Chapter 48: 48 Vandal-Valsas-Blackhawk, Part 3 - Worries

"Let's! How are you, Valsas lad!?

It was a bunch of beasts who came in with their ears so loud that they all accidentally blocked them. Almost everyone knows what it is, but some of them seem to know it.

Max was the first one to raise his bare voice.

"Shh, Zeldos's stuck!?

"Ooh! It's Max's boyfriend, isn't it? What's wrong with your eyelids? You think you're being dignified, Shomben boy?"

"Who's Shomben Kid?"

Max mumbles, but the Rubbers tease him.

"What, Max is a Shomben kid? That's right."

"I mean, who's this nice middle wolf?

"I don't have a name for you guys!

"No, let's call him Captain..."

"Haha, this uncle is hilarious -!

Looks like Lasha is having a headache on the side, but the runaway Rubbers were laughing at Zeldos' reply. Next to it, Max seems to be eating bubbles at the appearance of an unexpected figure. Things haven't swallowed up well because many others have recently enlisted. Besides those people, Zeldos finds himself even more acquainted.

"Ooh!? Is that Betts over there with the gray hair? No, you're old, you."

"A beast like you has a different lifespan."

Betts, the deputy commander, frowned. Zeldos slapping such Betts on the back with a bang and a rambling.

"Ha-ha-ha, how old are you? Is it time for 70?

"Idiot, it's only 58"

"Then why are you grey?"

"... try to lead these guys. It's a constant struggle."

Betts stares at the crew. Zeldos who turns his arms around such a Betts shoulder to hold him in, and nibbles.

"Well said. Didn't you have the hardest time when you were younger?

"What are you talking about?"

"Then who was fighting with a pair of pants and getting arrows in the ass because I was stuck with my sister in the service when I was protecting Fort Zemda, and I didn't have time to wear just one of them when they attacked me at night?

"! You! I won't tell you. I promise!?

To the sudden exposure, Betts turns his face bright red.

"No, I laughed then. I laughed. After that defense battle, the Count invited us to dinner for our remarkable work, and you couldn't take part because of the pain in your butt, and you found yourself double-strapped to your sister in the garden taking care of your sister-in-law, and you've made bills on both cheeks, right? There aren't many battlefields you laughed at. Oh, no, there are other things in the Betheda Wetlands..."

"You, stay there! I'll smash you up!

Betts' indulgence was finally cut off by Zeldos, who exposed the hard work and Betts' past. And Betts pulls out his hips sword.

Seeing him like that, Zeldos remained niggardly. It is a sight of nostalgia, long repeated for him. Zeldos pisses Betts off and his surroundings stop. However, it is also the characteristic of these two that they work together best on the battlefield.

"Hehe, I'm still young, but I can't, can I? When you get down on your back, you're going to sleep at your age, right?

"Say it yet!

"... keep it around, Betts, Zeldos"

Quiet voices control exactly the two people who are about to enter the fight right now.

"Betts, you'll be in a position to stop. What do you do when you're the hottest?"

"Ah, yes. Excuse me, Captain..."

Betts holds his sword so that Valsas can tell him something special, even though he is younger.

"You just have to know. Zeldos, you've come a lot more than that. You're welcome."

"Hum, it's been a long time, Valsas. It's been about 12 years?

Observe the Valsas that Zeldos has not seen in a long time. Among Zeldos, Valsas was also a young man who could not escape the somewhat blue atmosphere, but was now well equipped with piercing locks. That atmosphere, which can be seen even in the dark, can no longer be seen as gaps as they used to be seen. There was a reliable man sitting there, who gained even more experience as a person.

"Right, that's about it. Zeldos is the same and above all else."

"Have you grown old? Looks like you could be a young man on the outside, but, well, you're about middle-aged. How old are you now?

Thirty-five this year.

Valsas answers quietly from the dark.

"Is that still true? No, you were only about 10 when you and I first met."

"I miss you."

Valsas takes his seat and slowly walks to those with all of them. That face in the bright light is faintly laughing. Looking at the way you laugh and the way you do it, I see there is calm and majesty, but the age of appearance is very much the same as that of Lexus. Rather, Lexus may look younger for the skinnier part, and Valsas with tension on his skin when viewed side by side.

A man whose appearance gives the impression of a normal good young man is Valsas, the leader of the leading mercenary regiment on the continent, Vandal-Valsas-Blackhawk. His back length and appearance are normal, and he doesn't get the impression that he seems particularly strong in everyday life, but what he has seen fight on the battlefield even once will never forget the horror of it. Slashing people on the battlefield, like paying for branches and grass when people stand in the woods. It's essential for legends on the battlefield that you poked at 5,000 men alone and took the general's head, or that you defended the fort by yourself for a month.

