Yuusha, Aruiwa Bakemono to Yobareta Shoujo

When Matari opened the heavy eye lid, a familiar thin dirty ceiling entered his sight.

With the gradual clearing of the vision that was sumptuous, we understand that it is one of the rooms of the Inn.

My body is heavy. My head hurts. Savings hurt like they did when I caught a cold.

(... that's like I was definitely in the labyrinth)

When I turned my back in doubt, I saw a brave man heading to my desk.

Unlike the usual cheerful look, the expression was serious enough to wonder if it was different.

Now if the language was polite, it would be almost as if it were someone else.

This is the first time Matari has seen her look like that, and I find it interesting.

I'll stare at what the hell you're writing.

Doesn't look good out of bed. Though I seem to be filling out something like a book with a pen.

The brave man ran his pen on paper, troubled from time to time.

(A little closer, you know what you're doing?

When Matari stepped out of her bed thinking about it, she fell off her pillow.

With the sound of it, the brave man quietly closes the book. He stopped working and approached me under Matari.

"- Morning. How are you feeling?

"Uh. I don't know very well. But I think it'll heal as soon as you get some rest."

"Yes, well, there's nothing to panic about. Rest your body slowly. Warriors need rest. Especially since you're going to run until you fall."

When I smile mean, I bring a plate with fruit that was on my desk.

Various fruits are cut into bites to make them easier to eat.

Looking luscious and delicious, Matari thought she was thirsty.

"You've been sleeping all day, so you'd be hungry. Come on, eat as much as you like. I bought it for your money, so don't hesitate."

The brave man pushes me to come on, so I throw it in my mouth of choice appropriately.

Fruit juice spreads in the mouth. The better the acidity stains and stimulates the brains on which it is applied.

"… Thank you very much. It's delicious."

"I got one, but isn't it a little too sour? I had my master look out for me."

"Yes, no, I'm fine. Thank you very much."

"I keep the water there, too. Oh, because I let you change your clothes on your own."

When Matari looks at her outfit, she wears unfamiliar clothes. When did they make me change my clothes?

"Ah, that"

"If you eat that, you'll be at rest for a while. 'Cause it's annoying if you can't do it and fall down again."

With that said, the brave man walks away from the bed and again grabs his sitting pen in the chair.

"... Um, what are you writing?

"Oh, this? Diary. Diary. It's nothing funny or anything. I have to do this. Thank you. I have to calm down."

I'll come closer and show you the book. I'm sorry to say this, but Matari thought it wasn't cute.

The contents were really a diary. What I saw, what I did, what I thought. It's just a common diary.

Always strong, arrogant, a girl who calls herself a brave man and uses magic.

That's why I grabbed the pen so hard that I felt uncomfortable wrapping up everyday events.

"... all the time, does that go on?

"............... Yeah, well, yeah. Really boring routine."

After being a little stuck in a response, the brave man replied. And go on.

"I am inscribing my living proof by writing this. Even if no one knows they have anything to read. I'm sure I won't read it back myself. Still, I think it's good. Even if I don't disappear, only this diary will remain for a while. I think that's enough. Because it can be left as a form."

"Yu, brave man?

When Matari speaks up, the brave man smiles bitterly with his sigh. With a tired look unworthy of the age of seventeen. From there, I could only read the idea of giving up.

"Nothing. Forget it. You're talking nonsense to yourself."

That being said, the brave man returns his gaze to his desk saying he is not going to speak anymore.

Silence wraps the room for a while. Only a slight sound is echoed as it is engraved into the diary with a pen.

…………

Matari lies in bed again. Then start working on the thread of memory.

Why the hell am I down? Did he suffer from an epidemic disease and suddenly fall? I don't think so.

There is a blank space in my memory. My memory is completely falling off until I come back to Extreme Pavilion.

From the moment on, Matari decided to give up remembering and remember after acting with the brave man.

Pull out the Hangover Brave and leave the Extreme Pavilion. Warrior Guild. Challenge to the Underground Labyrinth. An encounter with a demon. And meet the Jabbas.

- Yellow arrows. Red arrow.

Matari's head starts hurting. My body complains of pain. I don't have a scratch. I get anxious and ask the brave.

"Mr. Brave. Why am I falling?

"I didn't fall from fatigue. You were senselessly nervous. It's spiritual."

The words of the unsympathetic brave return.

