Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

"Ha ha."

In a stone building with the impression of a shack, with a thin blurry red light rising.

The boy, with his still unobtrusive face, grinned optimistically as he held down his chestnut hair.

"Well, there's something about this, too."

The boy stands up slowly.

There is only one shadow around. A small body that rises in the dark by summoning magic formations. A girl.

When you tap the stain off your uniform, your eyes narrow as you tilt your neck small.

And - to one girl standing right around the corner, I laughed.

"So what about you?

The daughter was a girl with silver hair, looking like a witch.

Though she seemed somewhat confused by the appearance of a boy reaching this way flat.

Still looking back with resolute eyes, he corrected his posture and named him with his chest stretched.

"- Summoner Luna. I summoned Omae in this subpoena, Falldown."

It is the voice of the blade, not decorated as if it were a boy.

Her eyes, lit red by the addition and subtraction of light, dwelt in a beastly glow.

Scarlet Mountain Sorrow is a second-year boy.

I am a student with many friends out of my class because of my personality not to be afraid of it and hanging out with anyone separately.

But it would be more due to his appearance than to his personality that he is taking him to the top of the class Hierarchy.

Scarlet Mountain Woe had a very orthodox appearance. In a tangible way, he is a beautifully shaped boy.

Brilliant enough to emit a presence just to be there. As soon as the land of birth is different. It's not so much of a delicacy that it's not strange for a scout to fly in, but so far there's no voice from the entertainment office.

What makes him even more colorful is a smile.

Any time he smiled, and that smile, under any circumstances, blessed him.

To shed someone's anger, to detoxify them, or to deepen their impression of that other person who is interested in me.

Smiles have always been swords of sorrow and armor.

Even at a younger age, it doesn't change.

Born between the parents of the concurrent appearance, Scarlet Mountain's sad appearance was just miraculously shaped beauty.

If you smile, the adults around you entertain him on their own.

It is as though he were a subordinate to His Royal Highness.

While you are surrounded by such adults that if your worries point to the right, and if you point to the left, turn to the left.

Eventually he realizes that his own smile is worth it.

In modern society, you'll know that that's more important than motor nerves and intelligence indices - which he never thought he was inferior to people, either - than there is.

No one taught me. That when I did the same repetition, I just realized the advantage when I smiled.

Denoted only as a 'procedure', it is of the utmost importance to those who live in the world.

Satoshi realized early on how the world works where only good "guidelines" gain and nothing else loses money.

Like a physicist who has learned how the world works.

- The story of Scarlet Mountain Sorrow opens the curtain.

His virginity is more polished among the less sociable toddlers than among the adults.

Though it was difficult to make a selfish boy and girl still hear what he said three inches ahead of his mouth.

But over the years, it also showed a gradual transition to Easy Mode.

The style is good, the slurring and stretched limbs are as beautiful as models, growing sad.

Beautifully shaped as a woman, he stood out as a beautiful boy, but with a well-balanced body and some fragrant colour.

Spiritual age difference between him and his classmates as they move away with each passing year.

That made the troubled emperor's position Antai's.

People gathered at the base of his smile, and eventually they didn't even have to move their fingertips, and these classmates wanted his favor.

He builds a kingdom in the school. But he has lived without showing that manipulation as if, holding it in his belly.

It must have been the world that Scarlet Mountain mourned.

- Were the sorrows at its center fulfilling and fulfilling enough?

I should have liked them when the environment was on their side of sorrow and sorrow would have liked them again.

I'm not saddened that I made a mistake.

Still, his heart chills, little by little.

Instead of the fever that is lost, only the smile is sharpened.

Why would a boy go down a hitting avenue on a day like that?

Anything, he was supposed to get, he was invited to the land, and...

- The red-eyed girl tells the sorrow called by the Summoning Magic Formation.

"This is... 'Alvaris'. A world different from the world in which the Omaes live. Omae has no way of living but to help the eagles."

The daughter, whose white hair is tied behind her back and exposed to red copper skin, is Luna.

With the beauty of a white lion running through the earth, she was dressed like a sherman.