That he was also seen in awe by his allies, and we were all surprised at the emergence of this beastman because we all thought that it was usually about Betts, the deputy director, and Mireille, who had nothing to fear, who could talk to him without any hesitation when he was in a bad mood anyway. Nothing. We all know Valsas doesn't do anything unreasonable in his mood, but it must be scary. The two of them had left everyone alone for a while and blossomed in memorabilia, but after a while Valsas introduced Zeldos to everyone.

"Sorry everyone, I'm late for the introduction. This guy is Zeldos. He's the beast man he looks like, and he's been dating me since before I set up Blackhawk. I'll tell you what, that's not the case with the current members who can beat this Zeldos. I was retired, but I couldn't. I got him back this time."

"I mean. Nice to meet you. Well."

Zeldos raises one hand and greets briefly. Not everyone was convinced by that, but I can't help but listen to what Valsas has to say. But Mireille was not reluctant.

"Captain ~? The demon kings who did the 4th squad are the opponents this time ~? There seems to be more than one demon king, but I'm talking about taking hostages for everything and getting the 4th squad done, and I think just a few of the 0th squad can handle it. Do you need to call me that old man? Feel like some eagle doesn't trust you?

"Whoa..."

Although Lasha is blinding her eyes to so many words, Mireille's opinions are especially for current members who are confident in their strength, all of whom see Valsas. Valsas replied, smiling lightly, without looking to eat his face.

"I see, especially what Mireille says. But let me be the first to tell you that I don't trust you."

"Then why?"

"Our names are roaring in the human world. Because of that, there are no more people to go to this Blackhawk for an extra little while. I thought that would be fine... but in the world of demons it seemed different again. Apparently my thoughts were sweet. Forgive me, everyone."

Suddenly Valsas lowers his head deeply to everyone. Everyone was surprised by the action, but even more so by the words of Valsas, who went on.

"... now let's do it more thoroughly. As our names roar in the world of demons. If you see the Blackhawk name on this black coat, let the demons run away with shame and outrage. We gathered an extra number of people for that. Look, I repeat. Thoroughly. Hunt the demons who sold us the fights. I will not accept life begging or surrender. The Demon King or the Great Demon King, but what did you find out? They were completely wiped out of this earth. Don't even leave a trace of its existence. You guys haven't done everything you can lately, have you? I'll give you a place to get busted. I'll forgive you, do everything you can. This is not the way it's supposed to be with people."

All were silent at first, but eventually they began to pull out their swords and cheer without anyone. It's unusual for Valsas to allow it and tell you to "ramble". It is true that there are many constraints in the wars of the humans, so it is possible to have as much strength as they can not fully fight.

There were residents who said something about the cheer they heard from the store, but they saw some strong people coming in earlier, so no one with a very good breast came to peek.

And after a while, the banquet of the landscape began. Zeldos and Valsas talking to two people at the counter in it.

"But hey Valsas, are these guys that usable? At the point where Max says Squad One or something, I'm worried."

"Don't worry, he's not the same guy who was following us like a goldfish hun. Enough already."

"Seriously. I thought I was worried about that rabbit girl."

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"Is that the kind of old man you can use? You know, age, blank, that's no excuse."

Mireille joins the conversation from the table next door. Mireille looks out for two bubble jocks in one hand. Zeldos turns to Mireille and talks, but Valsas stays put.

"So how's this?

Zeldos cums his palms toward the jock Mireille has, poking out small. Then the jock Mireille had did nothing but crack and crack. Ooh around me, and I sigh.

"Far be it... old man, do it."

"If we do everything we can, we'll stop the human breath root 20 meters away. It's your turn, young lady."

"Fine."

The moment Mireille put the nearly cracked jock on the table, Mireille's appearance disappeared. And sooner or later, he's clawing on Zeldos' sitting counter. Shortly afterwards, the impact Mireille's jock had on the table or it broke completely.

"Hi-humi. Old man, you're shitting me."

"My purse... when"

Mireille was counting its contents by pulling out the purse Zeldos had kept in his nostalgia. It was an unexpected event for Zeldos that he could not react at all because he was not hostile or willing to kill.

"Don't do it, young lady"

"You're the old man. If the old man didn't have booze in him, he wouldn't be able to do this. Besides, I'm not going to be able to defeat you in one shot with a weasel attack, and if you're slow, I guess the weasel's at a disadvantage?

"Well said."

