Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

From the night I found out about the curse hanging on Refill, a few days. Shuiming and Lefir were still walking in the woods this day, wary of demonic raids.

The trees hissed around, and the depressed roadless path.

The sky seems clear, but the sunshine and the brightness of the blue sky are disturbed by tall trees, and the falling sun is a luminous object.

I'm not anxious if the way ahead is as good as the view unlike that, but I'm not going either.

The same goes for the presence of the Demon Clan, but first of all, from the two of us, it wasn't working.

Neighbors, two people walking side by side.

At first glance, we're close, nothing seems to happen, certainly not something dangerous. Naturally, it's not like something actually broke up, but if you're asked if there's anything, you can't deny the gap between your hearts, as there's a subtle time between the two walking distances.

Yes, after that night, there's nothing wrong with that.

I don't know.

"You know..."

"Swimmer......"

Together with Shuiming and Lefir, the behavior of turning left and right neighbors synchronizes, and the snake-stamped frog stops like this.

"" Ah... "

And it was such an awkward voice when the two of them tried to open the beginning of the conversation at the same time, as if it were also an indication.

- Yes, there is no harm in the two of us right now. I'm not broke. Yet all of a sudden, the timing of the conversation doesn't seem right at all. To put it perfectly, it's rather perfect.

"Go ahead..."

"No, it's not what I'm saying. You should talk from Suimei."

Yet, like breathing between those unfamiliar with conversations with the opposite sex, like this. Shui Ming, who reluctantly offers his hand with a red face, and Refile, who tries to respect his opponent by letting his gaze scatter here and there.

Neither of us can talk because it's not particularly a necessary conversation. It was at this rate for as long as I could because I was too caught up in my lack of location.

Can't you tell me what the reason for this is?

Neither is Mizumi the kind of character that holds inclusions where she finds out to be a curse bearer. No, but it's still hard to move your head and mouth this way when you rethink the content of that curse. That I've seen it all. That I touched it. It is not vulgar due to inferiority, and although it was necessary for once, there is a temper towards her because she does not have the right to determine its admissibility.

On the other hand, as for Refill, who has been made aware of his secrets, naturally so.

Such an event at the arrow tip that we started to get along. There's no point in getting squeaky.

"... ah"

"... ooh"

In the end, it looks like we both boiled up. The beginning and end of each groaning gasping voice.

As if something was manipulated to overlap awkward timing, the two of them had lost the timing of casual conversations in the last few days on this street.

- But as always, it's very bad for the two of us to get along and the way, to stay flushed. Shuiming therefore took a step forward with the man's hard work here and asked Refile, who walks next door, for future moves.

"Oh, you know. I figured it would be better not to head directly to the city of Krant......?

I think we should talk about how to change course to destination, but the tone is somewhat unnatural this cut out.

But the fact is that the two of them are now on the lookout for encounters with the Demons, so they have not yet made it through the woods, and the route to the city of Kranto, which was once off the route and was originally planned to go, has not been defined.

For that reason, Shuiming mentioned the case from here to the city of Kranto, but it seems that on the other hand, Lefir didn't know exactly what the story was about if it was empty above.

"Huh?"

"No, we need to discuss this properly..."

"Ah, oh. Right."

Her reply, more than a beat behind Mizuming's suggestion, was a delusional mix-up that she hadn't heard. Refill snorts with a glimpse of their unmistakable impatience as she dots her eyes.

And then take a deep breath to change your mind or once, even cough up, and respond to the water.

Now I'm finally back for some serious facial reflection.

"- Oh, there's still a good chance you're being ambushed if you went straight west from here. If you want to avoid contact with the Demon Clan as much as possible, I think you should go somewhat south, but reroute it."

"Ambush, it's possible."

Yes, she was right, there was a chance the Demons were straining outside the woods. More than Rajas said he was moving his men extensively, it should be considered that there are demonic tribes between the forest and the city of Kranto as well.

And when he heard such a prediction of Refill, Shuiming thought of the map he had seen before in his head.

The current location is in the woods, off the streets that were the route of the great book, moving in parallel to the streets a huge forest that stretches from the front of the mountain hemline to the plains near the city of Krant, delimiting the streets that connect Metail to the city of Krant.

