Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru! - Chapter 87

Relying on the knowledge of Lefir, the Union Sovereign Nation arrived in the capital of Miazen with a line of water mings.

Until we got here, we went through two or three major cities, including the first, but Miazen was with the Sovereign Nation, and the size of the capital city was even greater compared to them. The walls surrounding the city are not so high, but the outer circumference is one turn larger than that of Filas Filia. Is it for that matter, like any other city in the Union, there's a wide separation between home and house.

It has been taken and there is no cramping.

And besides swordsmen, this city was also characteristic of having many subpeople. Just to say the capital of the sword, there was a collection of dwarves to make it, from the country's air or many beasts.

I see it better than the interwoven empire of men, such as Dwarves who drink in stores despite the midday, or beasts who are interested in the sun in a place to relax because of their cheerfulness.

As soon as we arrived in the city, Mizuminos entered the night pavilion. When I told the receptionist that I knew the Alliance Master, she immediately got confirmation and was able to smoothly enter the Alliance Master's office upstairs.

- When I walked into the room, a figure who looked like an Alliance Master sat back on a leather sofa and relaxed.

Gender is woman. When I was old, I had the youthfulness of how I said I was old, and my back was so large that I had excess from the couch. He was wearing clothes somewhere similar to the Japanese costume, and he was spa sprinkling flues.

What was characteristic, however, was that the fox's ears were growing a little on the golden hair and that one, two, three… a total of seven fox's tails were growing so that the tail blossomed from the glutes?

He was a fox beast man with a sense of existential tattoo combined with ravishing glamour.

Refill had a pleasant grin when he was known, and Fermenia looked somewhat nervous. Liliana, on the other hand, had leaked her "tail... full" and her eyes nailed to the tail of her golden hair.

When everyone is seated face-to-face with a beastly woman, she leaks a sneak laugh to say that she's already full of joy. And when I slaughtered a smile,

"- I didn't think you were alive, Refi. Heh heh... I don't know what to think. I had a favor."

Lemaia, the representative of the Miazen branch of the Xiao Dark Pavilion, was so vociferously delighted, just as she said it was unfortunate.

"We are out of time, Lord Lemaire. I am delighted to welcome you all of a sudden, and I cannot thank you enough."

When Refile thanked him for his awe-inspiring attitude, the beastly woman - Lemaire said, "Ha...?" and opened his mouth in a frigid manner, as I had seen even in strange things.

"What? What? I haven't even met him for the first time. That's a lot of other manners. I don't care if it's a place like this, do I?

"It's been a long time, so it's a good way to thank you as much as the first time you say hello, right?

"It's not cute. What do you want now, Beast Man?"

Lemaia flaunts her shoulders on Refill, who looks elusive. Well put, perhaps, worse, the majority of beasts who have been told a lot of mess don't like human courtesy. I guess that's what she said too, Kuchi. As I said, the format is simple.

"By the way, what is that?

Refill turns his gaze to the vessel of baked goods that was at Lemaire's disposal. Then Lemaire looked blatant,

"It's decided, isn't it? It's booze. Sake."

"Yes, you will now be on duty…"

"Do you mind? This is a celebration of your life."

That's what I said, lifting the cup, and lumeia smearing the contents of the groove. But, in contrast to her delighted, Refile shows a face that doesn't float anywhere.

Then did you perceive the meaning of that facial expression? Lemaia turns around and quietly lays her eyes down.

"... I knew my father (Ardify) wouldn't work"

"Yes, to let me escape, lead the soldiers with His Majesty and the Commander, and buy some time. There will probably be no life..."

"You lost a spare man..."

"I would be honored if you would say that to Lord Lemaire, as my daughter"

Refill bowing his head in awe. Both she and Lumaia, were silent for a while because they offered prayers to the dead?

After a brief and quiet time, Lemaire swept down the flue and let out the smoke.

"Phew, you're not like dragging me around forever. Then it's time for me to introduce you to my friends."

Tong, and dropping the ashes of the flue, Lemaire slowly circles his gaze. Responding to her request, Refile briefly introduces Le Maire to the Mizumins.

At the end of her introduction, each began to name it.

"My name is Suimei Yakagi and I have just introduced you."

"My name is Fermenia Stingray"

Liliana Zandaik, sir.

From Lemaia's mouth, the voice on Xing's ride leaked, "Hmm..." probably because it had a familiar name. Both Fermenia and Liliana are sounding names.

Lemaire then puts down the flue pipe he had, corrects his residence and names his name, even though he had earlier spoiled the refill by saying he was a rat.