Her age, dressed in oriental thin clothes, is about 15 or 6?

She guessed that she would be slightly older than herself.

"Summon, hey. That's a strange feeling."

"Come."

He flaunts his shoulder to Luna, who goes ahead to command the dog, and his grief follows her.

Leaving the temple where the summoning magic formation was located, the meadows were spread around.

Even the smell of the wind isn't the same city I've lived in.

The grief narrowed her eyes as she held her hair down.

"Really, the other world? If it's a dream, I want you to enjoy it a little bit more."

"Come."

Luna's demands are terminal. Occasionally, I follow behind her as she looks back over my shoulder.

Along the way there was a consolidated path in the meadows.

"It's a lot easier to walk. Thank you."

……

"I guess that means that the temple was not used for a long time. So there's no other summoner like me?

……

"The words seem to make sense, but I don't know why this is either. Do you remember Japanese? I wonder if that's convenient. Hey, Mr. Luna."

……

Luna seems like a daughter who doesn't talk except what she needs to.

From its thin back, it seems to be releasing silent pressure.

"... so cute, what a waste"

The sorrow twinkles like a whistle.

Enough walking, seems to have made it to your destination.

Dozens of armed men were waiting for them in front of a robust village covered by a high fence.

He has metal spears and swords in his hands and emits a horrible atmosphere.

"It doesn't seem calm, though."

"A eagle! It's Luna!"

He did not answer the sorrowful question, and Luna shouted.

"The ritual of summons is a success! Show me more eagle squire than this!

A squire would mean himself.

Luna looks back and looks up to grieve with red eyes like she did when she first met her.

"What's Omae's name?"

"Mmm, I'm Scarlet Mountain Sorrow. Nice to meet you."

And, while I offer my hand, Luna turns to the armed villagers.

"Mashu! This thing, it's Mashu! We'll have a demon fight ceremony at the eagle's place today! That's it!"

Then the villagers raise their own scores and raise their voices. Was that cheering? But I had the impression that the liturgical meaning was greater than that.

No, it looks like you got caught up in something amazing.

The grief grins with a gazed face, crushing small.

"Scarlet Mountain Sorrow, what is it? I am."

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Scarlet Mountain Woe had a secret power.

"Try it."

"Even if they say so."

Soaring Luna's gaze, which was so serious that she couldn't even imagine the face she was laughing at, the grief concentrated her consciousness on both hands.

He was summoned to this village as a summoner, and his grief had begun to live with him in Luna's mansion.

Luna seems to be like a village witch, building a pretty high profile.

The three servants took care of me in a worthwhile way - perhaps the determination of whether I could adapt to this world seems to have come to an end - and I was about to finally begin a full-scale archeology of sorrow.

The demon fighting ceremony Luna was talking about is apparently synonymous with combat training.

As she explains, grief sticks out her hands.

"Here's the thing..."

Focus the image. A trigger that transforms the world by its own will. Let that thought leave you with magic and lead you to fulfillment.

The hard part is, I don't need anything. If you wish, it will come true. That's all.

The next moment when heat was attacked by a feeling that circulated through the body.

- From both palms of sorrow, the light flooded.

"Oh, I guess this is it"

……

It eventually stretches thin and turns into a glimmer of light.

It's a golden line.

Yarn, or whip.

This is the power of Scarlet Mountain sorrow.

Luna does not say anything, but refers to one little bird that stops on the fence.

"Mmm."

Understanding her intentions, the grief waves her right hand up, and down.

The light stretched supple, and immediately after trying to strike the little bird hard, it vanished in front of it.

The surprised little bird flies away. Looking at that departing one, Luna is still faceless.

"... for the first time, I like muscle"

"Really?

"It didn't reach the birds, but if we worked out, the distance would soon grow"

"Mmm."

The grief smiles and gently lifts his left hand. It was the wings of an earlier little bird that was pinching at my fingertips.

Luna frowned in surprise, then annoyed.

It didn't show up on her face, but it conveyed breathtaking signs of her.

