Dream Life

July 3, 4pm.

Leaving Kilnarek, we arrived safely in the village of Bowden without a thing.

The arriving village of Bowden was a small village with a population of about 300 inhabitants, surrounded by wooden walls about 3 m high. However, the wooden fence is damaged by the way and does not do much to prevent the demon from entering.

They say there are about ten inns because they are lodgings on the main street, Als Street, but they don't look very rich. The fact that there are many elderly people walking in the village, with few children and young people, and the appearance of a tired, and giving up, look on those elderly people may be the reason why it seems so.

Ask Guy about it,

"I heard that demons often come and go around here, so I couldn't expand the fields. If it wasn't worth it as an accommodation, it would have been abandoned at the moment... so maybe some young people left the village who couldn't find hope in their lives in the village"

I wondered why I didn't hunt demons.

"Shouldn't we hunt demons like our village? Plus you could hire mercenaries here... why wouldn't you do that?

Guy shakes his head sideways and explains that the village of Rasmore is the exception.

"The village of Rasmore is special. If you have strong men like your predecessors and Lord Walt, you can't fight demons. Even if you hire mercenaries, they don't have attachments to this village either, they only work for the reward..."

Without a powerful commander like my grandfather, and without a good soldier like our squire in the nucleus, even if the ordinary villagers have bundled up, they are no match at all for a slightly stronger demon to the extent of an oak.

They also struggled pretty hard at first in the village of Rasmore, so I guess it's impossible to talk about the extent of the village vigilante against demons.

If it were a village a little bigger, a branch of the Adventurer Guild would probably be set up, but since it is too small a village, no branch is set up here. For once, a constant crusade request has been made by the Alliance, but being away from both Kilnarek in the south and Thornbrough in the north, where the branch is located, is causing the adventurers to keep their feet away.

The request for a demon crusade is a very dangerous job, highly rewarded for it, but the reward remains almost unchanged if it is the same demon. As a result, few adventurers come all the way to this village far from town. If you're a rich village, the village will put you on top of the reward, but in this little village you don't always have enough leeway to put you on top.

The villagers also believe that security will be ensured in the village as long as there are its escorts, as the merchants come to the village on a regular basis. Then it may have come to the conclusion that it is enough not to expand the village by force and to do business with the merchants.

But with this small village, you can only produce your own food. So food for the merchants will be bought from the outside. Naturally, the cost will be put on board the boarding house, but the money will not flow to the village farmers. Viewed throughout the village, the inn does not produce a great deal of profit and in the end the village does not develop.

(A castle fort city like Kilnarek would have had some more room to develop, but now the state is just being kept alive by the merchants. Moreover, in this village, where information comes in from outside, the young people find no future here and abandon it. A village with a lord may have worked it out, but in a village without a leader, we live the day, so it's best. I know you think you need to do something about it, but I guess you can't afford to do even the specifics... thinking about it, my village of Rasmore is a blessed village...)

With that in mind, we move on inside the village.

The village itself was about five hundred m square, and the inn was consolidated in its centre.

The carriage is headed east from the inn. There's about a hundred meters square or meadow ahead, and it looks like we're supposed to stop the carriage there.

We broke up with the merchants, Nortons, and the four of us went looking for an inn.

All the inns are old buildings with two wooden floors, and I have no idea which one is a good one. Guy said he rarely came around here either, and he was in good hands.

When we were worried, Byron, the captain of the convoy, called out.

"If you don't seem to have decided on an inn, how about an inn with us? I don't have a big inn, but I'll be in the best category for once."

I give Guy a signal when I let him see me. He answered on my behalf.

"I'll leave you to Lord Byron. Two rooms for two, please."

Byron nods and leads us.

He stops in front of a single inn and points his finger "Here it is". He's right, the buildings and gardens are relatively well maintained, and they look like the most decent of this village.

That impression didn't change when I went inside, and I was a little relieved in a room that looked clean.

(I wondered what I would do if it was a bed like a dandelion or a cilantro coming out of a zorro, but this would be fine. Even if you just introduced me to this inn, it's worth doing with Byron)

After I decided to leave the village, I was asking around a lot about Liddy, Guy, Hector and other people who were used to traveling. There was much dissatisfaction about the Inn in that story, especially about the pests.

When I lived in Japan, there were no pest-like pests because it was an urban apartment. Bedding was frequently heavenly sun-dried for the price, and pest control drugs were regularly sprayed.

Even in the village of Rasmore, there was a life full of nature around it, but thanks to the cleanliness of the servants, it was unrelated to the leaves and fleas.

So I decided to figure out if I could do the magic of pest control.

The first thing I came up with was a drug-sprayed insecticide.

It's like Bao Sun, but I couldn't think of any insecticidal ingredients and refused to do so.

