My Glasses Will Be Able to Conquer the Whole World, I Suppose.

120. Mr. Glasses, I'll make a decision.

"- There he goes, Ayle!

I know.

Even the trees I'm climbing from earlier are vibrating so small that they shake before the sound.

The countless footsteps that trample the ground come closer as the ground sounds.

Apparently, the Sashes have succeeded in pushing this way.

"- Celier! Activate!"

Lisse sends a signal to Celier waiting on the tree across from me so she can take countless footsteps and lead the way.

"Yes! - 'Activated'!

I can tell very well from the top.

The magic formations that responded to the caged voice of Celier's power and were depicted on the ground with invisible magic begin to glow faintly.

It was pretty much the same as that.

At the timing of a haircut, Lisse runs out of the range of the magic formation.

At the same time, something gray popped out of the back of the woods.

- It's a herd of demon gray pigs (Graybor).

It is a monster that grows in the spring and crosses the forest in search of feeding in the summer.

Eat up in summer and autumn, store your nutrition, and prepare to go beyond winter. So it is most active around the end of summer.

Appetite, omnivorous, but mainly seems to eat mushrooms and plants well. We don't attack demons and animals very often. Humans usually attack, though.

What is troublesome is always acting in a flock of about ten heads or so.

The strength of one head is as hard as a regular boar, but when you have as many as ten, you can't easily get your hands on it.

And by the time we get into the fall, the children of the Magic Grey Pig are also big enough, so the threat will increase.

What's more, it's a demon gray pig story I know, and this mountain demon gray pig seems very strong as an individual.

I guess I wouldn't have survived if I wasn't stronger than living in this mountain.

It's bigger than I know.

Anyway, it's about my back length.

Plus, fangs that protrude from the mandible to exaggerate power are also splendid. In my village it is converted to an oversized size, but in this mountain it is a normal size. It's a horrible story.

If there is a flock, it is someone who will never be insulted because even the iron helmet (Ironhead) will do something about it.

Basically, it's only going to hit you straight, but it's going to give you the speed there and that number sticking into that weight. It's only a threat to people.

After Lisse, one demon grey pig after another jumps in from the woods.

Five, six, seven.

It's a 'sticky' magic formation with a stopping effect, and the feet of runaway demon grey pigs are dull, but they still don't stop.

"Florentine! Do it!

So it's Florentine's turn.

"- You said ah!!

Don!

Answering Lisse's signal, Florentine of hidden power moved, a heavier "lid" than the sounds of the demonic grey hog.

He held a giant round thickness heavier than himself and blocked the exit (...) of the Magic Grey Pig chasing Lisse.

Before Marutai, high enough to look up, the demon grey pig stops this time.

Eight, nine, ten, eleven.

Successive demon grey pigs who come one after the other also bump or stop and stay there.

That would be so.

Because this is a cage.

Because it's a cage to push them, not let them escape and beat them into unfavourable situations again.

- Right here.

"Attack initiated!

I gave the signal.

At the same time as I pulled the bow I stood on, Lisse, who once ran through the cage, jumped in beyond Marutai.

At the same time as sticking the glowing sword from the top against the neck of the demon grey pig in front of you.

My arrow, which added "The Dark Hunt," which suppressed luminescence, pierced the head of the next demon grey pig that Lisse targeted.

"- Don't let any of them get away with it!

Leaving between a few shunts, the sash that pushed me hits me from the rear.

The demon grey pig, who was supposed to have been chasing his prey to escape, was panicking that the situation had quickly changed.

Overhead, front, and back.

Demon grey pigs attacked by three parties, but in a narrow cage packed to flinch, can't demonstrate good running. I can't even get help where I could run.

The hunt was over in no time.

"That went well."

Totally.

Or it would be the versatility of the sash after all.

Nice, "Instant Feet (Fast Boots)". There are many uses.

Well, of course I have a registration so I can use it. But besides my thoughts, it's hard to control, and I still can't use it for hunting.

"Is this the effect of the trap? Awesome."

In advance, this terrain, which was made in the form of "=" in the woods using Marutai and the like, is a trap that becomes a cage or a trail.

Two fast-paced sashes and Lisse, who have a strong melee at times of need, bring a herd of demon-gray pigs to the trap.

The cage or trail was then completed by the Florentine lid in the form of a "co".

Leaving it from the start, it was possible to jump over.

The leg strength of a demon grey pig is not comparable to that of a regular boar. That's all right. Sometimes even trees run up as long as they gain momentum.