Still going south from there, it will be quite a turnaround to the city of Kranto.

There is no problem because we have enough food in place, but then it will be difficult to rest properly with all the wild boarding houses, so physical exhaustion will be inevitable.

But I still can't change my belly on my back.

"If you're heading to the city of Kranto, you better free up some time before you do. If they don't find us like this, we'll be able to get through this."

"Does that carry you so well?

"Even they won't be able to keep their power on the plains around the city of Kranto. If they don't find us, they'll pull us up."

Put your hand on your chin, especially that thought mentioned by Refill, the ideological face.

Unlike humans, even demons can't always deploy an army. Over time, the troops will wear out just like this one with food and rest. There may be a retreat before the troops run out over time than the base is nearby.

Besides...

"Ma, if we run the war on the big side, the people in this country will find us and the crusaders will come out, and it'll be a pretty big fight. Unless they want it..."

"There won't be. The city of Klant is certainly a big city, but in the end it is one of the human beings. It's not a military stroke, and they don't have the advantage of having a big fight here. Even if we can drop the city, if we can't fight like that around here, they'll be harmed, and where we win, we'll end up alone."

"That's right. I don't know if he's going to end up poor for them."

Shuiming agrees with Refile, looking up the tree umbrellas and the leaking day. If the Demons wanted to take down cities around here, it wouldn't be in their interest.

Sure, there will be a winning chance in a small phase, but in a big phase, all I can say is a reckless battle that just naughtily drains the army.

If you have a decent head, you should never do that.

(But...)

In that regard, it was still a mystery to say why they had come so far. What the hell did Rajas bring his men here for, if the purpose of their big book is not to refill them? Maybe it doesn't matter to us anymore if this is the case.

Well, whatever.

"You sure do. Is it more likely to pull things up before things go wrong than to be obsessed with us here?"

"If you hadn't come into the woods... well, we haven't made that move so far."

Even though Refill speaks of a possibility less than so worrying, he immediately denies it. The demons should scout the woods as powerful as normal. without being bound by it either, to say that there is no

"Maybe they can't measure our whereabouts? In fact, only the merchants know we walked into the woods."

"Maybe. Normally, you wouldn't want to run into the woods. It's possible."

Do you think so, too, Lephire? I agree with this prediction even though it is a little ambiguous.

However, there was a slight apprehension in Shuiming, who offered optimism and similar expectations.

(That's right. If there is, I've come up with something interesting he said...)

I rebuffed what Rajas said the other day, and now a lot of thought faces. What the hell did that demon tribe come up with then? That word that fuels anxiety. It only fuels our troubles, such as the fact that our enemies come up with something interesting.

It is painful because there is not enough material to speculate on it. Because this kind of scene often turns back and forth.

"Whatever it is, we need to earn some distance now."

"Right."

The words of Shuiming shaking away unnecessarily swollen anxiety. Mizuming scratches the greens in the woods as she hears her voice agreeing with it without exception.

Has the future policy been considerably consolidated and has this made the footprint somewhat lighter?

Whatever it is, it's the conversation that's cleared his mind the most.

"Phew... you managed to talk normally..."

Sweat on the forehead. With a whispering slight amount of voice, Shuiming, who breathes genuine relief, makes a sneer laugh. I was rather anxious inside to know what I would do if I couldn't talk like this and communicate with my will.

Does that aspect also tell the story of his inexperience in life? I don't know what else to do about this because it was magic.

But right now, there was no way I could get back to those words of relief.

"... sorry. Let me worry about it."

"Wow!

I didn't expect my voice to return to me anymore. Shuiming shouts an excessively werewolf scream, listening to the seemingly sorry voice it took from the sidelines. Have you received a fatal beating or have you been cut off from the Devil? I sprinted up the upset like I'd never even heard of it and jumped away.

On the other hand, Refill has a strange face.

"... what's going on? Raise such a strange voice."

"Kee, were you listening "

"That would be so. It's so close."

"What are you talking about," he said to Shuiming, a shuddering, seeping attitude refir. If she tells you, sure she does. If you throw up in a soothing breath at such a distance, you won't like it, but you'll hear that.

Seeing her face like that, it makes her smile slip out to delude her into lethargy, though.

"Ah, haha. Right..."