"My name is Lemaia. It's Lemaia of the Golden Fox. I know you do, but I'm playing guild master here."

Hearing the introduction, the expression of Fermenia solidified slightly due to tension, which was visible to Shuiming. That name alone would normally be like shriveling.

On the other hand, there is no shock in Mitsumi, who does not know the valiant names of the other worlds. Fermenia ears at him like that. Lemaia said he was thin, one of the seven swords lined up in the shadows, and a swordsman called Sazanka.

(Are you strong after all)

(After the sword dance of the camellia (Kanbuko) is a particular strength among the seven swords. If it's hard to understand, you should think of it as equal or more powerful than His Highness the Princess)

(Oh yeah... scared)

Shuiming snuggled her shoulders. When such a tremendous man comes out of his pomp, he can have an unnameable pomp in his chest. In fact, Titania was a threat, and Rogue was quite a force. Stay together. It's the same or better. I guess that means a swordsman with terrible power.

Lemeia's gaze inadvertently turns toward Shuiming. But without being able to hang any words, her gaze quickly shifted to Lephire's face.

"That's a name I wouldn't ask of your brother, but, well, you know, the other two brought him somewhere famous for a long time, right? To the genius of Astel."

After a few moments, a sharp gaze directed at Liliana.

"Who is the daughter of the Lonely Sword General, one of the Empire Twelve Yukie"

"It's not Twelve Yukie right now, it's not. And even imperial soldiers."

"I heard you managed to get tailored by the culprit in the case, but did you quit after being disciplined?

"There are circumstances, but when it comes to something similar, is it something similar"

"Hmm, looks like something's going on. If you're not going to have a fight with me, why don't you?"

I also lost the wind that I cared about, but what about it? Guess that and say it forcefully, as Lephile pushes.

"It's okay. Liliana is one of us."

"Heh, yeah."

Did you feel the breeze in Refill's clear statement, or Lumeia laughing and showing her octagonal teeth. On the other hand, I was glad that you strongly affirmed with your companions, or Liliana expressed that joy with a hug all over Lephire's arm.

Lemaire's expression softens once again to the appearance of friendliness.

"I've never fought the Lonesome Hall."

"The colonel, too, said so. For once, I'd like to work with you."

"No, Refi, you're already stronger than me, aren't you?

"No, that's not true. My sword arm. Not yet."

"Hmm... are you sure you think so?

To the quietly humble Refile, Lemaire turns a mean looking grin. I guess I just saw the end of the action and see through her current power. I fear the wise eye of a skilled swordsman.

Now, there's no question that Lephire has a power comparable to the Seven Swords.

"No, why isn't Refill doing it with those seven swords? That's how strong you are, isn't it?

It's something I've been thinking about for a long time, but I was reminded of the question of Shuiming, and it was Lefir who responded.

"Once every five years in the North, there is a tournament to determine a swordsman with the title of Seven Swords. If you don't win it, you won't get the title."

"So you didn't answer? Why?"

"I have the power of the Spirit. That would make the game less fair, wouldn't it?

"I don't think it matters if that's true. Neither Refi nor Ardify were in the tournament for that reason. I'm stubborn."

Phew, Lemaire spits out smoke again. Surely, as she exhales, if she also sees the power of the Spirit as her own power, it would not be unjust. But I also don't think that would be the case if they thought it was unfair. Where I win, I mean, in the end, I have to convince myself.

Fermenia, who saw the power of Refile in the Empire, roars low.

"It's that power. If you go to the tournament, you'll probably eat up pretty well among the Seven Swords... no, I was wondering if it could even reach the top of the Seven Swords"

"I'm sure I'll win, too."

"I guess."

There's nothing to complain about in her confidence. Originally, in addition to the fact that the power of Refill was considerable from the beginning of his encounter at Astel's Night Pavilion, the power jumped to overwhelm him in the end in the fold of the battle against Rajas. Even if blanks had occurred in the period when the body had become smaller, it would only have a small enough effect to be called a range of errors.

I don't know all the swordsmen named after the Seven Swords, but if you've gathered them all now and let them fight, you're sure they'll change their rank.

When Shuiming thinks about that, Refile turns to him.

"But if Suimei also uses magic, can he follow it if it's a sword move?

"Me? No... that's tough. It's pretty impossible for a hammer swordsman like me to get into their opponent's mound and win."

"Half? Didn't you learn swordsmanship?

"I can't remember it properly from the middle of nowhere. It's almost like just the basics. Well, if I told my teacher, he would tell me..."

