100 – no-interval (2)

Even if you have a bad dream, the operation does not stop.

I had to keep moving forward with my depression.

The place where the hero went was my way, and the way to the Devil Castle was always the correct answer.

And we were able to reach the vicinity of Stauffen’s camp smoothly.

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No problem.

“…It’s strange.”

Just because there were no problems with an operation that could have gone wrong, didn’t mean we did it perfectly. The hero stopped and didn’t nod at a word he said, but we all felt the same way as her.

weird.

According to the map, we were now near the camp where Stauffen would be. I hadn’t encountered an enemy, and I hadn’t killed anyone caught in the surveillance net. Although he lowered his body and carefully moved along the shade and trees, he succeeded in infiltrating too perfectly.

Perfection does not guarantee a problem-free situation.

Because there is always a problem in a part that is different from my personal perfection.

Conversely, a problem-free situation did not mean perfect either.

Because somewhere we miss, there’s bound to be a problem.

“…it’s so smooth.”

The warrior opened his mouth once more. Everyone nodded their heads at the warrior’s words. Things are so smooth right now. Even though we were in the middle of enemy lines, there were no enemies aiming at us, and there were no signs of our movements. There didn’t seem to be any rumors going around, and there was no movement to patrol the area in search of a suspicious person.

Rather, it felt like they were waiting with the entrance open all the way, as if they wanted us to come in deeper. As if this huge camp is waiting for it to become a hungry ghost and swallow us.

“You can’t go back.”

said Lena. She too glanced around and nodded, but the reality was that there was no going back.

I’ve come too far to just go back. The hero’s intuition informed them that it was dangerous, but the failure of the operation itself adversely affected the morale of the allies. Even if it fails, even if it succeeds, there must be a basis. Going back only on intuition was not a good story to convince the soldiers.

Ashuria and Millet calmly waited for the hero’s decision. The amount of food in my rucksack was greatly reduced, and the weight of the bag was also light. I straightened my back and nodded to the hero. The warrior touched his chin, pondered for a moment, then looked around and said.

“…Let’s change the strategy. I decided it was dangerous to go in and assassinate him.”

“Then is it a sniping?”

Millet smiled and raised her bow. The hero gathered his sword, aimed the blade in the air, and closed one eye. She moved her hand around like an archer measuring the distance of an arrow, then inserted the sword again and smiled at Millet.

“Similar.”

*****

Follow the path through the gorge and burrow through the enemies, kill the unwary commander within the camp and escape.

Our original plan was canceled because their movements were suspicious.

The second strategy, created according to the hero’s intuition, had to be executed by climbing the high ground first. I had to climb up a desolate stone mountain quite far from the camp, and I hid myself during the day using the hill’s rocks and thick black bushes as a blanket.

At the top of the hill was a beacon of demons. It was clear that the soldiers were guarding it, but it was also a position where one could look inside the camp one after another.

When I reached the top of the mountain, I saw several soldiers lying on the ground and trying to sleep. Before the hero could even speak, Lena threw a dagger between the eyes of the sleeping soldier at the far end.

The soldier, wrapped in a sleeping bag and asleep, stopped breathing without even opening his eyes.

The hero drew his sword and turned to us.

“Save one, kill all. I have something to check.”

Millet nodded, pulled out his bow, and cut the throat of the soldier lying in front of him with the bowstring. The soldier, who opened his eyes in agony, saw the blood gushing from his neck, made a sound of air escaping, rolled his eyes, and fell asleep again.

“It hurts… !”

And, next to him, Ashuria trampled and crushed the face of a demon soldier like an ant. There was the sound of spraying water, and the soldier gasped all his limbs. Ashuria headed to a bush a little further away, grabbed the soldier hiding in the corner by the scruff of the neck and dragged her along.

“ah… ! ah… !”

He had several needles stuck in his head, and he was drooling with his mouth wide open. The warrior said with a puzzled expression.

“I can’t ask you if that’s the case.”

“I only touched you lightly to keep you from screaming. Will you answer all the questions?”

The hero examined the crown of the soldier who had become a hedgehog with suspicious eyes. The shiny needles were adding splendor like an anniversary decoration. The hero rubbed his words once and carefully asked.

“Where is the commander?”

The soldier, who was out of breath with his eyes closed, pointed at a certain point with his hands shaking. Looking over the soldier’s shoulder, the hero nodded and spoke to Lena.

“Kill.”

“mister. A hammer.”

Lena reached out to me, and I took a small hammer out of my bag. It was originally a tool used to pitch a tent. Lena closed one eye, guessed the direction, and lightly struck the needle. As the needle deeply embedded in his head twisted, the demon fell down with blood pouring out of its eyes and nose.

Lena passed the hammer to me again and asked.

“By the way. warrior. What are you going to do here?”

The hero drew his sword and took a deep breath.