"Hehe."

It was a ladylike or laugh that returned.

In contrast, Shuiming asks with Kyoton's face.

"... what?

"No, I thought you were pretty accidental."

"Ugh!

When I was shot at, it was a steep spot. Shuiming quietly dropped her shoulder with a groan that she would let out at that time.

In contrast, with all the chase, Lephire says.

"Sure enough, the day I first went to the guild..."

"Well, don't steam that story back..."

Mizumi holding his head and dripping. If there is a phonetic sound, can it be done? Sure, at that time, I strongly alluded to the Dorotheas, officials of the Alliance, to manipulate the ranks - malum hypnotic and deluded, but I didn't accidentally respond special to what I did that day.

Then there will be some things to talk about here. There were quite a few people on the spot, so naturally it's a rumor.

Salted to green vegetables, it creaked... Refill smiles at Shuiming, who creates a look that just doesn't make sense at all.

"You're surprisingly full of gaps, you are."

"Heh heh, I'm an inadvertent person anyway."

Pointed his mouth, he uttered a voice like a hog's squeal, and the watermark rots.

See that, Refill, just strengthens the smile. Like I said it was a spray, I enjoyed the change in the look on Shuiming's face.

... and it was so quiet. The distance between the two is reduced to a soothing atmosphere, and the conversation is off there. That's never a bad thing - but how could this be the kind of wind that always winds before a big storm? It's supposed to be placed within a crisis, but it's terribly too calm, and on the contrary, worries go through the back of your brain.

It was such a fold, anxious for this tranquillity as Shuiming scratched her head at the bad butt.

Unexpectedly, the twins behind them shrugged.

"- Tz, Suimei!

"Oh."

Refill turns immediately to some sign and releases a call like a warning and Shuiming responds as she expected. The identity of the vague sensation that suddenly appeared behind us like a ghost. Is it a wild dog or a wolf again? What if it's a demon or a demon?

Shuiming makes his speculation work with all his might to the crisis that might strike him, and is alert without a single shard of alarm.

Atmosphere around increasing swordswallowing at once. To the tension between the swordsman and the sorcerer, the air conceived a pair of thorns, but emerged from it was something completely different from what they had expected.

Something that came out scratching shaky bushes.

It was a man with wounds all over his body.

"Sushi, sushi..."

"Oh, hey "

Surprised by the appearance of the unexpected, Refill and Shuiming. What showed up was a man with an adventurer's style. My feet are unbundled, my eyes are vain, my clothes are torn and bright red with blood, leaving rotten marks after lacerations and burns all over my body. What your ears hear is a slight groan like a bug's breath and a wheeze called Hugh.

Full of creation. Has it come to this?

A man who doesn't even have a gaze focus because of the wound. To him, Lephire rushes over.

"Hold on "

"Oh, gu... oh, you..."

When Refile called out loud, the man seemed to notice. I let my still vain gaze wander into the universe for a while and finally focus on Refill's face.

There, again, Refile asks the question.

"What the hell is wrong with you "

"By the devil tribe, I was approached. of the mountains... inside..."

"Mountains? Demons?

What I could hear from a man's obnoxious words was such words. Waterming realizes there is something about Refill that makes his face rude to the words of a fragmented man, and slaps him on the shoulder.

"Hey, Refile. This man."

"What's wrong with him?

"No, this guy was an adventurer then."

"At that time? Ah."

Her noticeable voice rises in clarity. Have you noticed Lephire now? There were many wounds and bleeds, and at first glance I could not tell, but this man, one of the most noisy and aroused escorts in that fold where Refill became the wingman to leave the merchant corps.

Has the Demons attacked you and fled all the way here alone? Or have you come to call for help? I don't know any of it, but whatever it is, it's not good as it is.

Refile, who wakes up an adventurer, is still in a state of confusion and haste because of abrupt circumstances. No, he's stopped with his arms up, so maybe his thoughts are duller when he realizes he's the man who kicked himself out.

Then Shuiming flew her instructions as she gathered her magic in the palm of her hand.

"Refile. Let the man sleep there. I'll cure you now."

"Ah, oh. Okay."

There is no denying the poor sharpness of this call. Refile took a moment to get me back, but immediately nodded so heavily in view of the situation, quietly lowering the man's body to the ground.

