Fifty hierarchies called oak territory.
A line of leading ranger guilds cautiously advanced their steps.
From the rear, faces selected from each guild continue, and at the rear, Church Sergeant Squad Laflorencia stands by.
If the enemy's offense seems harsh, it will retreat immediately and be withdrawn while the Order soldiers are holding back.
The rescue of a detained adventurer, etc., is so inconceivable. Because all I want is the fact that I let the rescue go once and for all.
Consequently, although the Rangers without orders, they are on the move to be able to escape immediately.
However, against my expectations, I was able to make my way to the nest.
Oak carcasses roll from time to time on the side of the road and can be seen after engaging the adventurers.
The Rangers decided that although they were dumb adventurers, they seemed to have fought surprisingly well. Probably pinched on the way down this aisle.
"But, well, you've done so much with this. I thought there was an oak on the lookout."
Bogan whines as he strokes his' face '.
"Isn't the feast already started? You know, earlier than usual this year."
My men express their thoughts, but Bogan doesn't stick around.
"From all this morning? Didn't those guys start making foolish noises at night?
"That's what's happening with all the scholars. I don't care about that. Have you ever heard of pig ecology? I'm not interested."
Crowe pinches his mouth in a harsh manner as he jerks off his noisy shaped whip.
Bogan asked to touch the swelling, threatening inside to see when it would fly.
"Oh, hey, what are you pissing off about?"
"Don't you see? Beastly stench on this ugly pig skin. It's like torture. Oh, I wouldn't do that if I was annoyed!
Keeping his voice down, Klau dews his anger. Apparently, he can't stand the oak disguise.
Bogan looks at the ranger guild guys around him.
They're all disguised as orcs, so I have no idea who it is.
With the equipment and stature, it is enough to manage to discern.
Bogan's got a big axe, Crowe's got steel whips and all that.
Incidentally, the oak skin is stained with oak 'blood'. The skin is also naturally peeled from the oak.
A special perfume was applied to it, and the human odor was scrupulously worked to prevent it from being found out.
"Well, that's been a while now, too. It will be time for a large group of oaks to arrive. Then put up a smokescreen and withdraw immediately. I can't stand this pork noodle either. A good man would ruin it."
Hey, when Bogan asks his surroundings for their consent, his men give him a rare compliment.
"Sure! But my head isn't much the same as usual."
"Not at all. It's completely uncomfortable!
"The boulders are heads!
"Hey, what does that mean!! I said I look like an oak.
A sharp blow bursts into Bogan's body when he accidentally yells at him.
A roaring Crowe whip wraps around Bogan's throat and tightens it up gooey. All merciless. No help, as usual.
"Hey, you oaky. Don't you look just like me until you have a delightful nap? If you shout up so loud, your enemies will notice you! You don't understand, you brain-muscled bear bastard!
"Bu, pu, puppy, crunchy"
From under the oak mask, Bogan starts spitting bubbles.
Put your hands together and beg forgiveness. My consciousness is gradually starting to fade.
"Ah, Mr. Tsubaki. Please calm down."
"That's right. If you don't stay put, your head dies."
"And your voice is big too - no, it can't be anything!
"Chip, that's pathetic!
Freed from the threat of a whip that was compressing his throat, Bogan hurries to take in the air.
The starchy air of the labyrinth, but I have no choice but to live. Inhale and exhale to the best of your ability.
Bogan doesn't get angry anymore because this much is a routine tea meal. If I do that, I'll triple it and come back.
Therefore, I decided to call it a fortitude with a certain temper.
"Oh, I almost accidentally ascended. I was on the verge of Ike over there."
"Or head. Are you sure you're okay?
"Of course. Nothing wrong with that."
"My head is amazing."
Inspiring men. Klau seemed frightened.
"Damn, only your body is sturdy. Anyway, let's move on. When you're ready to escape. If security is loose, I'll change the operation and go in."
In unexpected words, Bogan and his men look at each other. I don't know the expression because it's a pork face, but it would be a Kyoton.
"Oh, man. That's a different story. Whatever it takes, it's impotent."
