A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat? - 255 282

It was a certain tavern in the Detroit Republic that Reid overheard it.

There’s a regular look on his face and a streamer.

A little fat man like him with only half his ass in the counter seat was slightly lighter uplifting the paper of his diabolical correspondence with the man next door.

“Hey… what did I just say” suddenly Reid takes a seat. The glass of ice made a noise.

“Huh?” from the paper the man only peeks into his eyes.

“I’m asking you what you said!

Reid grabbed the man’s chest barn. Paper falls to the floor. With the headline lying on its back, the paper was open.

“What the hell is wrong with you!” Shake Reid’s arm in the act of power.

Several people in the store were taking their seats and staring at Reid.

The master of the counter has his hands on the sword of his hips.

But Reid was blind and picked up the paper that fell on the floor and peered inside.

“Lies, you know…”

What was noted there was the death of King Razhausen, the king’s capital – Arnold Razhausen – and Reinhardt Rickman, the head of the White King’s Knights.

The man at the counter goes to the man next door and to those around him, “It’s okay,” he said, shaking his head with his hands.

Don’t you want to make a scene or were you occasionally a warm one?

“Damn, did you even go crazy? Give it back, it’s mine.” I took the paper.

“Wait… no, I’m sorry”

Reid that hardens without even lowering the hand that had the paper. The man in the counter seat was simply creepy.

“You’re not from this country. It’s a face I don’t see. Was there anyone you knew on it?”

“Heh…”

“Is this what you see?” Ask the paper in one hand. For a man, this was just a leisure time.

“No… the”

“Even so,” while the man next door alerted Reid. “Razhausen is no small country. Sure it was near Greyberg?

“Oh. Nothing but peace. It’s a country.”

“I wonder who did it. Is it the Empire of Lately or the Blood of the Merciful? Or did Cresta send you an assassin?”

“Cresta? What the hell?”

“You don’t know, it’s the Cresta family. Those were the guys who used to be a division of Razhausen. I have roots in the fact that I was evicted from my house when Wang Du was founded. You’ve got enough motive.”

“Well… sure”

I stopped Reid’s back leaving the “Hey” store.

“…” but Reid doesn’t turn around and leaves the store behind.

“Weird people. It’s just that these days,” said the guy in the counter seat.

“Pascantine or utopia, or Artemias or Cattleya”

“There was a Pulstera, and then there was Mod Hern.”

“You’re just a refugee,” said the man next door.

“Shine, the country is dead. This could be it.”

“You don’t have that, what the hell, Eight Chicks?

“So is Pascantine and Utopia. But he died.”

“That’s intelligent. Tomorrow is our day.”

“I don’t care where the liquor is. Master, another drink.”

The quiet tavern heard a light laugh.

One carriage leaving Detroit Light.

Looking out the window, the difference is a frightening line of refugees.

The earth around Detroit Light is a meadow area with poor scaffolding, but after a short run it went into the woods.

But the line of refugees continues.

When I hear screams and ride myself out of the carriage, the rear of the line is somewhat rushed.

Reid takes out the sickle and says, “Wait.” He rushes right to the man.

A refugee in the rear was attacked by a single Seylan.

He has been stripped of a backpack or something with supplies and thrown over the sky.

Seylane utters words and is scattered with gestures that deride humans.

“Decoration of the Flaming Marrow (Casque de Ife)”!

Burning flames waver in the palm of Reid’s hand, flowing to Seylane, obsessed with confused refugees, to head.

“Wow!” Seylan noticed just before and hastily avoided. “Chi, you humans”

“You guys, just run!” Ask the refugees to evacuate as if they were in the way.

Seylane stalled over, staring down at Reid and looking down.

“You… Seylane?” I looked up over my back at the refugees fleeing.

“Why Help”

“… do you speak the language” slight confusion.

“Naturally.”

“You… you’re a monster”

Seylane remained silent and looked down at Reid for a while. No sign of an attack.

“The time for blessings is near. All will return, all of you.”

“What?” frowned. But Seylan is silent.

“Why help,” said Seylan.

What the hell are you talking about?

“I hear why you help. What does it have to do with you, like the presence of trace amounts?”

Seylane asked pale as if to read out the text.

Reid doesn’t understand, he just has a hard look.

