What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

Whether you're walking or taking a break, camp. Come on, we're going to bed. Wherever the strawberry one is going, where he's going, what he's going to do is not right. So for now, I decided not to take a slice with the strawberry for a while.

When the strawberries continued to be ignored by me, they started wearing half a beard, but it would be a good medicine for him.

If you ask for the answer, you should abandon the sweet little idea.

If you really want an answer, you can twist it out yourself, and if you can't do that and you're going to rub it on others, you have to work it out instead of just creeping it out.

"For example, I think we're going to show off a transcendent funny short cont or a one-shot gag..."

The strawberry sitting across the street moved his shoulder tightly as I squirmed with dead branches on the burning fire.

"... short cont?

I know the strawberries are asking me, but I'm just whining.

"Ah. Look at the short cont. Short cont nah. If they show you a meta-fucking-funny short contest or something, you might accidentally put it in your mouth about your upcoming plans or something. I wish the short cont was interesting. I might say something. It's possible."

"Short...... cont......"

The strawberries seem to be taking themselves seriously.

By the way, Momohina and Milliu lie down and sleep.

It's still in the woods. Dangerous nocturnal beasts also inhabit this forest, so it's not a good idea not to take turns keeping an eye on them during the camp.

"Short-Conto."

Strawberries looked at me like they wanted to.

"What can I do alone...?

Naturally, I don't reply. Because I'm just whining.

The strawberry chewed his lips and looked down again.

"... but I... don't know about short conts... I can't improvise or anything like that... but if it's about a one-shot gag, I can handle it..."

You know, I managed to bump into him. That's what I jumped at you for.

The strawberry put his hands in the shape of a choke and lifted it up beside his left and right eyes.

"Or masks, balls..."

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I sighed.

"Yes, now, nah!

The strawberry turned bright red on his face and waved his hands.

"Uh... the futon... snagged. Oh, no, it's not, uh, it blew up. After all, none of those now! Uh, yeah, upside down... upside down? No, not the other way around, no, no... pear? I don't know. I'm losing it, uh, uh... I'd rather have a short cont now..."

Don't get any more wounds, I just want to advise you not to twitch and spread the wound, but unfortunately I'm ignoring it now.

Well, it's no longer pathetic to get that far.

I couldn't wait to rock Momohina and Milliu.

"Hey, Momohina. Milliu, wake up. It's time for a change."

They woke up right away and I fell asleep.

"Nooo? What did you do?

"Mr. Ichika, what's going on? Is something wrong?

"... nothing"

The strawberries were falling apart, consoled by Momohina and Milliu, but what did you know? I fell asleep.

That took me three days to get out of the impacted forest.

Well, I guess it's not that far if I put it at a straight distance, but somehow it's all split up by a rift in the ground, so I can't go straight ahead.

Some of the things I bought in Arnotu were swept up with maps, but none of the maps contained details about the impacted forest.

Probably some defensive convenience or something. The elves are supposed to learn the geography of the impacted forest on their feet and not keep a record.

If Milliu hadn't guided us, we'd all be lost, even though it was me.

It is also thanks to Milliu that he was almost avoided dangerous beasts such as shadow runs.

I only show direction, so maybe Milliu has a better idea where he's going.

But Momohina looks like she doesn't care about anywhere she doesn't know, and the strawberries will be refreshed with no land books and a subtle sense of direction.

Still satisfied with the strawberries that are finally stopping asking questions, four days running northeast through Dead Mountains and the foggy gray wetlands that it's a trail of battle from a long time ago.

We finally hit a river called the River of Tears.

I stopped Thamuzin on the river plain and pointed upstream of the river of tears.

"My destination is over there."

"Over there..."

The strawberry frowned, eyeing in the direction I indicated.

"Mountain...?

"Wow!

Momohina was cheerful and jumped.

"Mountain! Mountain! Hey! Hey!

I feel like I'm doing something wrong, but it looks like fun, and I won't be making a blind eye.

