Editing Slayers:Special Book 1 Chapter 1

“Could you possibly be a sorceress?” the man
asked in the tiny village.

This was after he had asked for another helping
of the missus’s “Dinner Special” in this tiny hut
with only one room.

I looked at the man and nodded slightly. While I
realize that this “nodding silently” thing is usually
something a cool person does to make a statement, I
only did this because my mouth was full and I
didn’t want to talk.

I was clothed in a black robe, a bandana, a
necklace, and a jeweled amulet around the short
sword at my belt. If I wasn’t a sorceress, dressed
like that I’d have to be either an entertainer or a
lunatic.

The man stared at me critically, he was dressed
as a priest, though he still looked like a young man
– and handsome, to boot. After many years, he
would certainly age into a handsome older man.

“What a relief…I’ve been searching for you.
After all, we are a very small village. None of us is
really able to fight…”

(p1)

“Able to fight?” While swallowing the
remaining food in my mouth, I repeat his
words. Apparently, I’m not just being hit on.

“If you’re willing, there is a job we
would like your assistance with…”

“Well, go ahead. I’ll listen to your
story,” I say in an overly calm and deep
voice. It is not the sort of voice one would
expect from a female, but I have had many
requests taken away from me on the spot if I
don’t show enough perceivable strength.
The world is all about putting on a show.

“Then, please, come with me to the back
table…”

“Before that…” I stop the man’s raised
arms with my words. “Hey, Missus, I’ll take
the rest of my dinner at the back table,
please!”

…Before I realize it, the man has been
staring at me suspiciously. This isn’t good.

“Well then, let’s go,” I said calmly,
though panicking a little inside. Naturally,
the man was still staring in suspicion.

(p2)

There was a customer already seated at
the table.

Bearded and stocky, he was a strong
looking man with a bastard sword at his
back. If he had been a few inches shorter, he
could have been a dwarf, but the way he was,
no one would be surprised if he was the
henchman of someone up to no good.

I was nervous.

Even though I can use magic, I am still
just a pretty girl (yes, I’m referring to myself.
I’m serious.) How could I take on a
henchman like this in a place like this…

“I have been searching for you,” The
man who brought me to the table greeted the
henchman with a little bow.

“Hurrumph,” the henchman nodded
simply.

A lady was in his presence, yet there was
not even the slightest effort to rise from his
chair. He’s a bandit. This guy has got to be a
bandit.

Ever since the day I first took a request
from their sort, I could pick out the type
from a mile away.

“Anyway…have a seat.”

(p3)

The man indicated that I sit down across
from the bandit. Not saying anything, I sat
down. Naturally, I lack a little valiance.

“First, before we talk, I would like to
show you my mark of who I am,” The
bandit said while glaring at me with
unearthly eyes.

“Please, don’t bother showing me your
“mark”…”

Suddenly, he thrust a dagger into my
face. But not the blade side, the handle side
instead. It was gaudy, but not evil-looking.
Inside the mark on the handle, a very
familiar symbol was etched…

“Oh? This symbol looks like…”

“You’re correct,” I don’t know what he
meant by me being correct, but the man who
led me to the table said this with great pride.
“This honorable man is the first royal
successor of Saillune. He is Prince Philionel
El Di Saillune."

RIP, RIP, RIP…

While hearing the sounds of my cloak
ripping as it was trapped between my
bottom and my chair, I slowly fell to the
floor in a kneel.

(p4)

[PICTURE]

(p5)

For an instant, my eyes really did black out!

If you prompted someone to imagine a “prince”,
most people would imagine a handsome man on a
white steed, while the rest would probably scramble
in their imaginations for something else dignified
under the moonlight. In either case, the word
“prince” brings the words “graceful,” “manly”, and
definitely “handsome.” And in all honesty, that was
the sort of image I had had in my mind all these
years as to what a prince might look like.

I had definitely heard rumors that Prince
Philionel el di Saillune was on a journey alone in
disguise around these parts. And honestly, I had
been embracing a little fantasy that we would cross
paths on the way and that he would be entranced by
my beauty and not afraid of my magic… In other
words, the handsome prince would fall head over
heels for me and propose to me then and there,
bringing me the wealth and happiness every girl
dreams of.

But that fantasy had just crumbled before my
very eyes. Because there was no mistaking it, this
man was the real thing.

No one would be foolish enough to try to
deceive a sorceress into thinking he’s a prince.
Besides, if anyone caught someone not of royal
blood with the royal seal, he would be executed
without trial.

(p6)

If the current king is in reign, a prince is
a prince whether he be twelve or forty years
old. And come to think of it, I’d never
exactly heard about how old the Prince of
Saillune was. In other words, I had jumped
to many false conclusions about the Prince
of Saillune, just by his title.

“Are you all right?”

“Of course I’m not all right,” talking
back to the man who did not sound at all
concerned about my wellbeing, I somehow
managed to scramble back up onto my chair.

“I am currently in disguise at the
moment, so please don’t be so formal
around me.”