"I'm talking about what happened. If there's a gap, stick it in at the same time as my signal and sprinkle the flash shell and smoke screen. Take only the guy who's going to be able to help you, and go straight to Osarava. Let the guys behind you do the butt wipe. Don't beat the crap out of your head for once!
"Heh, heh!
"Copy that!
"You can count on me!
The temperament of my men. I'm not frightened at all when it comes to the possibility of breaking into an oak nest.
Many of these ancient ginseng people are brave and unarmed. Though I can say I'm an idiot who hasn't thought of anything. I think it's okay if I leave it to Bogan or Crowe to think about it.
Even though he smiles bitterly, Bogan feels strength in his arms. Because apparently I understood myself to be one of the fools. If you leave the difficult things to Klau, it's fine. If anything happens, you can die instead. That's all.
It wasn't until Bogan and the others started acting strangely that they noticed it.
Almost the main road to the oak nest. In the course of that journey, a large number of carcasses are scattered that can only be described as unusual. There are no human bodies. It's all oak.
Scattered limbs and guts. A torso that is pierced as if it had been piled by rock skin. Some bodies have been dropped from their necks and are sitting on the spot.
That's about a few dozen just looking at it. Probably more.
It's hard to think of it as the work of the people who came to collect oak flowers. I can only describe it as ravaged to see the body.
In the first place, they only gathered together, and I don't think they can unilaterally kill so many of the elites in front of the nest.
"……… What the hell is going on here?"
"I don't know. But don't be alarmed."
"It's obvious. Who are you talking to?
When we nod at each other, we proceed cautiously with vigilance.
Without any resistance, the line leads to the entrance to the nest - the gate. To the 'it was a gate' place to be precise.
Where the gate would have been, it was completely crushed, and there was no shadow to see already. Around it, the carcasses of the blasted oak are rolling to fill the ground. Was it blown away by some kind of magic? Exactly what the word "exhaustive" deserves.
…………
Bogan sends a signal with his jaw. The lightest man nods and begins to break inside. Drop the bag on your hips and the flash shell and smoke screen will burst. A finely crafted oak mask will not be affected by it.
Dozens of seconds would have passed. There is no sign that the trick has been activated. There is no such thing as a noise.
After a while, Bogan and the others start breaking in.
- What was spreading there?
Scattered hundreds, no. Corpses, corpses, corpses that could span a thousand.
The smell of full blood, the smell of burnt meat, those odors of death mix in and stick hard into his nose.
A damaged corpse with white eyes peeled and tongue stretched to the extreme.
Meat chunks that do not fasten the prototype. A carcass with a face of fear and anguish on it.
A number of limbs scattered all over. Still raising black smoke, something carbide.
That was exactly the sight we deserved to call the hell of the world.
The first men who entered were lagging behind with their hips out.
"Ka, ka, head, ko, what the hell............"
"- Hey, what the hell. How could this happen!
Kraw, who can't hide his surprise in tragedy. My men are standing still.
Bogan sets up a big axe with both hands, guarding the area. There's a good chance the guy who caused this is still around.
There is no guarantee that it will be an ally.
It is clear that it was not the work of the adventurer who broke into gold.
"... calm down. We'll start the investigation. Never get distracted. Find out if there are any survivors. And if it's who we are right now, maybe Orc can tell us what's going on. I don't care, but I'm sure of it. Don't miss it."
Everyone snorts at the words of Bogan, who pushed him to death. While each holds his mouth, he checks the meat mass. Enjoying the nausea of trying to overflow.
Being in a space like this wouldn't keep you for an hour if you were on a decent nerve. There is absolutely no way to get used to it. If you're a normal person, you break before you get used to it.
There wasn't a single human being alive. "The cage was rotten enough to be locked away."
"Right. You most likely ate these guys' convolutions. Is survival hopeless?... What about the body?
"There hasn't been a recent one. The only thing that happened was a bone-drying guy. These days, it's not easy."
"Right. Okay."
Crowe throws up uncomfortably, crushing the decorated 'bone' with a whip.
When his men bow their heads silently, they return to investigative work.
Then shortly, one of my men just screams out of his way.
"Ka, head, chin!! I made it easier to find Orc's survival!! It's tedious, but I'll manage to keep you alive!
"Is that true!? Don't let him die yet!
