Darkness covering the sight.

A pitch-black that doesn't even reach the lights of a lively festival.

That's obvious sorcery.

Sven realized that the magic used by Ronime was a dark attribute.

(Damn...... Huh! That's bad......!

Hostile mysterious man.

That skill is just awesome.

How desperate is the disadvantage of dealing with such a person and being blocked from sight?

Sven, the adventurer of the war, knew.

(You can't win, this is)

Immediately, he decided to withdraw.

The most important thing for adventurers is to 'survive'.

Unknown realm, the demon of new discoveries.

communicating those beings, alive and to 'others'.

Such prudence leads to cutting and expanding untouched lands.

And that doesn't change even if you're a strong human opponent.

There's no point in throwing your life away and challenging Ronnime.

There are even stronger adventurers in this city than Sven, who say Shark and Lucas.

Strong enemies can rely on them and take them with them. That's what keeps the city safe.

(If your vision is blocked, that would be convenient......!

Sven leaps backwards in the dark.

That, moment.

"... Ugh!

On Sven's back, countless linear sensations ran.

That's similar to being tangled up in spider yarn.

(Magic......! This is witchcraft!

Dark magic and black rope for captivity.

Ronnime had already stretched it behind him.

Predict that Sven will escape.

"Sounds like you caught me, huh? Get ready for what I did?

From the front of the invisible, I heard a sneer and a laugh.

"Mercenaries include mercenaries. The knight has a knight's. And adventurers have saga and behavioral principles of adventurers. If you adventurers face difficulties, think about surviving first. In a way, that's right. But in interpersonal fights like this, you can also say when you're read about behavior. Daikon, I thought you might want to rely on other adventurers. I won't let that happen. I won't let you get away with it. You die here as my food."

Ronime put up his sword.

Even if his vision is covered in black, we know where he captured Sven.

Without the madness of the dimensions, I stepped on that I would be able to amputate his neck with one twig.

"There are as many other people as you want to kill. I don't have time to leave you alone. So you can just die."

The man shook up his sword and ran out...

And I glanced at him big.

A mass of fire passes through where Ronime's head was until earlier.

"Flaming magic? You were magical, too. But it's empty. Did you say that? Adventurers have saga of adventurers. You burn your obsession with survival. Often the use of hidden weapons or the use of your wife's hands on the earth is interwoven."

Without further ado, the timing of Sven's magic activation was perfectly aligned with the attack as a counter.

A lined user would not have been able to strike a single shot right now, and would have fallen and fallen down after eating a counterattack.

Ronime and the man were so good by then.

"Then die again."

The sword waved and conveyed the feeling of cutting meat.

Large amounts of blood pour down on uncontaminated pavements in the dark.

"... cum. The adventurer is certainly alive and dirty."

The darkness fell and the figure of Sven lying on the ground was revealed.

He was alive.

He was certainly alive, even though he was unable to move on his own at the earliest opportunity.

"At the moment of eating the slaughter, did you turn away slightly?... So, what's the point in that? I just spared you the instant death, and your death is unshakable. The same goes for not being able to chase from me, but even if I don't get my hands on it, I won't be able to hold it for a few minutes. It just prolongs suffering, doesn't it?

"... Huh! ....

I guess Sven tried to say something back.

But even that degree of operation was not in a state that I could already do.

Being conscious is itself close to a miracle.

Ronime reiterated that the adventurer in front of him was indeed a strong man.

"As I said earlier, you were strong. And I was just too strong for that. It's good to be proud of you in the afterlife, isn't it?

The man waves up his sword.

Sven's time buying was certainly an act of no significance.

- Even one sibling, if he's not there.

"Nooo!?"

Ronime leaps backwards.

A white figure had landed right next to the bug-breathing adventurer.

"What, are you...!?"

Ronnime, who takes the stand unannounced, frowns at the appearance of the intruder.

It's a white body.

Graffiti-like face.

Too tiny a body.

Approximately, shaping unlikely to be human.

Otherwise, a child's lousy disguise or disguise.

"... me, meje, d..."

The dying adventurer muttered just that.

Ronnie's face distorts into joy.