That’s NOT the issue here, Prince…

“Oh, and I am his priest, Randy. May we
please have your name?”

“…Lina. Lina Inverse.”

It was just when I told them my name
that…

“Ohh!” The pirate (I still just feel so
weird calling him “prince”…it’s so
wrong…) and Randy said in unison.
Most certainly…

(p7)

I may not seem it, but I actually am
pretty famous.

“So you are that magical girl everyone’s
talking about!”

“Lina, the Bandit-killer!”

SLIP, SLIP, SLIP, SLIP….

Once again, I fell off my chair. This
made my cloak beyond repair. What the hell
are people saying about me behind my back!

“Hmm, we have heard many rumors of
you.”

“We have heard that you have returned
the stolen goods of thousands of bandits
back to their rightful owners and made these
bandits unable to ever pillage again.”

Lies! All lies!

I mean, the content is pretty accurate,
but it was not quite that many bandits…
But I didn’t want to correct them. After
all, what Randy said was partly true. I never
target anyone who isn’t a robber. I take no
pride or joy in depriving the innocent of
their wealth and freedom… Although I do
enjoy the occasional brawl with the not-entirely-
innocent.

(p8)

…A-hem.

And besides, being a sorceress, I need to stay
ahead of my reputation. If you don’t believe me,
take a good look at yourself, you lazy dweller of
Saillune with a debt to pay, who still somehow
manages to eat. Just try going into a magic shop and
asking for a plateful of Plaudia fruit. Starting
tomorrow, you’ll get a plate with just one piece of
fruit on it and you will be lost.

There was even an annoying episode a while
ago when I had just left my hometown and I had
enough money to buy even a small castle with a
handful of soldiers. When I went to buy some
Bamun herbs, the shopkeep’s cat was playing
nearby and accidentally knocked it over so I had to
go overthrow about five bandit groups,

…Or maybe I’m wrong.

But anyway, I don’t think that people really
know me by two completely contrasting names… I
hope.

“What do you mean by “magic girl” and
“bandit-killer”…?”

When I asked this, Randy quickly replied,
“According to rumor, you call yourself by those
names…”

(p9)

“I most certainly do not call myself
that!”

“Well, it doesn’t matter,” the banditprince
cut in.

It doesn’t matter?

“You may call me Phil. After all, I am in
disguise at the moment and I’m sure
Philionelis a bit of a mouthful for you to
say,” he said with a little grin.

I supposed I was a bit thankful for that
request. If he had demanded that I call him
“My Prince” or some craziness, running
away would have been my only choice.

“And now, let’s get down to
business…Randy.”

“Aye.”

And the priest began to describe the job
request. It was actually a rather ordinary
matter. A monster had taken residence in a
nearby cave and the crops have been
disrupted, houses have been thieved, and the
important healing orb belonging to this
village’s only priest had also been stolen…
It was the kind of tale that would bring a tear
to the eye.

(p10)

And Phil-san just happened upon this
tragic village during his travels. He got riled
up, declaring, “I cannot let my subjects
suffer like this!” and decided to get someone
to exorcise the monster, even though the
practice was considered a little archaic by
today’s standards.

“And what’s more, it seems rather pitiful
that Randy is the only man in this village
who is able to fight. It is a tiny village with
not even one soldier on a horse. I was
worried that the villagers were losing their
faith and hope…until I heard about you, “
Phil-san added, after Randy finished the
story.

“Randy is the only one…won’t you
fight?” I asked him without thinking

“Shh!” Randy tried to stop me.

….Oops, I get it. I had forgotten there
for a moment, but Phil-san was the future
King (though I still refuse to call him a
“prince”). It’s just that rather than royally
sitting on a throne, he looked like he was
more suited to be out in the field waving his
sword around…

(p11)

“Well… Ordinarily, it is not customary for the
future king to take up arms and fight amongst his
subjects for their wellbeing…” Phil-san said with a
slightly perplexed face.

He seemed to just be a pass-for-noble (excuse
me) man who wasn’t willing to get his hands dirty.
At the very least.

“Or rather…I may not look it, but I am against
violence…”

“You bloody liar!” – Before I realized it, I had
screamed that out loud.



“Well, let’s overlook that for now,” Phil-san
said with a sort of casual grace that no ordinary man
would be able to have after an outburst like mine.

I suppose this was proof of his uniqueness.
Though maybe it was merely proof of his stupidity.

“Naturally, it’s not as if I’m entrusting this task
to just the two of you while I sit back and enjoy
watching.”

(p12)

“I will accompany the both of you in
some way. After all, unless the orb from the
magic healer’s house is retrieved… many
more sick people may emerge. So I ask you
to help on their behalf. What do you say…”

It actually didn’t sound like a bad
deal…And I had nothing better to do
anyway. So I decided to accept his request.

“Good! So you’ll accept?!” Pushed by
Phil-san’s power, even the meek mannered
Randy piped up in a loud voice.