Normal - Siro Decaying Leaf Mirror. He is an old-fashioned swordsman who teaches swordsmanship in the dojo where Shuiming passes, and one of Japan's leading swordsmen. I have known Shuiming's father for a long time, and some of his handouts encouraged Shuiming to arch the sword in his presence since he was a child.

As for learning the sword has become more elusive in person in order to focus on witchcraft from the middle of nowhere, but since he also knows the circumstances about it, he will probably happily undertake it now if he asks me to teach him the sword of decaying leaves.

... It's just obvious that "let's do everything we can to die together" and so on.

"Hmmm... as far as I could tell I had a beating or slashing knot with Rajas, I don't even think it would ever be inferior..."

And, Refile speaks of a good rating besides thoughts. Meanwhile, I was listening to that. Lemaire let me close my eyes,

"What, bro, did you say" Swimey "? Are you that strong? I know you're a wizard..."

"Mm... well, I don't deny my physique..."

Shuiming emits words that can also be taken as consent in a sinister voice. I did not say it was musculoskeletal, so I may not rely on it for its appearance... but it is just scattered from the dining area.

Then, for some reason, Lephire laughed invincibly.

"He's strong."

"Really? As far as I can tell, he sounds like a wizard..."

"Lord Swimei is a wizard of the other world... a sorcerer, whom I have summoned besides the brave in the summons of Yingjie"

"Wow! Are you the wizard of the world with the famous brave men? I see. So you're really strong."

Lemaia exhales her impressed breath, then groans her cup.

"Oh man. That's amazing. Are people from different worlds just strong guys?

"No. Not like that, though."

"Hmm? Really? The brave men called in Yingjie's summons this time are rarely told that most of them possessed considerable strength, right?

Is there such a story? For the first time, Shuiming counts and matches the fingerfolds.

"... the Napa brave man of El Maiden was quite a thing to come off. And then."

"I don't know much about the brave men called in Tria, but the brave men called in the United (We) are swordsmen of great skill. Thanks to his standing on the battlefield, he pushed back as much as an army of demons. I haven't met him yet."

You heard that in the first city, the brave men of the Union pushed back the Demons.

"... after all, those called in Yingjie's summons are not the same"

He inadvertently leaked words like Lephile had lost his temper and made a mark on his expression. I guess I felt impudent compared to when my country was attacked.

"We're talking about a third of the demons who attacked Nausias. Otherwise, I wouldn't be smoking like this by now."

It's not about being depressed. Lemaire encourages her to do so.

In the words of the case, when Refile's expression clears up somewhat, Lemaire blows a spa and flue with a well-ventilated face. And then he rode himself out onto the table.

"Hey Swimey. After all, how strong are you?

"Well, to the extent that I can be proud of people,"

When Shuiming says so modestly, Refill and Liliana show their frightened faces.

"Well said. Still a frigid mouth."

"Totally,. That's to false statements, per. enough cases to be sued."

"Hey, what the hell, you two?"

Receiving the condemned words and gaze of Refill and Liliana, Shuiming speaks confusion. I normally meant to say humble, but didn't that sound like them? Then, until Fermenia, he sighed in a frightened sigh.

"When you were in Imperial Capital, you also defeated His Highness the Princess, didn't you?

"Hmm? Does the White Flame Lord mean His Highness the Light Slashing Princess? That's amazing."

Le Maire laughing out of her tease. Teatania's strength, too, I guess she knows.

From Fermenia, once again, a gaze full of condemnation is directed.

"... I knew if Lord Swimey went to defeat the Demon King, it would all fit round?

"No, no, no, no. I can't do anything. I told you before the numbers are tight.

"About that, if we gather soldiers, can we solve it?

"When that happens, the soldiers sent for support are ready to get caught up in my magic."

"Mm... but with Lord Swimey's skill"

To Fermenia, who presents possibilities and still devours them, Shuiming inadvertently shows the magician's face.

"Fermenia, you're thinking about using magic on the battlefield on a world basis, right? I told you about the covert entropy the other day. Wizards in this world have no problem using magic on a battlefield by battlefield basis thanks to the small amount of entropy increase, but I can't do a series of magic without darkness on those occasions. In addition, a lot of people in the battlefield will be feathers shooting silly skull magic. We're never gonna meet again, are we?

"Ah..."

"But Suimei. You wouldn't have to use big magic to fight, would you?

"At that time? They did defeat 10,000 then, but they wore it out a lot in exchange. Sometimes I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings or myself because of my anger, but because of the battle for entropy adjustment time."

