“…… Red Horn …… T-The purgatory demon that burned down Lugino village ……!?”
Aisha muttered, her voice trembling.
She also seemed to know that the village of Lugino, southwest of Ilstadt, had been destroyed by the Red Horn six months earlier.
“Aisha-kun. Is the red horn called the purgatory demon?”
“N-No …… that’s just a name I came up with on my own.”
“…… I see.”
I guess she’s at that age. Souya turned his gaze away from the blushing Aisha, and before he knew it, Merylou stood beside Souya with a stern look.
Her face was covered with a bead of sweat.
“…… Souya. Why did you think it was the Red Horn?”
Merylou presses Souya. In order to hide the faint trembling of her voice, it was a faint voice that only Souya, who was close by, could hear.
“It would be quicker for me to ask Hans-san about that than it would be for me to speculate.”
Souya held out his hands, stopping Merylou from closing in on him, and turned to Hans, the hunter from Lingen, who was wrapped in a blanket and shivering.
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Wrapped in a blanket, he was finally recovering from his panic and regaining his composure.
“……Oh ……I was out hunting and …… I was spared by accident …… When I looked down on the city from the hill …… I saw a monster clad in flames, burning down buildings one after another ……That was …… just like.”
“…… the god of fire Efreet?”
When Merylou, her expression tense, asked Hans the name of the superior spirit of fire, he nodded silently, his teeth clattering and his eyes wide open.
Souya sensed a hint of fear mixed with Merylou’s murmur. Wood elves born from the Tree of Life Yggdrasil are not good with fire. The fact that she revealed her caution may have been due to her instincts as a species.
“Hans-san. What other demons did you see?”
“…… Colored. I’ve seen two bronze and one silver. I think there were also a lot of small demon Imps with tiny wings flying around …… I started to run towards the mountain roads of Ilstadt …… Then a bronze found me …… slipping and throwing them off along the cliffs …… and somehow, here I am ……”
Hans looked distressed, but managed to squeeze out a few words. The injuries to his face and arms must have been sustained during his escape.
And the bronze he was referring to might be the bronze demon band that had blocked the drizzly mountain road in the early evening.
I wondered if they had blocked the mountain road to Ilstadt and were waiting to ambush anyone escaping from Lingen.
(It is possible that the Bronze Demon is a scout for the Bronze Demon who are about to invade Ilstadt, although the probability is low …… In any case, this mountain lodge is not safe either.)
I wonder what the silver demon in Lingen will think and do now that we have wiped out the bronze demon group. It was extremely difficult to judge.
In any case, it might be better to get out of these mountains as soon as possible. However, it was pitch black outside, and it was pouring thunderstorms. It would be difficult for the wagons to navigate the rough roads at night.
“…… Hans-san. Do you remember if the Silver Demon had red colored horns?”
“…… red horns…… I think it did, now that you mention it …… I’m not sure …… I think the silver had a huge body and the …… bronze had a reddish-black sword.”
In response to Souya’s question, Hans seemed to be holding his head and thinking back to the scene when he witnessed it.
The reddish-black sword could be the same as the sword that contains the Fire Spirit Disintegration [final strike] that causes the big explosion. He might have given that kind of weapon to all the bronze demon he had under his command. If that’s the case, he would have to be very careful when dealing with the bronze demon too.
And Hans said that he thought the Silver Demon had red horns. He wasn’t confident enough to say for sure, but Souya was sure he wasn’t mistaken, as he had predicted.
(If I’m wrong, and I’m assuming the worst, there will be another silver demon in addition to the red-horned red horn …… I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about that.)
The only person strong enough to defeat two silver demons at the same time would be the white saint. Souya couldn’t help but feel a sense of anxiety at the loss of an old friend he could rely on.
“…… Peryton-san …… Are you sure you want to cancel the escort to Lingen?”
Merylou asked Peryton, whose expression remained stunned.
What she did was only a formal confirmation of the request, and it was unlikely that Peryton’s wagon would ever make it to Lingen. There’s probably no such thing as a wine bottle in Lingen anymore.
“…… Hahaha……. Yeah …… What can I say? I’m sad. But I can’t put my words together …… Yes, let’s cancel the trip to Lingen and head back to Ilstadt tomorrow …… Hans-san ……I’m sorry …… please forgive us.”
Peryton held his head, face down, and finally muttered in a fading voice.
He can’t imagine what was going through his head right now. However, he was acquainted with Hans, the hunter of Lingen, and from what he had said so far, I could only imagine that he had interacted with the residents of Lingen. The failure of the purchase of the wine and the severing of the sales channel. I’m sure he is even more shocked and devastated than I am.
“…… Souya. We are in a state of emergency. I’m going back to Ilstadt to report it. You’re coming with me.”
“Yes. The escort request is not yet finished …… Why are you asking me this, Merylou-kun?”
“I’m reminding you, because you might say you’re going to go rescue them even if you’re alone …… I’m not going to allow you to do that.”
After saying this, Merylou leaned against the wall of the lodge and slammed her fist on the floor in frustration. Then her eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
(…… You overestimate me, Merylou-kun. I have no such power, much less a sense of justice.)
