Tensei Oujo wa Kyou mo Hata o Tatakioru

A man's body collapses and falls.

A few years of dust on the floor of an abandoned house rises to the perimeter due to the impact. I scratched the collar of my coat together and pulled it up to protect my throat from even fantastically visible soles, illuminated by the moonlight slipping through the gaps in the loose roof.

The big guy who sank the guy on the floor looks back at me.

"This seems to be the last time"

The man who fell on the floor, he doesn't move one thing. I guess I cut my consciousness out exactly. Competencies in combat are as good as you can imagine.

I just want you to be a little quieter. I thought frowning at the smell of dust and dust.

Former Border Guard captain, Ernst von Lieber.

No, the name already belongs to the dead.

The name of the man in front of me now is Higma.

I made a good first impression. Just because I myself was given a strange name like 'Crow' doesn't mean I hit eight, nor did I wind up.... Probably.

"Mm-hmm. Then let's pack up and go home"

When I say so, Higma restrains the three men who are passing out and rolling with rope. I let him bite the cloth in my mouth to prevent self-determination, and then I stuffed them in a Zuta bag.

Higma takes up the Zuta bag and throws it into the wagon parked on the surface. Adult men of good stature... and if you are losing your mind, it should be quite heavy. But his light-hearted movements were as if he were carrying even feathers.

Higma urged me to "go," without the wind that hurt my mood and just watched me without helping with the loading operation.

His face peeking from under his coat was still a man, but his impression changed a lot.

During his time as captain of the guard, he stretches out his hair, which was cut short, and wraps it up unwrought behind him. The beard, which was in order, shaved the other way and looked a little younger. Since exposure to the sun has been extremely reduced, skin color will change slightly in time.

When I walk under the sun, I also let my hair color and how I walk change.

As soon as he became a detective, he said something about burning his face, but even if he didn't, his impression would change.

"Go."

Following me up to the carriage carriage carriage, Higma gets in. It was a mild move you can't imagine from a large body, but the weight seems to be what it looks like. The carriage makes a flashy noise.

When I signaled by hand to my companion on your stand, I placed a beat and then the horse ran out.

Zuta bags with a glimpse of chilli all remain quiet.

Probably won't wake up for a while. I threw up in my heart telling him to get some sleep now, because he was going to hell anyway.

He and others, lurking in abandoned houses, are among neighboring raptors.

He was abducting and imprisoning a family in a separate unit from the ones who broke into the royal castle the other day.

The maid being investigated for attempted assassination of a key figure appears to have been threatened with taking her family hostage.

Family already protected.

The retrieval of those who fled was the task entrusted to us.

"Don't let any of them get away with it, I'm going to be impotent..."

He spills his solitary stupidity as he hears the wheel run over the cobblestone.

The term 'all alone' is not, of course, meant to refer only to the three people packed in the Zuta bag. All the raptors lurking in the king's capital of Navel.

The people who were letting them swim, those who had blended in around over the years, the newly sent ones, also pulled back, leaving no one behind.

"I want it to be some kind of joke"

Higma grinned bitterly as she sighed with a cheek wand on her raised knee.

"I can't imagine that one joking more"

"To a very few people, they say. Jokes."

A very small part of it, or as far as I can tell, I'm alone.

Higma looked elusive when I added that only in my heart.

You're trying to think of His Majesty making jokes. After more than a dozen seconds of silence, repeat the same words as "unimaginable".

I certainly couldn't imagine either.

"I totally meant it this time though"

I remember my husband's face when I ordered him to.

A faceless look as usual. But my eyes were different. Was it the flames that burned at high temperatures that dwelt in thin blue eyes? Or a snowstorm that freezes everything up.

"If I wasn't mistaken, you'd be angry. I am."

Most importantly, His Majesty is not the only one who is butchering in this case.

Like eight hits, I think of the face of a ditch rat (latte) who would be doing everything in his power to hunt rats.

The night a guest from another world was about to be assassinated, Latte was exterminating an assassin targeting the princess.

No way in the meantime, without even knowing that the princess is about to be killed by another human being.

To be precise, the samurai didn't aim for the princess. As a result of coincidences, the princess hid guests from different worlds and sheltered them.

No one can predict.

Still, Latte got rough.

On the surface it is not very different from usual, and the work is ripe exactly, but the level of intent to kill is different. To the extent that everything comes to a halt to the roots of your breath if you are on a mission of life or death.

There is no grasp as a float, unrelated to obsession.

You look like a good person, you don't trust anyone, and you don't miss anyone.

He doesn't go anywhere, he doesn't go deep into anyone, he shows up fluttered, he disappears fluttered.

I never really thought such a man would put his shoulder in someone.

"Absolutely, a sinner."

The princess.

Precisely reads words that didn't make it sound, and Higma nods.

"Because a lot of people love me."

The man in front of me with his mouth slightly raised, and his old friend.

If you count the people who love the princess, you have no kiri.

Really. I want you to understand how many people love you.

Princess herself, and.

Tighten your eyes toward the Zuta bag.

Notice the raptor, too.

The princess is a treasure of our country and a weakness of many humans.

At the same time, it is a scale that should not be touched.

I laid my eyes down once.

Slowly exhale with your breath the fiery emotions that accumulate at the bottom of your belly. Then when I looked up, my gaze caught on with the hippo with my eyes rounded.

"... what's up?

Hazelnut eyes, after blinking them a few degrees, he shrugs to the point of becoming.

"You were angry, too."

"What?"

They say it's smudging, and I jump up one eyebrow.

I got a much lower voice, but Higma doesn't care at all, as opposed to being under barometric pressure.

"I couldn't notice it because it wasn't as easy to understand and clean as that guy"

That man must mean Latte.

You think I'm one of his kind?

I do like the princess.

But nothing, just because the princess was targeted for her life doesn't mean she's angry... she's not here, really.

I asked myself unexpectedly.

Aren't these chunks of heat that line the bottom of your belly like a snake wrapping around a tuna and occasionally letting you peek into your face and burn your guts like 'anger' or 'irritation'?

If you loosen your mind a little, it's going to convert you to an intent to kill.

Seeing me think in silence, Higma continues her words.

"So this time, you didn't do anything about it."

Because I'm going to kill you.

I turn a blind eye to the alleged awkwardness.

The annoying and grunting voice was so small that the wheel was erased by the sound of jumping on the pebble.