"Ernesto, if you're struggling, will you change it?
Ernesto is the only one who thinks there are five of them. Besides, I stopped bothering to sew my legs. I'm fighting between the two of you. I wish I could do it one at a time because I stopped moving.
"Holy shit! What the fuck did you do to Momige!
"I didn't think you'd win with Kongru!
"Gold Fuck."
"Gaua!
"Grrr!"
I buried my sword all the way to my roots.
"Or, Mr. Curse, are you done yet?
"I'm done over there. What is it at a time like this, what happened to the hitter I picked up in the last territorial capital? Ernesto, weren't we talking about following you?
"That's... on my way back to Tandria from the mainland... stole our money and ran away..."
I guess so. He doesn't even think about it when he's dead, and he doesn't feel grateful for it. I wish I had studied.
"How much?
"About three pieces in gold..."
Three gold coins is a lot of money at our age. Then there may be no need for the other four to be rough. Ernest, is it natural that you're losing your temper, too? Still, don't even feel like there's only one difference between being stolen on the road or being threatened in this city.
"Hmm. That was tough. I'll just show you a sample for future reference.
"Ugh, yeah......"
"Well, you guys. I hear you're waiting for purple gear, huh? Let it out."
"Oh!? Who are you talking to?
"Oh, my God, I'm gonna kill you!
"Hmm, you guys are close. Then we'll get along better.
"Heavy Pressure"
"Gold Fuck."
Get them to the ground so their hands overlap. I stabbed him in the iron pile there.
"Sounds good. You want me to stick you in that defenseless ass with a burnt iron bar? Right, Ernesto?
"Oh, no, you don't have to be that far..."
"What's with the burnt iron bars? Ah! If you can do it, try it!
"Don't you dare pull an imo on the kid, you adventurer!
You're such an attitude but you're a healthy bunch of guys. You can't even move.
"Ignition"
Iron pile that turns bright red in an instant.
"Hatter, look at him. Bye."
"Great graciousness!
"What are you doing? You haven't got two centimeters in there yet, have you?
The back of my hand is torn because of the forced and intense movement. Then again, "Golden Fucking."
Strike the iron pile deep into it. Then also in the other hand.
"Come on, now you can't move. You're next. Watch your partner die at best. Be the first man in Bandargow to be killed by the Demon King Curse. Maybe you can brag?
That's what I said. Costume change. Change to your usual Southern Mizuchi gear.
"Ah... if... ma, demon king...?
"Ba... ma... j... the demon king...?
Ernesto, the four of your people are also pompous. Mido Yellow Gate condition? You still have resistance to calling yourself the Demon King, don't you?
"You guys have takari on the Demon King. We're gonna have to die, aren't we? Then die."
Slowly hit the dirty ass with the burnt iron bars.
"Bubba! Oh, wait for me! Ah! Yikes!
"I did! Mm! Tatsu! Damn it!
"Hmm, you want my help?
"Abby, thank you! Help!
"Oh! Please! Wait!
"You have no choice. I'm only gonna save your life, so it's a promise, okay? Absolutely obey me, okay?
"Ahhh... ok..."
"Just do it! Ugh!"
All right, it took.
"Okay? This is how you do it, huh?
"Well, that's you, Curse... very unlikely to imitate..."
"The point is, I don't condone it. Good luck with that.
"Ugh, yeah......"
Well, I guess I'll continue the interrogation as such.
"Well, you guys. You have purple gear, don't you? Let it out."
"Ugh, this, this..."
"My... is this guy..."
I see, cagehands. Are you two friendly, one left and one right? Forfeiture.
"You're a serious murasaki metallic, apparently. You bought it from a fake brave man?
"Ah, yes..."
"Well, it is..."
"And then you guys, you said something about a blast? Where are the other members?
"Ah, but in the city inn..."
"In the wilderness pavilion of the sea..."
I see. I see...
"Hey! The four of them! You guys are hippos, right? Go get him! Bring all the rest of these guys to the party!
"Ah, yes..."
"Wow, I know..."
So, how many people are coming? I didn't think this was gonna happen...
I'll smash everything that involves fake braves.