Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

The merchants accompanying Mizumina and the others left the Wang capital, Metail, for a few days.

The itinerary is peaceful and smooth and full of sails. It was progressing, taking care of small villages and lodgings along the streets, without being hit by heavy rains of scale that echoed directly into the legs of bandits, demons and journeys.

When I said that there were difficulties, it was about the quality of the meal, but that's something I expected more than the original, so shouldn't I mention it?

And Shuiming and the others, who also successfully fulfilled the difficulty they had encountered during the journey, were still in the middle of a slightly steep path.

In the human story of the merchants, the city of Kranto is about a third of the way across the board. If you go through the hem and basin, it looks like you're right up to the city of Krant.

- But even if the world changes, it seems the fundamentals are the same. Apparently, this world was just like the rest of us, and what we call a change often didn't make it that easy.

In the woods after going down the hem.

The density of the trees is also negligible, usually a place where the leaking sun shoots like sunshine, but now the atmosphere is more and more bitter because of the cloudy skies.

The ashy scene doesn't have a good feeling prospect.

Under such circumstances, I just said I had exactly what I was after, and there were signs of swordswallowing drifting from the neighborhood.

... Lefir walking next door calls out.

"... Suimei. Do you realize that?

"Well, once."

And as much as I could say to my mouth, I had the opportunity to feel signs of my surroundings with myself.

Yes, down the hemline, from around this forest, my neck muscles are broiled by a feeling of no good. And there is a magic field that occurs when magic is increased to a state of imminent war, in a state of stripping.

No, isn't that right? To be precise, the force field is approaching.

To observe, there are signs that something completely magical will set you up against this one...

Ask Lefir without releasing his guard against crossing.

"... hey, is this a demon? I don't feel like a human being..."

The only source of such a question is the magical movement that I am feeling right now, but the behavior of it was too different from that of a human being.

Then, if there's anything in Refile that comes to mind.

"No, this isn't a demon. Demons."

"Mm..."

Will the name come up here? I even talked about that before I traveled, but it might still have been relevant.

But.

"... it was a lot more definitive now, but it could be the Demon Clan, right?

"Oh."

"Why?"

"I know them very well. Definitely."

"... Really?

"... oh"

When asked on top of each other, you wonder what it is, Refile, who replies less than just now.

Shortly after she had said so, with a slight increase in swordswallowing from earlier on like that, anyone else noticed this sign of following, or the merchant squad suddenly stopped moving.

And soon, a warrior windy adventurer rushing to watch out for footsteps from the front. Bitterness seeps into the complexion, and the unscented senses the situation, but is it the reason?

I raised my hand toward this way.

"Hey -"

And, at such a stage of uttering or denying voices, Lefir concurs.

"Oh, I'm aware"

"Huh -? Oh, really?

"Oh."

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When Refile affirms in two words, an adventurer who quickly speaks to the point, not just saying that it saved him time.

"- Then we'll talk early. A wizard's sight tells me it's demons that are closing in. So, with Mr. Galeo's intent, we're going to intercept here."

... Apparently, unlike Refill, they recognize the identity of the signs as demons.

Either way, you'll know when you're on your way.

But apart from that, questions arise about the words of the adventurer.

"Intercept here?

"Oh, yeah? Is there a problem with the escort fighting?

"No, that's good, but what about the merchants?

Ask the adventurer who has been surprised to ask. Yes, the question was that.

I'm here with an escort, so naturally I don't mind the fight.

But the problem is with the merchants we protect if that happens.

Normally, as non-combatants, they cannot be involved in battle, so they will be asked to evacuate to a temporarily safe place. Appropriate, if appropriate, but if so, where the hell is it best to move it around here?

In the woods just down the hem. The ground is loose, but the roads are still rough, and it's not easy to hide.

In view of the area, what will we do? Including that, now Lefir asks.

"What do you mean, let me go first and strike first?

"No, it's not"

"So you're letting him go even in the back of the forest?

"That's different, too."

Adventurers don't nod at either answer.

As a precaution, as Lephire put it, a major attack - that is, an interception with a pause, an ambush - should be the best thing at the moment.