(... fatigue? No, I'm sure)

Behind Matari's brain, a sight comes back to life. with red colors.

Without heeding the warnings of the brave, Matari entered the small room with momentum.

There was more than one sound of air coming out. A sharp object that is swept from all directions.

Myself being pierced through my body. Bright red liquid flowing out of your mouth. Spooky man mocking from the top of the box.

(Sure, I should have been pierced with arrows. Yet my body has no injuries)

Matari checks his body again.

She is forced to change into an unfamiliar sleeping roll, but nothing has changed to her body. The head and body are very heavy but nothing else seems unusual.

"Mr. Brave. I'm..."

"Shut up. Until your mental strength is restored, your sermon is behind you. Now sleep tight without telling me, Gudagda."

The brave man has a grumpy expression and tells it in a strong tone.

Matari is convinced that something happened in that room. That's what it is. I'm afraid to know. But we have to make sure.

When you get out of bed, you start walking to the brave. A fluttering body hits the table and the fruit on which it was placed falls. Fruit that has been messed up. The juice stained from the crushed fruit appeared to be human blood for some reason. My vision is distorted.

"Mr. Brave, why am I alive? Indeed, I am fatally wounded. But why are you alive?"

"Why are you alive? Because you're not dead. You are definitely alive. My face is too brainy for a zombie to gool. So it's okay. You're alive."

"I put it in a trap in that room, so, so!

Matari suppresses his face with both hands. I feel something pouring out of my eyes. My body is cold. Cold as it freezes.

Remembers the earliest moments. That feeling of gradual loss of consciousness. Fear of impending death. I can't forget even if I try to.

"That's weird. I told you to go to sleep. After you've completely recovered. [M] I'll slap you into that pig-like head even if you say you don't like it. So don't worry about sleeping."

A brave man pushes Matari back to bed forcefully. Hold down Matari trying to resist.

"So, but!

"But it's not. Even if I can temporarily recover my strength, I can't even heal my spirit. Sleep is the best way to restore mental strength. In other words, all you need to do is sleep unconsciously. You don't have to think about it. If you find out..."

"Heal? Did the brave man help me? But how the hell!?

Blocking the words along the way, Matari throws questions early in the arrow.

I was desperate not long ago. Matari's expression that she also wants to grab straw. I wanted to make sure he was alive. If I hadn't talked to someone, the fear of death would have pushed me. So Matari grabbed the brave man's body with all his might. Grab both arms of the brave man, stand up your nails and never let go.

Your eyes are off track, and from the side, you'll think you're touching them. The spirit of Matari was just before the confusion. It was in a dangerous area.

"You're not really listening. Prepare yourself because I'm going to correct you. But first..."

The brave man remains in captivity and looks to Matari's eyes. Unfocussed capture it.

Matari's body, captured by the brave man's blue eyes, becomes stiff. Gradually losing power. But there is no fear of death as there was earlier. The freezing cold disappears. Warm relief wraps my heart.

He opened his eyes and the brave man muttered only one word.

"Sleep."

◆

The battle is over and the hustle and bustle of the other day is quiet as if it were a lie.

It is full of the smell of blood and the smell of human burning.

"I did too much. Well, I didn't mean to let one get away with it, so do you mind? But my body's gone."

The leadership of the outer road was meant to end when it first hit me. That has been a halfway blow.

Thank you. My body is badly cleaned. I sigh that I will stop being unarmed until I am in the mood.

Brave men do not choose weapons. If you use it, you can look for something else. For this reason, the brave man took the dagger knife he used on the outer road.

There is no blade spill, and the quality seems good inside.

When the brave man can carry the dagger knife to his waist, he approaches Matari, who is falling on the edge.

Kneel next to him and observe his body. There are dozens of sharp arrows stabbed. There is also a lot of bleeding. The impact is also crushing the bones.

- It looks like an arrow to the heart is fatal.

There is no longer a bright light in the vain eyes that remain open.

If normal.

…………

Brave men pull out arrows one by one with no expression. The moment I pulled it out, I felt uncomfortable scraping the meat.

The jaw is hooked to the bone. When I pulled it out forcefully, I had a piece of flesh creeping against my skin. Removing the broken armor, he also cleans out his back.

Matari's head rolling without force. Its vain eyes capture the direction of the brave.

The brave man held his hand reflexively, closing Matari's eyes. My breathing gets rough. If I touch the body long enough, I'm going crazy.

