Otoko Nara Ikkokuichijou no Aruji o Mezasa Nakya, ne?

"Brother, to the right!

"Oops!

He was fighting his sister, Liliere (Yolanphine Gekdo), against Goblin. Vince's manipulative long sword slashes and rips off Goblin's neck all the time and is sucked into the chest plate of the neighboring Goblin. Pull out the long sword and slash it into the shoulder of a new goblin. Another goblin that has poked a crude short spear at that gap was terminated by Liliere with Flamebolt magic.

It was a great collaboration with only my brothers and sisters.

Having made sure there were no more standing demons, Vince smiles and looks back at his sister.

My sister stood with her back to Vince, where Cave Boer had been attacking her since before.

"Left!

Thanks to a warning that came out of his mouth, Liliere managed to successfully attack Cave Boer.

Cave Boer running through the sides. Elsewhere. Vince hugs Liliere from behind.

(Good!

I think so, but I immediately stare at the hand holding my sister in my arms with a hack.

My hands were stained red with my partner's blood.

(Why!

Unexpectedly change the direction of Liliere. Turn this one.

There's a big hole in her flank pierced by Cave Boer's fangs, and the blood won't stop.

The lid is bleeding from the end of the mouth of a closed, pale, faceless face.

Vision was anointed with blood colour, then stained white.

"Ha! Ha! Ha... Also... Thought I'd stopped looking recently..."

After the sun rose, Vince (Binnod Gekdo) slowly woke up sweaty on the bed of a thermal pavilion where he stayed for the past four years or so.

(Oh, is today an example day...)

In the dark, he leaks through the room relying on the sun leaking out of the window clearance, and when he shifts and unlocks the key, he jumps the window up and secures the bouncing door with a support rod. I gently stroked the little cloth bag I lowered around my neck and whispered "Good morning," wearing my underwear, clothed and headed for the ".

We had a light breakfast at a restaurant in the right sky and strolled around the city of Balduk while walking towards our destination. There were already some facial acquaintances in front of the Boyle Pavilion, the destination, and they were talking about something.

"Morning, Kathy."

"Oh, good morning, Mr. Vince."

"" Good morning, Master Gekdo ""

"Oh, good morning to you both"

Greet Kathy, wife of Surge, who belongs to the same killer (Slaters), and John and Terry, slaves of the leader. John and Terry seem to have their upper body clothes removed and Kathy wiping the sweat running down their backs. He greeted me in the morning with a slightly smelly look but a rough breath.

"Come on, that's it. Please both go back and get dressed. Then we'll go to breakfast."

When Cassie said that, they both said, "Yes!" He replied vigorously and walked towards the inn.

"Mr. Vince, what's your day?

Kathy asked Vince as she folded the hand wipes that wiped the children's sweat.

"Oh, haven't you heard from Surge? It's a swap fight. I'll help you monitor. I hope you keep it close."

Vince answered, clapping his shoulders.

"Huh? I know that, but it starts at lunch, right?

"Oh, yeah. Think of asking for your place early and buying lunch to take your time. If we get to the crime scene first, we can just take a nap till time and relax, right?

Hearing that, Kathy put her hand on her mouth and said, "Well!? I said," I laughed a little funny. Fished and Vince smiles too.

"When I hear that, I'd like to let you have it, even Balducky, but Hate, now that you're all on the ground, I'm off manufacturing. I'm sorry."

So Kathy frowned a little.

"Oh, don't apologize. I didn't mean to come here. I just came early because I don't want to be late."

"Then why don't you have a cup of tea inside and wait slowly? It'll be a while before you all get back."

"Well, I'll let you do that."

Kathy seemed to return to her room once and walked into the inn with a sweaty towel. Vince orders tea from the kid when he arrives at the table in the lobby of the Boyle Pavilion. There is an ashtray on the table but there is no sign of it being used. Whether the Boyle Pavilion employees are cleaning at the temple or the guests have no smokers, those who love tobacco, a luxury hobby, are about as rich as they are. Rarely. Perhaps the latter.

I didn't realize it until someone approached the table slapped me on the shoulder because I was blurring and thinking about that while sipping the tea that came out.

"That's fast, Vince."

