Ain the next morning was natural without even showing a little nervousness.

He doesn’t wake up special early, he enjoys a slightly late breakfast, and then he gives instructions to everyone in a relaxed manner.

“- Shall I be back by lunch?”

I didn’t know why.

Does that mean go inside the elves, or is it not after Wyburn’s crusade?

Warren of this era asks.

You’re trying to figure out what’s going on today.

“No.”

“Heh, then tell me. What did you think, about its sincerity”

“I’m not thinking hard. What I said was, we’ll be back by lunch after we wipe out Wyburn.”

“… ridiculous”

Suppose, for example, that it is Archet who is here.

Or with Cain, or even Sylvia. It’s not a dream story to go home by lunch if you had all the finest men in Ishtarika.

“I suggest you look at our power.”

“I know. Still think that’s enough.”

“… you’re frightened. The royal exposure to ignorance is the ultimate of all foolishness. How could she have such a man?”

Warren then leaves near Ain and sits back at the foot of the tree.

I opened the book and was only interested in it.

The Istarian warriors, on the other hand, do not appear to have negative feelings about Ain. But uniformly, I knew I was just confused.

Ed was the only one who looked at Ain yesterday and was calm.

I can’t forget the fact that my survival instinct beat my love for my mother, and he stared at Ain in silence.

Trying to scrutinize Ain’s behavior while only keeping him calm.

“Those who are dissatisfied don’t mind waiting here…. or I’m actually going to have some people wait for me. If people come from the inside of an elf, they’ll be in trouble, and I wonder if they’ll make it into a stuffed shell.”

In the end, some warriors were to leave a message.

It wasn’t until a little later that the warriors who left with Ain were taken aback.

Some of the warriors were attached to Ayn – – Marc, before he was born, under Archet the Demon King. Naturally, I knew the strength of Cain and Sylvia as well as the quality of Marc’s qualities when I was younger.

But still.

I don’t remember the power he’s showing me right now.

In the deep woods further behind the elves.

The natural setting of the steep mountain ranges had been turned into a one-sided battlefield by one powerful man.

This is the thirtieth head.

Wyburn, crushed with a single poke of demonic stone, lay powerless on the ground.

From the air at one point. And there are times when they go down to the ground, and then they strip their fangs, and at one time they strike with a few heads, but none of them change the result, and either the demon stone or the nucleus is pierced.

Ain’t got no blood on his way home, just slaughter Wyburn lightly.

Until now, not a single warrior has pulled out his sword, and he just sees it without unleashing magic.

“Kufu…… I wasn’t dreaming about yesterday”

No longer does Ed’s neck convey a drop of cold sweat.

“What says it wasn’t a dream?

“No, it’s not a big deal”

“… well”

Not to pursue in depth, Ein instructs the warriors to take demonic stones and materials from Wyburn.

In the meantime, I was handling the Wyburn, which was going to hit me.

There was no one among the warriors to put a question mark on their need. Many people couldn’t afford to think about it and were in love with Ein’s sword moves at the same time.

What the hell does Wyburn think of this situation, one more head and one fewer head?

– I really think I’ll be back at noon. And one warrior was squealing like this.

“What a power…”

Warren was surprised again, too.

Knowing that the words were not proud before I came here, I am taken aback.

From his overhead, who accidentally stopped and stared, Wyburn glides away in momentum.

“Huh.”

As it is, the top bites off from the neck.

But it won’t.

Because Ain, who was nearby at some point, pulled out his sword.

“Gah… aah…”

The neck muscles were torn open and I could not breathe after the blurred squeal.

Warren finally became strongly aware that it was a crisis in his life here and roughed up his breath.

Ain’t holding his shoulder to support him, even though he’s about to poke his knee out of his body.

“I’m sorry. I’m not a warrior, but I asked you to come to the battlefield.”

“Huh… don’t be stupid. I’m here because Sylvia asked me to! My knowledge asked me to help Marc!

“I didn’t mean to offend you. I apologize for offending you.”

When Ain said that, he made sure Warren was safe and left the side.

He will not tolerate any attack on Wyburn coming from next.

“How does it feel to be able to help from someone you’ve scolded as a fool? Just read all the books and tell me in the language you cultivated.”

“I feel terrible,” he said.

“Kufu…… that’s a boring reply”

“I have no obligation to entertain you. Weren’t you up to something with the chief? But the plot seems to have collapsed. Anyway, it’s like you’re here for me.”

“… I’m not willing to go along with some paranoid fantasy.”

Ed fell in love.

Then I take my gaze off Warren and look at Ain.

I had a one-time scare for him now, even though he still doesn’t look like he’s serious.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

What ends up on authentic history is not a big win like Ein did.

Victims were born to the warriors, and Mark himself was wounded. Bigoted young Warren took steps to destroy each Wyburn and save the inside of the elf from that menace – is the original history.

But only one thing happened.

On the night of Wyburn’s demise, the line celebrated victory and set up a feast seat.

In the woods the warriors were singing and dancing. But rather than celebrating victory, Ain’t got a bigger side to honor.

Sitting on the ground, Ain takes his feet under Warren, who was looking up into the sky.

“I was saved during the day”

“Oh, you mean Wyburn?

“That’s right. I saved my life thanks to Marc. [M] I honestly appreciate this.”

“Nothing. I wish I didn’t mind.”

“… I guess she was attracted to that kind of person”

The softly murmured words dissolve in the air and all that reaches the two ears is the laughter of the warriors and the whispering sounds of the trees touching the wind.

Ain lowered his back next to Warren and looked up at the night sky, mimicking him next door.

“Nice sky.”

“… I think so.”

“Which is more meaningful than reading a book?

This was too stupid a question.

“It doesn’t have to be compared, it’s a book. But now I’m not in the mood to read a book.”

“Heh, why?

“Are you dying and your mind exalting incredibly? Or simply not in the mood.”

“Well, that’s hard.”

The difficulty has not disappeared, but I felt that it was easier to talk.

Zero laughter and then Ain stood up unexpectedly. I thought I’d go mix up with the warriors’ feast, that’s what I meant by arrowheads.

“- Elves?”

He is the head of a modern Elf with a few Elf warriors and a good acquaintance with Ain.

They are approaching this place, where Ain had a line, dressed in formal attire.

Eventually, when he stopped in front of Ain and Warren, he simultaneously broke his knee and bowed his head.

“My mother… the chief would like to see you”

“What disrespect to our royalty for suddenly coming -“

“That’s okay. We’re the first ones to come on our own, and I don’t care.”

Warren was dissatisfied with the word, but pulls back with Ein’s will.

“I wonder if I should go now”

“The chief said anytime. But if you need me, I will always welcome you.”

Then let’s go see him now.

While the elves were astonished at the judgment that did not go between them, they were grateful for Ain’s words.

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