9 It looks like the battle's over and it's over.

The sun rises slowly.

The darkness of the night slowly narrowed its realm, watching the sky as the red colour began to cover it with the feeling of seeing something that Zion had never seen before.

In the morning, it was probably Scion, who thinks it was refreshing, but only this morning, it was filled with a messy mood that I couldn't properly explain myself, and I don't feel like describing it as refreshing.

My whole body is heavy.

I've been running around all night, swinging weapons as many times as I've never done before.

In addition to about half the attention coming from that fatigue, he was wounded everywhere, so was the drain of strength coming from the bleeding.

I didn't get any fatal injuries, but I also have some pretty deep wounds.

While I'm at it, the question of why I'm alive doesn't go away.

Without the magic of Lorna's healing, she would have been either exhausted along the way or even if she had been lucky enough to fight, by now she would have been bandaged all over her body and put to bed or on the ground with the look of rags sewn all over her.

The wound itself had already been treated, but the healing spell won't replenish it until the lost blood, and to heal the wound, it drains the patient's strength, making him doubly tired.

I feel heavy too.

The hordes of demons approaching from the dark have burned to the eye so much that when you close your eyes you can think of that scene as common.

I don't even remember how many of those herds I slaughtered myself.

I feel like I was counting the first few, but I stopped because I didn't know how to wax right away.

If I wielded my weapon, I couldn't afford to turn a blind eye to anything else in a mixed war that would strike enemies for now.

The damage suffered by the villagers was also enormous.

After all, only a dozen interceptions prevented us from pushing the demon herd and allowed us to enter the village.

The villagers, who can't fight, lock their houses or hang out in the basement where they keep their crops, mostly escaped the difficulties, but about ten people have died because they have been lucky enough to find them or come out abandoned.

The villagers who went out to intercept, most of them died.

Only two survivors.

Those two had also lost one arm or injured their eyes, injuring them so that they could not return to their original lives.

Perhaps this village will be closed once, Sion thinks in gloom.

The workers are almost wiped out, and it is impossible for the remaining villagers alone to survive the village.

Nature and the requests received from the Alliance will also undoubtedly be the first to make a determination of failure.

I guess it has to be as good as survived with five-body satisfaction, but when I think about the aftermath, Theon feels the dark feelings go down a few more steps.

In the end, it seems that the hordes of demons gushing out of the woods were numbered enough to exceed three digits in total.

If you move your gaze from the village to the woods, you'll see the bodies of countless demons rolling around that just fill the ground that runs all the way to the woods, and people walking cursorily as they sew that gap.

That was Lianya.

He has a knife with a sticky red and black liquid creeping up on his left hand, and he's walking with his right hand dragging the demon's body.

Speaking of what you're doing, they're working on retrieving demon stones from the bodies of demons you defeated and collecting bodies in one place that are no longer needed.

A demonic stone is a crystal that can be found in the body of a demon, which is largely present either directly above the heart or in the head, depending on the strength of the demon.

In the case of goblins, demonic stones are present largely directly above the heart, not as large as the scales.

This crystal contains magic, which is used in cities and other sources of power for tools called magic crafts.

Also, by examining the Demon Stone itself, you can see which stone it was removed from, and this is used as evidence in making proof of crusade in the Alliance.

I mean, if you bring it back, it's money.

Lotus Ya, who taught it from Zion, when he borrowed a knife from Zion after the battle, quietly went into the task of dismantling the body that was falling on the battlefield.

Lianya's right hand threw away the body that was dragging her.

Beyond that, the demonic body, which has already been dismantled, has made Oyama, but the untouched body is still rolling, and soon Lianya walks out to the next body.

Theon sighed wondering what kind of strength he was at all.

The battle ended near dawn, but Lotus Ya's outfit back was terrible.

The leather armor I was wearing was obviously lost and my torso was bare.

Trousers are torn apart and melted everywhere.

He had countless fine wounds all over his body, and bleeding was terrible, but from above, he was bathed in plenty of demonic blood, solid things that he didn't really want to describe, as if a chunk of flesh had taken the shape of a person.

Besides, it was the demonic flesh that was bathing, so it was emitting a tremendous odor, and Sion, who had given up early on to wipe it out with cloth, etc., when he took Lianya's hand, dragged him to the village well and walked and punctured a large amount of water and managed to get rid of the dirt.

When the dirt came off, it fell off, and now Lorna was the feather of screaming at the amount of scratches all over her body, desperately healing the smell of persistent creeping with Lorna's personal effects perfume.

The person in question looked annoying all the time.

And I think Theon is unscrupulous.

The recklessness with which he stormed alone is just astonishing, but he just survived, because the crusade count is that the majority of the corpses rolling on the battlefield are substitutes he produced.

Moreover, immediately after receiving that allowance, after carrying out the task of moving the bodies of the deceased villagers, he even carries out the task of recovering demonic stones from demons and disposing of demonic bodies.

Leaving the demonic corpse intact, it becomes undead and harmful to people.

Being alive is also vicious, and I have trouble avenging people until I die, but I can't help but say that's what demons are.

For this reason, the bodies of the demons crusaded must be disposed of properly on the spot, and the method of disposition is taken mainly by burning them down.

