking.

"The quick story is, well, you're right, it's for the money. Kill the demon, take the site back and give it to the guild. You'll get paid. The Alliance extracts" Magic Vegetables "from the area and delivers them to the Star Church. You Seekers are like the lowest coal pit hunters."

"Star Church? Magic?"

A word has emerged that I don't know what to do, so the brave man raises a voice of doubt. The master opens his eyes to wondering if he really is a person in this world, but begins to speak kindly.

"I had no idea there was a guy in this world who didn't know Star Church. Maybe you're not the demon that was trapped somewhere."

"I'm not a monster because I'm a brave man."

"Here's to the brave and prosperous."

"Yes, cheers"

Drink up all at once after changing glasses. He seemed pretty strong in degrees and swallows just a little.

"The Star Church is the best religion on the continent that divides this city." I don't know the Star Church. "If you're gonna scream all over the city, watch out because you're gonna be treated heretically and beaten up."

"That's scary. I'll be very careful."

"I just don't know what the guidance of the stars is, especially if it doesn't save my life. But we are organizing a strong sectarian soldier with comparable financial resources. Be careful not to be stared at."

"Yes, sir."

"So magic is the source of magic that can be extracted from demonic areas. It is the magic that the magician consumes when exercising magic, and it is the magic that crystallized it. Something different? I don't really know either, but that's what it looks like. Anyway, that becomes gold. Get the magic vegetables, sell them and make them gold. That's what I'm here for."

"Very well."

Killing demons is money. Very easy to understand. The brave man's mouth unwittingly distorts. It was going to be fun.

"You get a dense enough magic vegetable to go downstairs, but the demon gradually gets stronger. Instead, they also get some sort of unexplained magic prop. That's why they want to get a full exploration permit. It's a delicious place for you, and if you have the right amount of magic, you can live an easy life."

If he talks too long, the master will drink at his leisure. When the brave man urged the empty glass, he poured it at me with the look he said he had no choice.

"Well, what is the original tightening of the magic vegetables, and what is a suspicious denomination like a church?"

"It's Star Church. Remember, if anyone hears anything suspicious, they'll beat the shit out of you at church. They're the ones with all the militants, they're crazy with one screw. Whoa, hey."

"I thought you said the master was worse."

"I'm good. You're praising me. Anyway, I sell my soul to the Star Church, and I worship and serve the Star God from the bottom of my heart. It's called" The Guide of the Stars. "

Master drooling words out of his mouth that don't sound serious at all. I am offering prayers to heaven, but my attitude is very purposeful.

"Ahhh. Shall I pray too? Give me this bean."

After hoisting the pinch of roasted beans, chew it up vigorously. It was a fragrant and delicious bean.

"A man who is passionate enough to exceed me would not exist in this city. The money that is being ripped off, no, the bounce is also a terrific amount. Yeah, it's not weird if I get a prayer."

"You're struggling."

"Living means a streak of hard work. This is my father's sale."

"Experience tells the story."

A master who talks smudge. Leaving aside for now about the life of the Master, the Brave Think A Little About 'Star Church'.

Apparently, stardom and the other religions are sweeping the continent. I don't know if it's cult, but selling a fight would be a pain in the ass.

Many of them give their souls to something and don't listen to people. I believe from the bottom of my heart that I am right. Even if the object of worship is the devil and the demon king.

So, if you're hostile, you have to be ready to smash it completely. That's a pain in the ass, so the braves decided not to get too involved.

"Well, in the upper levels of the labyrinth like you can, you'll only get the most exquisite magic vegetables just to live that day. Anyone who overconfident his arm and cannot do so will be rewarded immediately. So this city has a fair number of adventurers."

"That's not a good idea."

When the brave man squeaks like any other HR, the master squeaks with a squeaky look.

"If you think it's hard in the upper echelons, go straight home, even fools can tell. Knowing your share is one of growth."

Master turning his warm words and raw warm gaze toward me.

"Did you just treat me like an idiot? Hey."

"It's just an imagination."

"I wonder."

"Of course."

Master who lightly recieves the words of the brave and begins to turn his neck when he has had too much extra chatter.

I have no choice but to order another drink in order to get in the mood. It costs money to gather information. Besides, liquor is the head of a hundred medicines. If there is alcohol in pain, we can forget it. Alcohol is a friend of life. I'm not drowning.