He didn't have a single grudge against the girl who walked the right way.

"Please."

"Oh."

To the words, Shuiming nods. And the magic of healing. If you're not dying instantly or in any serious condition, you can still use this technology to make it up to you. Psychiatric treatment is effective for trauma, and some sequelae are not spared for significant blood loss, but can be covered by restorative magic.

Exactly the same color as the magic formation that floated directly beneath the adventurer and in the palm of Mizuming. Healed by the pale, rising emerald-colored magic light, the adventurer's wounds clog within a glimpse.

But...

So, Shuiming gave up.

Halfway through the treatment, he quietly lowers the hand of healed treatment while peering into the wounded and sick.

"Huh...?

The only way to do that was to present Lephire with confusion, too. For her, who watched from the side, his behavior would only have been pictured as abandonment in the middle of treatment. Unexpectedly stopped the healing hand, Lefir showers his oppressed voice once now.

"Suimei-kun what's wrong why stop "

A look seeping through some suspicion in confusion pierces Shuiming's chest. I betrayed my expectations. No, if I give up like now on my eyes when I see the light, is there more frustration than that? But Shuiming also had to stop his hand. I had a reason not to.

To the kind of inquiry she asks, he distorts his face bitterly and tells him why.

"... I can't. The astral body is worn out by the time it becomes irrecoverable. No matter how much healing you hang on this man anymore, it doesn't make sense."

I can't. We need to heal. Impossible, yes. But was the narrative incomprehensible to Refill, who had seen the sight of the wound clogging?

He sees only wounds healed with healing, and brings to mind suspicion and mistrust.

"What are you looking at? You? Your wounds are healing, aren't they? That doesn't make any sense. Why...?

"The wound heals. Wounds. But..."

"Then..."

Wouldn't it heal? I guess that's what you tried to say. But Shuiming shook his neck to block the words as he bit down the bitter tannins.

Refill, who saw it, just said why.

"Why..."

It hurts the words that sink into that disappointment that I hung Refill. Is it powerlessness that springs up in your heart? Even if healing is the person whose relationship is also thin and once disgusted. This bitterness cannot be stopped.

On the other hand, Refill thought that giving up was something else.

"Suimei. Is it possible that you stopped the treatment hand because this man is the man who kicked me out? Don't underestimate me. I don't give a shit about that time! So get on with your treatment!

"Suimei!

"No, I can't. Indeed, as Lephire has also seen, wounds on the body can be healed. I can, but as I said, Astral Body - I mean, I can't let you survive any more healing than the body of the soul and its vessel, the shell of the spirit, is diminishing."

"Nah... no..."

No longer look at the pulsations of life that have grown as tight as a kagelow, refir losing words. To her like that, Shuiming tells her to spit out her thoughtlessness.

"No matter how much healing magic you wear, you can't do anything about the souls of others"

"... are you sure you can't?

"With all the conditions in place, there may not be one thing you can do. But I don't have time to do that right now. Preparing now won't keep this man's body better first."

"... eh"

To Shuiming's assertion, Refill bites his tight teeth and drops his shoulder disappointingly so that it drips. Seeing the dying is hard, whoever it is. For her, whose cause lies in the Demon Nation, and who has fought the Demon Nation, the impasse of that emotion will be more intense than anyone else.

... Each of us accidentally opens his mouth amidst the frustration of his disappointment.

"Ho, the others... are still attacked by the demons,"

"Is there anyone still alive "

When Refill asks with such surprise, the man answers her question, though spicy to exhale.

"I don't know... I don't. Maybe not yet..."

"You could still be alive. "

To the voice of inquiry, but there was no voice of return.

Can the man of the adventurer, who moves his mouth like a crook in an attempt to somehow take oxygen into his lungs, no longer speak? Lephile asked him what he thought in a quiet voice.

"... the others are in the mountains, aren't they?

Is the question meaningful? Her voice is going to be too calm and misconstrued as cold out. The man nods slowly to ask such a chilling question that he can even catch a glimpse of his chi.

And soon, the man took his breath away.

"-"

To the death of a man, a refir that leaks a voiceless voice, and a watering light that lowers its rugged face.