The grief grins.

"'Cause it's pathetic. I didn't do anything. Wouldn't you?

……

Though I did not know at the time that that was the special ability called 'magic' of this era, when this technique was not systematized.

Luna holds her mouth, let it be.

"... summoned a young man with 'magical abilities' under the condition that he would use it so well..."

To Luna, who looked difficult, the sorrow made her voice play.

"Hehe, I didn't know if it would actually work. I'm glad they surprised you."

……

Luna still didn't say anything, she just glanced back at me with those sharp red eyes.

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And the village in which Luna dwelt was a small settlement.

of the earth, called the 'Dark Continent', is said to be centrally located.

It seems that all the villagers are of a race called the Demon Nation.

Though most of them had the same appearance as sorrow.

I also asked Luna, and she replied briefly, "The eagle is not a demon tribe".

I tried to bump into a lot of other questions, but that's about all they answered properly.

If Luna suddenly thinks she's gone flustered, she returns again to see how her sad magic has grown, and embarks on another journey. It was that repetition.

I haven't heard anything that matters to her yet.

Above all, what the hell are you trying to make me do?

I have the feeling that just summoning and abandoning is not an excuse for a little sadness.

Though he was supposed to be an outsider, he was not restricted in his actions.

I was free to move in the village, and there was nothing to stop me from trying to get out.

But they told me that on foot, on top of the long distance to the next village, they would go and fall on the way, so that's probably what they meant to warn me about.

He says he's come to another world, but he doesn't suddenly get involved in a case.

As a servant of the witch Luna, the grief was admired by the people as Mashu, Mashu, and the magical training.

"Master Mashu, you're in Luna's mansion, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"For that matter, Mashu will be nice to us."

in the village square.

My grief looks cool as I am surrounded by young men with sticks.

"Luna feels a little floating in the village."

"It's floating."

"Um, hey...?

Men who look at each other in complexity.

She leaned her neck slightly.

"Do you have something?

"Luna, when she shows up every few years, she hides herself again... she's not old at all."

"Heh..."

The villagers will speak to Luna's obedient sorrows, probably because sorrows won their trust.

Even though cultures and environments are different, I learned here that my smile can be a weapon enough.

I'm talking about Luna now.

"Luna, you may look like a child, but you're not."

"Oh, those ominous eyes,"

"The eyes stained with bright red seem to see through even the mind"

"Hmm."

The villagers seem sincerely afraid of her.

Red skin, bright white hair. And bloody eyes. Well, not that I don't know.

What sorrow recalls was her sincere side.

Luna is a beautiful daughter.

Besides, I haven't even put a grief on my teeth.

A high ridge flower, like it's never in your hands.

Rin young sheikh's beast.

When I thought of Luna, my sad body trembled slightly.

I don't even know why. It hurts in the back of my stomach.

You can never say beautiful, that emotion.

It was the first time in my life that I felt sad.

Even if I did everything I could, Luna wouldn't get it.

I can't imagine the day coming when those red eyes would just stare at themselves,

But it's because you can't get...

"... but that girl, isn't she cute?

Unfortunately, the villagers once again created a tannic surface.

"Master Mashu knows no fear," he whispered.

The sorrow mourns his shoulders, and calls light out of his palm.

"I don't know anything yet, not even the purpose for which I was summoned. So keep it up, guys."

"Ouch!

"Shall we begin then?!

"Mmm."

A simulated battle begins, prompted by a nod of sorrow.

As if dancing a waltz, grief took steps.

At the same time, it wields a line of light that extends from the palm of the hand. It's a ray already capable of killing.

The men who grip the stick are held back by the junction of light and cannot get close to this one.

But in the midst of it, a young man stepped in resolutely.

"Master Mashu, I'm coming!

"Go ahead."

Invite. He approaches as he gives in. We already have a lot of one-on-one situations. We have to intercept him on this occasion because there is no escape for him to jump back either.

It's not that hard.

Aim at the hand of that young man, the best swordsman in the village, and grief pierces the light.