“For now” a deep sigh Reid. “Whether it’s a monster or a demon, it’s an adventurer to hunt if you run into a monster. Demons are rare. I’ll sell it to the Magic Instructors Association and make it my life.”

Reid took out a sickle more than a flaming flame.

Flames like fire that keep floating around your body protect Reid, and the vigilant Seylane doesn’t try to get close.

“I’ve never seen a demon before, but it’s not like a rumor. I heard the magic was mighty. I think I can take you down.”

“Wasn’t it a good opportunity… was it too early? But we must see you back.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll eat you, and they’ll eat you, too. I’m not gonna let you get away with this alone.”

Spread your wings, your lower body twirls like a sea snake. To restrain.

Reid smiled, not even timidly thin.

He swung a big sickle and threw it over the sky.

Seylane couldn’t have predicted, she panicked and screamed, slitting one wing when she was late to escape.

I fall flat as it is.

Meanwhile, sucked by a skillful flame, the Great Sickle is at Reid’s disposal.

“There’s a reward, can we get something out of those refugees? I saved him for once.”

“… have a blessing day”

From the niggered side, a sickle swung down to Seylane.

“Sir, would you spare me the boulder? It doesn’t stink.”

“Shut up, man, be patient. You’re already Derms Aldan anyway.”

“Ha… but hey, they’ll stop you at the gate anyway”

“I didn’t protect anyone.”

“What?”

“… what, you don’t know. The King of Child Killers is no longer willing to rule this land. In essence, the country collapsed. By the hands of the blood of the merciful.”

After a while, the carriage passes through the main entrance of Darms-Aldan and enters the castle town.

“Husband…” The man in question was puzzled by the state of the interrogation office.

“I told you. This country is no longer functioning as a kingdom. This has nothing to do with us. Eight of them won’t care. Come on, go to the Magic Instructors Association. Sell this guy out.”

“Ha…” sighing snort.

The carriage carriage was loaded with the bodies of Seylane.

The town was idle, even though the streets reeked of death.

There are also few crowds.

You said no to Seylan.

Letting the carriage wait outside the Magic Instructors Association, Reid takes Sai Lane on his shoulders and heads to the reception.

There is no shadow of those who were once White King knights there.

“Hey, grandma, give me a church person. We’re not gonna talk about this.”

“I am. I’m from your church.”

“Then get out the guy who understands the story. This is a demon, you can’t refuse it. Surely there must have been a non-human division in the church. You called for a demon offering.”

“Oh, no, that happened. I know you very well.”

Was the old woman just bogged down or disappeared behind the door as I remembered?

After a while, he brought back a man or woman wearing about three robes.

“Here, this is…” One of them. The old man with the white jaw chilled his liver.

“Hey, why don’t you buy it out quickly? I don’t care if you’re a woman or a grandfather.”

“Or I’ll buy it out. Sure, I’ll buy it out.”

The old man, sweating on his forehead, instructs him to carry him to his companions.

Reid showed tongue punching and irritation at the look of it.

At last, the old lady at the reception paid me.

Reid stares at the old woman all the time, but does not evil, and the old man prompts the old woman to disappear behind the door.

“Did you say Lord Reid”

“Oh, come on.”

“You know what? Sai Lane, which you carried this time, but I don’t want you to talk too much elsewhere.”

The one remaining old man looked impatient.

“… what do you mean”

An envelope that will be given “this”.

“… what the hell, a stopping fee?” Inside was a bundle of bills.

“I don’t want you to talk to me. And then, which way is that?

“It’s a forest near Detroit Light. He attacked a refugee.”

“Really…” An old man who shuts up to think about something.

“What were you upset about earlier? I had cancer. It’s just Sai Lane. From this amount, I hear you’re not… I’ll keep my mouth shut, as long as I get the money, that’s fine with me. I don’t want to be involved in a child killing situation.”

Reid said so, turning his back, and proceeded to walk outside.

“That Sai Lane, did you tell him anything… that, say the words”

“What?… oh. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

“Oh well… then. We look forward to seeing you again.”

A soggy old man, Reid wrinkled between his eyebrows, leaving the spot behind.

After letting the passengers hold the fare and the charges for the carriage drop off, they take another carriage and visit the town on a whim.

But it’s not like I can see tourists other than myself, “This place has changed,” he murmured.

“So take a look at Master Schneizel.”

That was when the main entrance to the royal castle passed the street in front of it.

