Chapter 95: 95 Episode 93: The Hidden Monologues (Part I)

I hate humans.

And I hate my people more than that.

I saw a lot of the ending.

I saw many tragedies.

I saw many humans, saw many fellow countrymen, and hated them as a result.

I didn't hate it from the beginning.

That's what I keep seeing.

So I'm sure that's close to an objective assessment.

Seeing.

The only thing I'm good at is, that's all.

I also use a sword. I also use magic.

But what I'm best at is seeing it.

It's all about hiding and seeing.

The job I was given this time was also to see.

Head to the Great Ice Plains to see the two lizards. Plain, but an important task.

And that's the only thing I can do.

Mount Fefiat on the road is a treasure trove of danger at any rate.

Without extra luck or extra strength, it's definitely the first place to lose your life.

Even I, who can use hidden magic, will be attacked by a warcraft, if we are not careful.

Whatever, they're good.

My magic doesn't just render it invisible.

The temperature, the smell, and even the sound are gone, so to speak, absolute disappearance.

But it's not like there are no natural enemies.

One of them is someone like the one mentioned earlier, who just has a good idea.

Monsters and 'don't think' people who live by their senses alone, this is it.

They distrust where I am with no sight, no smell, no sign, just one word of "Somehow I feel like someone is there".

I think it's irrational, but maybe this is what you call a keen feeling.

And similar to that, even more troublesome abilities are the talents of the intuitive system known as the Sixth Sense.

Also known as Six Senses, it is an extremely rare and peculiar ability that very few magicians and magicians may have.

In general, this ability, although pre-perceptive of the crisis, is not constant in its accuracy and scope and varies greatly from owner to owner.

Suppose, for example, you have tea in your room, and they poisoned you in a gap that you took off your seat a little bit.

A six-sensitive magician feels' something 'when he returns to his room.

But it depends on your high intuitive ability to see where it's dangerous.

An insensitive magician may end up drinking tea to the extent that he feels slightly uncomfortable.

Conversely, if you are the owner of some intuitive abilities, you seem to feel 'something in this room is not right'.

But in "to some extent," that's all I can tell, and I don't know any more if there's poison in the tea, if there's an unintentional intruder lurking, or if there's another trap set up.

But having out-of-digit taste, at a glance, breaks into the belief that tea is dangerous.

It's not rational. Nor is it technology.

It's just that they find out, "This is dangerous."

Assassination doesn't work on these sorcerers.

On the contrary, even if I have magic and traps that I can only think of as' first sight ', I will deal with them. Exactly, my natural enemy.

Naturally, you can't tell who's got a sixth sense.

So if you have a target, look it up beforehand or nothing else than to observe it for a while.

The two red lizards I followed - especially the larger warrior - were remarkably sharp in their investigations.

"I feel like someone's watching me."

And I was looking back at this one.

It was a good look at the monster.

I can't take a sweet look at these kinds of arrangements.

I am confident in my abilities, but that is not irresponsibly blind and equals.

Ning Ro, if you think that it is something that will be seen through by some applause, then act, because its chronic heart will be a hole in the ant.

Therefore, the method I chose was "taking quite a distance", a means of being present but certain.

This prevents me from picking up conversations with my own ears, so I have to exercise the appropriate magic to see and hear them from afar.

Normally, "The Problem of Distance" can be cleared, but the Red Lizard's Golem Master, who is being tracked, used the magic of silencing without fail.

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This wasn't like the kind of hidden magic I use to completely erase the sound, it was crude enough to make it hard to hear when there was a certain distance, but that 'there was a distance' was the problem.

Especially not because he warned me, but because of his war-torn prudence.

Azi Dahaka hired these two men who were very capable in action to carry out the operation, but it turned out to be very difficult for me to do it myself.

But the problem lay in 'Ahead'.

Neither Mount Fefiat, which was a difficulty, nor a lizard without alarm or clearance, but in the Great Ice Plains, the 'problem' was yes.

(That elf, something sucks...)

I felt that way.

A young elf with a hat deep in his eyes, terribly small and docile.

No, elves are the most ageless species to look at.

Maybe even the look of that girl, she'll be alive for hundreds of years.

If I had an instinct, it would cloud that I worked against that woman elf.

On my way to the Great Ice Plains, I was particularly alert to the Monsters of Mount Fefiat and the Spirits of the Great Ice Plains.

Both had the potential to see through my hiding.

Fortunately, however, that ended in concern.

I'm erasing every trace, so it just proved once again that unless it's also a sixth sense, it can't be noticed that way.

It's just that, you know, when I look at that elf, I get weird chills.

It's as comfortable as a peek into the valley bottom from the edge of a cliff.

(Is it salvation that you haven't noticed my existence...)

The elf girl, like a lizard warrior, doesn't even show the bare gesture of turning this one around once in a while.

He's not a very sharp type.

That my job is only to be 'eyes'.

I don't intend to engage further, but that's why I'm not going to assume any battle.

In case you were to fight, I decided not to deal with that elf alone.

(Covert reconnaissance is the pinnacle of me. Fools at risk should be avoided......)

If anything, retreat unnoticed.

That's the big premise.

If you ever throw that premise away, that's if something else happens.

Circumstances such as, for example, the resolution of any joint venture of what the lizards have been forced to do.

If that's the case, then we have to look for the cause first.

We need to find out who got what.

Seeing is also investigating.

The elf girl I should be wary of left with a lid in the ice hole.

Did you think that would be a good idea if you could lock up the lizards?

Or did you just temporarily contain the spill of hot air? Maybe the latter.

If the spirits are human enough to ask for help, they will surely see that they have considerable power, knowledge, or connections.

Are you going to bring in other elves or spirits, or even other absurd magic props?

Either way, I thought it would take a good number of days.

But my predictions were overshadowed.

That, too, two.

One is time.

The elf girl returned to the scene in a very short time.

Impossible. Too soon.

No way, even ancient translocation magic can be used?

And the other was the talent she brought in.

(child……!?)

That's, like, totally out of my mind.

It was completely unexpected.

Oh, my God, two human toddlers came to a place like this.

A young boy with a tired atmosphere, not suited to his neat appearance and age, had such an attitude and appearance that he was likely to wonder where this place was and what was going on.

No matter, there's no way I know anything more than to come to a place like this. Must necessarily have some kind of hidden ball.

But the boy in the eye seemed to have no nervousness or grief, and seemed to have fun with the younger girl.

That's why I doubted my eyes.

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