A master leaks a novel that he is fast paced by his child's habits. Still, it's nothing more than business that pours me out.

"By the way, the guys who drink there are your peers. What do you think? He always looks good, too. The guy who hit the wall and was frustrated, the guy who's losing his people and giving me a way out, the guy who can't stop laughing at the big money he's got. It's a secret way of life for me to look at those faces. I wonder what the hell happens to you. I'm really excited."

"That's a nasty way to live. Look for something more fun."

"Leave me alone."

When he smiles bitterly, the master begins to work on the planting work. Is breakfast ready? The brave say it's hard to say it's still dark out there.

"Hey, are we all going to the labyrinth alone? Or are we going to find some company?

"I have to take all the magic vegetables by myself, but, well, that's tough. Get referrals in guilds, watch them in taverns, or threaten to subordinate them. Well, do whatever you want. If you're an adult, think for yourself."

"I will."

"I only do the liquor store business, but there's a guy called Limonsie who does the business during the day. If you want information, ask him. It should tell you a lot because of the circumstances. - Just give me the money."

"Oh well. I know the whole story. Thank you very much, Master. Keep up the good work."

Drinking up the contents of the glass, the brave man rises to his seat with a fling. The liquor seemed to be spinning. Her face is reddish and she has a strange expression.

"I hope there's more to come. Precisely life is about taking care of it. When you die, it's over. It won't work again."

"When you die, it's over? Normally, right? But maybe some people aren't. Though it's suspicious if he's really human."

"...... do that story with the star church guys. Until you cry, I'll be glad to hear from you. After you hear it, the stars will pop out of your eyes."

Master who tries to get rid of it softly.

The brave man gently raises his hand to say goodbye.

"Good night, then."

"…… oh. It's almost morning."

Huh, he goes back to the room with a big stretch, and the brave man quickly takes off his clothes and dives into bed.

Matari next door is asleep as easily as ever. It's a happy thing to be able to sleep in peace.

... Will this girl be 'dirty' sooner or later?

Or will you stop the adventure without knowing it and live a happy life?

Will he narrow his eyes and talk about the hero Tan, who held an adorable child and used to take his sword and be impotent?

(Well, either is good. and sleepy)

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"- The One, the Brave One! Please wake up!

The body is shaken in disgust, and the brave man opens his lid with an uncomfortable expression.

The world is seeping. My consciousness fades away. Will the world soon perish? The brave man decided to go back to sleep because he had no choice.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't save the world. So I decided to go to bed."

"What are you talking about! Don't fall asleep. Please wake up!

The warm futon was rolled up and the brave man was aroused. Feeling chilly all over her body, the brave man finally wakes up.

"It's cold. Why are you sleeping in my bed?"

When the brave man gets up in bed, there is a ragged face matari right next to him. I was wearing underwear, but I couldn't feel the color.

"That's my dialogue! Why is Mr. Brave entering my bed!? Oh, and it smells like alcohol!

Matari sends a gaze that pinches his nose and denounces him. A loud voice scratches the brave man's brain.

"- Morning, Matari. Don't be too loud. I'm dying. And why does it smell like alcohol? Strange."

"It's not surprising at all. You must have had a sneak drink in the middle of the night. And it means you walked into my bed drunk and fell asleep!

Matari poking his finger at the brave. Seemed to be in excellent shape in the morning.

"That's a brilliant name reasoning. Why don't you become a detective, not a warrior?

"I've never heard of a hangover since my first day exploring the labyrinth."

"It's good to see you as a witness to history. Congratulations."

"Congratulations! Please get dressed and ready!

Matari will prepare the substitute clothes in a tequila and give them to the brave. He's a brave man who watched it in a bluff, but the moment he finally tries to make a move, his disgust is about to break his limits and he swallows.

"...... Eh. Ugh, well, the contents are going to come out. I guess I'll stop going out because I'm kind of unlucky today. It's kind of bad weather, too. The way ahead is in jeopardy. Yes, there's nothing I can do."

Intense sunshine from the window pierces the eyes of the brave man.

"What's wrong with the weather! Refreshing and really great pleasure! The day is blessing us too! Anyway, just get dressed and wash your face. If you don't hurry, you won't be able to make it to assembly time!

Matari moves around at the crack of an eye. After I finish dressing myself, I even help the brave man change.

