The God has moved to another world.

Carin's weapon is a type of crossbow called an automatic mechanical bow.

Made of guild, it is a dish infused with the "crystalline magic" technique of guild.

First of all, you don't have to pull the string by hand.

The power engine planted in the crossbow activates and pulls the strings by simply spreading magic on the part of the body, the crystal attached to the hand.

It is also designed to give effects such as rotating an ejected arrow, the hit rate of which is several steps higher than that of a magic-free crossbow.

Some features include enhanced magic on arrows and improved penetration at the moment you fire them out, and you can change settings when you fire them out.

The only time that magic increased was when strings were pulled and when triggers were pulled, and it was also difficult to catch on to magic sensing, which was one of the major features.

Its silence, its quiet magic, is highly appreciated by adventurers and hunters, who especially prefer sniping from a state of secrecy.

Among other things, Carin has been used by war mercenaries and others since its release more than thirty years ago.

You can shoot in the water, all over the sand and mud, without any problems, and you won't be frightened by the shock to the extent that you hit a person.

Arrows of somewhat different sizes can be shot, as can arrows bracketed with explosives and the like.

Diversion of other crossbow parts also works and can be repaired locally even if it breaks slightly due to not using special parts.

There was no pointy destructive power or special function, but because of its overwhelming stability and reliability, it received tremendous support among the fieldist.

The name is "Crystalline Magic Automatic Machine Bow MC-21".

MC stands for "21st Magic Crossbow Developed and Sold by Alliance" in short for Magic Crossbow.

Currently the MC series was released and commercially available up to 56, often favouring the newest MC-56 for young adventurers.

But Carin used MC-21 a lot.

For him the minimum condition for the weapon was to continue to perform steadily at all times.

I'm sorry to use such an uncertain thing as a sword that might have a one-tenth chance of turning a dragon into a straight two, or a magic wand that changes power in a psychological state.

Then a single iron knife is much more reliable as a weapon.

That's right.

Carin was such a young man with a serious ultrastable orientation.

Sales were decided after tens of millions of tests and weapons have been used by professionals fighting on the front line for decades.

There is nothing more secure in hand than a reliable weapon.

All the more so if that's a real battlefield.

So Carin has been using it ever since she bought MC-21 with gold for it.

I buy and use the same thing again, even if it breaks in heavy combat.

Solid and stable performance.

Carin loves those things very much.

That notion had a huge impact on Carin's first job.

Beginning with the selection of warcraft and demons that are prey, grasp of their scope of action, their queer at meals, and their response when they meet their enemies.

Carin didn't hunt until she checked all those things out.

The thorough pursuit of safety and certainty is enough to make the Alliance say, "Rookie, apprentice that one".

Don't push it, don't risk it.

That, however, will always continue to yield results.

Carin's nature as an adventurer was reflected in his scores as well.

"Yet... why should I shoot him like that..."

Whimpering with a sly face, Carin was in the selection of arrows to set in the crossbow she had in her hand.

He was in the woods now.

To be more precise, I was in the woods, on a tree.

Underneath his eyes is a warcraft, a "fig", looking like a giant bear.

The Warcraft, which covered this whole body with something like metal armor, was famous for its toughness and aggressiveness.

It is the meat that maintains its giant over 3 m in length, the meat of which is obtained by hunting itself.

You chase your prey with handsome feet that you can't imagine from its body, and you use your tough forelegs and jaw to carry it to death with a launched attack.

Basically, the body surface is covered in black hair, but there is a single white line running on the back.

It was named a "fig" because it resembles a word that represents one of the numbers in the letter "Noma Shinji", which is an island country.

From the fact that adventure beginners are often attacked by this, he is such a troublesome opponent that the slogan "Run as soon as you see a single letter" sticks out on his guild.

Yes, figs are warcraft in fur.

Why does that make the fig that Carin is looking down at look like a nibble color that seems metallic to the bee's appearance as well?

That was because this fig is parasitized by a kind of parasitic organism.

