In the surroundings, grasslands as far as the eye could see had stretched out.
Diablo and Shera walked the dirt path of wheel track remains towards Fort Bridge Ulg.
In Sheraâs hand was the refreshment of Grape Wine.
As she talked about this and that, Diablo occasionally made agreeing responses.
The topic that tended to derail became to be about Rem.
ăYou know, Rem sure is amazing! Even though sheâs about the same age as me, sheâs properly being an adventurer by herself, she has a high level as a Summoner, and she has self-confidence!ă
ăIf itâs self-confidence, donât you have it as well?ă
ăItâs because Iâm a genius! ButâŠâŠself-confidence, I donât really have that? Being a genius is just something that I was told that I wasâŠâŠThatâs why, I donât have genuine self-confidence.ă
ăFumu.ă
ăDiablo, help me out, okay? Iâm going to get even bigger! If you sell favors to me now while you still can, itâll probably be a benefit for you!ă
She puffed out her chest with pride.
So youâre going to get even bigger than thatââis what he thought, then drove that thought out from his head.
Feeling like he was going to remember last nightâs sensation, he tore his eyes away from Sheraâs chest.
ăThen you better put in some great effort.ă
When he said only that, Shera cheerfully nodded.
For her, she seemed to have talent. Since she did, she wanted to become an Adventurer, which had a spirit of self-reliance.
Being someone that kept close to advanced level people without working and taking the leftovers of the rewards was something that she did not desire. That sort of person was despised as âa Parasite Playerâ in the game.
For Shera, she didnât want to be limited to only relying on Diablo and Rem, and was thinking that she wanted to become a full-fledged Adventurer that could think and act in her own special way.
Whether she knew of Diabloâs wish or not, Shera was happy-go-lucky.
ăThe weather sure is nice~~, but, a simple delivery sure is boring.ă
ăIndeed.ă
Like this, rather than a quest, it was just an errand.
It might be just right for a level 1 Adventurer, but Diablo was about level 150. Shera was a level 30 Magician. Though it looks like she hasnât memorized any magic yet.
It was boring in no small way.
ââI wonder if an ăIntrusionă[1] or something could happen?
An Intrusion is when a high level monster appears in a low level quest. There were cases of scenarios like that, and there were also times where one would unluckily happen to pass by.
From the Playerâs perspective, it was an unwelcome accident.
ăAh! I see it!ă
Shera pointed.
It was Fort Bridge Ulg.
On the day that he was summoned to this other world, he had the not very pleasant memory of being called to a halt by a guard.
Though, since he went through yesterday as well, it was probably alright now.
While lightly touching the horns on his head, he thoughtââlooking at the state of society, it seems like there will be many times that these horns will be the cause of trouble.
However, saying âthe horns are just for decorationâ at this point and taking them offâŠâŠHe lost the timing to do that.
As he chased after Shera who had gone into a jog, they finally arrived at Fort Bridge Ulg.
The ground changed from a dirt path of wheel track remains to maintained stone paving.
At Fort Bridge Ulg, there was a stone bridge that linked the East and West sides of the river.
And then, when facing away from the town, right before the bridge, there was the fortress that acted as the guardsâ station.
This meant that enemies coming from the West would attack on top of the bridge and travelers coming from the East would get checked before crossing the bridge.
That fortress had become noisy for some reason.
The number of guards was clearly large.
ăWhatâs going on? Is it a festival?ă
ăIt doesnât look like it.ă
The state of the gathered guards wasnât calm.
Not only were they all carrying weapons, the even had armor equipped. One could understand that pressure hung about in the air.
When Diablo and Shera approached them, the frenzied guards prepared their weapons.
ăIt, itâs a Demonic Being!ă
ăWhy did it come from the direction of the town!?ă
ăD, damn you! Iâll do it! Iâm going to do it! Uooohhhââ!!ă
It looked like they would slash at them with their swords at any moment.
ăWh, whatâŠâŠ?ă
Shera became stiff with fear.
Diablo projected out ăthe Staff of Tenmaă.
ăWhat is wrong with you people? I am not a Demonic Beiââă
ăPre, prepare yourself!ă
One of the guards prepared his halberd. It looked like he was going to use an assault-type ăMartial Artă.
Yesterday, he wasnât suspected of being a Demonic Being. Now, they had enough energy to one-sidedly decide that he was a Demonic Being and looked ready to even attack him.
Stuck with not having a satisfying explanation of the mysteriousness of the situation, Diablo was about to use an interception magic.
At that time, one of the guards ran in.
ăWait, wait! Youâve got it wrong! This person is a Demon! Heâs one of Rem-sanâs companions!ă
He recognized the short, curled up brown hair and the childish looks.
ăYou, are you the one that called me to a halt the day before yesterday?ă
He nodded with a nervous look on his face.
ăY, yes. I am called Boris. I am sorry about that occasion.ă
ăTo mistake me for the likes of those Demonic BeingsâŠâŠit would seem that everyone is considerably worked up. Did something happen?ă
ăTo tell you the truth, having heard a report from a patrol, everyoneâs on edge.ă
ăA report you say?ă
ăY, yes, umâŠâŠHow should I say thisâŠâŠI donât think youâll believe me even if I say something like this butâŠâŠă
Although it was coming out from his mouth, it somehow seemed like Boris himself had doubts about his own words.
He pointed to the West.
ăIt would seem that a large army of Demonic Beings surpassing a hundred-something is headed towards this Fort Bridge.ă
Even for Diablo, this was a report that was hard to believe so suddenly.
ââDemonic Beings numbering over a hundred-something? Attacking in a large army?
He had never heard of such an event.
Demonic Beings were configured so that each one of them would be several times stronger than Adventurers of the races. In cases where they took the stage, in whatever scenario it was, they were treated as mid-bosses or big-bosses.
At the very least, it wasnât an opponent that one would unexpectedly encounter in the middle of exploring a dungeon.
Challenging a single Demonic Being with a party of six or with the combined efforts of several parties cooperating was normal in the game.
If itâs the Demonic Beings of this area, would they be around level 90?
So heâs saying that enemies as strong as that are coming here in an army that surpasses a hundred-something.
It seemed that a large-scale ăIntrusionă that was impossible in the game was trying to occur.
Note:
[1] Original: äč±ć „. Not sure if this is the proper gaming term or not as Iâm not much of a gamer.
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