The two laugh niggly at each other. Apparently, strength recognized each other. Looks like everyone got even more excited for a little fun, and Mireille, feeling better, goes back to everyone's circle again. Once again Zeldos turned to Valsas and tried to bump into the question he was concerned about.

"So, Valsas. It's the heart of the story."

"Oh."

"I also feel weird asking you this, but you... what are you worried about?

To Zeldos' serious question, Valsas waved for the first time.

"I don't even know that."

"Oh, come on, what the hell... but you care about something, don't you?

"Oh."

I give the look that Valsas came up with a little by putting down the sake.

"Do you have a basis?

"Zeldos, I'm telling you because it's you, I've been acting alone for the last three months or so. In the meantime, he's killed nearly seven Demon Kings and Bumpy Demons."

"What!?

Valsas controls Zeldos loudly.

"Seven? How much is too much for anything? Have you reported to the Alliance?

"I haven't. I was going to report it at first... but in fact, I've been hunting demon kings abnormally more often in the last few years. Besides, it's mostly unreported cases to the guild."

"The Alliance regularly patrols all kinds of land to mercenaries, but what's the matter?

I also forgot to ask Zeldos to replace the empty liquor and finally noticed the jock was empty trying to drink even more as it was. I guess it was so moving.

"But it's real. All we can think about is that the Demon King has been occurring rapidly in the last few years."

"That's impossible. Purification is fairly frequent in the west and east. Although there are many soils where demon kings are prone to grow up because small groups of nations continue to compete in the west, we can't imagine the speed of that."

"No, can't you think of this? What if the Demon King is not occurring, but is intentionally occurring...?

Zeldos opens his eyes to the words of Valsas.

"That's the stupid story."

"No, there's a basis for that, too. Previously, when it came to demon kings, there were many patterns in which some kind of demon caused mutation and aging, and in some cases, they searched for or stayed the same species in demon drawings, etc. But what can I say about the Demon King these days, that he looks like he pushed a man's dark side forward? Recall your physiological disgust. It's not as strong or intelligent as it is yet."

"... no, the guys I used to drink at our store talked about apparently hunting the Demon King, but when I asked him what he was like, he was a pretty creepy guy. Maybe it's the same kind."

"If that's the truth, my hunch might come true."

Valsas drinks up a Gubili and a Tavern.

"What kind of hunch is that?

"This is just the beginning. If the same thing happens not only in the West but also in the Middle Plains, the same thing will happen sooner or later in the South, East and North. No, unlike the south and east, where the streets are active, there may already be some change in the north. That way there will be another war involving the whole continent. Now it's not a people-to-people war, it's a people-to-demon war. It's a reproduction of the war."

"... please don't. I'll take your chances."

"I can be prepared if I know. And there's nothing I can do about it. At best, it's enough to alert everyone in the regiment."

Valsas stares into the air. I'm not sure what to do with Zeldos, but I only knew Valsas' hunch would hit him well.

"Can't I draw your attention to a country or a guild in your name?

"Even if I have a reputation as a warrior, I'm not in a position to lead people. I wish someone would listen to me. Unfortunately, even if senior officials in the countries sometimes hate you, they won't like you. I hate my life for fighting all the time now."

Having found Valsas' concerns serious, Zeldos comes up with a bitter plan.

"... Shall I put you up against Dryan the Groussard?

"That would be nice, but it would be a fight with the generals before we met Dryan, wouldn't it? Former Military Advisor to Gruzaldo."

"I hope you don't say that, honey."

Valsas laughing faintly at Zeldos laughing luxuriously with Guhaha.

"So what do we do?

"In the meantime, I'll retaliate. We'll get even more certainty as to what kind of guys will come out then. Depends, but for now, I'm thinking about consolidating as much as possible in the group of people and getting a request on a national basis. I want connections with senior officials from all over the country. For when you have to."

"I see, that would be reasonable"

"I'm just afraid that it's already too late to act. Well, maybe I can't help thinking about it."

"Right. I still know someone from the Gruzaldo army, so I'll make sure they find out anyway."

"Helpful"

Seeing Valsas seriously bothered him, Zeldos fisted him in the shoulder.

"Well, let's talk about it, shall we? Now let's enjoy our first reunion in a long time!

"Hehe, right. Speaking of which, is that true about Betts earlier?

"Oh, my God! There are other interesting stories..."

That's how Blackhawk nights go even further. After this, their brave names will ring as Valsas put it. Number of demon kings hunted, actually 8 in a week. One of them was said to have been a level demon close to the Great Demon King.

But the appearance of the Demon King in the West became frequently heard even after Blackhawk's activism, and Valsas' concerns were about to materialize in a bad direction for a single flight.

Continued

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