Milliu nodded at me all the time.

"Again, Black Gold Streak Mountain"

"Sort of."

I bent my neck a lot. I thought my joints would ring, but they didn't.

"It seems that the Black Gold Mountain is home to a species of Dwarf Tortoise and Bearded Tortoise. Elves don't like dwarves."

"I especially hate..."

Milliu looked away slightly. From the reaction, I don't even like it, but I'm not good at it, something like that.

"And the beard."

Momohina looked at her fingers by her beard and laughed, hi-hi.

"Dwarf Dwarf. Huh. I want to see Dwarf soon."

"... dwarf"

Strawberries look anxious with frowning roots. You're as bizarre as ever.

"Is it your purpose to meet those Dwarves?

"Saana."

"Huh..."

"I wonder. That's not cool. Maybe not."

"Be clear! I've come this far!

"No."

"Oh, my God."

"There's nothing to cry about."

"Cry away."

My eyes are turning red.

"This is...! No, I just got garbage in my eyes."

"What!?"

I got off my horse pretending to panic and approached the strawberry and grabbed my shoulder.

"He said there was garbage in his eyes!? Which one!? Right eye or left eye!?"

"What...?

"Let me see, I'll take care of that garbage!

"... Yikes... Yikes, you mean the Aya of the Word..."

"Uh-huh."

"Huh...!

Strawberries bashed my chest flat.

"Say no. What the hell, fierce bitch?"

"Because you're lying!

"You got trash in your eyes, you're the first one to lie."

"Oh, that's... eh. It's... it was my fault..."

The strawberry is making his nose snap. Really, it's funny when it comes to this guy.

Not even if you're playing.

"Noooo...?

Momohina is frightened.

Milliu noticed it and put his hand on the sword pattern.

Where is it?

I tried to lay my hands on the sword. Stop, I laugh secretly and bitterly.

Hey, right? Seoul collectors, no more. Something I did. Well, how does that feel?

I lost my special Demon Sword Seoul Collector. It was probably the Immortals who stole it. The prostitute Saji, who was originally the owner of the Seoul Collector, was also dying when I found him, being chased by an immortal with four similar arms.

That immortal followed the Seoul Collector's whereabouts, I don't know how, but he finally got to me.

I don't know much about immortals. Is that how important that demon sword is to them? Given the power, the effect, I'm not even convinced.

The night they took the Seoul Collector, I was on the verge of being killed. Not only me, but Milliu, strawberries and momomohina I was with could have died. If that sword had caused even a scratch, it would have.

I'm, we're, we're lucky.

Of course, I thought about taking it back. When I confessed, I fucked up my mind.

But the more I thought about it, the more I had to conclude that it was a desire lacking in feasibility.

That's right.

That immortal snuck into the room where we slept, took the Devil's Sword, and quickly disappeared. How do we find him? Saj said he got a soul collector in the depths of the former Kingdom of Ishmal. It seems that the former Kingdom of Ishmal territory is the basis of the Immortals. You got that far, and you don't have any clues, but can you find him? He was ordered to recapture the Devil's Sword. Maybe it's just a run. Either that or it probably is.

You can't do it if you think normally, and you can't do it if you don't think normally.

So, what do we do?

"It's a river -...!

Momohina screamed. At the same time or just before that, there was a different water sound than the river sound.

I glanced over the river of tears. At first, I thought you were a crocodile. It doesn't even look a bit alike, but it doesn't. Crocodiles don't walk on two legs. I don't even have a spear in my forefoot or my hand. Crocodile human. No, lizard human. A lizard man put his head out of the river, his body out.

I'm not alone.

Two, three, four… five.

There are five of them.

"That's...!

Milliu pulled out Mithril's sword.

"I've never seen it, but I'm probably a Lizardman......!

The Lizardmans come up from the river one after another.

"Okay."

I put on my arms and nodded forcefully.

"Good luck, guys."