The golden hero and the white saint could have handled this difficult situation with an overflowing sense of justice and rushed to Lingen, even in the dangerous downpour. But Souya did not possess such boldness. And he is only capable of getting a narrow victory in a one-on-one battle with the Silver Demon in the old fort. The simple combat power would also be lacking.
Souya became uncomfortable and turned his gaze away from Merylou, and looked around the room and saw Aisha shivering in the corner of the room with a blanket on her head. Tat had a troubled expression on his face, and seemed to be trying to say something. Maybe he has an opinion about something.
The client, Peryton, was still nodding his head from the earlier announcement of the cancellation, and his coachman, Rams, was looking at him worriedly. Hans, the hunter of Lingen, lay wrapped in a blanket. The horrible scene in Lingen and the escape from the Bronze Demon. He must have reached the peak of his fatigue.
“…… Souya-san.”
Mia called Souya’s name.
She was sitting on the floor with her Cleric Staff by her side, but she was still holding Shamil, the Cait Sith. Shamil did not want to leave Mia, as if he was comfortable.
“Mia-kun. You heard them …… It’s a difficult decision, but let’s do what we have to do.”
Souya shrugged his shoulders with an unhappy expression on his face. Merylou made him stay, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned about the city of Lingen. If I hurried to the city now, maybe some lives could be saved.
However, there is an order to things, and the first priority is to complete the request to escort the wagons that he and his current companions have accepted. That’s what Souya strongly told himself.
“…… Souya. You seem to be concerned about Lingen’s condition.”
Shamil, who had been silent while being held by Mia, asked Souya.
As if they noticed his voice, everyone in the lodge except Hans looked at the black cat Mia was holding.
“…… Mia. …… That black cat just …… spoke …… No way …… is that a cat fairy, a Cait Sith!?”
Aisha, who had been gazing through a gap in the blanket she wore, let out a shout of surprise. As a priestess of the god of knowledge Luster, her knowledge was the only thing she had going for her.
“Oh. You know a lot, young lady with glasses. And I am the true identity of the ghost at the stable.”
Tat and Rams were taken aback. They could not have imagined that this black cat had been lurking in the stable, controlling the fog ghost.
Shamil continued on with no ill will.
“…… It seems to be a difficult situation. It’s not an apology for scaring you, but I can lend you a hand. I’ve had some connection with Lingen as well …… And I hate demons.”
Shamil yawned a big yawn and said that as if it was nothing.
“…… Red Horn …… T-The purgatory demon that burned down Lugino village ……!?”
Aisha muttered, her voice trembling.
She also seemed to know that the village of Lugino, southwest of Ilstadt, had been destroyed by the Red Horn six months earlier.
“Aisha-kun. Is the red horn called the purgatory demon?”
“N-No …… that’s just a name I came up with on my own.”
“…… I see.”
I guess she’s at that age. Souya turned his gaze away from the blushing Aisha, and before he knew it, Merylou stood beside Souya with a stern look.
Her face was covered with a bead of sweat.
“…… Souya. Why did you think it was the Red Horn?”
Merylou presses Souya. In order to hide the faint trembling of her voice, it was a faint voice that only Souya, who was close by, could hear.
“It would be quicker for me to ask Hans-san about that than it would be for me to speculate.”
Souya held out his hands, stopping Merylou from closing in on him, and turned to Hans, the hunter from Lingen, who was wrapped in a blanket and shivering.
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Wrapped in a blanket, he was finally recovering from his panic and regaining his composure.
“……Oh ……I was out hunting and …… I was spared by accident …… When I looked down on the city from the hill …… I saw a monster clad in flames, burning down buildings one after another ……That was …… just like.”
“…… the god of fire Efreet?”
When Merylou, her expression tense, asked Hans the name of the superior spirit of fire, he nodded silently, his teeth clattering and his eyes wide open.
Souya sensed a hint of fear mixed with Merylou’s murmur. Wood elves born from the Tree of Life Yggdrasil are not good with fire. The fact that she revealed her caution may have been due to her instincts as a species.
“Hans-san. What other demons did you see?”
“…… Colored. I’ve seen two bronze and one silver. I think there were also a lot of small demon Imps with tiny wings flying around …… I started to run towards the mountain roads of Ilstadt …… Then a bronze found me …… slipping and throwing them off along the cliffs …… and somehow, here I am ……”
Hans looked distressed, but managed to squeeze out a few words. The injuries to his face and arms must have been sustained during his escape.
And the bronze he was referring to might be the bronze demon band that had blocked the drizzly mountain road in the early evening.
I wondered if they had blocked the mountain road to Ilstadt and were waiting to ambush anyone escaping from Lingen.
(It is possible that the Bronze Demon is a scout for the Bronze Demon who are about to invade Ilstadt, although the probability is low …… In any case, this mountain lodge is not safe either.)
I wonder what the silver demon in Lingen will think and do now that we have wiped out the bronze demon group. It was extremely difficult to judge.
