Tilea's Worries

Lesson 28: Jessica and the Demon Wolves (Warwolf)

I hear anger from above. No, the ceiling collapsed raggedly. It is the advent of Batten, the general of Wu. Basten's figure is that of a wolf. He looks like an animal man, but the reality is completely different. Its enclosed magic is different in digits from the Beast Man. That majesty goes hand in hand with being a vampire. I'm just a martial arts general myself.

"Daughter, what's your name?

Basten asks Mr Tyrea. But Mr. Tyrea doesn't think he's been spoken to by himself, he's kicking around.

No, Mr. Tyrea, no matter what you think, you're the party. Remember what you've been doing.

"Looks like you're asking Mr. Tyrea."

"Huh!? Huh!? Wah, me?

"That's right. Arquene, Horus, Bebe... I want to know your name when Malferrand defeats the three proud knights"

"Hey, how did you know it was me?

"Hmm, I've been following the smell that was on my buddy's wreckage. Every wreck smelled like you."

"To, smell..."

"Oh, if it depends on my sense of smell, there's no making... so what's your name?

……

"What's up? First name! Say it quickly!

"Yes, Te, Tyrea"

"Right. Okay, Tilea, let me talk to my fellow enemies here!

Basten enters a combat posture. Trembling atmosphere, magical fluctuations transmit so far.

Hey, what magic!

After all, the Demons are fundamentally on different scales. But still, Mr. Tyrea can do something about it.

"Come on, Mr. Tyrea, give me the cuckoo, as usual..."

"Oh, no... oh, my God"

"Mr. Tyrea?

"Hey, why are you a werewolf! Weaknesses are different. Oh!

Huh? What do you mean? Don't you throw the usual cuckoo?

"Wow, they kill me! So, someone... Oh, yeah! So, it's your turn! Mr. Osma in the slaughter sword! Mr. Chaben from the blue comet! Shanna the May Rain General!

Mr. Tyrea begs for help from the F-run adventurers. The adventurers seemed flabbergasted by the sudden emergence of the demonic tribe, but began to disturb it as if they had remembered it with a single voice from Mr. Tyrea.

"Uh-oh! And, hey, yeah, don't shake it this way. Yeah!

"Hey, somebody call security!

"Hih, hih, no! Why are the demons here?

The adventurers are also throwing away their proud weapons and going right and left. It's too much of a disturbance because of how many demons. Even freshly enrolled freshmen won't be exposed to this much ugliness.

Well, isn't that impossible? This demon clan called Basten is a substitute that even A-rank adventurers are unlikely to be able to fathom.

Not to mention the F-run adventurers......

"Shit, the little bugs are noisy."

At that moment, a sharp demon flash was pulled out of Basten's hand. It is a flash that does not show a hand to pull out. All the adventurers were killed instantly. Some have demon flashes hitting half their heads and brains erupting from their half-baked heads. And some were cut off from their heads to their crotches, and their organs scattered from their wounds.

"Come on, the interrupter's gone. Now..."

"Yay, oh my god! The Demon Clan has appeared! Enemy attack!"

We heard what was going on, and a unit of HQ guards has gathered. Everyone, my weapon swings against Basten.

"Smart! I'll start by cleaning you out of all the elephants!

Basten growls (howls) and kicks the guard unit.

Yeah, I knew they couldn't fathom it. Even the first tier of the population, including Remilia, are getting thin in their absence. We need Mr. Tyrea's help here at all costs.

"Tilea."

"Jessica, yes, let's get out of here now!

"Huh!? Chi, hey..."

Mr. Tyrea grabbed my hand and forcefully took me outside.

Mr. Tyrea, why are you running away?

"Mr. Tyrea, why don't you fight like you always do?

"Jessica, not just this time. The target is a werewolf. Cuckoos don't work."

"Why not? Even the Werewolves (Warwolves) will be fine with Mr. Tyrea. Try throwing a cuckoo."

"Jessica, it's no use. Neither cuckoo nor crucifixion works on werewolves. Oh, as long as there's a silver bullet..."

Silver cancer (...)?

Mr. Tyrea's strange obsession began again. I think even the cuckoo will get through enough......

