17 Sixteen stories, crisis and escape.

"It's disrespectful to keep you waiting for me in the midst of a bug race."

If you think the racial adventurer Subaran has added to his needs and returned to his companions - there stood a strange young man of the elf species.

He ties his honey-colored blonde hair behind him and exposes his pointy ears to his jewel-like green eyes.

She was so neat that she mistook her face for a woman as well.

In a way, a typical elf-breed youth stood in the hands of a wide range of swords.

On the side Gilbert, a party member who had a pleasant conversation until earlier, has his neck severed from his torso and his head rolled to the ground.

The elf youth stomped Gilbert's head with his feet after years of misery, awaiting the arrival of Subaran.

"... ugh."

The moment I saw him, there was blood on his head and he raised his voice, but Subaran is a veteran adventurer.

This is not my first irrational death of a fellow.

The other guy is an elf breed, and no matter how you look at it, he's a better person than himself.

With blood on your head, you will surely lose your life.

Subaran breathes and cools his anger in the cold night air.

(Calm down, calm down...)

Repeat 'calm down' over and over in your chest and tell yourself.

Turn your gaze to the other members sleeping in the tent, but death will be confirmed by the massive flow of red liquid.

It looks like Subaran is the only survivor at the moment.

(... surrounded by shallow swamps. If you approach it on foot, you'll definitely notice it by the water noise. Yet Gilbert has been strangled without any sign of contention. Ten, eighty-nine, it would be due to magic)

Calmly make your decision, drop your hips and extend your right hand to your hips.

(The target is a superior elf species who uses witchcraft...... If a racial self fought head-on, he would surely lose. Not very much, but I can't handle it by myself. Call the Adventurer Guild for the murder of an adventurer. That way, say the races that are discriminated against. Adventurers, crusaders are formed by guilds and this guy is killed. If I survive and report this guy's characteristics, race, and information to the Alliance, I win! Don't think of winning on your own!

Back away from Jirijiri and the blonde elf youth and take the distance.

Blonde elf youth, Kate tongued boringly.

"I don't like humans because I talk to them and ignore them. I can't even tell you a little bit of a carefree joke."

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"Why don't you do something about it? How many of the inferiost species of all species are there, pitifully enough, to keep quiet even if they kick their people in the foot?

Kick Gilbert's neck with Kite chopped off.

Don't miss that gap, the trump card when Subaran has trouble from his hips - throwing a smokescreen ball for escape.

"!? Smokescreen! Instead of fighting, you're going to run away!? You've got enough for a hipster!

"Say it, you fucking elf! I'll let you take my enemies one day!

Distracted by the explosively spreading white smoke, Subaran begins to flee.

(The sorcerer is afraid of having no idea what kind of hand he has. But they have weaknesses, too! Most attack magic doesn't make sense unless you visually capture the target to defeat it. I'll let you escape the magic range while you're blindfolded on the smokescreen!

Above all, Subaran is a scout who calls himself a party member's ear and ear.

He has fought monster opponents in three tier marshes for many more years. It's all in my head where there is in this vast three-tier.

Safe places to hide, food for food, water grounds for drinks, etc.

(I'll definitely run you off that fucking elf! And kill Gilbert and the others, and make them pay for the sin they kicked in - eh!?

'Don' the feeling of being pushed hard on the back all the time.

A wide sword grows from the back to the chest.

I immediately understood that it was the sword body that the elf species had in their hands earlier.

The sword body was breaking through Subaran's body to the middle.

It's fatal.

Look down at the dirty sword body with null and his own blood.

"Bullshit! Ooh! On the smokescreen, I didn't know the exact location, duh, it's supposed to... ugh!

I raise my voice to a reality I don't understand, spitting iron-smelling blood out of my mouth.

If this is the kind of attack witchcraft, I think it's something of high attack witchcraft that Subaran doesn't even know about.

But it's an attack with a sword.

How could I pinpoint my back in the smokescreen, knowing exactly where I was and doing everything I could to escape?

He squeezes his power and looks back behind him.

- But there was a different sight there than I expected. Why I was ambushed from behind even though I was blindfolded on the smokescreen at the same time.

Find out why veteran Gilbert was irresistibly murdered, even though he was on guard in a swamp with shallow surroundings.

"Chi, shit, but... Han Soo, shit, but no way -"

Subaran can't even speak the answer and his consciousness is interrupted.

My life came out before I could finish.

Abominable of the dead Subaran, Kite kicks it off.

"Livestock that will only be killed to level me up, and it will cause trouble when it comes to bugs. If you're still going to be murdered by adults, it's cute, but with weird little cunning wisdom, the human (inferior) of this hand is a pain in the ass."

He restarts his mood and checks his status.

But Kite's level wasn't up.

"I don't know if it's up yet... there's only one way. Let's try to kill a race until we get up there."

And he disappears from the spot without sound.

All that remained was the tragically murdered race, the bodies of the adventurers.