"Oh, Mr. Xenom. Good morning."

I greeted Xenom, who sat face to face with a slight blush in the embarrassment of being seen blurring.

"Gentlemen, are you back yet?

"No, not yet. I just woke up too..."

I explained to Xenom again what I had just told Kathy, and Vince, who told me why she was at the Boyle Pavilion at this hour, included tea in her mouth that had completely cooled off.

"It's nice to act sparingly so as not to delay in time, but in your case it's a little extreme. Well, today I'm going to ask you to take a look around the east mountain road."

Xenom said as he mowed his pink beard.

(Around there... even considering the travel time, I think I can take five hours slowly)

At a time when May is approaching and the climate is completely better, it is perfect for a nap.

Vince greets Xenom, who told me, and floats his back to head early, but Xenom took control of it.

"You won't have to hurry. Until I finish my cup of tea, you'll have to talk to me."

After a brief and irregular conversation, Vince followed Boyle Pavilion.

After this, we'll just procure lunch and take that leg to the east mountain road. Maybe I'll meet all the killers (Slaters) running along the way. Considering that, Vince felt a little bad about the bat, but now I can't help it.

"... sleeplessness..."

Vince was alone as she fell asleep in just the right place beside the east mountain road.

Spread your hands and feet in large letters and look up at the sky.

In the morning of spring, the wind was also warm and comfortable and the sun was gently lit.

(10) Cross your sight.

(Well, okay...)

Having given up sleeping, Vince was looking up at the sky as it was.

At the Boyle Pavilion, he ended up framing for an hour of tea and drink with Xenom, and then came here hanging out looking for lunch.

Many serfs had already farmed on the plots around the city.

The sleek slopes on both sides of the hiking trail are also vegetable and other fields.

(But Mr. Xenom looks good...)

Vince was grateful to the killer (Slaughters) who saved him from danger in the labyrinth last year.

He just fulfilled his desire to return his sister's demonic stones to the ground without a single disgusting face, and he brought back not only his sister's body, but himself.

Initially, he asked the killer (Slaters) to let him in and also wanted to repay him.

The sunlight I took care of (Sun Ray) would be sanded with my hind legs, but it was also a feeling that I had no choice.

There was also an intention that if I were to use three kinds of elemental magic, I would be welcomed with my hands up.

But soon, the killer was joined by Mizuchi and became a full member.

Vince, who had a bit of a pull-in idea, gives up the transfer.

It was not only Al, the leader of the Killers (Slaters), who he was thanking, but also all the members.

It would be annoying if they forcefully joined the Killers (Slaters) until they pushed away the members who (I'm guessing the leaders' intentions) admitted to participate.

Or maybe someone old will be removed from the party instead of hiring themselves. If that's the case, I can't repay you for that person.

Because there was no party to explore the labyrinth while switching (rotating) members like the old daylight (Sun Ray).

But Vince regrets it for a while afterwards.

The killers began to split the party even though there were only ten of them.

Then you may be able to join the Slaughters without bothering the old members.

There was also a leak of polarity and authenticity in booze seats and so on.

Now that I think about it, my low loyalty to these kinds of sunshine (Saint Ray) may have also been spotted by the Corritts.

Maybe that's why I was a member of the six-layer exploration then.

It doesn't matter now, but Vince comes to think of it that far.

And at the end of that year, the Cat People Kid, who could be any horsebone, was joining the Killers (Slaters).

I was upset by the boulders for this.

I also asked myself if it was good as it was.

But while I was doing so, the moon grew more and more, and soon absorbed a small party centered around the two knights, and I became their educator. Though not otherwise grateful, they were likewise promising young men of the slayer (Slaughters). It is obvious that quite a combination of strengths, but I can also say that I have never known the common sense to be an adventurer. Abandoning them here and running to the Killers (Slaughters) did not allow Vince to remain ahead at the same party. "At least we'll take care of them until they're in public," he thought, overlapping his instruction as an adventurer's forerunner.

There was then a lingering twist, with Al, the leader of the Great Grace Killer (Slaughters), entering the sunlight (Sun Ray) or, when he noticed, being absorbed by the Killer (Slaughters) for each of that sunlight (Sun Ray), but anyway, Vince gained his status as a member of the Killer (Slaughters).