The ejected bullet-like glow bounced off the stick in the hands of a brilliant young man.

"Ah!"

"Phew."

I smiled small and now instantly ripped that stick off with the light that jumped.

The man looked up with his mouth open at the stick falling as a piece of wood.

"Still, I can't keep up with you guys in body movements, but this' magic 'has become a lot more familiar. Is it time for a beginner to graduate?

"Are you a beginner now..."

And he flew one stick after another, and was graceful in his grief to fight.

Exactly as if manipulating the once adults with a smile.

To the right, to the left, that magic that emits the lines of light would have exactly embodied his nature.

Everyone may believe it, even if they say it's an ability they were born with.

So much so that the magic of sorrow was familiar to him.

The other person, who could no longer bring his grief down one-on-one, was gone.

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The worry of spending every day.

He was shaken by a hammock and frowned as he carried the beans he had taken from the village to his mouth.

"I can't do this, either."

Life in different cultures is not so bitter.

I have no idea that I'm as delicate as I look.

If you ask, you get most of it.

As long as there are people there, respect, admiration, or, yes, existence to satisfy one's passion, etc. -.

But for one thing, I can't forgive you.

In addition to Luna, there is something unbearable.

The sorrow laid his hands over his eyes, and he sighed.

The daughter of a young servant who sleeps in her own bed groans and depresses herself as she cares.

Turning a cold glance at her half naked, the sorrow sighs again.

"... in this world, can't you speak of coffee..."

Damn.

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Two months have passed since Scarlet Mountain Sorrow was summoned to another world.

"Mr. Luna."

……

The grief was grinning and staring at Luna.

She rarely slept in the mansion today, so she had breakfast with her.

She is carrying this gaze into her mouth by tearing off the black bread.

Worried, I didn't mean to miss this chance.

"Hey, Mr. Luna, I want you to tell me how you summoned me."

……

Luna lay her eyes down in a grieving smile.

Usually, I just keep pushing my arms on goodwill.

"Omae."

"Mmm."

Difficult to read emotions Red eyes, Luna reflecting sadness.

"It's about time the villagers stopped being opponents. Omae's rate of improvement is far beyond imagination"

"It's an honor. If it's a reward, I can try harder."

……

Sorrow slowly reaches out his right hand to Luna's left hand on the table.

Where that fingertip touched, Luna frowned uncomfortably.

"... what the hell is Omae?"

"Mmm."

"Called from different worlds, why is it so easy? We're going on a journey with the eagle. It's a dangerous and difficult journey. Even so."

"Oh, yeah."

I accept the blueprint for that future with all due respect.

If we're going to travel together, maybe we'll have a chance to get rid of the fur in her heart.

I showed no one that desire mixed with black and gray, and my grief loosened my cheeks.

"Do you travel with me? Well, that's not too bad, then. I don't think I need to get bored. Yeah, I hope so."

"... he doesn't know"

"By that I mean, besides me, other squire - I mean, I guess the summoner's been here before?

To grieve, as Luna spits.

"... there is. But they couldn't escape or fight along the way. I don't need a coward. And I no longer expect eagles."

"Hehe, I am, Mr. Luna."

"Are you trying to tell me it's not like those guys?

"Everyone is different. We shouldn't be together."

"... hmm"

As she tried to tangle her fingers, Luna withdrew her hand all the time, like a wild beast that people would never miss.

I pull in with a bitter smile at my remaining hands, and my grief speaks.

"I think I was quite happy in the original world. It should have been a lot more than the average person, and I was doing well. There was nothing I didn't get around me, and if I didn't even want to, it all came to me the way I wanted."

……

Luna throws a slice of bread into her mouth looking bored.

"But, is that fun? I have lived a little too well. [M] I'm only in second grade, but I can already tell the rest of my life. I can't get out of my laid rail. I'm sure it is. I get it. Because I've got it. That's not why I'm so passionate about doing something."

……

Smile, sorrow strokes his own cheek.

"It's because of this smile. Even the club had fun, but you really don't want to win. I wonder what lies ahead. I can't be a professional sportsman anyway. Well, maybe I'm not very interested in my own happiness. Because if you want to be, you can always be happy."