(People like it on top of the cure. I'm sure she'll be a good wife. Definitely)

The brave man kept the ink in his mind.

"Okay, that's okay. Now wash your face, eat your rice and go out healthy!

Matari, dressed in armor, speaks out even more energetically. There is a two-step increase in voice volume. Its stupid big voice echoes in the brain, and the brave man is about to fall seriously.

Hangover seems to be a very good sign of good health. The brave man finally regretted drinking too much last night.

"…… right. Shall we get well? Cheer up.... Ep."

Hold your mouth with your hands and reply nauseously.

Exhaling a sigh that seemed to disappear, the brave man followed Matari and left the room behind.

"Are you sure it's just the soup? You'll be hungry later, won't you?

"It's okay. I really don't need it now. If you eat, you die."

Bringing it to the chair, the brave man takes a deep breath with a blue-white face.

Matari eats bread, milk, and eyeballs deliciously. The brave man came in with something sour just watching.

"Speaking of which, I just heard.“ The ”mourning hall was broken. It's scary, isn't it!

"A mourning temple? What's that?"

"Eh, don't you know?

"I don't know because I have amnesia"

"Then I'll talk to you briefly."

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Matari starts explaining.

The deepest part of the forest north of the city of art. That it is in a dim, creepy, jittery place where the sunlight does not enter.

I don't know when, who, or for what, the old mossy temple that does exist.

I don't even know what's being served. The Star Church is also aware of the existence of the temple, but does not intend to interfere with it.

The Star Church is not tolerant of other religions because of monotheism. Moreover, an unknown temple of detail exists near the kneeling art of the star god. It's not strange at all that every heretic inquisitor is smashing it. But the star church is strictly untouched, and vice versa, the beginning and end of building to the juncture.

The residents were also spooked, and one day they began to rumor that a terrible demon was being sealed.

"Hmm."

"But the scariest part is that they hear voices coming from the temple. There's a groaning voice resenting everything in this world. Do you think anyone who hears that grudge will go mad? … I've got goosebumps gradually"

Talk to yourself. I'm scared of myself, Matari. The brave man impressed me in a different way that he was clever.

"But the beautiful sapphire collapsed, didn't it? Then it's not a solution. Are you a heretic inquisitor? I didn't break them when they changed their mind."

"That seems to be the difference. They say there's been a lot of fuss around the church soldiers since about dawn. They said the shrine wasn't broken, it was“ broken. ”Soon every junction was destroyed or something. So, why did the temple break down?... hey, I kind of have an appetite"

Matari is depressed that he has lost his appetite. The brave man tried to penetrate it because he ate it all and was full, but he seemed tired, so he stopped.

"If you care so much, go check it out? I'll follow you after the labyrinth, so guide me. That solves it in one shot, right? See for yourself."

"Huh. Uh. No, I, uh... Gohon, hey, because I have a bit of a cold. also, I will refrain from forests"

"Who was so angry in the morning?"

Matari shrinks when the brave man stares at him with his zit eyes.

"Wow, I'm not good at being afraid of dark or anything. I've never actually seen the shrine either. So, uh, this time, I won't."

"You can't be afraid of the dark or something, but you're going into an underground labyrinth?

"Could it be stupid? 'And the valiant tried to continue. Because I will be prepared for that.

"Yes, I'll do my best!

Matari responded instantly. It was the biggest voice I've ever heard.

"…… Good luck."

The brave man, shaken by his brain, accidentally looked up to the ceiling. The soup I drank was about to reflux.

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"... I knew you'd be licking your life"

Rob's tough first voice. The rating, which rose somewhat yesterday, seemed to have dropped again.

The brave man supports the stick of the tree and makes excuses.

"... I didn't lick it. I'm just a little sick. Because I'm as delicate as I seem."

"To your kidding gear, hangover from the first day. You're the first rookie to lick this far. Whether you're stupid or overpriced, you're about to get lost in the evaluation."

Put your arms together, Rob, who frowns. It is the eye that sees the great fool instead of being lost. This situation is sporadically cursed in front of the dozens of new guilders gathered. Appraisal would be a guy named Bottom Line. Does that mean it's awesome? A brave man thinks of such a thing indescribably.

"It's the price of gathering information. I'll accept that."

"Are you sure you're okay? Don't bother being a corpse from day one. I put him in the guild because I'm gonna cry."