Parasites, that said, there is no such thing as being taken over by consciousness or being exploited unilaterally.

Ningro can say that they are helping each other and are symbiotic.

Parasitic to this fig was what was called "Kousekislime".

The nature of it is very special and very odd.

First of all, this Koussekis lime never hunts on its own.

They attach to the bodies of other animals and have their prey divided to live.

Instead, Kousekislime provides the host with a "defense" similar to its name "ore".

Kousekislime's body is as if it were conscious mercury.

They move around freely.

But once hardened, its body is strong and hard like steel armor and swords.

Moreover, when a strong impact occurs, it is deliberately liquefied and even absorbs the impact.

It is also resistant to heat and cold air and hardly passes them through the host by using special magic.

For this reason, it is also very strong against magic attacks, explosives on arrows, swords and spears.

It is durable for roughly every attack.

Such a kousekislime is just symbiotic with a tough, power-proud fig.

This can already be called some kind of nightmare.

It certainly doesn't extend to Cortesecca, but if it's regular Carin, it's the kind of opponent who just sees it and runs away.

That's why we're still so close.

Even so, why are you choosing arrows to attack?

If you see what you normally know about Carin, you'll suspect she's under mental attack by phantoms.

Or maybe you think you're dreaming too.

But Carin, who sighs with her lover, MC-21, was a real person, neither an illusion nor a dream.

Why is he doing something like this in such a place?

That was long ago enough.

Having successfully completed Mizuhiko's shopping mission, Carin was somehow liked by Mizuhiko.

Carin has a wide face and is good to take care of.

For this reason, if he were here, Einfarble would be able to live without any difficulty at all.

The wild intuition made Mizuhiko realize that as soon as possible, she decided to stick to Carin and act while she was in Einfarble.

To be precise, I decided to act "drag Carin".

Mizuhiko first contacted Eltovael in Ambahon and asked him to find out about Carin.

"Oh, Mizuhiko's going to live parasitically on Carin," the sensible Eltovael felt, "and just gave Mizuhiko his usual actions, schedules, and so on.

Because Mizuhiko lived a lot because it was a wish or a fulfillment for Eltovael.

Poor thing is Carin.

Carin, who tried to go out to work as usual, was caught by Mizuhiko and decided to work with her.

It's not a sweet little "suggested to work with" or anything like that.

"What are you doing? Let's go."

It was just a super one-sided and selfish declaration of partner.

However, Carin, who was originally well looked after and pushed to Yorosik by the Alliance, could not strongly refuse.

Besides, there was an intention that "this man is so strong that he might not have to die if we were together".

After a lot of thought, it was Carin who put out O.K., but soon afterwards she'll regret it.

Mizuhiko ran out like the wind when she held Carin aside.

Soon after, when the warcraft wandered into the woods, Mizuhiko laid eyes on one warcraft.

It is a fig, wrapped in the case of Koussekislime.

Carin's thoughts about suggesting he flee quickly were also fuzzy, and Mizuhiko said he wanted to defeat him quickly.

For a moment, Carin's head turned white.

Carin always decided to run away when she saw a fig.

That's not wrapped up in kowsekis lime, even regular figs.

Figs are tough when they do, and they have to shoot arrows into a pretty pinpoint.

And the fur is sturdy, and in some cases it may even catch an arrow.

For Carin, who confines his method of attack to a long-range attack, a crossbow, it's incompatible.

It was Carin who said in a hurry, "Let's get out of here right away," but the suggestion was never heard.

Or you didn't even ask me.

When Mizuhiko told him, on the other hand, "Just a little, let that beak hit you," he disappeared into the woods.

It was such a quick move that Carin couldn't stop Mizuhiko.

I can see at the critical point that I'm about to shout it out by accident.

Because I thought if I did that, figs might find me.

Carin figured out what to do as she grated the score she had bracketed on her back.

For a moment I thought I'd leave like this, but that would be a fool.

Because Mizuhiko held me, I don't even know which part of the forest this is.

