What's Wrong with a Great Hero Being Jobless

In a nutshell, a snort, that's it.

There's a lot of Dwarves ahead of them, waving their battle axes, their swords, their hammers.

Is he about two meters tall? Compared to a dwarf less than a hundred and fifty centimeters, it's such a giant. Compared to the smaller Knolls, it's no big deal to say that they're giants that rush through heaven.

Is it gray, skin…? Looks hard as a rock. No, isn't it like a rock? I'm not having a rough time.

Something, Yavai.

My muscles are so mucky. Muscular to the face, black hair is like wire.

It would be a long time if my arm did. My shoulders are just as uplifting as a mountain.

He decorates his whole body with a variety of objects, but none of this suits him. His aesthetic sense seems to be deep into a negative world somewhere near zero. Anyway, I'm wearing something that's gothic and golden or silver or shiny, whether it's this or this. I guess they're all stolen from Dwarves, but somehow they're too different in stature to be the right size. So he wraps things around his hips, and he wears his neckline around his ears and his nose.

Ugly.

How ugly.

I can even assure you that there's nothing uglier than what I've ever seen.

Nolking.

King of the Knolls.

Is that Knoll? There is nothing in common with Knoll except that the color of the skin and eyes and then the human form.

I just think it's a different kind of creature, but there's no doubt that the Knolls are submissive to Knolking.

Knolking is standing in the middle of the hall, throwing away the attacking dwarf and throwing away. By the way, this "chisel throws" is not a metaphor. In fact, when he grabs the dwarf with his long arms, he pulls the neck off the leg and throws it away pointy.

No, throw it, something like that.

What's the target?

Dwarves, of course.

It's not just the blood of our people that's going down on the Dwarves. My arms, my legs, my neck, they fly. At the end, even the torso with a slight decapitation of the neck.

Still, the Dwarves face the Knolking without fright, but the Knolks who gush this from the back inhibit it. Get out of the way. The Knolls are slaughtered by the Dwarves, but they stick around, and they come later, dead or dead. Knolking is letting the Knolks defend themselves and skillfully kill the Dwarves. What happened to Osvan and Siegbern? This is it. Well, you won't even have to think about it.

"... ugh..."

A strawberry held his mouth by his hand. I guess he's nauseating.

Well, you're right. Whatever it is, I think it's a big deal. The smell is too strong. Bloody or something, not on that level. The smell of faecal urine is also mixed with the smell of blood. A lot of dwarves and knolls are dying from punching their organs in, and if they die that way, I guess most of what's in their bellies will come out.

"... war, right? This is... exactly"

Milliu's voice is also frightened.

"Uh-huh."

Momohina looks flat on her face, but I think it's okay to say she's flat. You're still a strong heart.

"I don't know if I can take him down."

I don't even have to think about it.

Heinemarie struck a dagger on his right hand and a dagger on his left.

"And then you storm, and, yes, you stop the roots of your breath! Ho, ho, I thought there was some other way... Huh!?"

You must be freaking out.

Heinemarie stepped on the estate.

"I'm not freaking out. I'm freaking out! Here, here, here. This is a martial arts tremor.

"You're shaking too much."

"That's about it, I'm slightly motivated by Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mimi Mi

"Why are you questioning me?"

"Isn't it Kiki Kiki's fault?!?"

"I don't think it's my fault."

"Miss."

And, the wicked man Veelich spoke to Heinemarie with the look on his face of the extremely wicked.

"You don't have to be afraid of being scared. I don't know about fear. Warriors are dumb."

"That's right, shut up!

Heinemarie shook her head,

"Ku, ku!? No, give me that! Ha! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Now I'm like my late mother and brothers...... ugh! Heinemarie is not like that man! What kind of coward thinks about sparing his life and using a flying tool, etc...... ugh!

"Yes."

Gotheld nodded.

"I spare my life. Xaragi."

"Oh."

"Knolking hasn't noticed us yet. But if they notice, the Knolls will push them."

"I guess."

I exhaled and pulled out my shoulder.

"Before they notice, we just have to decide. Me and you, and then we'll do it in Momohina."

Copy that.

"Yes, yes. Yikes."

"Wierich and Milieu, if Knoll comes this way, get rid of him immediately."

"Ooh."

"Yes, Master Kisaragi."

"Heinemarie"

"... what"

I held Heinemarie's jaw up with my left hand and let her face up.

"What are you doing?"

"When I'm serious, I look them in the eye."

"... be, even if they don't do that"

"Listen to me."

"I thought you were listening."

"Shut up and listen."

"Kee, listen... and let go of my hand. I kind of feel... weird. I don't know......"

"Mm-hmm. Okay."

"... ugh"

"Look, Heinemarie"

"Yes, sir"

"Yes?"

"No. It's a mistake."

"Well, whatever. Me and you are someone else. I don't have the right to tell you what to do, and I don't have the right to tell you. If you want to die, do it yourself."

"Yes, even if you don't tell me... ugh"

"Except"

I showed a strawberry with my gaze.

"Thanks to your help, his life was saved. That's an indisputable fact. You owe me. It's my feeling that you don't want me to die until I pay you back what I owe you. This isn't advice, it's not orders, of course. I'm just asking you. Heinemarie, don't die. That's all I'm saying."

Heinemarie was staring me in the eye.

Those green eyes, but they're shaking in small pieces.

"... Heinemarie, what can I do"

"Mmm."

I just laughed a little bit and tried to gently stroke Heinemarie's neck,

"Hiccup."

And I was a little surprised because I made a weird noise and shrugged myself.

"... what is it? What's up?"

"Wow, I don't know. No, I don't know... I mean, it tickled me."

"Xaragi"

Somehow Gotheld pointed a gun at me.

"I'll hold you accountable."

"... what? Responsibility? What responsibility?"

"Because that's the kind of man I am!

The strawberries are puffy. Are you an asshole?

Gotheld put the gun down right away, and it's normal for strawberries to be assholes, so okay.

"Heinemarie, protect the strawberries. Figs are priests and can use the magic of healing. Lifeline. It's a super important role. Seriously, please."

"You're super important! All right, here we go, here we go!

"I love the honest one"

"So I love it...... heh!? Ha, you mean Heinemarie...... heh!?"

Didn't you hear that?

"Hmm. Really? Does Xaragi love Heinemarie..."

"Xaragi"

Gotheld's muzzle is after me again. And then the strawberries stare at me too. What the hell, man? I know. I don't know.

I exhaled again. I don't know - you've got a lot of strength in your shoulder between. Pull it out, I won't loosen it. You can't be too uptight. Moderate tension is not bad.

"Well, let's do it"