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We have finally reached the southwest of the Kingdom of Panagium, at the southernmost tip of the Gigas line, near the extinct walls of the Crade Grand Mountains.

More south than here is the eternal neutral zone, the beginning of the end of the world where barren mountains that do not even grow grass just continue.

It looks like a candidate for a Gigasline detour at first glance if it's limited on the map, but it doesn't get hired very often.

Let me tell you something I've actually been through a few times, there's no such thing as a well-behaved road over there.

Each time you climb down, drain your health, and lose soldiers if you encounter powerful unique monsters on the edge.

And we've managed to break through, and there's no exit ahead of us.

After you've reached your goal, you'll start going back over the Clade Mountains again, which sucked.

"Oh, what's up, Sister Cookles?

Conversely, there was also a convenient part for us today.

The land around here is closer in nature to the demon kingdom than on the human side, and there are few who want to get closer because monsters come out. So no one lived there, and it was a good idea to hide and spend time with them.

"No... just somehow..."

Cookles sat down with his hood and hips, tumbling down into a moz tree.

By then, the sky had also changed shades, with a slightly soggy, cedary sunshine shooting into the woods.

The eastern sky is a flock of blue, the overhead is a cedar, and on the western side there are dark clouds of the demonic realm.

"You've come a long way..."

"Yeah, it's been a long time since I've been on this side. Whatever, man, there's nothing here."

She looked east and looked up at the cedary heavens as she fixed her sweaty hair.

"Exactly, the escape of love, what a romantic word comes to mind, I feel like even the sky is full of freedom and openness"

You didn't like the work of the diocese?

That's what I called it and stopped it. I guess not.

But it's tough when it's a duty, even for a job you like. Wasn't that all the Cathedral Sister was obliged to do as well?

"We'll cross the Gigas line when the sun goes down. Some settlements can be resting points ahead of them, so you should see what's going on there."

That duty and reward also prompted her to lose her marriage.

I am here exposed to me. Whenever you lose it, it's not long.

"Settlements…. Across the Gigas line....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Yes, there's only one human settlement on that side."

Cookles somehow realized that it was in the pallidum.

Is that why you don't ask me details?

She is a person who seeks relief for the weak. So when it came to the people who had been turning away until today, they seemed to have a lot of complex emotions.

"Ha...... the sky is beautiful, me, maybe I even forgot the natural aesthetic feel. I'd like to take a quick look inside Mr. Catfish."

That's all I could soak in my sentiments, I snorted and smelled the area apart.

Put your hands on Rapier to check the direction of the smell and the current wind direction.

"Well it doesn't seem that easy. I'm not convinced..."

"Oh, what's going on? Oh, could I..., wah, I... smell funny or something?!

No, it's not. He appeared to interrupt our conversation, as he had told us.

Out of nowhere in the woods came the dull voice of a man.

"Surprised... maybe you don't..., that bereto route huh? He betrayed the Demon Army and was executed.

No, I'm not immortal.

But now, what does this mean? Soytz emits the same smell as it did from Prince Salazar earlier. Something more intense than that.

"Oh, I see..."

I came that far and realized I was doing it.

That this raw smell is something special emitted by some kind of demon tribe.

"Hey, right, tell me you are. Hey?

"Unfortunately, I'm not the same person, I like this Cookles, I just kidnapped them to be my daughter-in-law, they're just sketchy demons."

"Hih, su, su, you were going to do something sketchy to me, so awesome?! Oh, no, I'm ready for that..."

Truly took it and Cookles turned away from me.

How interesting that was, the assassin makes a guerrilla and characteristic laugh.

"... why don't you show up more than that, Sarasar ordered you to come after me?

"Whoa, so is that, let's do that"

Then something descended with the dosari over the tree in the back of the front.

It was what I imagined it would be. That's a slightly rare demonic tribe with frog properties, a species called Frogger.

I dare you to put it flat again. A chasing frog man appeared before us.

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"Huh?! Heck, frogs yaaaaaa!!

Frogger's green skin glowed with tecateca in the cedar sun.

The golden eye holes move around giggling, laughing happily at the screams of Sister Cookles.

"Why do you think that, on what grounds, you don't? Oh, your new wife doesn't like froggers? Are you okay? Guerrolo, you shouldn't judge people by their looks ~"

That was a light frog bastard.

Pursuit looks like a seemingly funny half, and a pretty good chatter too.

"Because I smelled you from Salazar. I guess that's why I have a relationship, until I deduced so.... I didn't think the Demons were becoming human servants."

I tried to provoke him to try, but he didn't come on board. It doesn't seem to be a short breath.

He sounds a gello throat fine as to what is wrong with it and observes me with his well-moving eyes.

Bereto, Root. Do you still doubt if it's that person?

"Correct - ♪ I am, I'm a log sent by the Orthodox. Poor frog, who's attached to Sarasar's evil taste. Come on."

"Well, that's pathetic...... Hih, hih, please tell me beforehand when you look at me...!

Green-haired beautiful Sister escaped behind a cat human smaller than herself.

It's the right decision, you frog bastard, it smells bad at any rate.

"It hurts...... okay, but anyway, at the end of the day, I'm a meaty woman (...)"

"Huhuhuhuhu... meat? Didn't you just say something even more outrageous?

My predictions were on, this green one like the amateur is a chatter bastard.

I got in a good mood for the question, throated, and turned my gaze to the woman I treated meat with.

"You want to know? Then I'll tell you - that's what Sarasar said, Cookles, even the new meat, gelolololololol..."