Besides, I don't know what I'll do to that Mizuhiko when I get home on my own.

The opponent is good enough to slap Red Wyburn off.

I don't want to turn it around on the enemy.

A lot of thought swirled through Carin's head for a few seconds, but in the end he decided to follow what Mizuhiko had to say.

There's a guy in the world who's unreasonable.

Perhaps if you were Mizuhiko, you could beat that fig, too.

As long as you let the figs stand as you say, they'll probably kick in an instant.

If Carin doesn't make a mistake, there's no problem.

The world is insensitive.

Strong guys are strong enough to be flattered.

That's the level Carin, a common adventurer, can't imagine.

It is clear from what Alliance Chief “Wise Eye” Boger admits that Mizuhiko is one of those things, as well as from the prey he has hunted.

All Carin can do would be to try not to get hurt precisely.

"Already... why do I have to do such a temporary job... walking in the woods properly and being attacked by the warcraft I find... it's not the work of these adventurers. Check back more closely and find out what's going on with them. Use traps and stuff properly to make sure..."

Bumping and complaining, Carin searched for a beast path that figs would pass in a few minutes, twisting up on a nearby tree.

The time it took Carin to finish breakfast, step outside the house, and then set up a crossbow on a tree is just enough.

Normally, I would stand up flattered and confused if I didn't know why.

Around well adapted, Carin may be surprisingly adaptable.

Many warcraft are not very alert to human smells, etc.

Because it would be beneficial to be alert to other warcraft as long as we are alert to humans.

But some of them are driven around by adventurers and others who hate humans.

Such a warcraft escapes just because it smells human, or strikes me without question.

As for Carin, who wants to attack her opponent without distraction, it's a very annoying story.

Humans, 90% of them are not enemies of the Warcraft, so I wonder if you will ignore them.

Most of all, people with weapons can be a threat, so I don't suppose that's why we're going.

Waiting for the figs to stick up on the back of the tree before Carin pulled a crossbow string.

Concentrate and infuse only the minimum amount of magic necessary to move the ability to pull strings.

Too little will not even make you freak out, too much will spread magic around you, and you will stand out.

Carin was extremely reluctant to stand out on the raven, both during hunting and in her personal life.

In the woods, they always wear highly silent shoes and forest camouflage clothing that can activate magic with heat blocking and deodorant effects, no matter how hot they may be.

I don't even like getting breath, sometimes it's the end of even using breathing cylinders.

By making deliberately loud noises, it can be said that they are heterogeneous among young adventurers who have many attempts to attract warcraft or chase away weak beasts.

But that attention was also the secret that he hadn't sustained one of the hunting slanders so far.

Arrows loaded on the crossbow chose the type with sharper normal tips.

The thin iron plate has the ability to penetrate, but you won't be able to scratch one on the body of a fig covered with kouseki slime.

But in this case, that's the purpose, so there's no problem at all.

If you take a quick shot position, take a big, deep breath and stop breathing.

The target is the fig's back.

Wide and easy to aim for, but hard and sturdy, not usually the kind of place to aim for.

Still, when Carin carefully set her aim, she pulled the trigger.

"Gently pull the baby's hand"

It's a saying that is said among adventurers who mean pull gently, without force when pulling the trigger.

Carin's arrow, which faithfully guarded it, hit Fig's back so that he could be sucked in.

But the flying-sensitive koussekis lime hardens and plays its arrows easily.

Carin doesn't pay any attention to that, and soon sets the next arrow.

Now sushi is life.

Put magic into the mess, set the arrows that were ready, and pull the trigger.

You just have to be around, so you don't have to aim carefully.

Peek into the aimer. Aim, fire.

Not aiming wrong, the arrow slapped Fig on the back again.

Again, the arrows never pass, they bounce back lightly.

Here, the fig's leg stopped perfectly.

Seeing how it goes, Carin quickly hides herself behind a tree.

Figs turned to his back annoyingly, he began to turn his face around as he looked around.

Kousekislime is not connected to figs and nerves.