... Eventually, Lefir rose from a kneeling position, and flipped. Turning her back on Shuiming, that direction she faced...

"... hey Refile?

I didn't know what that meant. So when he asks, Lephile turns her back and says something of an apology.

"I'm sorry. Swimei."

"I'm sorry, what do you mean? Why are you pointing that way?

When asked, Lephire said it was perfectly natural.

"Suimei. It's a stupid question."

"A stupid question..."

Do you think I understand? - No, it was definitely something I understood. Now what lies ahead, which she flipped, is the path we have taken so far. Beyond that, there are mountains that have passed before. Perhaps, after that, the merchants turned back to escape the demons, there are mountains.

Eventually, did Lephire decide to do it? Turn around here and say your thoughts resolutely.

"Suimei. I'm going to help the merchants."

"Are you serious about going to help?

"Oh, I'm not gonna make a joke"

"Even though we don't know the exact location of the merchants. "

"Probably, he'll be along the mountain road. I don't care if it comes off."

"I don't even know if he's alive. "

"That's right. But maybe he's alive. So..."

You want me to go? To help. To rescue what could be called reckless. But that shouldn't happen. Never go. Because it's...

"You know what this is a demonic trap to attract Refile!

"Trap, huh?"

"That's right! If you see them as humans, they're like attacking you without a sight, right? You're gonna let one of us get away with this! I'm sure Rajas is waiting for you!

Yes, this is a trap. It's a trap. Everyone will know that. In anticipation of Refill coming to help the merchants, this is an outrageous inducement. The sum after reading the action she would take, letting the dying escape and finding it. If you knew her personality, you'd come up with this, too.

Sure, this is deep in the woods, and I'd say it's almost a coincidence that he made it this far, but it's quite possible that he was let go under such thoughts. Perhaps it's not hard to imagine that Rajas is waiting for Refill ahead of him in his rush to rescue.

But such a watery appeal is also vain, and Refile returns a calm voice.

"... may be"

"You know it might be... even on Refile!

"Oh, yeah. You are absolutely right. I know this is reckless."

"Then..."

"Damn...... still I want to go help! Because of me, this is what happened! All of it! So!

Don't go. Lephire overflows his emotions with the water that eats him down. I've accumulated so far. That would be her fault. The desire to go to help and the desire to go to help herself is conveyed with a twinge.

But that's only what Lephire's self-blame went too far.

"So that's not Lephire's fault..."

"No, it's already my fault. Did you just say that, too? He showed up here saying it was a trap set up by the Demons to attract me. Rajas appealed to these means because I dazzled his whereabouts"

"That's... but what's wrong with this? It's like going to die. "

Yes. Ambush is not a raw thing. You wait until you're ready to fight your opponent. It's inevitable to go and be at a disadvantage, all the more so if that's who you lost once.

So Shuiming stubbornly eats down, and pulls back.

"Refile! Rethink! Calm down and think again!

But Lephie didn't turn around.

"Refill, turn around." You'll see!

"Lephire, you will not die. To keep the power of the Spirit alive! Then this is the place..."

It was when Shuiming tried to say that. Lefir, who has been shuddering his shoulders in silence until now, opens his mouth.

"To you..."

"Huh?"

What do you know about me?

"- Tz "

It was the cry emanating from the bottom of my heart that stopped Shuiming from speaking. And what she complains about is thoughts overflowing with weirs.

"Any more, you tell me to turn away abandon my loved ones! Abandon even the flesh parents! Then you tell me to abandon even those in crisis because of me. "

Refill's words strike Shuiming's ear. Strike your heart. There was nothing he could say.

Is that what she held, the thought of passion, has been pushing into her mind ever since? The spiciness no one could help. Nobody can help themselves. Shouting that she can't live with it would be because she really wants to help someone.

Then why can we block it?

"How long do I have to run how long do I have to abandon what I want to help to spare my own life! Sacrifice your thoughts and someone's life! I don't... I've had enough of that!

The screaming voice is directed at the irrationality of the world. A cry that could never be directed anywhere before strikes Shuiming's heart.

Yes, if you betray your feelings, you just betrayed them, and the blame piles up. Even more so if that's the right thing to do. If you have a firm belief, it is something you will never be able to live with.