……

"Oh, maybe you're saying something terrible for you. I'm sorry, before I say anything I care, I apologize."

"... no, that's fine"

The grief stared into Luna's bright red eyes.

"But well, it is in this world that I was brought here. Normally I might cry. Might escape. But I'm a little overwhelmed. I don't know what's going to happen here. I can test my own possibilities. Maybe that's what I really wanted, I don't know."

With one eye meditating and laughing sadly, Luna shook her head small just because she didn't understand.

Such a grief on her shoulders.

"I don't know what it feels like to know things too well and it's creepy. It's strange that I'm so calm myself. But I guess this means that demand and supply have matched."

"I don't know"

"Then I'll say it's clear."

Now it was time to correct his posture, and his grief looked straight at Luna.

"I'm attracted to you. I want to help you. If I'm the only one who can do that, I can't be more honorable. So I'm not anxious to travel with you. [M]... Now what do you think?

……

Luna shakes her gaze.

And with no expression, I repeated it again.

"I don't know"

"Hmm."

Are you refusing to understand, or do you really not know how you feel?

My worries have even felt as if I was dealing with a toddler.

No, I guess the environment I've grown up in is just different.

The sorrow leans his neck, then, and now he forcefully takes Luna's hand.

All your hands, but...

"Omae."

Luna slightly rounded those slice-length eyes before her unexpected behavior.

That was enough to satisfy my grief, but I hold my hand even further, I tell you.

Half the time I feel like I'm sure I'll see something interesting.

And half is the emotion he took into his heart.

- I like you.

Though I still don't know anything about her.

Though the villagers say it's an ominous red-eyed monster with no change of appearance after all these years.

"... I don't know"

She lay her eyes down quietly.

But the warmth of her hand, which she gripped, undoubtedly belonged to one girl, bloody -.

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"Hey, you're traveling. You've just never seen anything like this before. Wear it. I wish I could have done that."

When the misgivings of preparing the journey exited the mansion, there were many villagers packed there sparing their farewell.

Luna said it was pompous.

"... you've never been dropped off by so many people"

And I was crushing.

In the end - the response from Luna was not a good one in color.

She kept eating like nothing had happened after waving her hands away and turning flat.

Totally tough opponent, I think.

But that would be why there would be some droppings.

Until now, I'm not like those little girls who were manipulated with one smile.

If you can make her your own from the bottom of your heart, your sad life should be more than ever.

Let's believe in Luna and the accomplishments that lie ahead, now.

But before that.

"Hey, Luna. It's gonna be a long journey, isn't it? Look, we don't have to say goodbye to the villagers."

"... I didn't do that"

"Then let's start today. Something new."

……

Luna glanced at her grief, but did not hesitate to walk out.

And the sorrow mourneth his shoulders, and follows after the witch.

People paved the way before Luna.

Then one walks out of the people who look far-flung.

"Oh, you know, Luna!

……

The man trembles as he is turned to a crimson stare. But he still opened his mouth.

"Your service...... it will be hard, but good luck! We pray for you, Luna, and Mashu, from a distant land!

……

"Ha."

Instead of Luna, who pushes silently, grin waves back at him.

"Thank you, Dur. I wish you peace, too."

"... hmm"

Although Luna strays her gaze as she stops.

A grief standing beside her pushed her back gently.

"Look, so is Luna"

When her worries prompted her, after meditating on her eyes for a while, she just said a small word.

".................. I'm coming"

I told him.

I don't think that would change anything.

It's probably a pile of that stuff that changes people.

The journey begins.

Two journeys.

Luna and the woes that follow.

The two were heading east, riding Tahima.

A backward green scent and in the wind.

A pair of men and women roam the meadows.

"So, I haven't asked you what I'm gonna do yet?

"The one who still doesn't try to escape is the first Omae"

"I think you've been doing it the wrong way before. And my name isn't Mashu, it's sad."

"... Shut up and follow me"

"If I escape here, will I be in trouble?