From that mouth, I don't know when my grudges against the brave will be squealed.

"Why didn't you help me?" Why are you alive? Why, why, why?

The brave man nauseates and pulls and throws the last arrow.

Meditate and breathe once to calm your spirit.

…………

Are you sure this is the right thing to do? I don't know for sure. I can't make a decision.

Isn't it easier for this daughter to die like this?

But I know what I want to do. Then I guess that's what we should do. Always choose your own path. So I don't regret it. That's what I decided then.

- "For the rest, I have no remorse for this ending. I didn't entrust myself to such things as destiny. Everything was decided. Yes, we chose the rest and this is the end. You can't be sorry.

The brave man leans back Matari and sets his cold hands together in the center. As if to take a prayer attitude.

"It unifies the spirit and activates it to avoid being drawn into it. I'm alive. I'm alive. I'm certainly here."

Put it in your mouth and confirm. Never be drawn in. Not so exceptional when it comes to brave men. Do not listen to the dead.

Place your left hand against your own chest and your right hand against Matari's chest. A pale light emanates from the brave man's body.

"- O wandering wretched soul, answer my prayer and return to this vessel to pay"

It conveys the body of a brave man, and a pale light flows into Matari.

At the same time, life is lost from the face of the brave man. Your breathing is rough and your heart beats hard. When consciousness is about to turn away, the brave man bites his lips and endures. Ignore the unpleasant feeling of trying to make you look back. Never accept the sweet whispers in your ears.

The pain continues. Storm of arrows that led to Matari's death. Equivalent pain sharpens the spirit of the brave.

- Not yet. Will you come yet? Quick. It's time for danger. So hurry. I can't do this anymore. Now hurry up. Now!

"Come back, pig girl!!

When I shouted and slapped Matari's chest, the light that was pale flashed until it dazzled.

Brave men are bounced backwards. He stomps with a consciousness that is about to interrupt, and flutters to get under the matari. The light has subsided, but the eyes of the brave are still tickling.

Put your ear to the heart. I hear a heartbeat. Hands to the mouth. I'm breathing. Body wounds are completely blocked. Redness began to mix with my body.

"Do you manage to succeed? Instead, I'm dying."

Magic I've only used as much as I count before. Something that offends the contraindication of resurrecting the dead.

However, it has no effect on death due to illness or life expectancy. Don't let too much time pass. No need to leave the vessel. If you can't stand the pain of death you visit, resuscitation fails.

The stake is your own soul. Draw the souls of the wandering dead again. At that time, it becomes defenseless. If you answer that voice that tries to draw in the raw, you will probably die. If the spirit succumbs to that sweet whisper.

"I won't use it again. Next, maybe die."

I found my voice closer than before. Until now, it never came to my ear. I feel like "it” will show up on the front next.

I was able to withstand it this time, but the wear and tear is severe. I think I'm losing my mental strength. I feel like my soul is rubbing off.

I can't stop beating fast. Distorted vision.

I couldn't speak anymore, and the brave man fell asleep on the floor. The corpse without the neck of the outer passage got into my eyes, so I felt even more annihilated.

Turn your gaze toward Matari. I still don't seem to regain consciousness. The armor will be useless no more. Normally, the user would be dead and damaged. It was also a hundred million robbers to think about how to mislead.

(I want to lie down in bed right now. Really sloppy. It's hard to go back)

The brave man sighs with all his heart. Why were you so tired?

Matari's consciousness, which is the cause, will not return for the time being. Not that sweet in the world.

Resurrection and physical wounds can heal, but not to the wounded spirit. Sleeping is the only way to recover.

And I also drained my spirit significantly, and I can't move.

That means we have to wait till time in this room, where the corpses are scattered with flesh pieces.

Check the stars on your left. About thirty minutes later? When a large crowd of rats arrived now, the brave thought, "Don't bother.

(Speaking of which, if there is a transfer spell to return to, I wonder if it is also possible to transfer halfway underground. Hmm, I don't know)

The next time he decided to ask Matari or the transverse gatekeeper, the brave man tried to wake up his upper body.

- At that moment, I hear a patsy slap of my hand from the entrance to the small room.

The brave frowned wondering which idiot was applauding or something. The scraps just now may have come back as zombies. I'm sure I should have burned it, I regret it just a little bit.

I think regret should be corrected and look back in the direction where there are signs that it should be implemented immediately.