The carriage stopping in front of the gate was in sight, but not particularly concerned, Reid was going to pass.

But I heard a familiar woman.

Looking back, a woman in a pure white light outfit is approaching the guard in some way and complaining.

“Hey, you…”

Reid called, and before long the man looked back.

“… Reid”

The woman was slightly upset when she saw Reid’s face.

Reid grins with a nigga.

“Sierra……”

Reid waved lightly in illumination, answering.

In the carriage that stops. Reid takes a deep sigh.

Sierra across the street.

For the first time in a long time, there was a part of me that didn’t know how to cut it out.

“I knew I had to be. But hey, I knew you should have traveled with Nito. That’s what I think we should do now. That’s Hilda’s… no, it’s for you”

“… every thing has a good opportunity. I truncated myself. Not now, not then.”

“It’s no excuse, but I also had a job as White King that could have been achieved by being beside him.”

“Ren?”

“When I hadn’t seen him in a while, he had darker eyes. I noticed one day that he was one of Grayberg’s brave men, wasn’t he?

“…” Sierra turned away.

“I knew it. A while back, the same name was on the demonic comms. Masamune. Everything’s supposed to be dead. That’s what convinced me, to the power of that habitual man away.”

“Masamune is…”

“For once, he’s the hero who saved Wang Du. Hey, Sierra, did you ever want anything from him for a second?

……

“If you wanted to, for that matter, you should have supported him. No, it’s not like that, but it’s just that it was good. I could do the White King’s assignment, I just wanted to make as many excuses as I wanted… Hey Sierra, what happened…”

“… what…” but Sierra knows.

“Who killed the king… and killed Reinhardt” Reid’s gaze drops.

“… I don’t know. The witness is Daniel. In the hall… His Majesty’s body and Reinhardt’s …”

“Empire.”

“… no, I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“Who’s partitioning now? Daniel.”

“Yes…. no, it’s Master Patrick”

“He did? You think that fucking kid’s the king?

“Because he’s your son.”

“You can’t do anything for as long as you want. Nobody disagreed.”

“Of course there are forces that disagree. It’s the Cresta family.”

“Oh, my God,” Reid frowned. “That must have been the nobility of Detroit Light.”

“Yes, but in the light of this, Patrick will not serve…”

“I guess Cresta didn’t kill him. I did hear rumors like that.”

“I don’t know. Bloodline is unique to Razhausen, whether it’s Patrick or Cresta.”

“Once you’re away, it’s over. Now that His Majesty is dead, there’s only Patrick left. It’s like Grayberg and Razhausen, it’s really the ones who keep protecting their pedigree. Baqi and the small countries around it can no longer be called hybrids. Don’t just give it to Cresta. I’m trying to figure something out.”

“Yes. So all the White Kings are against it. Reid, would you please come back to the king’s capital?”

“… what brings you here,” Reid distracted himself.

“… to Master Schneizel, it’s a glance.”

“Pay up front.”

“Yes.”

“……………… Bye. I’ll help you with that first,” Reid said, opening the carriage door.

“Helping, I mean…”

“You know what I mean? I’ll match you to the King of Son Killers.”

“… but how”

Reid had a prank grin.

The two men, who climbed the wall of their sleeves after aiming at the gap where the guards had made an approximation, broke into the interior of the royal castle.

“Reid, isn’t this a shitty boulder?”

“At the request of the adventurer, I told you to sneak into the mansion and kill my lord. Rather, this one makes more money than a monster crusade. I mean people are in trouble with people, not monsters. I’ve been doing all those requests lately.”

“…” I looked sadly sideways at Reid’s expression.

“Don’t pity me. I’m from this side of the world. His majesty picked me up on some roundabout, and asked me to be the White King of the Ashes.”

“Somebody’s coming.”

They hid in the bush.

And at an unexpected time, after the guard left, he entered the royal castle from the garden.

“I’m telling you, I’m not going back to being a knight anymore,” I hid behind a pillar.

“… is that right?”

“We’ll talk about the details later, that’s what we’re talking about.”

At the end of Reid’s gaze there was a big door.

After the eye contact, they walked straight ahead.

“Hey, what are you guys!

And he snuck into the throne chamber, and his servant was bewildered by his appearance. I see more than one, but not many.

In front of me is the figure of Schneizel, illuminated by the day he enters through a glass window.

