752 750 Side Young Unmanned (2/2)

I don't dislike it. Instead, he even looked horrified that he didn't have to be left behind. Nilfe, maybe he was actually a super grandpa and kid.

”Hey, Grandpa...”

”Don't worry. In the first place, there is no safer place in the world than in Non's arms. Whew, Nilfe.”

”Yeah!”

Unlike Nilfe, the other granddaughter I can't laugh at.

”Grandpa! Are you insane!

”I don't care what you say. But are you serious? I don't think so, like a chance to cross to Reids.”

”But......! What do the disciples do!

”Non descends from the throne of the lord of the genre! Your lord will succeed you and become the new lord!

Demitris took something out of his nostalgia and threw it at Hilt. Is that a plate of metal?

”After that, it's up to me. As I said before, it's all up to you to fold up the genre or whatever. I won't have a single cut or hand in the future.”

”Oh, that's...”

Hilt's eyes only looked at Corbelt for a moment. Immediately his gaze was returned to Demitris, but Hilt says nothing more.

There's only one thing, just exhale and drop your shoulders.

”... ha. You have no choice.”

”Your face is broken, huh?

”We don't do it slightly or anything!

”And the country will say something, but like that response, too. Do you want to meet, or do you want to fight? It's up to you.”

Even though I am going to have a lot of trouble because of myself, it is as if I were another HR. I can make you understand that the reputation you were hearing before we met wasn't a mistake.

It was Sibula who made such a worrying statement to Demitris about the Hilts.

”Grandpa, is that okay? So have I abandoned my position, but if your disciples are held hostage...”

I don't mind.

”No, no, you don't mind?

”Unlike Nilfe, they're warriors on the other end. I'll do something about myself. If you can't, until then.”

That's Spartan! No, it's a natural way of thinking in this world. Fran's the type to think this way, too.

From me, the high-ranking adventurer is a troubled old man who is unattended and unpredictable in his actions, as if he embodies the theory that all freaks, but Fran has always turned his admirable eyes.

I guess that figure that screws everything down with pure strength alone and lets me through is, in a sense, Fran's ideal itself.

”Well, let me go. It's Sibula. It's faster to get out of the top, but can you lords?

”No problem.”

Demitris kicks the void, jumps up. They seem to be releasing their minds and achieving close proximity to air leaps.

In addition, Sibula and two of his men slowly rose. This must be Sibula's move.

”Then Non et al go. What, it doesn't mean to give to the Reids kingdom. I'm just going to look at his country. Don't worry about it.”

That, the guy who has no peace of mind at all! Well, I'm just lucky that Sibula, Demitris and Nighthardt turned to the enemy and there was no damage on this spot.

The adventurers, the soldiers, they don't move. If I pull it off poorly here and get into contention, I guess it's because I know it sucks.

If I had thought about that, Fran would have stepped forward and yelled at Demitris.

”Demitris! I won!

”Mm, lady...”

”Promise to bet! What are you gonna do?