And there were tears all over Lephile's eyes screaming out those thoughts.

Said it was painful. It's hard. It's a crystal of pity for a woman who's upset about her temper.

... eventually, did you get a rough breath and settle down? Refill uttered an apology for the disturbance and flipped again. And if I don't look back again, I'll say another word of determination, as I say this life has been fixed here.

"... sorry. It was a short time ago, but you took care of me."

"Refile, don't go. Wait."

Ahead, when the voice to retain was reached, it was in the end void.

Without even hearing the voice of Shui Ming's suppression, Lephir drove the original path at an unusual rate, the power of the Red Spirit.

"Oh, man. Are you seriously going..."

The bewildered whining of the leftover Mizumi echoes in the woods. That's all Refill's running speed is awesome, and no matter how many voices he holds up anymore, he can't reach it.

Shui Ming stops his leg and stands up as he moves on to the chase.

He's gone. To help him who hath cast himself out, and hath cursed him. To pierce the path I believed in. Cursed and unhappy girl. Towards a battle where you'll never see the light of victory, he's gone.

"Tz......"

Let that fact rub your back teeth.

Can I keep letting you go? To a battle where there is only despair ahead. As it is, alone.

Then go after him, as before?

But if you go, you're sure to endanger your own life. Naturally, we have to fight that demon named Rajas, plus his men. The battle will be commensurately tough, and if you do poorly, you could lose your life.

But that shouldn't happen. I have a reason not to die. I must fulfill my father's wishes and fulfill the philosophy of the Order. That's the thing, it's a promise. A promise is a promise, even if it was a promise that wasn't made together or a one-sided arrangement. I made up my mind, but at the end of the day, it's something you shouldn't give up until you fulfill it.

But is that okay? You decide here that's okay, you excuse yourself that you have something to do, and you can go on a safe path without ever looking back? Can we not see the battle that is about to happen?

Can I help her running down a path that has no salvation?

That's right.

- Even though it is a proposition because it helps the unsaved, is it not too bad to abandon the unsaved to carry out the proposition?

"Ku......"

Such a voice echoes in my head, questioning the contradictions in my own way.

Since when have you become frightened by what you call death and so on? Have you become afraid of what will come one day, and hesitate to step on two feet? Such cowardice that those who have no power whatsoever will be cut and abandoned with inertia.

So I think once now.

I wonder what I have. Is it not magic to outdo anything that I have desperately remembered from a young age? Isn't it a mystery for that, opening up all difficulties? Isn't it omnipotent, to never take away those who want to help?

Yes, now is the time to rock your mind to the grid. No, the fact is, I already knew you'd only have one answer to choose from here. Whether there was a grid within you, a sense of crisis in your head, or your intentions were balancing victory and defeat. 'Cause yes...

- For that reason, I took an oath that day myself.

"That's right. Eight keys, Shuiming. You are the sorcerer of the Order. The Sorcerer of the Order will do without pursuing his ideals..."

Words that make you sound like you're talking to yourself, something. To unite your thoughts again, it's a confirmation-like mumble. It is a whispering ritual to regress what you sought again.

And it was at such a fold that new things happened.

Shui Ming now often closes her mouth and squeezes her eyes cool.

From behind, there are signs that someone will rise. With signs of power like the emitted throats of the devil clan, loosen up. That's like a ghost.

Unlike the weak vibes that were there until earlier, it was fierce and strong.

- Is that what made the healing so difficult...

Behind that fact, the question I had icebreaks.

It's about the unnatural wear and tear of the adventurer's astral body.

Excessive wear and tear in the astral body is something that cannot normally happen with physical trauma. Even if that's a fatal injury, it's no exception, and the absolute amount of soul doesn't diminish. Certainly injuries can weaken your mental strength. But it only weakens the spirit, and it never shreds the soul.

Therefore, there would have been some other attack on the man of the adventurer than the trauma. Was there an Astral Attack, an effective attack on the soul, or was there such a factor that it would erode the soul? Either of them.

If you look at the results of this one, it would definitely be the former.

Perhaps to inflict a blow on the dead against the previously alarmed Refill.

"- Tz."

Living corpses give birth now behind Shuiming, who gasps for blame and tries to chase a woman in tears.