Cheeks on the throne, sitting deep, relaxed and powerless expression to both of them.

“White armor…… Hello, White King Knight? I remember seeing it all the time…. right. That was definitely when I came to Razhausen…”

The voice of the unhegemonic king changed the expression of Sierra and Reid to pity, respectively.

“I’m sorry. I’m forced, I’m pushed in…” Sierra bows her head.

“You can’t apologize for one thing,” the servant stood up. “Which hand is it? This is between kings.”

“Good, stay back, my lords. They are probably from Razhausen, so be it.”

“… Yes. I came from Razhausen, the king’s capital. My name is Sierra Ecalato.”

“Uhm.” I saw a servant pulling back -. “And what use is this for me?”

“Well, I thought you were sending me the documents… but one day I stopped at the border…”

The document is about Razhausen’s request to each country against the Empire.

The kind of temporary alliance is described.

Schneizel was positive, but since he began to be called a child slayer, he has dug into the castle.

I hadn’t even looked at the documents.

You were talking about killing Uranos.

“Yes.”

“I remember, I did receive it. But there will be no more empires. According to the story, the blood of that merciful man and his body were buried? Well, let’s just say I’m one of them, huh?”

After a high laugh, Schneizel sighs as deeply as she is tired.

“The story is that there were scattered bodies believed to be their people, but according to a reporter who strolled around the castle, there were no emperor’s bodies”

“Ah, you want to tell me he’s still alive, but that’s why it’s what’s up. There is no more empire. The alliance your lords seek concerns against the Empire. I don’t need that anymore. Go home, to the king’s capital.”

“But… Reid?” Before Sierra, Reid stood with grandeur.

“What is it,” Schneizel frowned expressionlessly.

“Reid Black. He’s just an adventurer.”

“Do, what an adventurer”

Reid is disgusted by the look on his face and his rotten, abandoned eyes.

but pushed to the back of his expression to kill him.

“There’s no point in talking about how the blood of the merciful is. This was launched before the Empire for the purpose of stopping the prospect of Uranos Darmskail. You know that, too.”

“… it’s barbaric, what is an adventurer? I haven’t had a minute.”

A sip of wine at the table by the side, Schneizel distracting from Reid.

“There is no great power to lend a hand to the demands of small nations. The only thing that responded less was this country. That’s why I bothered to take my feet,” Reid, representing Sierra’s thoughts.

“I’m sorry I gave you crappy hope. Is that all right?

“… Aren’t you ashamed to be king? You are.”

“Enough is enough. Kick these people out. Whether it’s me or not, it’s better than the king who’s been assassinated. I stopped lending a hand to crappy hope. Every man leaps, like me… and the pure and foolish sees the fool. I also saw some darkness. Even the reality of this country is darkness if you put it in the back alley. Peace is only on the table. But still, if you can…”

Schneizel accidentally shut up.

“… I can lend you a hand. You can use the rest of the Golden Knight as you like. But as much as that, I’m not gonna lend you a hand. It’s at random, like responding.”

“You can decide after you’ve done it for nothing,” Reid reinforces the tone.

“… right. If so, why not ask Lord Nito? The power of that man is comparable to the military power of a nation. What a great magician. Mmm, that’s good. It should have been Lord Nito who saved the King’s capital from every ambush. Use that edge. This is my response.”

“Let’s go, Sierra,” Reid throws up his tongue and turns his back.

“Master Schneizel, really, do you think that’s a good idea?” and Sierra.

“… the sound of unanimity is truly beautiful. but there is no power there. If you can do something with emotion theory, I would have killed Uranos and others 20 years ago. You called me Sierra.”

“Yes.”

“Later or earlier, the abyss will not save the world. They will betray you sooner or later. But if you want to leave Uranos, you can no longer only stay with Lord Nito. Otherwise even the higher adventurers will gather? Do you want to gather even the Great Mage? If you do that, Razhausen will be the next one to be targeted. I have an alliance with Lord Nito. The Great Mage, but even if your lords pull you out, you can be my witness and allow me. Countries will also be convinced. And then it’s up to you.”

“… does DarmsAldan mean you can’t help me”

“I lost the power to lend and so on. Take a look at the royal castle and see the town. Where is the power in this country… there is nothing more I can do but make this proposal”

Out of much sympathy, that pity, Sierra could not answer anything.

I couldn’t answer, Reid urged me to leave the hall behind.