In any case, it might be better to get out of these mountains as soon as possible. However, it was pitch black outside, and it was pouring thunderstorms. It would be difficult for the wagons to navigate the rough roads at night.
“…… Hans-san. Do you remember if the Silver Demon had red colored horns?”
“…… red horns…… I think it did, now that you mention it …… I’m not sure …… I think the silver had a huge body and the …… bronze had a reddish-black sword.”
In response to Souya’s question, Hans seemed to be holding his head and thinking back to the scene when he witnessed it.
The reddish-black sword could be the same as the sword that contains the Fire Spirit Disintegration [final strike] that causes the big explosion. He might have given that kind of weapon to all the bronze demon he had under his command. If that’s the case, he would have to be very careful when dealing with the bronze demon too.
And Hans said that he thought the Silver Demon had red horns. He wasn’t confident enough to say for sure, but Souya was sure he wasn’t mistaken, as he had predicted.
(If I’m wrong, and I’m assuming the worst, there will be another silver demon in addition to the red-horned red horn …… I’m afraid there’s nothing we can do about that.)
The only person strong enough to defeat two silver demons at the same time would be the white saint. Souya couldn’t help but feel a sense of anxiety at the loss of an old friend he could rely on.
“…… Peryton-san …… Are you sure you want to cancel the escort to Lingen?”
Merylou asked Peryton, whose expression remained stunned.
What she did was only a formal confirmation of the request, and it was unlikely that Peryton’s wagon would ever make it to Lingen. There’s probably no such thing as a wine bottle in Lingen anymore.
“…… Hahaha……. Yeah …… What can I say? I’m sad. But I can’t put my words together …… Yes, let’s cancel the trip to Lingen and head back to Ilstadt tomorrow …… Hans-san ……I’m sorry …… please forgive us.”
Peryton held his head, face down, and finally muttered in a fading voice.
He can’t imagine what was going through his head right now. However, he was acquainted with Hans, the hunter of Lingen, and from what he had said so far, I could only imagine that he had interacted with the residents of Lingen. The failure of the purchase of the wine and the severing of the sales channel. I’m sure he is even more shocked and devastated than I am.
“…… Souya. We are in a state of emergency. I’m going back to Ilstadt to report it. You’re coming with me.”
“Yes. The escort request is not yet finished …… Why are you asking me this, Merylou-kun?”
“I’m reminding you, because you might say you’re going to go rescue them even if you’re alone …… I’m not going to allow you to do that.”
After saying this, Merylou leaned against the wall of the lodge and slammed her fist on the floor in frustration. Then her eyes seemed to be filled with tears.
(…… You overestimate me, Merylou-kun. I have no such power, much less a sense of justice.)
The golden hero and the white saint could have handled this difficult situation with an overflowing sense of justice and rushed to Lingen, even in the dangerous downpour. But Souya did not possess such boldness. And he is only capable of getting a narrow victory in a one-on-one battle with the Silver Demon in the old fort. The simple combat power would also be lacking.
Souya became uncomfortable and turned his gaze away from Merylou, and looked around the room and saw Aisha shivering in the corner of the room with a blanket on her head. Tat had a troubled expression on his face, and seemed to be trying to say something. Maybe he has an opinion about something.
The client, Peryton, was still nodding his head from the earlier announcement of the cancellation, and his coachman, Rams, was looking at him worriedly. Hans, the hunter of Lingen, lay wrapped in a blanket. The horrible scene in Lingen and the escape from the Bronze Demon. He must have reached the peak of his fatigue.
“…… Souya-san.”
Mia called Souya’s name.
She was sitting on the floor with her Cleric Staff by her side, but she was still holding Shamil, the Cait Sith. Shamil did not want to leave Mia, as if he was comfortable.
“Mia-kun. You heard them …… It’s a difficult decision, but let’s do what we have to do.”
Souya shrugged his shoulders with an unhappy expression on his face. Merylou made him stay, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned about the city of Lingen. If I hurried to the city now, maybe some lives could be saved.
However, there is an order to things, and the first priority is to complete the request to escort the wagons that he and his current companions have accepted. That’s what Souya strongly told himself.
“…… Souya. You seem to be concerned about Lingen’s condition.”
Shamil, who had been silent while being held by Mia, asked Souya.
As if they noticed his voice, everyone in the lodge except Hans looked at the black cat Mia was holding.
“…… Mia. …… That black cat just …… spoke …… No way …… is that a cat fairy, a Cait Sith!?”
Aisha, who had been gazing through a gap in the blanket she wore, let out a shout of surprise. As a priestess of the god of knowledge Luster, her knowledge was the only thing she had going for her.
“Oh. You know a lot, young lady with glasses. And I am the true identity of the ghost at the stable.”
Tat and Rams were taken aback. They could not have imagined that this black cat had been lurking in the stable, controlling the fog ghost.
Shamil continued on with no ill will.
“…… It seems to be a difficult situation. It’s not an apology for scaring you, but I can lend you a hand. I’ve had some connection with Lingen as well …… And I hate demons.”
Shamil yawned a big yawn and said that as if it was nothing.