An eye unfriendly pink color jumped into my sight. Even though it's in the labyrinth, it's glowing for some reason. As self-asserting.

Whispering, the brave man who accidentally covered his eyes lowered his arms a little bit.

A pink magician-style robe could be found on the pink dust hat. From beneath the tongue hat, the long silver hair stretches to the waist.

Brave men have never done anything but shortcuts because of the difficulty of taking care of them. I couldn't afford that with all my energy to fight demons.

A weird woman dressed in such a pinky costume and with a wand of crystals. Are you in your late twenties to early thirties?

I know it's good to be beautiful, but my tastes and personality look bad.

My first impression was "Pinky with a bad taste and personality".

"I was unexpectedly losing my words to such a sad and touching sight. A girl who mourns the death of her companions and performs a ritual of soul control with grief. How tragic. Oh, I think I'm gonna cry."

In a deliberate tone of acting, he sends a sympathetic gaze only of form. Use a handkerchief in your hand to wipe your eyes.

I haven't been able to hide that laugh in my mouth, and I find out that I'm genuinely making fun of you. He doesn't even seem willing to hide it.

- My personality is rotten. Brave men who are aware that their sexual roots are twisted soon found out.

There's nothing busy about this kind of arrangement. So it is right to push him back immediately.

"Yes, then you would have been satisfied. Will you leave when you're ready? Because I'm blind."

"Oh, my God. I can't believe it. Is it sentimental because your people are dead?

One reply returns two annoying words. I can see that your willingness to continue the conversation is rapidly decreasing. The brave man's slight spiritual strength is diminishing.

The pinky magician leans closer to the head and to the chief of the laid-back outer passage as he turns his wand. No matter how much you look for your head, you'll never find it. Because the brave man wiped him out with his proud fist. The wreckage is rolling on one side of the floor.

I raise my voice, um, wondering, playing with my torso with a tung and a cane. Apparently, he's checking his outfit.

"Hey, did you kill the salvados? I don't think you're the kind of person a hungry ghost can kill. I wonder what happened."

"I bounced my neck off the clap I fell on. It was an accident. I've done something wrong."

"Heh, yeah. That's amazing."

"So now I'm sorry for your loss. May the scraps go to hell soon. Get the hell out of here if you know what I mean."

"Huff, you funny kid"

With a thin smile, Pinky bounced his torso off with a cane. A corpse without a neck is slammed against the wall and black blood is smashed.

The brave man, who had another blood splash, decided to complain.

"Hey, stop it because the blood will splash. Because of the smell."

"I'll be fine. Because the magic makeup keeps the blood from splashing. After all, beauty is important to a woman. I would spare no investment for that. Wow."

"Ahhh. Enough, get out."

The brave man gently flushed. And point to the entrance, but the pinky won't move.

"So, can you tell me how you killed this' Trapper Salvado '? But he's not the kind of guy who gets picked up by the rush for a" temporary permit. "You're paying back a bunch of prize-fighting adventurers. Wow that really intrigues me about how the hell I did it."

Pinky laughs and gradually comes packing the distance.

The brave man confirms the time remaining. It hasn't changed since earlier. Unfortunately, it seemed like we had to hang out.

"So, on the clap of falling..."

"For that matter, I wonder why my men around me are dying in pieces. That's a very artistic way to kill. It's like it exploded from the inside."

Pinky is slowly walking around the room, checking the carcasses one by one.

All this seems terrible, the brave man thought to other personnel. But the end of the outer road is like that.

"Didn't you set fire to the booze you were drinking and blew it up? See, when you're high, you're on fire. Probably. I, what I saw with these eyes"

The brave man responds appropriately without thinking. It's also mental power to make excuses. I need to think about it.

Pinky is getting frustrated gradually or his gaze is getting sharper.

"……… You don't seem to be able to tell me honestly. - Let's give it a try."

"Do it? Nothing good, but I can't help it now, so I intend to. Yeah, well, think about the will."

To the provocative woman's gaze, the brave man answers by distorting her mouth. The tone began to change. If you start an attack, it's more than a half-kill.

The gaze bumps into each other for about a few seconds, and there is a one-touch, immediate air.

After a short while, Pinky took his gaze off and glanced lightly at his shoulder.

"... today, I'll stop it. Dangerous person who killed Salvador by any means. Even if you're a shit-hungry ghost, you've never been over alert. All of a sudden, you're not smart enough to set me up."