Vince was helpful to Al and wanted to repay him by doing so.

I wanted to be of service to Marceau, Zulu, who carried the bodies of Zenom's, Ralpha's, Tris', Belle's, Ghine's, and Liliere's.

As soon as it was absorbed, I had asked him when Xenom came as the leader of the Massacre (Butchers).

"Mr. Xenom. What would be the most necessary thing for a killer today?

Xenom laughed and didn't answer, "That would be thinking for yourself," but as for Vince, he was just embarrassed. Indeed, you were right, it was a matter for me to think about myself.

Then he started Zenom and several members of the slaughterers (Slaters) came as leaders of the slaughterers (Butchers). Observing them. Once again, Vince understood. "I imagined it would be strong, but this is quite something. Besides, I'm too used to fighting for my age...... Then all I have to do is pull my leg even if I go from the slaughterer (Butchers) to the slayer (Slaughters)".

He was (and still is) a leading adventurer on the top team with Vince. He was proud to say he had high strength. I'm confident in magic, and I can do a white soldier battle with my sword if I'm not my extra opponent. This is true. But it was also certain that he was stunned to see the leaders battle.

It was in the beginning that we did not even know each other's strengths, and cooperation could be giddy.

But Zenom and Mizuchi, who fix that discrepancy in a few fights and command it here like a party from a long time ago. Likewise, Tris brings himself together well in another direction. A bell that skillfully directs and supports the goals of everyone in the party from the rear to make it an organic move. Zulu and Marceau work hard to be like Tris and show steady results. Almost all the different colors are ralls that Keri wears with their own fighting power, but she won't be right for the leader.

In addition, by acting together in the labyrinth, an understanding is also reached of the high strength of each person. Needless to say, Zenom and Mizuchi. Until after them, even the members of the upper ranks will not be comparable in combat power among those who continue to be absorbed by the Killers (Slaughters) from the Old Daylight (Sun Ray). Even for Tris and Bell, some of the finer weapon moves are inferior to the Massacre (Butchers), but there's a lot of extra skill in magic to make up for it.

Zulu and Marceau are the only ones who seem to manage it, but Al seems to have a deep trust in them both, and their loyalty is very high, and they also seem to have an uplifting spirit, which stretches their mechanics and strength.

Anyway, Vince didn't take that long until he decided it would be impossible to contribute in battle to the Killers (Slaughters).

So I also did not express my participation last fall when I did a physical test for the replacement of members. If I do try, I might be able to get into the slayer (Slaters). But even if I managed to hang around, I shouldn't go along very well on a semi-productive level. Just pull your leg.

All I can do... is step downstairs. As their foundation, they will consolidate the foundations of the labyrinth exploration and thus contribute and repay.

That's what Vince thought. And that sentiment had been lightly stated to Xenom earlier. Even so, Vince's feelings remain the same, he was going to carry food and other supplies between five and six layers of transition crystals with a strong will and contribute with it. I thought that was the only way I could repay myself.

"If you're satisfied with that, I won't say anything either. That might be a fine idea that I gave my share of. But it's Vince. You're still the same age as Zulu, aren't you? Young from me, young. I think it's obvious that there's something missing.... Sure Al is a big guy, but that's not to say he's perfect. There are many shortcomings. Some of you may be aware of it, some of you may not."

Yes, what Vince takes for granted as a flaw is the small number of adventurers who can make up a deep-seeking party, the thinness of the formation. I wish I could complement that. If I can do that, I will be a fine contributor to the Killers (Slaters).

"I'm not wrong about that either, and I honestly think that would be appreciated. But that's just a stepping stone. Is that all right with you?

I've known that for a long time. I intend to be more of a stepping stone than I was.

"Don't look at me like that because I know how you feel. This is Al's takeover and sale, but you won't even have to do something you'll regret later. Whatever you want. I don't blame anyone, and I'd rather be thankful."

Xenom, who says so with a laugh and drinks tea, seemed to Vince then as if he hadn't laughed to his eyes.

(I even have to do something I'll regret later...)

Soon the sun seemed to have already gone too far through Jomtien.