He rushes to the spot and looks down at the demon who is losing power and falling down.
The figure of an oak captain who is a bug breath but is painstakingly conscious. He's certainly alive.
But there is no doubt that he will soon be out of breath because he is full of creativity and bleeding intensely.
Signal him not to get his hands on it, and Bogan changes his voice color and starts talking. While taking care to get as close to the voice color of the oak as possible.
"Uh, what the hell's wrong, brother! Who did this to you!
"Then it's a monster, a monster. To just one little girl, my orc..."
Keep your eyes closed, orcs trying to accept death. Grab his chest and force him back.
"Answer the question, my compatriot. That'll make it easier right away. Who the hell is my little girl!?
"Yu, the brave, the brave and that guy named him. The hero of our oak is easy on humans. And then there was the light."
"... well. You spoke well. Then I'll give you a hand right away. Hey, one shot makes it easier."
Bogan hands off Orc's body and cages his strength in his right hand. Turn your gaze to Kluw for once. The reply is a trick to scratch my throat with my thumb.
"K, kuff, hahahahahahaha! Only one of us killed us! Oh, he's behind you, too! Oh, that horrible creature is coming to kill us! Gugegegegegee, Gugegegee"
Oak captain laughing like crazy while spreading blood reflexes.
Bogan put the big axe over his head and waved it down with momentum. Brain pulp splashed, and the last orc that was surviving this scene was doomed.
"Brave man - that little girl? He might do it. No, besides him, isn't it possible? I can't imagine riding in alone and sweeping one race completely. If he's truly a legendary brave man, no wonder."
Bogan remembers the face of the girl who names the brave man. Big mouth slapping, petty daughter. That was my first impression.
But the occasional glimpse of an empty expression. I can't laugh at that now that I've seen it.
It's not weird that my neck is flying at the next moment if I get angry. Bogan is convinced that that girl is real.
"…… Are you the daughter of a brave man who took over Salvado and Russ bastards? You missed solicitation."
"Right. The beans were also destroyed before this. She's a horrible girl."
"It doesn't pin on me, but if you're going to say that much, I wonder if there's something there."
"Something"? Hung, look at this thorough killing. Who can ride into a thousand demon nests all by herself? Isn't this proof that you're a brave man? Born to defeat demons, he is the most powerful man. "
Bogan just says, shut his mouth.
"The legendary brave, the mightiest man, huh? It's like a bad joke. He still understands a terrible demon better."
Crowe takes off his oak mask and throws it abusively.
A report from a man who completed the investigation found that the oak flower fields had been completely burned down.
After a while, church soldiers and other guild men have lined up to get into the nest, so explain the situation. At first, they were half-hearted denominational soldiers, but seeing the orcs really wiped out, they finally figured things out.
When I immediately contacted the ground, the adventurers, who were hostages, were found to have escaped.
The rescue unit, which lost its purpose, all retreated to the ground after burning down the remains of the oak.
○ Report on rescue operations
-About groups of oaks
Confirm the complete annihilation of the oak that inhabited the nest.
There are signs of annihilation with the overwhelming magic of the natural mutants.
-About mutant oak.
I discovered a 'arm' of red oak, which seems to have mutated due to some factor.
Other parts are severely damaged and therefore indistinguishable. "Arms" asks the Scholar Guild to investigate.
-About the adventurers who were missing.
Though imprisoned by orcs, the vast majority escaped the labyrinth. found naked at the underground labyrinth entrance.
They testify that a certain person wiped out the oak by himself and handed me the metastatic stone. The survival of the orc was considered true because it said the same thing.
The original purpose of the operation was accomplished unexpectedly, as the safety of key figures in the country was also confirmed.
The orc nest is believed to have completely collapsed and, as a species, to have been wiped out.
In the future, attention should be paid to changes in ecosystems near the labyrinth fifty tiers.
A ferocious detached oak could appear on the upper level of the labyrinth. Each guild will be notified to draw attention to the adventurers.
As for “a certain person" belonging to the Warrior Alliance, it is considered necessary to conduct a situation hearing later.
Above.
Ikona, heretical interrogation bureau
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"…… not good. Really tasteless."