"That would be better. It's been a rough day. Oba's opponents are tired. Sticky and persistent."

Wave your hand flashing, and the brave man answers. Pinky's expression changed like a demon only for a moment, but he returned soon.

Bad personality and taste, but funny in the face, the brave man only slightly increased Pinky's rating.

"Shall we have a business meeting before we interrupt? I'm not too busy."

"……… business negotiations?

To the brave man's astonished gaze, Pinky shows the back of his left hand with a smile.

There is an engraving of a six-mang star, emitting a suspicious red light.

"I'm Edel Weiss, the magician. His real name is Edel the Necromancer. They deal with flames and corpses.

Pinky things. Something like a human soul seeps out of Edel Weiss' body.

He floats fluffy around Adele, emitting a creepy blue and white light.

The brave predicted that this would move onto the body. I remember because there was a similar guy in the demon.

"…… a forensic magician"

Going out of your way to reveal what's in your hand is evidence of confidence in your strength.

This woman goes into alert and prepares for an ambush when she doesn't seem to be just pink.

"I hate the way you call me that. I didn't do anything wrong."

"You haven't even done anything good, though. The forensic user is always this guy..."

"I am. What a human being is just a piece of meat if he dies. Because I'm going to collect it and clean it for you. Use meat chunks to defeat demons. Deliver the extracted magic vegetables properly to the church. I get high praise from the guild. Therefore, I will not be removed from my guild."

As he lowers his left hand, Edel squeezes his wand with both hands. A drifting human soul dwells in a crystal and lights its empty eyes.

"So, what the hell kind of business do you want with that perverted magician? Don't push dead bodies."

"It's easy to talk. I want you to sell Salvado's body there and your people's."

"Huh?"

The brave man is stunned by the sudden suggestion.

"The truth is, I was going to ask Salvado to sell me a corpse for the meat wall. Because Salvado only collects his neck and dumps his torso. But they've changed, so this is how I'm asking you to do it. You understand me?

Sending his gaze to Matari lying there, Adele smiles a nigga and a creepy smile.

The brave thought strongly that this woman was still a pervert. Pinky is enough.

"I don't care if it's that salvado or salmata, but you can't have this girl. 'Cause he's alive."

In the words of the brave, pinky with the look of ridiculousness. You don't seem to believe it at all.

If you look at the tragedy of the armor you're equipped with, it's more ridiculous to think you're alive.

(Well, they're both hands together in a meaningful way. It just looks like a corpse though)

"I know you wish you were alive, but you're not dead, no matter how you look at it. It's time to see reality. You can't go ahead like that. What matters in this labyrinth is switching. You have to walk forward."

"It is."

In response to Pinky's thankful sermon, the brave man replied with a bar-reading tone.

"It is. There's no mistake in what I say. So, the amount. Salvado has one silver coin. I'll buy that blonde for ten silver coins. It would be a broken price for a dead body. I want you to thank me. Wow."

"Huh."

"Salvado is disposable for meat walls because it has no neck and is severely damaged. If the wound weren't a little too much. Because he worked out quite a bit. Besides, my blonde daughter has a beautiful face and feels good inside. I'll crush you till it breaks."

"What are you smiling at, you?"

"If you die, everyone will be a chunk of meat. It rots, maggots gush, decays and becomes bone. I'm making that circulation faster for you. I don't think it's bad for anything. Wow."

"I think maggots are boiling in your head. I'll make sure you're dead."

"Thank you very much for that. Then this is the money. Take it as you wish."

When I squeal like that, I throw a bag full of silver coins at the brave man. The brave man grabbed it and pulled out only one piece of silver coin and threw it back.

I have no intention of selling Matari. Because it brought him back to life after exhausting his spirit.

But the brave thought he might have taken it as a nuisance fee.

"I'll only receive one silver coin. Do as you please without that neck. But no matari. This is the second time, but this girl is alive. So I'll never sell it. If you doubt it, come over here and make sure."

"I'm really persistent. Hey. Well, that's good. If that makes sense, I'll make sure of it. I will also pray for you after confirmation. Thank you."

With his hands deliberately raised and frightened, Edel gives in beside Matari and begins his observation with his eyes narrowed. A little, 'Is that it?' And he gives me a surprised look.

"What do you say? He's breathing properly, and he'll have a pulse. By the way, unlike you, I don't use extrajudicial methods."

"… Ugh, lie. Why are you alive? With all these deep wounds, there's no way you can heal in time."