What am I gonna do? How do we convince him? Or would it be quicker to talk to Mr. Tyrea?

"Mr. Tyrea, I'm not sure about that cancer (...), but should I have a chunk of silver?

"Yeah, as long as it's made of silver..."

When I pick up the stone that was gently falling beside me, I alchemize it into lead. It doesn't have to be gold or silver. It can be alchemized even by me if it's about lead.

"Mr. Tyrea, I actually have a silver stone."

That's what I say. I give Mr. Tyrea a stone made of lead.

"Yeah!? Really? What a coincidence! Now you can beat him... is this really silver? It's not glowing and cloudy, and it's like lead..."

Look at the stone I gave you. Mr. Tyrea is obviously suspicious. Naturally, because it's really lead.

"Mr. Tyrea, that stone is a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation to my Nicole family. Over the centuries, it became such a heavy shade. But the silver quality is tattooed."

I guess that was a bit of a painful excuse. That's right, Mr. Tyrea, don't be fooled.

"It is! Something like that makes me feel like fun silver."

I believe you! Let me tell you something. "The craftsman's moves glow," Tilea nodded, looking firmly at the lead.

"Don't hesitate, Mr. Tyrea. Instead of a cuckoo, throw it at Basten."

"Yeah...... but okay? It's a family heirloom."

"Fine, fine. Instead, your ancestors would be happy if they used it to defeat the Demons."

Mr. Tyrea, you don't have to worry like that about the lead I made instantly.

"Well, then don't hesitate - oh, no!

Mr Tyrea mourns. Looks like there's something wrong again.

"Mr. Tyrea, what's going on now?

"Jessica, you can't throw silver bullets at people's hands. It's like a bullet. We need to shoot him with a pistol."

Oh, that's already a pain in the ass. I can't help it, I'll say this somehow, too.

But what do you mean, "pizzle"?

Uh-huh, I think he's probably talking about a weapon like Bogan to look into from Mr. Tyrea's story. I can't even throw it with my hands.

Heh heh, if Mr. Tyrea throws, he'll be as fast as he is not at Bogan's. However, that said, Mr. Tyrea won't be convinced.

So how do we talk...

Yes! Sure, Mr. Tyrea, he said early magic could be used. Let Mr. Tyrea magically attack Basten. Early magic, as Tirrea calls it, must be comparable to the finest magic we have ever known. I think Mr. Tyrea can magically defeat Basten.

"If you can't throw by hand, you can magically release a silver stone. Mr. Tyrea, you said you could use magic, right?

"Yeah, but it's early magic."

"No problem. Even early magic is amazing speed. What a second velocity Ichimilicon."

I get scared myself when I say it. It's a pretty messed up, kid-friendly theory... Mr. Tyrea would be fine, wouldn't she?

"I see! It feels kind of amazing fast. I'm sure that's as good as a pistol. No, maybe more. That's fantasy."

Yeah, as expected! I'm crushing things that don't make sense, but I think you convinced me, Mr. Tyrea.

"Were you here? All the garbage was crushed. Come on, let's start with the strongest!

Basten, who has cleared up the main defense, appears and barks at Mr. Tyrea with an invincible face.

"Jessica, back off. I'm here..."

"Yes, sir"

I honestly give way to Mr. Tyrea. Good. Mr. Tyrea is motivating me.

"You are the one who defeated Horus and Bebe. I'll try everything I can from the start! Huh!"

Basten rapidly amplifies his magic.

Ugh, you're lying. Even higher magic is even higher. Isn't this as magical as the Big Demons I've detected?

And Basten produced a flame of density.

Shh, wow. This is a kilo, not a mega place.

Giga... No, it's comparable to the biggest flame spell (terrafire) spoken of in legend...

Overwhelmed by Basten's flame spell. Mr Tyrea seems to be concerned about the lead I have alchemized. Full of confidence, or alarmed.

I shouldn't. No matter how much, Mr. Tyrea, it might not be a good idea to take that one...

I try to pay attention to Mr. Tyrea... but my body shakes about.

Ma, not good. That feeling again. Demonic intimidation. If you take it at this close range, it just won't hold.

Oh, no, my consciousness is interrupted. Te, mr. Tyrea, later, please.

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