"Ku...... ku...... Huh! Cyril's patron saint that you did the gash! Your presence was half-hearted, but if it came out this way, was' being 'itself true!

Is that a god, a spirit, or a fairy?

As Ronime himself said, if we were to transcend humans, we would be proud of our tremendous strength.

As food, nothing more.

"... yeah? You think it's a pair?

Ronime noticed that Mejed God had an even smaller Mejed.

The tiny Mejed God is holding hard to the big Mejed God.

I don't even turn my gaze to Sven, who fell and fell, or to Ronnime, who confronts me.

As if there is no interest in it itself.

(What is it, a spirit toddler? A young body of the Spirit is said to be the same as a human baby, with little head or spirit developed, but I guess so...)

For example, if you can have a conversation, only the larger mejed.

He talks to the white intruder, keeping his combat posture.

"What are you doing here, and do you have the intelligence to answer?

........

Mejed doesn't answer.

He crouched on the spot and seemed to be looking at Sven's contents.

"It's no use. He's already dead. You're out of breath."

........

Again, there is no response.

As if the man's words were not reaching his ears.

Mejed touched Sven.

Clean light spills, soothing the expression of an adventurer who was full of bitterness.

"What...!? What did you do!? No way, healing witchcraft!? No, it should only exist in the fabrication of eyebrow spit, such as witchcraft that can save a human being in this condition...!

In Mejed's hands, a tiny medicine bin appears.

The white God applies it to Sven.

It's an impossible miracle.

Peace was returning to the face of a man who was supposed to be eroded by the Dead Minister.

The lives that were supposed to be lost were certainly saved.

"This, this, this..."

Apparently, it was an incredible event, even for the man who was helped.

God, groaned, Sven unconscious.

Mejed apparently noticed that Sven was carrying in preparation for festival problems, medical tools for emergency use.

When I take the white cloth out of it, I wrap it around my body with familiar hands.

It was as accurate as if I had knowledge and experience of medicine.

"Ku... Huh! Ha... Huh!

Ronime laughs.

He saw Mejed's magic as a healing miracle on a non-existent level.

If you are capable of doing that, you must be very strong.

Regardless, the reality is different.

The magic exercised by Mejed is the magic of purification for disinfection.

I actually saved Sven, first and foremost, because Ronnime's arm was so good, the incision was clean and easy to connect with when I rejected it.

And secondly, the use of legendary potions, which cannot be obtained by piling up thousands of gold.

It was these two.

Either way, Sven's life must not have been helped.

Ironically, Ronime himself was helping Sven prolong his life.

But you can't even tell that.

He saw the presence of Mejed as a superb prey.

Already not covered by interest, such as Sven.

"You must be strong, you!? Huh!? Eat it! Your strength! Take me to the next level!

He kicks the ground.

Even faster than when you were dealing with the adventurer you just defeated.

That was a super fast slaughter.

But.

"Hey what...!?"

His attack was held back by a transparent wall.

It's a demon wall he's never seen before.

Soft water, with a strange feel.

That's Zubzub and swallowing his sword.

"- Huh!?"

Zokri, and Ronime felt the chill.

Instantly let go of the sword and jump backwards.

At the same time, 'soft water' was covered on the spot.

If evasive action had been delayed by even half a second, he would have been swallowed up by the array.

"Slime...... then you don't seem to. What the hell is that? Is that your witchcraft? Or are you a family member?!?"

........

Mejed doesn't answer.

Graffiti-like eyes just stare at Ronnime inorganically.

He has no experience in engaging spirits or fairies.

And when he was in the realm of men, he heard nothing but rumors.

"Hihi, hihi... Huh!

A grin spilled over fears and joy.

I don't know what I'm capable of in front of you, but there's only one thing I can tell.

That the Mejed is a superior monster.

Perhaps if you use everything you can, you're the one who can't reap life.

(If I were an adventurer, I'd run off with my ass all fucked up......!

He thought he was here to fight.

The humiliation of running away, I know, is enough.

"Hey, Master Mejed. You're better than that bucket of shit?

No one answers Ronnime's question like a solitary.