Earlier, I chew up the "star beans" that I was forced to buy from the boulevard bean sale with a bold bite.
Only bitter taste spreads jittery in the mouth and is really unpleasant. Only the teeth are excellent, so I thought I'd still chew this up.
"The lady there. How about some delicious star beans? My beans aren't what they used to be!
A healthy middle-aged woman punches the brave man in the back with momentum.
I tried to reply if I didn't want it, but I don't get the word out because I've been slapped in the back in a row.
Pushed by the momentum, beans are added to the sachet during the period.
"Hey, hey. What on your own."
"Yes, now it's just one copper coin!
I put a piece of copper coin on top of my palm in awe of what a push sale it would be.
"Every time!
"… we have more beans again."
I have no choice but to start eating bollocks again. I see. Now it's sweet and sour. Earlier bitterness has been alleviated.
Looks like it hit some good-looking beans.
And it came from nowhere to the white crow.
Like I said, it comes on the shoulders of the brave.
"What. If you want beans, I'll give them to you. Because I have a drink. I knew it was a bean for birds."
Throw the beans at the crow and they begin to peck happily. After all, even the former Holy Beast nodded that the bird was a bird.
"You look kind of blown out."
"Well."
"... you didn't listen to my warning."
"Do as much as you can, and then it's over. That's not good."
"Oh well. But I miss you. I could see you around the corner again. '
"Why don't you go back to the field like the others?
'I don't like it now. Besides, it's not right for you to sneak around. I don't want you to call me Reaper. Live easy like this. "
That was the end of the conversation with the birdhead. There was nothing else to talk about, so the brave man decided to think of something else.
Simply put, it is an excuse. We'll have to think about it appropriately from now on.
Without letting Matari or Edel know anything, he took the liberty of storming the Oak's nest.
Naturally, you'll be waiting at the inn with a handshank.
Especially Edel. He has the rotten personality that a corpse enthusiast deserves, so he definitely pursues it. Still so sticky.
Pink favorite necromancer has a bad personality. Sooner or later, this will be a theory.
Matari is basically an idiot and a brain muscle favorite, so he'll be fine. Give me some beans, and I'll forget about it in a day. Three days for birds and one day for pigs.
The brave man began to head to the Extreme Pavilion, thinking about how to delude into Edel.
With a white crow on his shoulder that keeps pecking beans.
Sneak open the door of the tavern so that it doesn't make as much noise as possible. Kneel down and advance unnoticed.
In the end, I didn't come up with any good excuses. I had no choice, so I drank as much liquor as I wanted, and changed my policy to soothing.
- I don't know, I don't remember, I don't know, I don't remember myself.
Repeat this over and over again. The brave man praised himself for being too perfect.
Move your guests and desk in the shadow and bend over. The sword on your back smells very disturbing.
The brave man regrets not picking this up. It's too bulky for a souvenir.
It took me three times as long as usual to finally arrive at the counter with the master.
"... hey, what have you been doing since just now? Like a kosokoso and a rat. Is this some kind of new game?
The brave man receives a frightened glance. There's something I need to do right away.
"I'll just get a pile of strong liquor. Because the taste doesn't matter. I'll pay you first. I'll drink so much that I'm willing to die already, then say hello."
Get to your seat, don't slap your desk and remind. The very act of drunkenness of a bad nature, but now there would be no choice.
"What do you say? Besides, the kid drinks from day to day. It's a bad world. Shit, it's just a sigh of relief."
"You're so loud. Anyway, sooner rather than later..."
If you slap your desk and try to remind me further, I will be offered a glass from next door.
The brave man tries to receive the glass and stays stiff.
"Have I kept you waiting, brave man? Yes, a delicious drink to wait for. The most expensive 'Soul of Art' in this store. Taste it and drink it."
"…… Welcome back, brave man. I was so worried."
Adele sits next to you to the left in a good mood. On the right is Matari with his mouth in the letter 'H'.
Sounds like they were surrounded at some point. You can't get away with this.
"... hey, I was taking a little walk and I was accidentally lost. Look, this city is meaningless and vast. So I walked around and I was thirsty, so I thought I'd have a little booze. That's all, right? I have nothing to be guilty of."