Vince was swimming again into a sea of hazy thoughts as he cheeked Garrett across the grilled meat he had purchased by the time he got here.

I noticed a face that I knew I'd notice walked this way from the city.

(Hmm? Is that a lal? You still look like a pain in the ass)

With a slight bitter laugh, Vince waved and caught Lar's attention.

"Oh, I was listening, but you're not asleep. I was gonna wake you up as I went upstairs."

"Yeah, I can't sleep."

"Well, that's bright... oh, yeah. Your father told me that Mr. Vince is being presumptuous. But it's true that it helps. Thank you, is that okay?

That's what Lar said and snapped his neck.

"Pfft. I'm not doing this because I want to thank you. It's my own behavior. Never mind."

"Mmm... yes. But at this point, let me be clear. I'm simply glad, and I appreciate it, but none of us cared about that time anymore.... Oh, Al's a golden deceased, and I don't know if you remember him."

Vince blows out a little more to the less rhetorical, but mouths a proper reply.

"That's okay. I just want to do that."

Vince's right hand held the sachet on his chest at some point.

(You'd think so too...)

"Yes, I don't know. But does your sister think that's okay?

To Lar's words Vince struggled a little not to put his unpleasant feelings on the table, but his eyebrows jumped a little. Even one of the benefactors doesn't want to be impressed by the feelings of Juliere.

(I know my sister best. She is the type of person who never forgets the gratitude she received. Me too)

"Oh, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant. But if I were your sister, I'd be a little sad."

Vince reacted to the unexpected words of sadness.

"Sad?"

"Yeah. 'Cause you are. I don't know what to say. Don't be mad at me. I just want you to know, if we hadn't gone to Mr. Vince's then, what would have happened?

"... you're going through six layers on your own... even if you moved around with a Liliere demon stone. Did you hang in that trap again and get flown somewhere, or was hit by a demon... starving to death, I guess. That's why you just carried her body to me, and I really appreciate you helping me."

With a slightly bitter look on his face, Vince said off his gaze from Rall.

"Yeah, I'm happy to thank you. But if I were your sister, I'd be happy but sad that your brother would be tied to gratitude for himself. Besides, as I said earlier, I don't think Al or anyone really cares anymore. Then I want you to work harder and be Al's force of war. That way we can accomplish our purpose quickly, and I think we can all live a good life... maybe even be aristocrats."

"What? Purpose? Nobility?"

"Ah... none now, forget it! Can't you? I mean secret, one."

Lar has been in the odd pose of bowing his head as he meets his palms in front of his face.

"Huh?"

"Neither me nor your father will tell anyone Mr. Vince's story!

Vince opens his mouth with a bitter smile.

"Fine, I won't say anything. I promise. But I'll remember that Lar has a light mouth."

"Uh-oh, don't say that! I know! Even myself! But I won't mention Mr. Vince. I won't tell you if my mouth is torn!

Lar pleaded with Vince with all the momentum of being grounded.

"Yeah, he said he'd promise. It's okay, I'll never tell you. You still have a hard mouth. Plus... I'm pretty sure it made me feel a little easier when Lar told me. Thank you for that. Oh, of course this is personal."

"Huh... yeah? Thanks......"

"You should go and get Lar, too."

"Yeah, I'm going now. Bye."

Vince lowered back again as she watched Lar climb up the hill and go.

(I just thought she'd give me back what Liliere thinks. I don't know how to do it in a way I can... That's good. But......)

Vince rethinking and rethinking again.

After a while, Ginger runs in a rough breath from those on the hill. He was a face that was only focused at the end of the road, as if to say that he seriously looked forward with sweat and wouldn't get into sight about Vince or anything.

(Mr. Ginger... what do you think of her mourning Mr. Hulk too? I also have a strong feeling I can't forgive if I know what's going on. But she... don't know if you look at that face. I'm sure she has feelings for payback to the killers (Slaters) and all the former sunshine (Sun Ray)... she was in a more complicated position than me...)

"Mr. Ginger! Good luck!"

Vince was cheering Ginger with a serious voice when he realized it.

Vince glanced at this one. I thought Ginger snorted a little laughing.

(Tomorrow, no, when this is over, let's even run today!