The next thing I thought about was a warm air futon dryer. It was about making warm winds with the magic of wind and fire.

Once completed, the spell could not be made because it would be compound magic, and the amount of magic (MP) consumed was in vain. When I gave up, I stumbled upon Liddy's appearance and came up with an easy solution.

I mean, I'll do it alone, so it'll be compound magic, and if you two work together, it'll be simple magic. To make it happen, I took a way to raise the air temperature and get her to send the wind.

Both of these have spells, and because you can use the magic of the pseudo-perche effect, temperature control is easy, and yet MP consumption is low. The wind doesn't create strong winds either, so Liddy shoulders less.

The two of us had practiced many times to complete the warm wind pest control magic.

Just in case, I tried that magic again today, but I'm not sure Dani's dead.

Tomorrow morning, I decided to think I would have succeeded if I hadn't itched.

Due to the time available until dinner, I decided to train Guy and swordsmanship in a nearby vacant lot.

Sharon also learns his protective swordsmanship from his Liddy opponent, and the four of us sweat.

I was just bored with bareback, so I glanced at a nearby tree stick on a wooden sword and started a mock fight.

Unlike his grandfather and Nicholas, his opponent Guy's swordsmanship is a speed-oriented swordsmanship of his own. It moves into small pieces to the left and right, poking at this gap and aiming at steep points such as the neck, wrists, and knees. Ever since I became a squire, I have learned swordsmanship from my grandfathers, making it a fairly complete swordsmanship, albeit self-styled.

Meanwhile, my swordsmanship belongs to the Orthodox I learned from my grandfather. But I'm adding a little arrangement to that.

The biggest change was the combination of muscle strength enhancement and reflex nerve enhancement.

Demon fighting is a technique that flushes magic into your body and temporarily improves your physical abilities, but is difficult to use.

It consumes a lot of magic and cannot keep the magic flowing all the time. I would prefer a method to use instantaneously, as I used for Byron, but when I'm meeting my sword, I have to concentrate on the struggle, and I can't afford to let the magic flow through my body.

For this reason, I train them to use magic fighting techniques instantaneously when they are distanced, etc.

This demon fighting technique, but if I use it too much, I have a terrible muscle ache. I know it's because I'm forced to move my muscles, but sometimes I get fatigue fractures when I'm terrible. Both muscle pain and fatigue fractures can be handled by healing magic, but it is useless that fatigue fractures are broken at times of need. Care is taken not to overburden the body, and training is always carried out with awareness of optimal magic control.

I've gotten quite used to it lately, and can move similar to the "shrinkage" I used for Byron, as well as acrobatic like a leading gymnast. For me, I think it could be a trump card alongside magic.

When me and Guy were doing a mock fight, the mercenaries were gathering together before we knew it.

I wondered if the Byrons would train as well, and if they were in the way, I would call them back.

Byron came before me, shaking his head small, then bowing his head, "Could you go with me," he said.

Guy goes forward to shelter me "better stop".

Byron is a big two-handed swordsman.

I didn't have a tough swordsman like him around me, so I was hoping to make up my mind for once.

Guy must be worried about me getting hurt badly. I walked out in front of Byron, controlling him with my hands like that.

"One hand, Professor, please. If you don't even die instantly, I don't care about the degree of fracture. Regards."

When I bow my head, I twitch like I'm surprised by the mercenaries. It must have been surprising for a noble child with a great mouth to bow his head to a single mercenary. Or maybe it was surprising that you said you wouldn't complain if you were injured.

Byron said, "Quiet! If you'll excuse Master Zacharias!," he sipped, silencing his men.

He had a wooden sword for training. That wooden sword is huge beyond a 1.5m, and if you hit it directly in the head, you won't be sorry for just the injury. Knowing this, the mercenaries may have raised their voices of surprise.

As he slowly lifted the wooden sword, it felt like his giant had grown even bigger.

(You're like a stick. And it's so intimidating. I'm not an Orthodox swordsman like Nikolas, but I have the style of "Tsuwa-no", a strong man who worked out in action. If you don't fly this from the beginning, don't get beat up in less than a minute...)

I wasn't trying to beat him.

Because I thought lightly that working with a type like him would help me in the future.

But as soon as Byron set up the wooden sword, he changed his mind.

The killing that was released from him was not the usual thing, he felt his skin poppy and his billowing and electricity flowing.

(If you're not going to kill me, this one will kill me. I feel like I've never been seriously murdered by anyone before...)

I jumped to the right using demon fighting, trying to get ahead of Byron before he set me up.

It instantly moves sideways about 3m and sticks in linearly from his left side.

Something swayed then.

I followed my instincts, gave up the attack and jumped to roll further to the right.

Shortly afterwards, the ground where I was exploded and the impact hit me.

