377 Twenty-three Stories The Doom Raid ③

"Huh!? Abel, what are you saying? Oh, seriously? You're lying, aren't you?

Peter takes his seat and grabs my shoulder.

"Please calm down, Master Peter!

Munich stands up and stops Peter.

"... I'm sorry, Mr. Peter, but I need you to be a little modest because it's important."

I cross my fingers in front of my mouth, make a batten and cover Peter.

I was four people, Meir, Peter and Munich, visiting the dwarf's lair in Phage territory.

I guess I should have rented the basement from Lark again because it's really important, but it's a bit exaggerated over there, and it was a bad idea for Lark to have it ready, so I decided to get it done in the tavern already.

There is a risk that the story will be leaked, but the hassle has prevailed when there has been much discussion.

"So, because, you know what? You want to hide in the clouds at this time of year, it won't! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I want to throw it all out in the situation and lurk myself in another land for a while because I'm so armed in Phage territory and ready to go!? You don't know when Earl Jurem will move! Besides, don't you want to face your sister? You're licking that Phantom a little too much! You're family, aren't you? When you settle properly!

It was surprisingly super correct.

I've never seen Peter so angry.

It wasn't strange to grab the chest barn at the next moment. It was a sword screen.

"Are you going to destroy the world in a sibling fight? Where's Abel? Count Jurem is really not the one who can handle things like that! Please... I don't really want to put it this way, but the eagle is funding Abel a kingdom-like amount? Right?"

"Yes......"

"You don't want to piss off Kudr God either, do you? Kudr, is God missing you because he expects you to be a force of war? It doesn't matter what they do to you if you betray that?

"Exactly..."

There was no sound.

Rather, why did I think it was okay to leave Phage territory once?

"Please... Don't do anything extra at this time, will you? I don't know how the Earl of Jurem sees Abel in the first place... but right now, if you throw out your role and hide in the clouds, it's definitely Count Jurem's idea, isn't it?

... Something else I can do with magic to get around fast and never come back.

Kudr is a spiritual, so the summons is advantageous, so there is no delay in communicating important information.

I just don't know what Peter says about wanting to crush things in case.

"In the first place, moving Abel at this time could be Count Jurem's plot in itself. Is Philo the real girl? Actually, wouldn't it be fake?

"That can't be...... you're thinking too much. Because Philo is Philo."

"Isn't that girl being manipulated? It's not like you're unintentionally forced to join Count Jurem's thoughts, like a weasel."

"Hey... that shouldn't be"

Peter seems to have read too much when it comes to Count Jurem.

But neither that nor impossibility.

In the first contact he fell into the wings bending the opposite way of life from the Pope to the richly disputed monster, and in the second contact he was informed that it was as Count Jurem thought that he had done so to revive Kudr.

If you're a regular person, it's not strange that you're heartbroken and heartless at that point.

Even though it is because of the hope of Kudr, it is still quite a strong mentality to have the temper to stand up to Count Jurem.

"... I have no choice. No matter how tedious the sibling fight is, I'll help you to the best of my ability. So just don't do anything extra."

He breathes deeply like Peter is exhausted.

"Yes......"

Inside, I thought if I met Gisele in her current state, that was going to be the end of Count Julem, but it seemed difficult to convince Peter, so I decided to give up persuasion.

"Yes... Abel and Kudr. I thought as long as there was a god, it wouldn't matter with a force push, but that's how you attack me... haha..."

Peter shrugged powerlessly as he looked up at the store ceiling.

"... I know how Mr. Peter feels about wanting to suspect anything, but don't blame Count Jurem for people's family problems on your own"

Meir looked uncomfortable and swallowed the water out of the store.

I wouldn't have been thirsty.

From earlier on, Meir has deluded herself that drinking a little bit of the water left in the glass, one by one, is shabby.

"I beg your pardon, store owner. I heard you have a daughter of ours and our countrymen here..."

I heard voices coming from the door.

I thought it was odd rhetoric, but I didn't know who that was referring to.

Just the moment I heard her voice, Meir's eyes opened and her face was lifting up towards the door.

So somehow, I assumed he was an acquaintance of Meir's.

"Meir, do you know him?

As I say, I look back towards the door.

A group of Dooms stood, wrapped around a robe.

"Uncle Defne......?

Meir squeaks.

A man at the head of the Doom group looked at Meir and then turned to his companions.

"... no doubt, Master Meir... no, it's a red stone"

Turn to Meir again.

"Duh, why, lie, why, Uncle Defne..."

Much shocked.

Bad, Meir used to be stressed enough to get sick just knowing he was being followed by the Doom.

Staying in one place should have been avoided.

I got out of my seat and stood in front of them.

"Now what can I do for you Meir? I've heard from Meir. The Dooms are a long way from harassing people with no magic crystals to fall and peel them off."

A man like the leader of the scene, standing in the lead, poked the floor with the tail of a spear in his hand.

A sharp noise echoed through the store, and the entire store was engulfed in silence.

"Marlen. The different shapes, you stand before us all the time. I feel like destiny. Historically, they say we have lost a great deal to Marlen three times... but you better not look at us. We do not share a hobby that surrounds us, but there is also this difference in number of people. If I don't face the blade, I'm not gonna give you a hand."

This is the man Meir called Uncle Defne.

"... here annoys the store. Can you come outside, please? We're not gonna get away with this anymore."

I'll make sure Meir's footsteps have the autoem I used to wear for the escort.

Rarely should a breakthrough be made......

"Mr. Peter, if you'll excuse me, that's enough for today's discussion"

That's what I said, I took a seat, and I stared at Defne.

He's a somewhat unattractive man in his mid-forties.

When I poked the floor with the tail of the spear earlier, an awesome noise was ringing.

It's not a big deal, but it has a hell of a lot of power.