Then, do you want to argue, Lemaire, as he also took in the neck of a ghost, but in doing so he floats a disgusting mockery,

"Huh. Then why don't we just simply take down the general and go around? That should make the fight a lot easier."

Sure, she's right, it's Theory who's going to take the head off. However, it can be said that the hand is ineffective only in disputes with the Demons.

"You won't be able to. You will certainly gain an advantage on that battlefield if you consider a general, but you can't say that it works very well in the long run. Because when you defeat the Demon Gentleman, you will soon find the next demon clan heavily protected by the evil gods."

"... what does that mean?

"Aside from the power of that individual, it is believed that the Demon Nation has been asked to divide the power of the Evil God. For this reason, defeating a powerful Demon Clan does not greatly diminish the power of the war, just because the objects that the Evil God divides will change. Well, if it was a hell of a wise man who defeated you, it would change..."

Compared to the average power of man and the power of the demonic race, and their number, perhaps the extent to which they remain within the bounds of error. In front of overwhelming quantities and forces, it seems ineffective.

"So, Lord Swimey, how do we get rid of the demonic threat?

"Guess, we'll simply have to reduce the number of Demons"

"How many demons are there?

"The point here is the ability of the Evil God to interfere and its capacity (capacity). First, there exists the great principle that the divinity that exists outside the world cannot interfere directly with the world. For this reason, we must work on what exists in that world and take the form of letting that other person do what he wants on his behalf. Well, there are exceptions to who summons you, but you still need an indirect process of meddling from the inside, so if God wants to make his world his own first, he has to do a roundabout task of making tons of things that are in tune with the will of the Evil God."

Shuiming hangs up his words once and states his own exposition.

"Brainwashing and dropping child's flatulence by dreams and whispers. Thereby divinity increases its own pawns. And if a large number of seekers of divine power are born, divinity is also more prone to interference, and so more subjects are able to interfere with divinity, and power can be shared among many. Then we can have more power to interfere inside the world, and with that power we can have more handkerchiefs -"

"Hmm. Repeat, that's"

To the roaring Lumaia, Mizumi nods.

"Yes, so as long as many of those things exist in the world, so does the influence of divinity diminish. So as a result, if we are to solve this, we have to do something directly with the Evil God, or we have to reduce the number of people who are in tune to lower the Evil God's ability to interfere below the threat, that is, the Demon Nation. Even so, suddenly dealing with evil gods is definitely a reckless story to begin with -"

- This story will be about shooting horses first if you want to discuss generals. That's what Mizuming said, closing the narrative.

"Well, the premise is that the roots of the demonic power are really in the brackets of what I call evil gods in my world."

"In other words, to sum up what Lord Swimey says, you have to do something about the Evil Gods to do something about the Devil Nation, and you have to do something about the Evil Gods..."

"It's a pain in the ass,"

"Totally."

To Liliana's tired sigh, Shuiming agrees with an equally tired sigh. But...

(But considering that, it just seems like we're having a battle in formation. Well, unless people are released from their dependence on God and the Spirit, the way they think will end up like that...... Ah?

With that said, I remember hearing that story in the first city of the Union. Did I say anti-goddess denomination, or indeed they, too, said they had to be released from the goddess.

If they're aware of the truth, and they're acting like...

(No way, dude...)

Hating the thought that went too far, Shuiming shakes her head and scatters her thoughts. Too much thought. In this world, where there is no knowledge of divinity, there is no soil to go to such an idea, so it cannot be possible to arrive at the answer: the strife of the gods.

Yes, when Shuiming is shaking off his thoughts, he cuts them out like Lemaire remembered.

"Something's gone a long way. What were you talking about at first?"

"I'm talking about whether you're a liar or not."

"Hey, Liliana, don't lie insignificantly."

"I'm sorry. He was a big liar, he was wrong."

"Hey......"

Shuiming drips like trouble to Liliana, who comes with a joke in her mouth and an adorable grin.

Then Lefir and Fermenia also showed a concerted attitude,

"What Lily says is certainly not a mistake."

"Right."

"Hiya."

In the end, Shuiming had no allies.

"- So, I hadn't heard yet, but why are you guys here in the Union?

"I told you earlier that I was called from another world, and I still came looking for clues to get back to the world with. According to an old book in Astel, the first subpoena of Yingjie took place in a region with this union."

"He decided to hit it. Sure, there's still a place where we did the ritual."

Do you have any idea, Lemaire replied with a strange face.

"Is that true?

"Yeah, but the place is the place. It's inside the demonic power zone right now."

"The Federation is being attacked by the Demons because I know you're asking somewhere in the Union, so I'll skip the extra story, but when they first attacked him, he took a lot of territory with him. At that time, they also took a place with the ruins that they had performed the ritual."

