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

Finished a prayer of gratitude and set fire to raise wolf smoke. Wolf smoke is the type of pill that comes to the fire.

Darker than the sky, bright blue smoke rises high.

We talked about seeing it even at night, but it's day, so I'm not sure... is it glowing? I don't know, sort of.

This is it. Okay.

Now they're going to have someone to collect, so all we have to do is wait.

Next, remove and retrieve only the rope of the dragonfish restraint.

...... hmm?

Touch the body of the whitened dragonfish and tilt your neck.

I'm not wet.

It is somewhat rusty and very stiff. It's just like dragon scales.

The tail that hit me when it broke out... I don't remember it very well, but I don't think it was.

I wonder what that stuffing was.

Wasn't it like mucus, a trait close to the magic that the nucleus of the demon acted on? It was something the dragonfish could disarm themselves, or something. Is that what it is?

Besides, I feel the color gloss of the scales is slightly duller than the scales of armor that Grandpa Tatsunami showed me at his shop. But I still think it's radiant and beautiful enough.

Speaking of which, I'm not "mandatory disclosure" to dragonfish.

At the last minute, I might have been able to do it...

No.

Doing a mess near your head in that situation would just be too dangerous.

The only thing on my mind was to put an immediate end to it.

I couldn't even think of anything else to do.

I don't even know if I'm sorry I couldn't register "Dragonfish Materials," but the hunt was a success anyway.

I don't really know the demon, and I feel like it was full of flaws, but I managed to be safe.

Then I guess this would have been nice. You shouldn't be wrong.

It will overflow with blood, so I won't drain it.

Demons may come attracted by the smell of blood. It seems difficult to fight while protecting dragonfish. It's a little unrealistic.

I haven't even pulled out the knife I left stabbed in the head yet.

I'm sorry, but I'll give it back to Grandpa Tatsunami, and the knife will be pulled out just before I go back to the city, and I'll pack the cloth in the wound.

The rest is what to do with the fish floating in the lake.

When I was dropping "thunder" over and over again, I floated.

I just think I did it because of it.

I don't want to waste my life as a hunter... I thought I'd look, that's crazy. I don't have about ten fish that were floating around.

Mm-hmm. I'm not here.

Could it have been that he wasn't dead? Did you swim away?

Or was it even eaten by birds while fighting dragonfish?

Well, what can I do without?

- It's not going to be like that.

"What is this!?

You must have seen wolf smoke. Seven hunters, full of men, came to the lake.

The three are the faces I saw at the starting point, and the remaining three have not.

Or perhaps an unregistered hunting contender who's been lurking in the woods since before I went into the woods.

Because of the number of participants who score, they hunt with three and seven false people.

Was this the identity of what I perceived as "things of concern" when entering the woods?

A little far from here, I knew someone was dotted before the hunter.

Beckenberg let me in, I thought it was surveillance or watching...

- That's right. I've thought of it since I heard the rules, but this hunting battle is easy to injustice.

Or, given the way Beckenberg and the old men put their heads around, I just don't think they deliberately stuffed the rules on injustice.

If I can think, those people can think.

Instead, you might be thinking a step or two further than I think.

It's not very, but I can't imagine those people not assuming these cases.

If I were to be more outspoken, I even feel like I'm recommending, "Go ahead, be fraudulent".

If so, fraudulent relations in general would be a trap entirely on the part of the organizers.

I don't know what the purpose of the trap is, though.

But I'm pretty sure it's about their loss. Because I'm greedy.

I said to the tenacious men who look at the dragonfish and are flabbergasted.

"There are no demons nearby. I was wondering if I should look for something else."

I said it for once, thinking it would be futile.

- In your hand, the stones you collected for the Dragonfish Battle are already gripped.

I picked up a lot when the ball ran out during the fight because it wouldn't be stylish. It's still there.

If I hit him in the head, he could die, but I just can't afford to deal with the seven armed guys, and I can't afford to be modest. I'm not used to interpersonal fights.

Hearing my words, the men looked at each other - and laughed quite badly.

I sincerely think when I look at them.

The bad faces of Beckenberg and the old men are different digits, he said.

That's their evil. The grin when they're creeping is amazing. That's evil, he said.

Compared to that, they're so much to the point where kids come up with flirting, you know.

I figured it out again in comparison.

Too much depth of desire. Greed is out of step.

"Hey, lady..."

"I'll tell you first."

Control the hunter who tried to say something and warn him clearly.

"First, think about whether you can hunt this demon.

Next thing you know, think about whether you can beat me for hunting this demon.

Based on the above two points, if you still think so, please pull out your sword. "

That said, I unleashed a stone throw with a "freak" towards the branches of the forest.

"- Yikes!"

Screaming, retraction and grass shaking. He must have hit it somewhere and fell off the tree.

Six people on this occasion. There are seven signs. One person stays down without putting it on the table.

Maybe I'm used to hunting.

But I don't know if you can think of any dragonfish they could have hunted.

Especially if you seem to think you're taking advantage with an inevitable ambush on your current stone throw, you'll probably be all slashed in no time. Because the dragonfish water blade is faster.

"Hey, what are you doing? - Whoa!

The second shot was a man who just tried to talk to me.

I'm sure he's a negotiator in them. I threw it away because I was about to talk about something.

... or you just hit your belly with a stone the size of an easy throw and blew it up behind you.

Isn't it too strong, this "material"?

I could drag the dragonfish around, too.

I can't see the bottom of the strength at all, of the original Florentine.

... nevertheless.

I wonder why I was alert.

I wouldn't attack if I didn't pull out my sword, I didn't say anything.

Warning is a sign of intent that "we're ready to attack soon."

It is intimidating in terms of beasts and demons.

How can you remain alert to anyone who threatens to attack you?

- Hunted prey may be targeted by carnivores and demons.

When you hunt for prey, it's not the end.

It's hunting until you take your prey home.

In other words, it is within the assumption from the outset that there will come a being who, like them, tries to embezzle their prey.

"Damn! Everybody out!"

When I finally saw how I was attacking them regardless of their intentions, the other five set up their own weapons.

But that's slower than expected.

The third pitch is hitting at the same time as pulling out the weapon.

Looks like the last two were apologizing, but I didn't mind throwing stones and knocking them all out.

I can't help it because I don't trust a lot of things.

Use the rope that restrained the dragonfish until just now, and tie and roll those who cannot move in pain or seven who are beautifully passed out.

- Well.

Now it is only waiting to be recovered.

…………

When this happens, I'm still worried about Zed.

I have experience with lost in the woods, and my oldest memories are lost in the woods, right? Because that is so hard and scary.

I hope you're not lost.

- and others. Ayle, who looked back at the dragonfish yesterday for a long time, told Hydra, who is next door.

"I guess it's just not within the scope of being able to talk a bit. I'm sorry. I can't say any more."

"Yeah, well, we'll have no choice."

From there, switch the subject and just talk a little bit about the Bryn Tower. Around the nearby stalls, he appropriately handles the numbs and drunkards, and then the hand of a raw man who is likely to touch his butt or something.

That was how the time was approaching for the end of the hunting battle.