The question was dispersed by the words of a hard-handed adventurer.

"... Apparently there are demons in front of us too. Now if you're on the sidelines, you could be behind it, and worst of all, you could already be surrounded. Then it would be better to gather them within sight and intercept them than to move the merchants poorly... that's the kind of decision they make."

I see. If you're in the right hands, do you have only one hand to protect? Convinced.

Then, Lefir.

"What's the offense?

"Hmm? No, I'm not...?

"Why? If there's any speculation that we're surrounded, then we're gonna have to eat through the formation based on that, right?

"Ha? Beh, nothing. We're not breaking through. If we make it hard on the guard, there's no such thing as a demon, is there?

"... right"

To the adventurer's objection, Refile pulls back very hard. Did you leave lightly because you avoided the barren controversy? But I also thought it sounded like a mixed voice of disappointment somewhere.

(Enclosure and breakthrough...)

Second, I think of such occasions. It's a breakthrough when it comes to the best hand in breaking the enclosure. Intercepting while surrounded is what the other person thinks in the first place, so that hand is always used to defeat the other party's measures first with or without effect.

In this case, if the guerrilla forces eat through the siege and are free, it will be easier to break the formation.

In Refill's opinion, it would be a suggestion that included it.

... effective, but that would require the assumption that there would be so much manpower.

As there is a saying you can't shake a sleeve without it, you can't think of an attack without ensuring adequate protection.

"Enough talking. Then I'll go back to my place. You asked for the load."

And when I told you what to talk about, an adventurer trying to turn his heel back and leave.

Lephire holds him back like that.

"Would one be good?

"... what's up?

"I don't know about coming from before, but it's the demons, not the demons, who come from the sidelines. Tell that to Lord Galeo."

How do you know that?

"A rule of thumb. This isn't a sign of a demon."

The adventurer roars surprisingly small at the assertion.

And after a long glimpse of flattering gaze.

"... ok. I'll call it in once it may be so."

When the adventurer replied so freely, it was only this time that he left early.

Dropping him off leaving, Shuiming sighs all alone.

"... it didn't come with me because I'm sorry to fight demons and stuff"

It's Camelia's choice that reminds me. That was a farewell to finding a means of safely returning to the other world: not to forcibly fight unknown enemies and to avoid reckless battles.

But I didn't expect to end up fighting.

I still don't know if I'm a Demon, but if so, isn't there any more irony? I feel some kind of unseen malice as if I'm being disturbed by this one's whereabouts.

Did you even hear it at the end of the whine?

"What's wrong with you?

"No. He wants me to be safe and peaceful as long as I travel."

Then, Refile...

"Suimei. Journeys come with danger. It is not convenient to proceed. Besides, in this day and age, you should be worried about this kind of thing."

"... so noisy that I don't like it. Anywhere."

"To shake it off, you have us, don't you?

"Sure. That's what I asked you to do."

When she honestly admitted her words to Refile's question that she was absolutely right, she smiled invincibly.

Before you go to battle, give your comrades that grin.

At the end of such a slight period of conversation, she takes her back score and unwraps the wrap with familiar hands.

It was the great sword that emerged from it.

The length is one hundred and eighty centimeters sighted from the tip to the pattern head. The pattern is protected by a giant, curved triangle, with an integral body nearly fifteen centimetres wide. The shape is like adding the length of the Zweihander and the wide blade of Claymore, but it is made of Western, Japanese, Chinese, and precisely any of them in a different world style, not running gorgeously, but beautiful red and silver.

Swing it gently with one hand to slip the slightest sunlight shooting from cloudy weather all over you. I don't know what the source of the swung power is or what kind of work it is, but hands with swords are used to it.

And Refill, somehow, walks out to the sidelines - in the direction that the devilish people are packing.

It's such a big deal. Do you take some distance from the merchants to fight?

But backwards from this prediction, she keeps walking away.

"Oh, hey, Refile?

"- Swimei. I'm sorry, but I'm going to set you up here to take the lead."

"I'm going. Is that,... is it okay to do it on your own? We're still a long way from them, and then why don't we at least talk to Mr. Galeo or something?