Looks like Byron's real blow burst into the ground and felt its aftermath.

I was wary of that blow.

(What's that? If I stick it in there, you ate that one... I'm seriously coming to kill you. I remember the first time you and I had a mock fight...)

I distance myself again and breathe once again.

"That's just great. I didn't know I would avoid the blow right now. Now let me go here."

Guy was screaming something, but I couldn't afford to hear it. Because a giant close to two meters approached me in an incredibly sharp move.

Moreover, his attack has not been as massive as earlier, but has unleashed a sharp thrust that takes advantage of the enormous two-handed sword length.

Shh! Byun! I heard the sound of slashing the wind that I also felt, and I felt a fear of death at the sharpness of the attack.

I scream “Awkward!" in my heart, desperately striking down Byron's sword.

But my light strike off just made a dry noise called Katsung, and the attack's orbit has hardly changed.

Though I twisted my body and managed to avoid the tip of my sword, I turned completely backwards for the motion. Byron didn't miss that gap and hit me with every one of those giants.

Desperate to avoid the tip of my sword, I was struck like I had been jumped by a car, blown up a few meters and slapped to the ground not while I was passive.

I was so shocked that I thought my lungs would be empty that I was rolling to the ground like no other.

Guy came in between us saying, "Let's get this far" when he saw how it was going.

I tried to put words on him, but I couldn't speak because of the impact of being slammed to the ground.

That's when I was still going to go on. He wanted to put at least one knife in the cane, and he was trying to get up.

Byron says nothing, stands on the spot, but sees me get up,

"Master Zacharias is still going to do it. Master Jakes, would you mind watching a little more?"

I managed to get up in the meantime and I let him down in a whispering voice, "Guy, I'm fine... I think I'm fine..."

(I could have even managed to play Dear Sir's sword... and yet this man's sword... what do we do? Do we have to keep avoiding it? Any other way......)

I wasn't able to find a way to open this situation at that time.

All I could think about was taking advantage of the speed and stirring it up.

I had no deep meaning, I was hanging demon fighting on my legs again.

Shortly after he finishes hanging his demonic martial arts, he makes it look like he jumps to the left to poke a gap and jumps to the right, adding more acceleration and fleshing to him.

That's when I thought, "I just have to get nostalgic." If only I could get into nostalgia, I'd figure it out.

And he hung the feint a few times, never jumping into Byron's nostalgia.

When his sword waved down passed where I was, I was convinced I'd won.

(All right, that's settled!

I struck my sword into his defenseless flank.

But the next moment, my vision spins.

And his giant wooden sword was poked in front of my eyes, which was being knocked down on my back to the ground and looking up at the sky. I had no idea what had happened and I was confused.

(What happened? I just launched my last offense, and it should have been my win. Why am I rolling on the ground?

"Brilliant. I'm still a Class IV mercenary. I didn't expect a boy as young as 10 years old to have to go this far."

Byron smiled and said so, pulling his sword and offering me his right hand. I take that hand and wake up my body.

"I learned good. Thanks. Really... by the way, what did you do in the end?

He breaks his grubby face and shakes his leg slightly, "It's a foot payment," he said.

(Can you give me a foot payment in that situation... is this the strength of what I was trained to do in action... like I said, I don't have enough experience overwhelmingly...)

Again, I said, "I've learned good. Could you put on an archery when you have time," he bows his head.

"Okay. It was a good study for me, too."

I laugh at him and say, "Hey, it's time to stop saluting him," but he shakes his neck sideways.

"I may serve you in the future. We'll get used to it now for then."

(Apparently you're not really the man you look like. If you tell me you're going to serve me, I can even turn my shame into a beauty talk about being scratched on that spot. If the guys who prefer the hero Tan listen, they'll sound like squires who joined their people by honestly admitting they lost. Besides, this way, time might fix it. I can use it as an excuse to think about the future and let my kids have flowers...)

And I've also somehow figured out the purpose of this simulation.

(This is an appeal to my people, or consideration. I don't know what to say to myself, but my movements aren't normal for a ten-year-old. You wanted to show us that our own captain didn't just lose to kids...... I guess the other thing I could think of was to reveal why they treat me respectfully. If it stays that way, the mercenaries are against me. You mean you hit a play to alleviate that... I guess you also deliberately showed the first blow killer...)

After the simulation, return to the inn and wipe the dusty body.

There were signs of being slapped to the ground, but there were no bruises by the body, foot payments.

(That was pretty subdued. It's Nicholas' arm even in Guy's eyes. I'm not the one who can win even if I stand upside down right now. Well, let's just think I met an interesting guy)

Afterwards, Liddy and Sharon were pretty outraged, so I made him listen to my reasoning. They didn't seem very convinced, but Guy managed to get angry because he agreed with my thoughts.