Sense enemies and threats on your own, and deal with them on your own.

So even if it was an undetectable attack at a blind spot for figs, it has nothing to do with Kousekislime, where everything on the body surface is a sensory organ.

Whether it's something as fast as an arrow, or as small as a pebble, if you judge it to be a threat, you'll quickly defend it.

But there's also harm in that.

Any damage that is too small from a blind spot like the arrow that Carin has just unleashed will go unnoticed.

There are good occasions, and there are bad occasions.

So in many cases, Koussekislime has the habit of letting the innkeeper know that there may be hostiles in the main of the inn if they take such small damage in a row.

It's a shock to that extent, like a human slapping on the shoulder, but it'll be enough to make you aware.

Most of all, it's really an act to the point of tapping on the shoulder, and I can't convey the kind of detailed "what kind of attack I got from where" information.

So figs informed that they may have been attacked need to look for the person they may have attacked.

Well, that's just in case.

Often the opponent is a small object that makes an attack that the figs don't even care enough about, or if the kowsekis lime overreacts to falling nuts, etc.

Carin sticks her hand in her trouser pocket, wary of figs looking around her for a moment.

What I took out was a solid portable meal.

Throw away the wrapper as far away as possible.

A small noise called Kasari went up, and the figs quickly turned to you.

Turn your neck around like you're curious, you'll be to take a good look at its position, slowly lift your front leg and stand up with only your rear leg.

That, it was a moment.

Don, sounds like a light explosion echoed around, something flew towards the fig.

Something about it never hits a fig, and passes nearby.

The fig was surprised by it or turned his neck around in the direction that something of it flew away.

And the fig's neck went round and round to his back as it was, Gotri, and fell.

The figure's body, which is missing from the neck, slowly leans forward and ends up lying on the ground with dosari.

Then, as I recall, blood began to blow out of the cutting surface.

Carin, who could only peek into her face a little bit from the shade of the tree and see the end of it all, could only have a pulling laugh.

You don't have to be afraid of anything more than you know what you did.

"The world is irrational..."

Crushing so to sigh, Carin began to prepare to descend from the tree.

When Carin came to where the figs were falling, Mizuhiko was already here.

He sits next to a fig without a neck, and he's got his hands together.

"Mr. Mizuhiko. You did it."

"Oh, Shanka"

He nodded and showed to Mizuhiko, who looked back, and Carin also got one knee beside him.

Close your eyes and put your fingers close to your forehead, and you draw a small circle.

It's a way to show gratitude to the Sun God Ambalance.

It also makes sense to pray that the soul of prey can rise safely to heaven.

This was the most common thank-you an adventurer would do when he defeated a warcraft or demon.

"Hey, can't you handle this ginger noodle?"

What Mizuhiko is saying is about the kousekis lime sticking to the fig's body.

Apparently, Mizuhiko also perceives this to be a different organism than a fig, and he sees it in a hippopotamus.

But the target is a gel-shaped slime.

Knock or pull or grab, it literally slips through between my fingers and back into the fig's body.

It's not creepy enough to carry it like this, and most importantly, it won't even dismantle quickly with the kowsekis lime sticking up.

"Oh. Er, right. He doesn't like smoke, and his host is already dead. Normally, it wouldn't work, but I think you can pull it off with beast-avoiding smoke. I just brought it, so let's smoke it with a bonfire."

"Oh, okay"

Mizuhiko nodded honestly and coddly.

Just because the place was a forest, Maki gathered quickly.

To Mizuhiko, who tries to scrape the trees together and set them on fire, Carin laughs bitterly and lets her take a small metal box out of her nose.

"Now you can light it. It's an Alliance igniter."

Used for cigarettes, etc. It was like a lighter where you say on Earth.

The difference would be that fuel is magic, so it doesn't need to be replenished.

Mizuhiko nodded as she was heartily impressed when she saw where she lit the blink with the igniter.

"Wow. It's like mahogany."

"It's magic for once..."

Laughing bitterly, Carin puts her hands in several trouser pockets and takes out a single stick-like object.