Suggesting so, Refill shook his neck sideways as he meditated.

"No, look around"

Follow that word and gaze, and this one looks around too.

There were appearances of merchants and escorts moving busily in dangerous situations.

"The other adventurers and mercenaries are going to go into total protection. You know that, right?

"Oh, you will. That's what you said earlier."

"Then no."

"Mm..."

Corrupt the merchants' attempts to take measures from the roots unnecessarily, that was abrupt denial.

That kind of thing brings to mind an earlier proposal by Refill.

"... is it about eating and breaking with the Demons"

"Yes."

Refil nodded so quickly without putting it in between.

"Demons are creatures whose path is to take, destroy, and kill. So all in all, the offensive concept is strong, and if this one gets into the defensive position, it's bound to gain momentum. If you want to do something about them, you can't keep them safe."

"No, I'm aware of the danger of protection. But maybe it's a good idea to jump in. There's a danger to the attack, just as there's a danger to the protection, isn't there? I know it's good for me to assume that I'm surrounded, but just because it makes sense doesn't make it the best."

That's what I'm suing you for now to contain the run first. Refill's detention is a breakthrough. That is a story that, as the adventurer showed earlier in his difficult colour, cannot be made up more than the original without the number.

It is true that there is no precise prospect of where to turn the number, as the battle of escorts gathering with an unknown opponent, the Demon Nation, is unpredictable for itself from different worlds.

Judgment may be an amateur opinion, but what Refile is trying to do now is a problem before that.

But Refill is negative.

"So you want me to be thorough in protecting you? That's a bad hand."

"No. I'm talking about how you won't be cutting into anything by yourself, Lephire, no matter how much."

Yes, I'm not licking her strength.

But it's also true that I don't know the details. Because he is a sorcerer, he does not have the swordsman's eyes to measure the strength of the swordsman at a glance.

I don't even know my strength. I don't know the size or strength of the enemy. It's full of none, so I also want to ask you to calm down.

Then, Refill nodded if he knew what it was like to be here.

"Certainly not your point. But I told you. He said he knew all about them. I'm not the kind of person who missees his strength right now, and..."

"And?"

It was the moment I put such a hand in it.

I was furious for a moment at the dark signs that sprang up when I descended.

"... then we can't defeat them without one left"

- It was never because of the cloudy skies that Rin's beauty flashed for a moment. The face now dewy is the dark side of a swordsman with a right in his chest.

One eye of the one who had only ever hissed into the shadows had glowed red in anger and hatred, turning into a cutting edge through the hatred that was not here.

... again. What is there? Does the existence of a demon tribe have so much cause for her?

"... are they such, irresistible arrangements?

"That's right. That's evil. It's an evil that can never be right until you're more dead than you were born. An unsaved creature that haunts the weak, laughs at grief, and dishes despair. That's why I have to slaughter him. I'm everything."

Dark words of determination crush this objection.

I remember hearing what time it was, the Demons had no mercy. He said he dropped one northern country, didn't make one of the prisoners, and trampled on the lives of most of the humans who were there.

That's what I'm saying.

"Oh, man."

So hastily he stopped calling, he turned, and Lephile laughed in a frantic manner, as if to apologize for making it dark.

"Thank you, Swimei. But don't worry about me. You ask for the load, as I was told. Bye."

Shortly before I called her back, she had gone into the woods.

Is it because I have confidence supported by the rules of thumb that I can go on my own?

I can't tell you whether or not that decision is correct now. You can do it, you can't do it, because one way or another, it's only a theory of results.

(... fast)

But as far as that move goes, the feeling of being okay is bigger. Bad scaffolding, heavy objects, speed, and the consistency of the trunk that doesn't add up to it. You won't lose a lot of things.

...... Refile disappears from sight. Other people who saw her cut in were a little noisy about confusion and anger, but that was only a few moments too.

"Coming!

One of the adventurers speaks up to the unnatural sway of the trees and the signs of magic.

And its presence, which is hunting this one down, finally revealed itself.

"It's the devil... it's the devil!

Someone screamed. At the same time, the twist runs.

"These guys..."

Demons.

One of the reasons why I was brought into this world.