Blunt the movement with Celier's magic formation and suddenly block it in front of you.

Now we have a better chance of stopping the Magic Grey Pig.

... and I thought.

Yeah, looks like it worked.

No one has been injured, and there is no exorcism of demonic grey pigs. Hoping for more results would result in punishment.

"Ayle. Sash"

and a provocative grin as Lisse wipes her sword.

"Four heads."

In contrast, Sash has a chimpy, belligerent grin.

"Five."

"What, lie......!?

"Check it out. And count the scars on the spear."

Yeah. It's true, isn't it? Sash finished with five heads.

But unlike Lisse, he set it up from behind. I guess one or so of them was accidentally tailored.

"I'm two heads. My loss."

When I responded that way, the two of us stared at me.

You didn't mean it again?

"I meant it, though."

I said it back because it was out of my mind, and now Lisse told me.

"I don't like that 'myself'. I always tell you to get the one that looks like everything you can from anybody."

"Even if they say so."

I have two avant-gardes who are bloody and haven't looked around. You'd be in danger if you hadn't seen it instead. There may be some misfiring.

"Hey, strength strength. It's not for both of us. Ahaha."

"You're definitely fooling around with us."

"And stop smiling."

Those are the guys with a lot of orders. I can always get it out. I mean it.

Besides, it wasn't even in Gala this time, and I was entrusted with the hunting wrap-up.

I was obsessed with the attack and I didn't see the situation, I can't make a mistake. So if someone gets hurt or dies, it's my fault.... Oh, no. There's a lot of pressure on me to take responsibility for people. I don't think I can do this.

My master used to take my apprentice to the hunting ground. Raising people is tough.

"- Oh, Ayle, call me already. Yeah?

Oh, yeah. Not if you're playing.

"Yeah, call me. Let's pull it out."

Asked Florentine to secure only one head, and we left the Magic Grey Pig behind and set our feet on the assassin's village.

The Crusade of the Magic Grey Pig becomes, so to speak, the extermination of the vermin, in order not to be vandalized mountains and forests more than necessary.

Every summer in Heidiga, the adventurers who were the Lord do this.

Magic grey pigs are numerous.

It gives birth to around ten heads in a single birth.

If the number of crusades is low, they sometimes run out of other demons and animal feeds and demons come out of the mountains in search of feed.

In other words, ecosystems are tilted and dangerous if not hunted to some extent.

So Roda, who is in Heidiga's Adventurer Guild, asked me to crusade, and we're going out.

From the Heidiga side, there was information of an ambush near the other side of the mountain, so there were few adventurers who could get there.

Well, from Heidiga's perspective, from the assassin's village on the other side of the mountain, it's right in front of you.

All you have to do is raise the signal wolf smoke to the adventurers who are supposed to be waiting near that cage with Rhoda to tell them that the job is done. They'll take what they need and give it back to the woods.

By the way, the meat of the demon gray pig is very stiff but good. The broiled soup is excellent enough to simmer.

One head that Florentine is carrying will be divided among all of the villages. We can't eat alone.

"Mr. Ayle. That one with the example, have you decided?

Celier asked me on the way home for the five of us, which has become commonplace these days.

It goes without saying what.

Because this Demon Grey Pig Crusade was a test that asked if we could go to the Bryn Tower.

It was a little different in difficulty than the demonic crusade we've been through.

We can't even take the method of setting up an impromptu operation and hunting on the ground, and this time we used careful preparation and traps.

I didn't think I'd be entrusted with that trap.

Yeah, you figured I wouldn't be in a good position to divide up someone to make it.

Summer is almost over.

Trial of "qualities" for training, and crusade of demons.

If I'd done a lot of things, the summer would have been over really quickly.

And it was fun besides thoughts.

The experience of hunting with fellow of my age, always alone and with my master even when I was there, was a very fresh and good inspiration, and I enjoyed it.

Besides, I learned.

Seeing others fight is very much a study.

Success and failure are sure to feed me.

And this is not the assassin's technology, it's the technology of how to fight.

If I learned, I would live hunting as much as I could for what I learned.

If you go to the Bryn Tower, there will be many more and you will see a greater variety of fights.

I can see all kinds of hunting, demons.

- I was lost in the decision until the end, but the truth is, it was already, maybe the answer was out there.

"Huh? You won't forgive me for not going, will you?

"Right. You're not going to go even though you're that strong. And I didn't mean it."

I'm afraid of the eyes of the two avant-gardes.

I don't know... I guess I'm starting to feel like I don't have to go.