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

"... hmm"

Smells like trouble.

In general, the Wang capital has a boulevard that leads to the cross and a street that leads from there to the outside.

Normal people use the north and south gates, but royal merchants and nobles can also use the east and west gates to enter the king's capital.

The gates between East and West are the entrance and exit of the so-called Great One alone.

So the average person who comes to the streets between East and West will go north or south and enter the country. Of course, I also use the general entrance and exit.

What I'm using as a hunting ground is the South Forest.

I'm leaving the south gate and going straight down the street.

Following the flashing of light as the "glasses" led, he went out onto the eastern street. It is definitely a street, as it is a road I have no idea of, but it is also widely taken.

Keep running down the road - as the flashing light grew louder, disturbing signs began to drift.

First, a wheel rolled down the street.

The streets lying in the woods to the left and right are loose slopes on the right hand side.

The light is beneath its slopes.

"Carriage accident......?

If you peek from the top, something big square is falling. Probably a carriage.

Looks like the wheel of the running carriage fell off and the body rolled down the slope, is that it? It's a gentle slope, but it would be quite an accident if it was speeding. I might have rolled over too.

Switch "glasses" to "dark vision" and see the rolling carriage and surroundings.

The red light is blurry and floating.

It's not an animal, it's a human light.

Two.

One is falling away from the body of the vehicle.

Another one is down, and one leg seems to be underneath the carriage.

The source of the light spot I've been following is like the guy in the carriage's underneath.... The light has disappeared sooo much because of direct visibility.

Um.

You'd better help, wouldn't you? Neither of us is moving. Obviously, there was an accident and he was injured and couldn't move.

But I can feel all kinds of signs on the other side of the forest.

The two below may not be able to do this right away where I went, then it may be quicker to handle the rubbing of the forest on the other side (...) as a result.

... No, it's the guy downstairs who called me in. Let's go downstairs first.

You might understand the mystery of "glowing glasses."

The mystery soon came to light.

"... I see you connected with 'glasses'"

Someone falling under the carriage...... a girl about the same age used to hang the "glasses" I produced.

Yes, the "glasses" I created. Definitely.

Hmm.

In short, there must be some connection between "glasses" resonance.

If you chew it up all you want, it is originally "magical glasses".... sounds pretty silly, but it's a substance that really literally means what it is.

Otherwise, you can't change colors, see the success rate of an ambush as a number, or see an animal as a red light and watermark matter.

Just like those features, I guess we're just talking about "magic glasses" being connected to other "magic glasses".

It glowed... what is it?

"Glasses" asked for help knowing they were in danger of breaking, or something?

…………

I guess it's more natural to think that "glasses" are not "glasses hung".

Because no matter how many "magic glasses," you won't have the will.

"... ugh, ugh..."

Oh, are you conscious?

"You okay? You want me to give you a hand?

And I crouch beside a girl with "my glasses" on a patrol I don't know.

Uh, uh, I'm bleeding out of my head, too. I guess it was an accident. You're hurt. He seems to be hitting me in the head, so I don't think he should move it badly.

"... uh... who...?

Consciousness also seems obscure, but it seems possible to communicate the will.

"He's a passing man. If you don't want it, I'll go home."

Exactly if the person says "I don't want it," there's no reason for me to get my hands on it. Even my master said, "Help people whenever you can," but he didn't tell me to make a friendly push.

I can't forget my hunted prickly tooth raven.

Spent more than a whole day, an important prey. There's no way you can give up so easily.

Not much time has passed since I put it down yet. We're still going to make it. I think we can still make it if we go pick it up. I'm sure. I'm not giving up yet. A heart that does not give up produces a miracle.

But the girl, over there - pointed at the woods on the other side across the street, with trembling hands.

"Oh, over there, there's an escort... even..."

Oh, the rubbing over there (...)?

There are a few wolves and one person standing around with it just to make it a sign. That would be what she calls an escort.

... escort, huh?

Well, I guess you're right.

That, too, sounds pretty smart.

- That escort seems to have noticed my signs, because he's coming this way at a hell of a speed.

"Don't move! Who are you! What are you doing there!

My voice is sharp and I don't even try to hide it. I don't hesitate to kill myself.

A woman who would have been an escort against the werewolves in the woods over there, an unidentified person... came back to identify me as an enemy or an ally.

I spread my hand and slowly stood up, showing no harm.

"I'm passing through. If it disturbs you, it disappears."

Looking back as I said...... I could see the blonde head I saw somewhere, characteristic even of the starry sky backlight.

"Maybe, Mr. Lorobel? Long time no see."

Urban people were secretly afraid that there were many hairstyles like this and that this was a sophisticated urban hairstyle design, but if they wandered around Wangdu for a few days, they would realize that they were rarely there.

I don't know what she's going to do with her hair... well, anyway, it's a rare hairstyle. I don't think there is a woman with similar hair who specializes in rough work early.

"... who?

Is it still a hit?

Suddenly I felt less murderous because they called me by my name, which reminded me of the sharpness like a white blade.

Yeah, not too dense, but this is also where the trees are shadowing. I guess I don't see it well from the other side.

"It's Ayle. of" Glasses ". They ran away from eating in the Adventurer's Guild and got their rates changed."

"... Oh, that Ayle!

Yes, it is.

"So what are you doing here? I'm sorry, but it's not up to you to respond."

It's like an escort line.

Because I do doubt there will be a third party in this situation. I don't think they can help it if they think I'm the thief who put me in an accident. The one with the fireplace thief?

"That's why I walked by."

But my reply remains the same.

In fact, I've suddenly been led by glowing "glasses," but it would just be confusing to talk about something inexplicable, like not talking about it or not talking about it, which I just explained once in this situation right now.

Mostly, I'm not even willing to talk about it.

"At this hour? Are you going to pass at this hour?

Admittedly, it's an unlikely time for the average person. If you're in Wang Dynasty, you're still outside the city where the demons are.

"I'm a hunter. I was on my way home from hunting for my prey."

"Hunter?... Speaking of which, I remember there was a bow and an arrow in your room..."

Are you still half-hearted?

"It's good to get lost in judgment, but I think we're wasting time on each other."

"What?"

"As you can see, there's an injured man out there. Shouldn't we treat him quickly?

Besides, I want to go pick up the bayonet soon. We can still make it. We should make it. That's the wolf over there, but I want to go back before he scratches me.

"If it disturbs you, it disappears. What am I supposed to do?

- Give me a hand.

................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I just wanted you to say, "Out of the way. Go home."

"Okay. I'll take care of the wolf. Mr. Rolobell wants an injured man."

Let's get rid of the werewolves quickly and pick up the bayonets.