I start excusing myself even though they haven't asked me. At a time like this, I decided it was a good idea to just flush it.
"You know what? People will rap when they lie. I wonder how brave you are."
Adele smiles at me with Niyaniya. The brave man smiles when he's like a snake. There's going to be a tyrosis and an elongated tongue coming out of my mouth now.
"My tongue is spinning with tremendous momentum. So much so that this is still true. It's crazy to dance with peppers."
Matari comes to observe with a jeezy, serious look. The brave deviate from his gaze when this is wrong.
"Hey, what's up, you two? When did I lie? I'm just a little lost, and I can't wait to be told that much. Even I fail sometimes. Even a brave man can get lost."
"Oh, I thought you went to the labyrinth alone. I don't think you've come up with a good excuse to drink and delude yourself."
I'm going to tell you the right answer. The brave man is about to get stuck in words, but he denies it.
"You have no reason to go alone. I have less luggage. There's no point in going out of your way."
Saying so much, I realize that I still carry a red sword that stands out.
- This is very bad. I think I'll casually hide it under the counter, but no matter how I think about it, I'll find out.
"... brave man. What's wrong with that big red sword on your back? Something's been shining a demonic light since just now."
Matari comes to show sharp insight at no time. That's just what I want you to do in battle, Brave thought.
"Ah, oh. This one. I picked it up a little bit. It's too big for me, so I'll give it to you. Be thankful."
Remove the sword on your back and press it against Matari's body.
"Hih, he said he picked it up. Isn't this such a noisy thing falling!
"You're so loud. Just take it personally. If you don't use it, I'll throw it away because it smells disturbing. By the entrance to the tavern."
"Oh, that's so lame!
As the brave man and Matari are pressing questions, the master who brought the liquor stares at the Great Sword with a surprised look.
"- Oh, hey. That sword, isn't it" Bloody Sword "? I've never seen a legendary sword called Orc's Treasure before."
"Bu, bloody sword?
When Matari asks, the master is good at answering.
"Whoa, they definitely gave it that name. The orc bastard put it up and proudly gave it a name. It's quite a delicacy to the sword habit the pig bastard worked out."
When the extra guy starts talking about the extra accumulation, the brave man holds his head. Adele's Niyaniya will not stop.
"Heh." Oak's Treasure "Hey. That sounds very interesting."
A pink snake peeled off his fangs and began to stretch his elongated tongue.
At this time, I think for a moment that it will reopen.
I wish I could honestly say I've been to the Orc's nest for a bit, but before I preached greatly, it's hard to admit.
Because I know they'll ask me why I went.
So the brave man decides to keep quiet. - The extra guy's accumulation is still going on.
"That's right. A legendary sword that an oak hero is allowed to have. Few adventurers have ever been cut to death by him. You're a cursed sword who sucked in a lot of blood. Hmm, that's horrible."
The Great Sword is emitting red light for some reason. Glossy blood color. Something bad is going to happen when I have it. Confusion, paralysis, or becoming targeted by the enemy.
Hearing the master's story, Matari looked sincerely disgusted.
"Well, I don't want to use such a sarcastic sword. I don't want to be cursed."
"Hung, it depends on what you use as a weapon. If you don't understand that, quit being a warrior. If you want to, you can kill people with that knife."
The master begins his sermon with a great look at the threatening matari.
"So, but"
"Look, use it without complaining. And the master says yes. Besides, every sword is used for one person. This is a test to be a good warrior."
The brave man slaps his shoulder and comforts him.
"Nah, it's kind of lame. Plus, your face is laughing!
"It's just an imagination."
I forced him to push the Great Sword for a good reason. This clears up one thing that stands in the way.
It's heavy, bulky, and hard to throw. Brave men prefer swords that can be easily thrown.
And Matari inherited the cursed sword. To his qualities as a mad warrior, a bloody sword.
After that, if it's armor, it's the completion of the Mad Warrior, who is no stranger to anywhere. The brave man made up his mind to ask Rob to arrange it next time.
"- So, though I'll get back to it. Where did you get this sword?
A woman who won't talk once she eats up. Pink snake woman Adele. Must be a new kind of demon.
"And you're persistent. I don't care about that anymore."