There's a hole in the center. It's like "firecracker" for the purpose I saw it. "

Mizuhiko wrinkles between her eyebrows and stares at it in Carin's hands.

"Uh. This is a blower. He's the type of guy who sells in guild stores. Surprisingly, it's a lot of use, isn't it?"

If you've ever had a fire turn on a burning fire or a barbecue, you'll see, but blowing a wind is a task that's surprisingly laborious.

I burned to take a break in the woods, and I'm tired the other way around, then I can't talk.

These Benri goods are in high demand and tighten up quite a few weights as a source of income for the Alliance.

Throw a grasp of the small pill in the bag over the gathered stirrups.

When you light this, it emits a smell that makes you want to flaunt your face for creatures like Warcraft, although there is nothing for creatures like humans whose noses are not sensitive.

For humans, it only feels like tea leaf-based smells like tea and green tea, but if you try to make animals sensitive to warcraft, demons and noses, they say it smells like socks that have lasted a week.

It's supposed to be tough for Mizuhiko, too, but I suspected it was going to smell bad, and it was lowering my sensing ability.

Surprisingly, adjustments seem to work in places like that.

When the eyelids caught fire, the white smoke began to rise with considerable momentum.

Apparently, the smoke itself is something that warcraft and demons hate, and the kowsekis lime touched by the smoke was deliberately wavering.

Quite creepy visually.

As Carin laid the leisure seat pulled out of her trouser pocket on the ground, she lowered her hips with the blower pointing toward the bonfire.

Because I decided it would be a long stretch.

Mizuhiko also sits beside him.

At the same time, the sound of "gu" echoed from Mizuhiko's belly.

"Mm."

"Haha! If it's portable food, I bring it. Do you want some?

"Oh. Thank goodness."

The portable food given to Carin looked like baked confectionery.

Is it a rectangular cookie or cracker or something?

I guess it's skipping moisture and baking, it was pretty stiff, but it tastes pretty good with the chocolate flavor.

"Oh, have a drink, too"

Again, what was removed from the pocket of the trousers was the refreshing beverage sold at the Guild store.

Since the container is of plant origin, throw it away in the woods and soil it immediately.

Convenient for less luggage, Carin always carried this with her when going into the woods and caves.

What's inside is fermented tea like tea.

It is a little tannic and goes well with the meal.

The advantages are that it is easy to drink and, above all, has a good absorption rate, so it can be rehydrated quickly.

"This is good."

Mizuhiko was gripping her portable food as she nodded contentedly.

It's pretty hard, so even Mizuhiko needs to chew it again and again.

"That's hard, isn't it? I like the taste of cracking."

"Oh. Right. It's good."

Mizuhiko turned to Carin in such an irregular conversation.

Dealing with warcraft demons, application, everything is impeccable.

I wouldn't do it myself. For prepping before the fight, you could score ten out of ten.

If I were to count on you, no man could be more reliable.

Yes, Mizuhiko appreciated Carin.

I decided to attack a bear-like warcraft with my mind in mind, but I never thought I would be able to measure my opponent's strength this way.

And Mizuhiko concluded:

If you stick to him and work, you won't be beaten by Eltovael stepping on Doji.

The important thing for Mizuhiko so far was not to piss off Eltovael.

The task of hunting warcraft is an unknown realm for Mizuhiko.

I don't know what a failure is.

Mizuhiko had decided that during this time he had also carried by slapping off a wolf and a feathered lizard, but was also on the verge of being beaten about it.

In fact, if I had done something a little more conspicuous, I would certainly have been beaten up about the matter.

It's horrible.

If I had been beaten.

My spine froze when I thought so.

He was basically Mizuhiko, loyal to his instincts and not thinking ahead, but was only vulnerable to Eltovael's fists.

If you follow this man named Carin, I'm sure you won't have to beat him up.

Mizuhiko has such certainty.

Most of all, from someone else's point of view, "carry" or "carry" something like that is something that only the person doesn't realize.