From the situation of the damaged armor, Edel predicts damage to the flesh. Touch your body and squeal when you make sure there are no scratches.

"- Oh, that's impossible."

"Aren't you lucky?

When the brave man shudders, Adele stares at him.

"You can't handle it with luck. Fatal injuries are impossible to heal. That's common sense!... What the hell is that?"

Adele meditates on one eye and is delayed in thought.

"Well, just give it up. It's kidnapping to take a living human being. If you try to force me, I'll kill you."

A brave man speaks out cold, but Adele is not convinced. He's really not convinced by the fact that Matari's alive.

I ignore the words of the brave and enter the vortex of thought.

"…… Speaking of which, there is some strange light. You hungry ghost, no way. But that's not..."

"Listen to people."

"... Ha, I can't help it. I'll put up with just this neckless salvado. Wow. Thought you'd get a good, little, beautiful corpse around the corner. I'm so sorry."

As the pervert was vomiting the words the pervert deserved, the brave man listened softly.

When Adele taps the tip of the wand onto the floor, the magic blade is released. It cut off Salvado's right hand and fell in front of the brave. There is red and black fluid flowing from the cutting surface of the wrist. The brave man explores the intent, wondering if it would be harassment.

"……… What are you going to do?

"I don't do anything to deprive people of their control. That's your loot. It's not mine."

If you look closely at your right hand, there is an engraving with the knife and the key crossed. The brave thought that it would probably represent a profession.

Because Edel had a red six-mounted star on his hand.

"What are you going to do with these hands? You don't think you can make ornaments out of this?

"You idiot. Once you've taken the prize neck, you're supposed to bring it back to the professionally engraved area. Brag about it when you get back to the guild. I'm sure they'll be surprised."

When he smiles suspiciously, Adele starts chanting by turning her wand magnificently.

In the meantime, the brave man pinches up his wrist and throws it into a leather bag so stuffed that his tail rots. On a pile of dob-smelling tails, the wrist of the outer lane.

The feelings of the brave become dark. I don't need any more money, so I'm driven by the feeling I want to incinerate it refreshingly right now.

but I did my best to enjoy it. Because it seemed like it would be used a lot.

"Well, then I'll go. I remember your face. Wow. Sometimes I want to take my time again. I will definitely see you again. I hope you're safe until reunion day."

Adele pokes her wand as she extends her tail. A red glow emerges from the crystal, wrapping a salvado without a neck.

After a short while, the torso rose gently and walked out to the entrance of the small room.

"…… So, you're taking it home?

"You have to manipulate it a little bit and get used to it. I'm not taking it back to the city. Send them to a certain place and summon them when necessary."

"... ahhh"

"Then be in a good mood. Until the day I see you again."

As she left, Adele went out to cross her nose. No neck after that. Salvado goes after him.

The brave man drips his head in a gut. She praised herself that it was just a big thing that didn't fall down.

"She was a stormy woman. Besides, they remembered my face. I don't want to see pink for the time being. And I want to go home. I wonder how many more minutes."

A brave man whines to himself when he bumps. Matari still doesn't wake up.

In the end, the brave man waited on the spot until the time the transfer spell was activated. Luckily, the demon didn't show up.

This is because Edel was cleaning the aisle from one end with Salvado without a neck, but the brave man has no reason to know.

In time, the brave and the matari are sent to the ground. A brave man trying to get back to the city, taking charge of Matari in his temper in the face of being a helo. Naturally, the clothes are bloody, so the gatekeeper finds them and takes great care of them.

"It is unacceptable to walk in the city with blood paint because it leads to a disturbance of security. As if I wanted to change clothes. Wash it off in the water if you don't like it, 'the brave man said thankfully.

Disgustingly, he pays a hundred copper coins again, and the brave man wraps himself in the white robe of the star church. Matari seems to have missed me because he's an injured person.

The horizontal gatekeeper looks at the armor situation and gives a strange look as to why he's alive, but he didn't ask about the circumstances in particular.

I guess I can't care less about a lot of adventurers.

With Matari on his back, the brave man slowly begins to head to the Extreme Pavilion. After that, I have to go to the Warrior Guild and redeem the site.

"It was kind of a day with all sorts of things. Let's take it slow tomorrow. Let's drink and hang out. Let's do that."

The sun is completely set. The city of art was busy with adventurers and travelers.

- The long day of the braves is finally over.