“…Originally, I didn’t want to use the method because the next situation was a bit lacking… … . I wonder if this would be better if there were traps prepared anyway.”

Then she spread her legs shoulder-width apart, grabbed the sword with both hands, and threw her arms back wide. It looked like she was cutting straw for a swordsmanship demonstration.

The hero looked back at Millet and Lena and said.

“Both of you, do you remember what Stauffen looked like?”

During the strategy meeting, Kiberes told us what he remembered about Stauffen. A man with big horns. The large horns, as if they were forcibly transplanted from a bull’s head, were also a mark to recognize him on the battlefield.

“Can you tell me where you are now?”

Lena frowned, but shook her head.

“…I don’t know. I can’t see it at all.”

She had good night vision, but her eyesight was not transcendent. Seeing Lena like that, Millet let out a pleasant snort, stretched out her chest, and stretched out her hand toward the spot the soldier pointed to earlier.

“Look there. horn!”

The hero frowned and estimated the direction. I took a deep breath, nodded, and spoke to Ashuria.

“Ashuria. After I attack, immediately carry me on your back and run. I probably won’t be able to move.”

“…It’s a risky method.”

At Ashuria’s words, the hero looked at Millet again. And asked Millet.

“Can you shoot me?”

“I can hit it, but I don’t have the confidence to kill it.”

We do not know how strong Stauffen’s body is or what abilities he possesses. In the unlikely event that an arrow misses, this operation would also be a failure. The hero made an unwilling expression, but bit his lip and said.

“…then this is the only way.”

If a trap is laid in the camp, snipe and assassinate from a distance where there is no trap.

It is unclear whether an arrow can do it. At a distance where torches looked like dots and camps looked like strangers’ bonfires, the warrior stooped. He aimed at his target with the tip of his sword, exhaled and gnashed his teeth.

“Sigh… … !”

Breathing languidly, a golden sword formed on the tip of the sword. It was a darker, more brilliant color than before. Cold sweat dripped down the hero’s face, and his legs trembled. In order not to interfere with the hero’s skills, we prayed for his success from a distance.

Twisting his feet, he extended his sword blade wide to the side. Then, as he threw a single sword towards the desired goal, the hero let out a spirited spirit.

“Haaa!”

A light like the sun flashes. A long arc line that seemed to cut the moon shot toward the enemy camp, scattering golden particles.

The hero’s body bounced back due to the repulsive force, and we had no choice but to shrink in surprise at the wind pressure exploding from all sides.

The beacon announcing the emergency of the camp collapsed.

Black air passed through the floor, and dust rose after it. One after another, an explosion sounded, and several pitch-black soldiers were swept away by the sword. The soldiers guarding the flanks only then confirmed the golden light heading towards them and screamed, but a huge roar and brilliant light buried everything and crushed the camp.

And, the Stauffen with the huge horns sitting in the center was also swept away with a grotesque scream.

A riot rang out. As if a gunpowder barrel had been gathered, the entire camp exploded and a sea of fire arose.

Fireworks celebrating the hero’s victory soared high into the sky, and there was no trace of Stauffen.

“Sigh… ! Sigh… !”

Bathed in bright red light, the hero knelt down. I propped her back, and Ashuria grabbed her arm. Drenched in sweat, the hero narrowed his eyes and looked at the enemy lines. and asked me

“Ah, uncle… . Did you kill us?”

I didn’t know how to express it, so I controlled my emotions, then nodded and looked at the burning flames.

“…Yes. It was done.”

Lena said while taking the dagger stuck between the soldier’s forehead.

“Hey. That’s what I thought, but it’s just that the old man carries the hero on his back and packs a lot of things like potions. That’s why the hero continues to hit that skill into the castle, and the uncle runs away carrying the hero on his back. In the meantime, we went on a hot spring trip. how is it? Is that a good idea?”

“A hot spring trip?”

As Millet nodded seriously and listened to the story, the hero said with an absurd expression.

“…Then I die. Lena.”

Ashuria looked around and said.

“Anyway, we need to get out of here quickly. Let’s all get ready to run away.”

******

“Image is very important.”

A place far from the camp where the binge broke out.

Stauffen received a report that the hero was crossing the border and heading to the place where ‘Staufen’ is located. Staufen pointed to his horn and said.

“When reports go in that there is a demon with this huge horn, they believe that Stauffen is there. That’s why I wear these cumbersome horns. If I attach similar horns, everyone will mistake me for me.”

Stauffen asked, touching the fallen commander’s head with his foot.

“Isn’t it? uh?”

The bleeding commander shouted with his eyes wide open.

“Uh, how… ! Apparently, everyone is confronting somewhere else… … .”

Stauffen laughed. He stabbed the commander in the throat with his sword.

He smiled contentedly at the wall.

“Kiberes.”

Calling the name of the betrayed demon, he warmed up.

“Traitors die miserably.”

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