Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

Returning the miners first, I wandered through Mount Trikara.

I knocked Olict jr down, but one thing remains a big problem.

I'm the only one who notices, a problem that I don't.

That means who has defeated Olict Jr so far?

A person who defeated Olict jr and spread rumors that it was my feat.

It's not Midea. She's intoxicated with me, trying to spread my = nanas name.

Hermes did it, not to say.

Someone other than Midea.

"The new winner of the canoe looks pretty good"

Turn to your voice.

The slope of the mountain, one man looking down from a height higher than me.

I'm laughing with my nose and my face is laughing coldly.

"You... taratos"

"I knew you knew me."

Taratos stared at me as he seeped hatred in his grin.

Taratos.

One of the guys who asked my sister to marry me before, and she found out that I was "getting married and divorced over and over again".

"You're the one who spreads the rumors?

Yeah, well, I figured you'd come out on your own.

"You knocked Olict out, too?

"Exactly."

"Why would you do that?"

"Why?"

Ha, so Taratos laughed with his nose.

"It's delicious, the Canoe family is now. Not for me. There is no woman who doesn't fall in love with this face and this skill. If you hadn't gotten in the way, I'd have been liked by that woman, married and got the Canoe family."

"I hate you for interrupting that," he said?

"Yes, if I turn you off here, there will be no disturbers. Then you can slowly replace your investigation with bullshit."

I see.

As I sighed, Taratos pulled out his sword.

The sound of sheath running sounds beautiful. The person is just called "this skill".

I also nod that I defeated Orikt.

"Die here in ideation. You have no more hope."

"No hope?

"Pfft, pull out your sword."

The face of the winning Taratos.

I pulled out my sword, as I was told for now.

The moment it was pulled out, the sword decayed into tears.

"Immortal Orikt jr, I've cursed you every time I've defeated you."

"The curse of destroying the next opponent's weapon."

"Exactly. Now you're round your hips. If you don't want to resist, you can let him die without making him feel pain."

If you're standing up there, the words you're throwing at me are pretty eye-catching from the top.

I knew the investigation to some extent, but when I actually met her, I was surprised that it was more than an investigation.

It's the clearest scum I've seen in a long time.

"Which Michi figured out the power in the battle with Orikt, it was a mistake to squeeze out with that degree of power. Die!"

Taratos jumped small and slashed me.

Tang bamboo cracking swinging from overhead, tearing the air apart and slashing it attacking.

"... Huh?

I stopped with two fingers. Serious white blade removal, finger version of.

Twisting his wrist as it was, Bakian, made a beautiful noise and broke his tip.

"Come on!"

Taratos reacted, flying back with a broken sword in place.

Throw a broken cut.

The blade cleaves air and flies away.

Hit me with Taratos' broken sword, Kiki Kiki Keen! and multiple shock sounds rang.

By the time Taratos landed, more than three-quarters of the swords left were broken in the vacuum, leaving only the pattern he was holding.

"Then, stupid! I didn't know you were this strong. You're telling me you didn't mean it when you were Orikt?

"No, that's a mistake"

"What!?

"I'm still not serious."

"If you don't, you don't."

Taratos flipped himself and ran away, but he wouldn't let him.

I picked up an appropriately sized pebble from the ground, played it with my fingers and flew it, and hit the one.

With the momentum that ran out and the pebble being hit from his back, Taratos soared forward, losing his mind and sticking it from his face to the ground.

Slowly approach, turn your body upside down and face up.

I wondered why I should do it.

Such scum, it's silly to be serious, to get your hands dirty.

Do something appropriate......

I thought about it a little bit and came up with a good one.

Put your hands on Taratos' forehead.

One of the punishments is to tattoo a sin committed on the face of a sinner.

Just like that, I put a tattoo in Taratos' forehead.

- I'm a marriage fraud.

and.

She looks proud of her face, but now she won't be a woman anymore.

"Hey, hey, Hermes, is that rumor true?

"Olict jr would be me, though?

Looking at the lower string moon, drinking delicious alcohol with Ortier, I answered normally because she had heard the same thing as before.

"Not that way."

"Yeah? Then what?"

"A man named Taratos, he punished him, went to exterminate Orikt, and then Hermes said he did it."

"Oh......"

Was it such a rumor?

Well, I was in Mount Trikara that night, and if Tattooed Taratos came into contact with people shortly after that, would that be an association?

Well, let's not do that.

Someone who understands that I carved that tattoo with my sister can take it to bad reviews.

Yeah, then.

"Well, I did it"

"Oh well. They were all rumors. Someone's finally done something I've never been able to do, and it's refreshing."

"Couldn't you get your hands on it?

"Yeah, for two reasons. One is that the women who were used and abandoned don't say bad things."

"You're a high level con man."

Half impressed and half frightened.

"The other one, because you were so strong that you couldn't help it."

"Are you that strong"

"Yeah! That's enough to get into that generation of five fingers."

"... you're kidding me, right?

Is he that strong?

I admitted to Ortier I didn't know.

"And."

"You still have it!?

"The famous sword that the man deceived from his noble daughter, Siphos, is strong. He's a ghost with a gold bar."

"Huh? Was that such a good sword? Don't know. It's crushed."

"Yeah, yeah!?

Ortier screaming out loud.

Shit, I thought.

"Is it true you crushed the famous sword siphos!?

"Yes, no, that's..."

"It's true."

"No, you didn't. I didn't do that."

"Hermes, when you lie, your nose will crack."

"-!"

I suppressed my nose - was a failure.

It's like Ortier's admitting it's true or false.

I asked Ortier to be disappointed.

"Please for life, don't tell this story to anyone else"

Okay, that's all we're talking about.

"... that's an absolute lie"

I can tell.

The woman's "story here alone" became a story here alone.

I was relieved to have the length of my relationship if I normally just say "ok," but when they say "just talk about it here," on the contrary, I despair.

I stopped talking for once, but it was for nothing.

With the option that rumors spread that I was the one who did Taratos and crushed the famous sword Siphos even more on top.

The voice that honored me came up from over there.