You're just gonna scratch Omae's body.

"Ha, Luna is strong. But it's okay, there's no Ate who wants to run away anyway. It seems more fun to be with Luna than that. You're so beautiful."

"... he's a loud man"

It was an odd pair.

A boy with chestnut hair and a girl with white, shiny hair stretched out.

Both are incredibly beautiful, and the glow of your eyes is exhilarating.

They even go east.

Rest the Tahima, repeat the wild boarding house, just east.

The day the view eventually opened.

In front of the two, there was a horizon on one side -.

"Beyond the Dark Continent is the Slaosha Continent. We're on our way."

"I wish you'd called me to your continent to cross the sea."

"The only summoning magic formations to summon Omae were on the Dark Continent"

"Yeah. Then you can't help it. I don't think Luna's gonna lie to me on purpose."

"... what the hell. Omae has never been such a great squire"

"I don't mind being a squire now. But I hope to be your lover someday."

"............... let's go"

Luna and Sorrow, who missed the Tahima, stand on the cliff.

"You're not swimming from here, are you?"

……

"I'm not a bad swimmer, but it kind of makes the lady a wet rat. My magic won't be the rope that binds the continent."

……

Luna raises her right arm.

At the next moment, her hair glowed golden.

"This is-"

Magic.

I saw so much magic gathering in her hands from the earth, from the sky, from the sea plains.

The airflow is crazy, the currents are disturbed, and the perimeter of Luna is rough and rough as if it were a tornado.

The red in Luna's eyes is even stronger and darker and condensed.

Eventually, in the middle of it, a rainbow glow dwelt.

Summoner Luna.

She was the only one who knew the name. She's about to open up one end of her power now.

What the hell is this...

The frightening magic gathered in its thin right arm is unleashed by Luna's life.

Exhale sharply. Luna put her hands together. It was right after that.

A rainbow glow - breaks the sea.

Let the running of light and heat stretch everywhere.

As if the space had been ripped apart.

The straits of the continent and the continent were broken in two.

While the sea level flowing down like a waterfall spread to the left and right, its exposed subsea earth never showed any signs of being filled.

Luna, whose hair color has changed white again, doesn't even look at this one.

"Yuku."

Behind Luna walking out slowly.

……

The grief had lost its words.

Luna looks back suspiciously as she realizes that no sign is coming up from behind her.

"... What's up, Omae"

I know it's a world with something special power.

But before the immense power of Luna, the sorrow ceased.

I didn't think so.

Isn't it the kind of story that appears in mythology, such as breaking the ocean?

Did Luna just feel the sadness of silence?

"... the power of eagles can't be used for much nagging. That's why we need a squire."

Put it forward as if it were an excuse.

"I can't let Omae understand the eagle. Stop wanting vulgar relationships. Don't think about it, follow the eagle. And work as the eagle commands. That way you don't have to be afraid."

The sorrow was looking at the broken sea.

Likewise Luna lays down her eyes and stares at the other side.

"The eagle has a mission. Until that purpose is fulfilled, the eagle will never turn a blind eye to anything else. Only one thing. That's all the eagles live for. Omae is just a pawn -"

And Luna, speaking that way, cut the words.

I'm surprised.

It should have been a sudden body of self-loss until earlier.

The grief grinned.

I was laughing.

"Wow, Luna"

Not a compelling grin to manipulate someone.

Purely, just like fun, to expect from the story that's about to begin.

The grief grinned.

"Nice, Luna. I'm really starting to like you now."

"Omae is..."

Though I want to hug Luna right now.

Before that, I have something to do...

"Let's get started. When you cross the ocean, tell me everything you want, Luna. I don't make it bad. Hehe, fine, sounds like fun. If you don't see anything until you've fulfilled your mission, that's fine. Oh, you can't be guzzled. Time is finite."

"- Oh, hey, what do you mean, I don't know!

Take Luna's hand.

Inevitably, we walk out to the broken sea.

"Come on, let's get started, Luna"

From here.

"You're in love, just one thing."