"Mm-hmm. Then when it does..."

"If you want to go there, you have to do something about the demons sitting there."

And Lemaire, who said with a serious look as if to threaten him, withdrew. I guess you're suggesting it's hard for her to be. Shuiming, hearing it, exhales a grand sigh.

"Ha... I knew this would happen..."

Shuiming looks up to the ceiling with her neck on the back of the couch. It turns out that a massive battle with the Demons is inevitable in the end, and I shrivel. That's what Refill tells him.

"Suimei. I'm sure you're destined to never escape the battle."

"Come on, Refi. It's a common saying. Seriously."

Returning words so fed up with Refill, Mitsumi recalls those often said words.

- You, too, Mr. Kazamitsu, maybe fate is turned by the gear of battle.

- Boy, a man's life is, like, a battlefield getaway. Every man who dwells in this world must wander about the battlefield. What kind of battlefield is different, but you seem to have more than people.

Those are the words of Nesteheim, the Allied Lord, and Wolfgang. I don't know if it's sarcasm, instruction, or guidance, but if you say that with some hell of a monster, it's a headache.

Then, Fermenia also became a regular face,

"Besides, Lord Swimey will stick his neck in the battle from himself."

"Yes."

"Ugh..."

To the words of Fermenia and Liliana's assent, Shuiming could not say anything back.

... and after the five of us have talked about not loving each other for a while, Shuiming cuts out one thing to Lemaia that he will try to ask for.

"As long as it's thick at the time, could you show me where you're staying for the time being?

"Oh, fine. That's about it. Right... I know a nice place to stay, but you guys will have nostalgia too. There is an empty room in the dormitory of the Xiao Dark Pavilion. How about there? It's free, right?

"If you can let me use it, I sure can"

Shuiming bows her head to Lemaia and shows her thanks. I was simply going to ask you to refer me to the accommodation, but I didn't expect you to have it prepared unexpectedly. As much as I appreciate it.

How long are you going to stay in Meerzen?

"I'm not going to bother you for long. I'm going to go back as soon as I'm done..."

"Oh, bad, bad. It's not about leaving. I thought you might want to stay here longer."

"Why?

"No, thank you very much. In the Union... No, not just here, but in Astel and the Autonomous Province, my feelings for the Empire are getting worse. It's so disturbing. Well, it doesn't seem like it's enough to be a fight. I thought it might be better if I stayed here than the Empire."

Is that the story? I have just heard the same thing from Gaius at the dining room in the first city. That would mean that the feelings of the current equivalent coalition against Nerferia are deteriorating. Because there will never be a war, but I suppose he cares just in case.

And Lemeia blows the flue like she says it's abominable.

"There are other godly people out there who are anti-Goddess denominations. I can't believe this guy always moves to match the demon invasion, even if he's busy..."

That would be the word as the head of the Xiao Dark Pavilion. A lot of hard work is too much to worry about.

While she is foolish, Fermenia, Refile and Liliana turn to Shuiming.

It is Shuiming who sets the guiding principles. They're waiting for his thoughts.

"So, Swimey. What are you gonna do?

"As for that, I'll just say I'm seeing how it goes. Either way, I have to go back because I've left a lot of tools behind."

"Okay. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about with your arms."

With that said, Lemaire finished the story saying that the story would be a concern that was too accommodating.

Such a fold, Fumi Shuiming saw restlessness in Liliana's gaze.

"... Liliana, what's up"

"Uh..."

Liliana, clouding her reply, also seems to be nodding somewhere. Eventually you made up your mind, with a pressing look, and turned to Lemaire.

"I have a little favor to ask of Mr. Lemaire."

"What?

Liliana, who told him she needed a favor with a very serious face, took a deep breath.

"I want you to moff my tail."

"What?"

"So, you know, I want to touch my tail..."

"Oh, oh..."

Lemaia finally speaks out against Liliana, who asks for a snack again. Still confused, it was the same with the Mizumings who were taken aback. I had no idea that every request for such a serious face was no longer like that.

Liliana walked away a long time ago under Lemaia, who gave her a distracted look.

And

"Fumiyu ~"

…………

Liliana cheeks on other tails as she sets a goal on one tail and holds it. As Lumaia says even though she was surprised by the gap when she saw a melted smile full of

"I heard that faithful performance of every mission gave me the nickname of an imperial human weapon - the out-of-the-box object was a cute mon..."

However, until Liliana was satisfied with the tail of the blockage, the Mizumings were set to engage in conversation.