"Oep. It's okay. I'll always be ready. I'm not going to fall down like this."

"Yu, brave man. Your legs are flat. Grab it on my shoulder."

"Ah, thank you, Matari. Excuse me for a moment."

On Matari's shoulder, bent just a little, the brave leans on grandiose.

"What the hell?"

"Some worldless idiot daughter must have come to play."

"Well, I'm pretty sure you're gonna die the most"

'You should try not to eat the entanglement. If we put it together badly, it's dangerous. "

'Damn, they licked the underground labyrinth, too. It's not a tourist destination.'

Compliments from the newcomers come into the hearts of the brave. When I check you with a fluttering vision, it's just those guys with heavy equipment.

A set of luxurious equipment, family crested martial arts. Having finished their pussies, they proudly named each other for their origins.

Sons of nobility, sons of knights, and prosperous young men who volunteer heroes.

When Rob clapped his hand loudly and partitioned again, he started talking in a voice that went well.

"Then get back on your mind and start the rally. Today is also the first day that you new guilders will meet. Some will already be getting to work, some won't be"

Rob looks over at the newcomers in turn and finally sends his gaze to the brave. Like weighing something. With those eyes, the brave man returns with a thin laugh.

Her face and posture were nothing but a hungover silly daughter, but deep madness was pregnant in her eyes. Like yesterday, when I hurt Jabba.

Rob continues to talk as if nothing had happened when he quickly strayed from his sight.

"Anyway, it's about building up workouts in the tunnel without being forced. And to 'survive' anyway. This is the most important. If you don't die, it'll work again and again. If he dies, that's it."

- Take care of your life. Take care of your life. If you die, it's over. If you die, it's over.

A title that everyone chants. The brave man thinks that if you don't like dying that much, you should pull it off. Whatever you do to die, kill the demon. There is no precedence for that. It is so decided. It has to be.

Rob's story continues even while the brave man is stuck in thought.

"From now on, you will be asked to crusade the demons of the upper echelons. It would be a good idea to form a sidekick party because the other guild newcomers have the same purpose. Crusade the demons and pay the change if you bring back the area. You got that?

To Rob's words, one of the newcomers raises his hand and asks a question.

"Well, why are you confined to the demons of the upper echelons?

"Good question. Simply put, it's to prevent you newcomers from being the bait for impossible quotes, demons. I'm going to give you a" temporary permit. "This guy is allowed to operate in the underground labyrinth for only three hours. When the time comes, the forcible return spell will work. That would be awesome."

"Is that three hours?"

"That's right. In about three hours, we'll do our best in exploring the upper levels. So as you gain experience, hunt demons and brush your arms. You brush your arms and the veterans ignore the miscellaneous fish and move on. The labyrinth trash is cleaned up and the church moisturizes with magic vegetables. Well, I'll do my best."

"When will that“ provisional ”be taken?

"It's all in the hands of the Alliance Master. If I admit my strength, I'll let you take the test. Well, the more you stop in my eyes, the more you bring back the area."

"Okay. I will try."

The newcomer, who seemed to grow up, nodded in a convincing manner. Rob turns his neck, tapping lightly to work hard. And I add that I forgot to tell you.

"By the way, temporary permits are not objects, they are engravings by magic. It's like he doesn't have to be 'accidental'. You don't have to worry about anything because even if you guys die, it activates on its own. I'll bury you properly."

'If they tear me apart, I'll only be back in the engraved area, though,' says Rob, who laughs ridiculously. The rookies' faces turn blue.

He also imagined that Matari was blue in the face. The brave man has been awakened by drunkenness, but his face is blue if he has no blood.

Rob laughs for a while, then returns to his serious face and pushes in.

"Anyway, prioritize survival for the first year. That way I can also see my righteousness.... half of the newcomers will fall off in their first year."

Die, give up, or look for another way. Without as many shepherds out there, the guild and the city will be overflowing with people. Rob told himself in a mockery that it might be as good as it is now in a way.

"How far have you explored the Alliance Master?

One of the newcomers asks to confirm. I guess you want to know about Rob's prowess.

"I've been to the lower level, to the 70th floor. The basement floor seems to be the deepest... Clearly, the magic vegetarian is so intense that he could have gone from the 70th floor. As long as you don't drink neutralizers."