"Maybe there's something else falling. Can I ask you something for your information? Tell me more about where you picked it up and whether it's still there."
…………
"Come on, come on."
The brave don't know much about this city. Proper lies are immediately discovered.
After all, do you want to go there and tell me you got it? This is not a lie. If the range there includes the 'underground labyrinth'.
Never, when I tried to utter a word, the door of the liquor store opened and ran down with the child.
Some kids put ales on the brave man's face yesterday. I'm drawn to a girl with a big impression.
Books in one hand, evil kids in one hand.
"Ah, I was there! She was a brave sister!
"Oh, hey, wait! Don't pull so hard!
"Brother, come on, come on!
Children gathered together for brave men. Will it hit me with stone this time? Just like before.
The brave man stretches his face and unwittingly sets himself up.
"………… What can I do for you?
"Uh, the..."
When you try and ask without hesitation, the evil kid lets his gaze kick in and say.
When the girl with the book sighs, she nods strongly at her fellow children.
"Let's go. - Brave man, I'm sorry I said terrible things yesterday!
Everyone bows their heads and apologizes aloud to the brave.
"Hey, what's up, suddenly?"
"Earlier, our orphanage brothers and sisters came back from the labyrinth. He said he managed to get back safely because he got help. I'm being treated at the clinic."
The girl who tells the story. This flow is bad and the brave man perceives.
"Yeah, that's good. Solve all the problems. Then go home."
A brave man urges it with his hand, but he hasn't heard it at all.
"So, who helped me? We were discussing it at the clinic. Then someone named Excel told me. Even the brave ones in our guild."
Apparently, that stallion survived safely and said something extra. I admire the strength of bad luck, but I would be making a big deal out of it for a while because I was seriously injured. - Maybe.
"I've heard rumors from guild people and church people that Mr. Brave did it. So let's all apologize and thank you."
"…… Ahhh. Don't worry, I'm not mad at you. That's enough. Go home, kid."
"I'm so sorry. - See, your brother says it right too!
I'm pushing the evil kid out this way. Bad bat, keep that one pointed. But after a while, you noticed, and I'm going to give you something.
"Oh, it was my fault, it was. I'm so sorry I suddenly got drunk. Even though my brave sister had to think that she would be in danger.... Thank you for saving our brothers. This is thanks to us. Not much, though."
Placing a hundred copper coins and something wrapped in cloth, he leaves the tavern to run with his head down deep.
The girl with the book also bowed her head and went after it. The rest of the kids follow.
"... That's a really good story. It's not normal to not skip us and fulfill the wishes of our children. I don't think so, brave girl?
"I don't."
"Let's open it, shall we? I can't help but wonder."
I don't even get the energy to refute it, but I unwrap it as I'm told.
Is it because you drained too much mental power? There has been a recoil using a wide range of magic.
When I opened the package, there was a necklace in it. A necklace connected by blue decorative stones. The center is fitted with an inappropriate star-shaped stone that the child seems to have worked hard to make. This seems to be a 'yushi noodle'. It was politely accompanied by paper.
The brave man took a short look in his hand and then tried wearing a necklace. The construction looks cluttered and cheap. Nothing in particular works, but I don't feel bad.
As simple as I am, the brave man mocks himself. I can't laugh at Matari with this.
"……… Good Lord."
"- And you seem kind of happy for what I'm saying. You're not being honest."
"Shut up, wow"
"Hey, hey. What's wrong with you?
"Uh, I can't do it anymore"
"Yu, are you all right brave man!?
"No, no, no. Hey, booze just turned."
The vision of the brave seeps and distorts. And the black spreads. Apparently, the limit has arrived.
Not physical or mental. Brave men are so powerful that they can't win. Its name is Sleeper.
The brave man decided to keep himself at that sweet invitation.
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Matari, Adele and Limonsea, who had finished their work, were sipping alcohol around the brave men who had completely lost consciousness and fallen asleep.
"Well, a drink after work is extraordinary."
"What are you talking about? The master is still working."
"My job is done for today."
"You, remember someday."
The master, who is cleaning up, stares, but Limonsea doesn't show how he cares at all.
