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

I was ready to fight, and I had to wait a long time.

Because the "paper swallow (swallow)" that I went to look for the iron helmet (ironhead) hasn't returned yet.

The three assassin candidates wait for that while confirming the next steps or relaxing their rather nervous bodies.

"... did he always hunt like this..."

Florentine leaked potpourri, one of the women with little to no experience coming behind the hunting grounds or fighting demons.

She looks restless and looks all the way around her.

That guy.

I don't have to check, it's about Ayle, who disappeared from the assassin's village a month ago.

"No, he was used to it already."

The sash that holds the real spear you had made a week before, stretching your back, bending your knees, and carefully checking the movement of your body one by one, is a calm one beside you.

The truth is, Sash, who is going to fight the iron helmet directly from now on, is the most nervous of the three.

But it's calm. By the side.

"I need to get used to it soon."

Looks familiar to me.

Cellier thought.

He said he had to get used to the tension, anxiety, and fear that this skin was tingling and his guts were being lifted and compressed from the bottom.

This time with parents, but a year later, as much as I'm walking down this mountain whistling, I want to be a celier too.

Sash's training aspect has been heavily struck out this time, but in time Celier herself will be fighting alone.

Because this is still just a crossing point for my goal.

That's untouched.

“Paper Swallow" made a face out of the woods like nothing had happened.

- I'm home.

Isn't it too late?

Wasn't it payback?

Though you're a spear master, it wasn't about letting your child do it, shouldn't you have let such a dangerous place go alone, etc.

Waiting came when an unfortunate event, driven by anxiety, blurred the back of his brain.

"Sorry, you took a long time to find it. - I'll be right there, set up."

Needless to say, the three hurried to a predetermined position.

Sash on the front.

Celier and Florentine lined up behind.

“Paper Swallow" forming behind those three.

And here we are.

A giant bull-headed giant covered in black hair - an iron helmet - appeared as he swayed the guts and grass, depressingly folding the low branches.

Exactly a giant.

I heard the story, but it's really big.

I can ask you that you are so tall that you have loaded two seriers vertically that your arms and feet like people are different muscles, even if they are covered in short black hair.

"- Mo?"

Plus, I feel quite intelligent.

The iron helmet seemed to question the fact that there were three different preys ahead of him in pursuit of one prey.

When I saw the candidates, they stopped moving for a second.

"-Gmoooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!

But it seemed like it was only quite, and I didn't think it was "ambushed". I do not doubt that I am only the hunter.

Whether he was happy with the increase in prey or just tried barking as a threat with a nori, the iron helmet ran out in a straight line with a trembling atmosphere.

"-Gmo!?

Hang up.

The iron helmet that came towards stepped on the magic formations that Celier had installed on the ground beforehand. It was set to activate when some weight load was applied.

Ordinary attack magic can also be used, but the celier is still good at installing it that deals with magic formations - a so-called trap-like use.

The effect is' adhesive '.

An invisible force keeps the iron helmet feet off the ground.

The iron helmet stepped in. The right foot did not come forward, and the left foot also stuck into the magic formation, clinging only in front of the upper body with no foot out.

I thought I'd fall flashy, and getting my hands on the ground seems to have minimized the damage.

If this was all a giant, I expected it to work quite well just to fall, but I made him try to take the human kind of reception.

Well, it's the scope of the prediction.

"Go!

Now it's Florentine.

Throw the stone you were picking up for this time into the iron helmet 'with force' as much as you want in your gloved hands.

The stone crush released from its vicious' arm power 'is powerful enough to hit the iron helmet and crush it.

If this is human, it could penetrate and have a wind hole.

But the opponent is a demon far greater and stronger than man.

Even if the stone is powerful enough to crush, it's done to the point of bleeding a little. - Well, it seems certain that it hurts so much that it can't be ignored, though it is so heavily cluttered as to avoid stones.

The effects of the magic formation are short.

A powerful 'force of adhesion' was added for shredding the effect time.

That is what makes even iron helmets stronger than cattle, so that they can be definitely restrained for a few seconds.

In the meantime, throw Florentine stones - "stones adhered to paralysis poison" - into the iron helmet.

Highly immediate paralysis poison should work quickly.

At the same time it works, the effects of the Magic Formation disappear.

"- Grr......!

An unexpected counterattack strikes me, and my iron helmet rises as I roar low.

The paralysis poison is working.

There is some blood coming from the stone-eating cowhead, and his legs are trembling tremendously. It is the wind that the poison is finally standing around.

- Right here.

"Fuck ya oraaaa!!!!

I still saw an opportunity here to roll out on Step Street.

Sash releases just a stepping stone, which opens up his "material" and fleshes, making it the basis of a spear and a special blow.

It was exactly what we should call an instant kill.

Weight, speed, body judgment.

A rather shaped blow, complete with every element sublimated with moves, was quite an attack, no matter how anyone saw it.

Packing the distance faster than blinking, Sash's spear pierced the belly of the iron helmet, which was empty.

I stabbed him, though.

"Not good!!

“Paper Swallow” was at the same time.

Be true to the basics.

Sash, who poked and tried to pull... the movement stopped for a moment.

It stopped me.

Swallow the cuttoe, on the iron helmet muscles.

Faithful to the basics, every spear (...) tried to distance himself from his body - due to his acquired habit, which was unfavourable due to the scarcity of experience in action, Sash could not leave the spear abandoned.

"- Gumo-o-o-o-o-o-o!!

Despite the fact that the paralysis poison is working, the iron helmet shakes up his right arm at the mercy of force and swings sideways.

"... Huh!?

We failed to leave, and in the meantime, we lost our lives.

The arm of the iron helmet, Sash ate by Moro.

And along with a strong striking sound like I'd never heard before, all the spears I still wouldn't let go were lightly beaten to the back of the woods.

Everything was carried as step by step and as calculated.

But in just one second of being born into a moment of stray, twitching, unexpected things, the situation overshadowed.

- This is the fear of action.