"Oh, is that so bad?

"Just being on the spot makes my eyes glow, and my strength falls out of my body. That's a fine magic addiction for an hour over there. Well, I'm not stopping you guys from going. Explore the unknown in full. For the sake of backwards."

"Yes, I understand. Thank you very much."

The rookie pulls back looking threatened. The brave man who could care less also decided to raise his hand and ask questions.

"Hey. You know what's on the hundredth floor? Someone's been there before."

If you have a lot of vegetarian temper on the 70th floor, the hundredth floor would be even more amazing.

I wonder what the hell is there. The brave wanted to know that.

"Hundreds of floors are filled with dreams, hope and despair. Don't think about anything extra, just think about surviving, you hangover fool!

"Don't beat me up. Tell me."

"If only you could convince me."

"Don't forget that word."

When the brave smile at the sword swallow, Rob throws up.

"Can you remember the drunken word?"

Newcomers slap their pussies as they follow.

"He's gonna die the most."

"He's gone within three days."

"The gear is just everyday clothes out of bar, too. You're out of your mind."

"Lady Matari, it's weird, but it's tough being stuck around."

"It suits the fallen aristocrats."

"Come on, let's say it's an art clan."

"Hung, the great one is Sir G. Art, isn't it? I don't feel like honoring you now, Master Leken. '

The look on Matari's face when she heard that is strong. I guess he cares too. I don't know the details, but the brave man slapped him on the shoulder.

"If you regret it, you can give it back. Not words, but results."

"Ha, yes!

At the same time that Matari is in the mood, Rob's tightening words echo.

"Don't make it impossible though. Then dissolve!"

"Ooh!"

The newcomers respond well to Rob's hanging voice. The brave man also replied 'hey' out of his mind.

Rob walks away and the other rookies later leave. Later, the brave and the matari were left behind.

Walk out of the warrior's guild without setting a destination.

"Doh, what shall we do, brave man? Do you want to go to the labyrinth and see for now? Or should we look for other allies?"

"You were going to explore the labyrinth with me? Whatever you think, I'm poor. Plus, I'm drunk."

The brave man thought it was just the same room, but apparently it was the flow of doing it as a companion.

"Yes. It's on the edge of something that we came together like this. If you don't mind."

"Hmm, I don't mind, but don't you have eyes around you? You're a clan with your name, right? There's gonna be some weird rumors."

It may already be too late, but I'll stab the nail once and for all. I wanted to avoid being hated that it wasn't supposed to happen later.

"No, I don't care about that at all. Because, as I've told you before, it's the earliest glory of the past. I will show you with my own hands and with my glory back!

Matari is gripping her fist hard and rolling her eyes hot and tight.

The brave man nodded as he pulled a little to the momentum.

"Well, then, shall we go to the underground labyrinth just to see how things are going?"

"Right. You have to go through everything! See how strong your enemies are, then gather your allies!

Matari declares forcefully.

Though the brave man agrees, he thinks it will surely not be possible in his heart.

- There's no one to keep me company. Matari must all go away. Don't refuse what comes, don't chase what leaves. In the end, the last person you can count on is yourself. I realized when I stabbed the blade in the demon king's heart.

Brave men can do anything by themselves. Wave your sword, use magic, and manipulate healing techniques. A sign that it is the chosen one.

- Then you don't need company.

"Brave man, what's wrong? I'm leaving you!

A short distance away, Matari turns around and calls out. The sound of armor chatter echoes so far.

When the brave man laughs bitterly, he raises his hand gently towards Matari.

"Well, is that the rumored underground labyrinth and the first face-to-face meeting with them? What enemies come out of it.... Well, can you handle it? I've been able to handle it by myself."

Lonely, vain words overflowing from your mouth.

Using a wooden stick as a scepter replacement, the brave man moves on with support for his body, which has begun to flaunt again. My vision darkens. The sky should still be bright.

- I felt like I saw what my former companions looked like in my vision, which began to seep.

Faster palpitations. The sound of a heartbeat begins to sound slightly louder.

Though he is about to fall, the brave man speeds up his gait. Don't let them leave you. But I can never catch up. I should have known that.

"- Ah."

Disoriented, the brave fall off his face on the ground.

To clear the seeping vision, rub your eyes and check again.

There was a look of Matari rushing toward us worried.