"If I remember. And you're sleeping well, brave boy. She's adorable."
"... really, did you just take down the oak by yourself?
Matari shrugs. Surely the brave are strong. But how can we destroy more than a thousand orcs by ourselves?
Watch the brave man sleeping on the side. My little back is quietly up and down. He was tired, and the booze seemed to turn faster than usual.
"It must be. The sword you got is proof of that. It's definitely a bloody sword."
"……… Yes"
"If you're going to follow this girl, think about it."
Edel speaks to Matari in a serious tone.
"…… what is that?
"This child is a brave man. from the core of the body. Whatever you say with your mouth, I'm going to jump into the dead zone myself. Like a fairy tale hero. Whoever laughs at you, even if you're denied it. I guess you'll never be able to bend just that. … maybe until you die"
"…… because you are a brave man?
"You can't fight with this kid if you're not ready. If we're breaking up, we'd better hurry. It doesn't have to hurt each other."
To Adele, who tells her pale and cruel suggestion, Matari refutes the rough tone.
"I will definitely go with you to the end! Because we're one of them!
"… yes. Then I won't say anything more. I'm going to hang out with you until I'm critical, too. The fate of this girl is very interesting."
At the end of the day, Edel and Matari shut up.
Limonsie listened quietly but looked like she remembered something and headed behind the counter.
"... who the hell are you, brave man"
Like whining to yourself, Matari starts talking.
"You know better. Looks like we've been working together since the beginning."
"No, I hardly know either. I still don't even know his name. Where the hell did you come from? I don't know how to hold a brave man."
"Yes. I'm sure you wouldn't honestly tell me if I asked."
There Limonsea comes back with two things wrapped in cloth. On a small run while knocking off the dust.
"Thank you for waiting - both of you. I brought something I was going to show you last night. I've been sleeping in the warehouse for a long time, so it's pretty dirty, but I'm not patient."
And don't hesitate to knock it off as I tell you, so a ton of dust rises. Matari and Edel shake it off with a cough.
"Hey, don't sprinkle the dust in front of the guests! You'll be in the booze!
"Well, well, Adele. You'll get more wrinkles when you get angry. You asked me first. [M] I found it."
As Limonsie took the cloth without wearing it, a painting appeared in an old frame.
I also recognize Matari somewhere. That painting. A portrait of the legendary Three Brave Men. Apparently it was painted after the Demon King crusade.
I'm sure you've seen it before. It's famous.
"Swordsman Ramsas, Sage Mina, and Mage Unis. Ramsas is the ancestor of that Ramji. I wanted to see how brave you would react. Wouldn't that bother you too?
To Edel's inquiry, Matari shuts up. Because I can't imagine how it would react.
Normally, you would smile when you know about it, or depress the gavel when you do.
But what if. It's impossible, if she is.
"... or waking up asleep. Let's do it again. You can't wake a tired child."
When Adele smiles gently, she wraps the painting with cloth again.
"Huffle, actually, it's this way that I really want you to see. I'd be surprised if I saw it."
Limonsie hangs her hand on the other wrapper at will.
"What. If you drew a picture, I saw it before, so don't worry. Wow. Because it's too avant-garde to understand."
"No. Yikes. I didn't draw this. I don't know why, but it was stuck in the back of the warehouse. I found it on the way to find it. Something faded and it's not in good condition."
Saying so, Limonsea takes the cloth away.
- There is.
"... Is this, Yu, Mr. Brave? But it's kind of a different vibe. And the other three."
"You're young, but you were just three brave men. Besides, the one in the center looks like the brave one over here. It's a smile I've never seen before.... um, I can't imagine this busty daughter giving such an honest look wow"
Matari and Edel stare at the painting as if they were eating it in.
In the center is the figure of a girl smiling embarrassingly. He is wearing a new armor and a blue cape. He looks terribly like a brave man asleep next door, but I've never seen him look like this. Hard to imagine.
- For example, if I told you to laugh honestly, you'd be hit for sure.
Behind the girl is a line of magnificent warriors, serious-looking female sages, and young man mages.
A carefully detailed figure painting. It appears to be painted by a painter of considerable skill, and can be seen to be well made by the amateur.
