Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

"... hey, what are you talking about, Dad? Don't be silly!

I was relieved by Mr. Vaudan's words. I scream as Quon slaps his fist against the table placed in front of the couch.

"We have a kidnapping spree in this city occupied by the Hereots, right? You can't keep your mouth shut about this!?

Are you proud to be a Hereot group, Quon returns strongly to Mr. Vordan's words. But Mr. Vaudan glances at Quon and turns his gaze back on me.

"... can you take a look at this?

Mr. Vaudan took the folded paper out of his nostalgia and gave it to me.

It was broken a few times. Spread that out, there...

"Ah... this is impossible"

It was written to pull a hand from this kidnapping, along with a sentence that flaunts the assassination of one of his sons, Quong.

"What,!?

"When is this?

He reached out with my words. Grab Quon's arm and ask Mr. Vaudan. For the fact that Quon could be killed, yesterday around letting him put up a demonic act or make him do whatever he wants. Perhaps today, that too...

"This morning.... it was on my pillow this morning"

"I guess."

To the words as I thought, let go of Quon's arm, fold the letter and return it to Mr Vaudan.

His parents are ridiculous, and they should want to prevent Quong from being killed at all costs.

Assassination can't be prevented altogether by what happens well in the Royal Palace, which is supposed to be a strict protection in ancient times.

It is possible to disappear or make noise disappear with magic. Increasingly, the success rate of assassinations increases.

I went out of my way to go through an event with all the impact of being put on my pillow. The fear of assassination must have increased tremendously.

"I'm sorry, but I can't move the group.... I'm so sorry."

Whether he was angry at the kidnapping taking place on his island or out of fear that one of his precious sons might be killed, he slapped his knee hard with a trembling fist.

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"Damn... don't wait...!

Bernadette, a nun belonging to the Congregation of the Divine Urchiola and one of the troops known as' proxies', was running through the city of Be Io.

Drive at the full speed you can have while sparking the crowd.

Are you running away from something?

No. The opposite is true.

"Keep it up. Then you'll get away with it!

Bernadette is in pursuit. Running away is a bad idea, chasing him with a cold sweat on his forehead.

"Ugh!?

"Oh, excuse me!

Passengers and shoulders get bumped off, but I don't mind continuing to run.

But it's hard to get out of the crowd, and even if you capture it in your sight, the distance opens up immediately.

A pair of guys the size of one child is likely to get in, no, it's exactly the hemp bag that one child is in right now, they move through the crowd in a familiar motion.

By contrast, they (...) can't move forward inside because of the crowd.

"I'm used to boulders, you just said. Yeah, it's abominable!

The Centaur girl walking with Bernadette distorts its endless face uncomfortably.

"Keep it up then... Mr. Couchet! Let's split up second-hand!

"Used...... I see, that's a pinch, huh?

"Yes!"

"Go ahead!

Couchet instantly understood what Bernadette intended.

Quick jaw, and directing forward, Bernadette leaves the nodding couchet.

"Drive, I'll leave it to you!

Quick to say, Bernadette stops to crouch and jumps up to the roof of the building with a bouncing force that is superior to the building and continues tracking from the roof.

... When I say why this happened, the story goes back a little bit.