With numbers as high as this one, it could undead while collecting demon stones, but even when undead, he could be rendered incapacitated by crushing his head, so Lian Ya was trying to crush his head firmly when collecting demon stones before transporting them.

Because of that, my body is getting dirty again.

Scion, wondering if he would work half-naked on the boulder, had asked the villagers to do him a favor and prepare the man's clothing, but Lianya refused because it would be dirty anyway, and is now working in a cold outfit called upper body naked on his blurry trousers.

I can tell you that the decision was correct.

After work, now I cleaned my body with the perfume and water I had, and then Scion firmly decided on it to my heart to get me dressed.

Lianya is causing the demon's body, turning her chest and then smashing her head with a knife pattern.

Tough guy, I think, Theon.

After all this fighting, there won't be many in the Alliance, such as adventurers who can continue to do such work afterwards.

At least Theon himself didn't feel like moving one step from the place where he was now standing.

He said he was a stray man, but Theon himself is the first time he's actually seen a stray man with his eyes.

It is the knowledge of the stray man of Zion, who is oblivious to the common sense of the world, and who then possesses strange knowledge, and yet largely says that he is an armed swordsman, a magician or a producer.

Mostly good men, and almost none who work terrible evil.

That's how often it appears, and it's not something heroic that appears refreshed when there's otherwise a crisis in the world, but there are some people in history who have given their names there who are told that they were lost.

I mean, it can't be called auspicious or vicious, it can be called a terribly vague existence.

Still, Lianya felt somewhat different from the lost people that Theon would tell her about.

As far as hearing the rumors of strays, it is common ground to say that they come from some other world, but that is the pattern that later turns out by listening to them, and not to the best of Zion's knowledge to say that he suddenly named himself a stray person.

In the first place, the very word "lost" doesn't mean I don't know who I got lost in, so there's no way I'm going to call it that.

Because someone would have taught Lianya the word and existence of a stray person, but Lianya said she came from that forest.

Theon thinks that's probably not a lie.

Although it was only a minor relationship, Lianya didn't look like a good type of liar, and when she named her, she was saying it without any hesitation.

There's no such thing as telling Lianya about the area in the woods, I'm sure.

Then where the hell did he teach it to Lianya?

"Is it useless to just think..."

Scion decided that there would probably be no answer.

Ask Lianya herself and she might tell me, but Zion gets lost in terms of saying if I can step in that far.

So as to keep aside the issues around it, Theon stares at Lianya, who is still working on it.

It seems like it's time for some of the untreated corpses to start coming out that are starting to undead, but Lianya continues to process them by kicking and crushing them with a truly unproductive, and troublesome face.

That toughness and combat technique have something to keep an eye on, even if you subtract a lot of things you don't understand.

Plus, there's a big thing about Lorna deciding she's not a bad person.

He also said at last that he was oblivious to this world and that it would be helpful if he could tell me all about it.

After this rub with the soldiers of the mercenary kingdom, Theon was still feeling so reluctant to say that there were all sorts of problems with just two women.

When I got back to the city, I had decided to add a party member, but I had no way to miss this because I had an almost unmistakable excellent property in front of me.

There is certainty in Scion that solicitation will not be so difficult either.

However, it seems to me that there is something stubborn about that bamboo weapon Lianya has called the men of the mercenary kingdom to stick, to say that it is difficult in character or that there are parts that cannot be given away.

In one way of inviting you, you can't even throw away the possibility of being able to bend your navel.

Theon puts his head on because he's not a very loving person, but I decided to be optimistic that if Lorna were here, the follow-up would be fine because I feel perfect.

Lorna was in the middle of the task of releasing firewood oil from the next to the next on a pile of demonic corpses piled up by Lianya, and Zion said she should help herself.

"The smell is amazing too, so you can light the fire already, right?

Says Rhona, who notices Zion walking over.

Indeed, the smell of the bodies being piled up had become intolerable as they approached, and Zion nodded.

"You could start baking, as you keep adding fuel so there's no burn left"

"Can you please?

Sion nodded again when asked.

Lorna is a monk with considerable skill as a user of magic, not to mention an apprentice, but therefore not talented enough to say almost entirely about magic.

Even if simple water-based sorcery can be used, it seems hopelessly incompatible when it comes to fire-based sorcery, and can't even handle simple "ignition" sorcery.

Theon himself is not a magician, so he wasn't able to handle all that much magic, but he generally repairs all the magic he uses in his life, so it was largely Theon's role to light fire and make water when he was in the wild.

"Rely on my strength, dance, red dwarf"

Put your strength on the word and the fire will light up some of the piled mountains.

"Ignition" was a sorcery that could be described as an initial step in the magic of the fire system, just to say that it would create a small spark, but for its convenience it is normally used not only by adventurers, but also among ordinary citizens.

Unless there's a condition that says it's not compatible with magic like Lorna's, it's magic that almost anyone can master, something that anyone can teach you if you pay for a few silver coins in a little big town.

If that's all it is popular, it seems like it would be good to have something to teach among the citizens, but I can't use it if they teach it from anything other than wonders and magicians.

Seeing one flame after another burning in oil and firewood, Shion thought he would have to introduce the magician to Lianya when he got back to town.