"You're surprised, aren't you? I wonder what the hell that means. Hey, Master, what is this painting?
"I don't know the details either. A long time ago, a scholar who was a regular forgot. I threw it into the warehouse because it was surprisingly well drawn. I thought I'd pick it up someday."
"Really? So, who's the scholar?
"Uh, he died a lot of time ago. Rumor has it you got caught in trouble or you stuck your neck too far in something. It seems to be an accident, but I don't know the truth. Accidental death is accidental death, even if there are signs of overwhelming body shaking."
"Hmm. Well, it's a good thing in this city. Scary, scary."
Limonsea starts pouring liquor into the glass as he makes a stretch.
"Still, with this schematic, it's like this kid's the brave one. He's the most prominent in the center."
Edel shows it with his fingers. Sure, this looks like a painting like a brave man and his people.
"Why don't you ask the Japanese tomorrow? If you knew anything, you might tell me."
"I don't know about that. Well, maybe you're right to leave it open already today. I need to get this kid to sleep in bed too."
"Oh, I'll carry you."
"Nice to meet you, Matari"
"Yes. Let's go."
Lift the brave man's shoulder to keep him awake. Much lighter than I imagined. Matari wonders where in this body is equipped with that power. Edel goes up the stairs first.
Take care not to give Matari vibrations either, slowly following it.
Looking beside him, the brave man rests in peace and travels completely into the world of his dreams.
There was the sleeping face of an age-appropriate girl, far from the usual brave one.
* Besides breaking the aftertaste *
Returning from the Orc's nest, Bogan had called one of his men to Ranger Guild's warehouse after finishing the finish.
After boarding the nest, Bogan came up with something that was secretly fatal.
Bogan hiding in the warehouse. I have a heavy nervousness as if I was going to go to work.
There, a man appeared wearing a black dress while killing the signs.
"I've been waiting for you. It's the job I could ask for because I trust you the most. So, how'd it go?"
"… hehe. You're really lucky. I burned them all, but I was able to find him hiding in the shadows. This is the real thing, the last oak flower. Of course no one's noticed."
From nostalgia, a servant who proudly offers white flowers. Bogan slapped his shoulder hard and smiled with a full face.
"Hey, good job! I'll give you as much money as you want later! I'll give you whatever you want from my secret treasure! You really made a big deal out of it!
"Hehe, I'll do anything for my head!... So, head. What the hell do you use that crazy flower for? If you've been having so much trouble with the money, you should have told me."
After trying to illuminate me, my subordinates ask me to care. Bogan chuckles, hovering white flowers overhead.
"That's what you, Klu's guy, will tell you after you sneak a little drink. Always, always, always left me on my ass. It's time for my body to see how horrible I am! Careful, hey, plenty!
Bogan that makes his nose rough. He shouts his delusions out loud like he's not here.
My men looked at it in disdain, but when they realized something, they panicked and began to lag behind.
"Is that so? Keep up the good work. I can't. Then this is it!
A subordinate who escapes with the momentum of dislocation. I deliberately stepped out of a small window in the warehouse.
Bogan tilts his neck wondering what he is panicking about.
"What the hell is wrong with you? You look like a ghost from day to day."
"... you, who are you going to make me say 'hihi-hi'? Use that grumpy thing in your hand. Come on. You know I hate that."
A terribly low voice, like the one you hear from the bottom of hell. Never turn against it at this time. I know when I feel comfortable.
Bogan's body is being taught to just listen to it and be uplifted.
"Hi, hey!! Oh, no. No, it's not. This is very deep. I'm actually trying to study the withdrawal symptoms this flower brings..."
"Shut up, you orc! Trying to rely on such crazy flowers, rotten sexual roots! I'm gonna slap you back thoroughly today!
He whipped the steel and the oak flowers Bogan had dispersed in one blow. Without the madness of the dimensions, the steel whip captures the next goal.
Needless to say, Klau's next aim. When the ghost distorted his mouth, he made his wrist stronger.
"HI, HI NO NO NO!!
On that day, the whipping sounds and screams will reverberate from Ranger Guild's warehouse.
- The next morning, along with the mite swelling, there was a figure of Bogan who understood something and looked somewhat satisfied.