“Then let us make immediate
preparations for the task at hand…”

“But before we do, you mentioned there
were many sick people. Randy, if you’re a
priest, you must know some sort of White
Magic to cast on them. If you do know of
such a spell, please give it to the villagers
before we head out…”

“Well, I would, but…” Randy began,
scratching his head with an uncomfortable
face. “But my title of “priest” is more just a
title… And while I can perform the White
Magic spell Recovery, it doesn’t work too
well…what about you?”

“Same here.”

Phil-san had a strange look on his face as
we conversed.

(p13)

“Can’t ‘Recovery’ cure them?”

Hey, with that attitude, how can you call
yourself the First Royal Successor to the
Throne!... I was this close to screaming that
out at him.

Saillune was also called the “White
Magic Capital,” and this was merely
because it coincidentally tended to have
many White Magic practitioners. But not all
White Magic users can use healing spells. I
suppose in the end, this was another blind
assumption I’d made.

All living beings do have the power
within them to heal their own wounds and
illnesses. The Recovery spell merely
brought out the natural potential within the
people for an instant so they can heal
themselves.

If the sickness was so severe that the
Recovery spell couldn’t cure them, that
means that the illness has taken over the
body itself. We sorcerers tend to refer to this
colloquially as “bacteria”. If an unskilled
Sorcerer were to attempt the Recovery spell,
the potential of the bacteria itself would be
intensified and it could mutate and multiply
itself into an even more gruesome disease.

Before I departed on my quest, just when
I had learned about Recovery, but not its full
nature, I was itching to use it. Just then, a
lady from my village caught a summer cold.
So to show off, I confidently blessed her
with Recovery and changed her simple cold
into pneumonia – that was a funny story.

--Though after she got better, she beat
the crap out of me—

(p14)

But I didn’t have the patience to tell that
story and explain it all to the prince.
Probably just my prejudice again, but I got
the feeling that even if I did try to explain it
to him, he wouldn’t understand.

“Well, that’s just how the world works,”
I said.

“I see. That makes sense,” Phil-san said
with surprising understanding.



We arrived on the scene very quickly. It
wasn’t that far away from the village.

“…So this is the place,” Phil-san, with
his torn armor, told Randy, in his torn cloak.
Why were the two dressed like that? you
may ask. I suppose it wasn’t a big deal. On
our way there, I’d come across a huge
waterfall so I wanted to stop and take a dip.
I strongly dislike being sticky with
sweat…Though I suppose there aren’t many
people on this planet who actually LIKE
being sticky with sweat…

Anyway, I thought I’d use a Fireball
spell to turn it into an instant hot tub.

(p15)

But hearing the noise of my spell, they
came running to me. And to thank them for
my embarrassment, I cast a Mega-brand
spell on them.

It wasn’t exactly an epic battle, but the
fact that it happened along the way before
we’d even reached our destination was a bit
disheartening… But I healed their wounds,
okay? So it’s fine!

And anyway, before our three pairs of
eyes now stood a big, black entrance. Rather
than an ordinary cave, it seemed more like
an ancient dwelling…or catacombs.

“We’re going in!”

“All right!” I raised a cheerful voice.
And the inconspicuous Randy merely
nodded.



But only now that I think about it.

Inside, the cave was actually rather
large. But it was only a temporary area.

(p16)

And that was because I could not use my
indiscriminate large area attack spells like
Fireball or Mega Brand or Dragon Slave –
and those were the ones I was good at.

Since I don’t want to be misunderstood,
I’ll clarify something right here: the notion
that I like attack spells just as much as three
meals a day is just wrong. I think that would
be what is called “prejudice”…probably.

Anyway, if I tried to use such destructive
spells in such an enclosed space, they’d
either backfire onto me, or they’d crumble
the cave and we’d be smashed under it.

So while it wouldn’t look too
impressive, I figured I had to go with a
simple spell.

I cast a Lighting spell on my short sword
and held it as a torch as we walked inside. A
smell much like rotten bread wafted through
the walls.

“I strongly dislike places like this!” Philsan
said. “It’s just so dark and gloomy! I just
can’t forgive it! I don’t understand why a
monster would choose to live in a place like
this!”

Arrrrgh! Shut up!

(p17)

He was standing directly behind me. He
was a couple heads taller than me as well.
Having his annoying voice boom through
the cave was a little too much to take.

“Shhh! Be quiet!” I whispered as I
stopped walking. And it wasn’t because I
could no longer deal with the annoyance of
his cries. It was because I had caught the
movement of something ahead of us in our
path.

“Something’s out there!”

“Ohh!” For some reason, Phil-san
sounded excited.

At our rear, Randy, who had steadily
been losing a sense of presence throughout
the journey, didn’t even say a word. I
muttered a simple spell under my breath and
threw the little ball of light in my left palm
up to the ceiling.

The light ball illuminated the wall ahead
of us. And right by it was a squad of ten
orcs.

“Ahhh, how cute, how cute,” I said,
taking a step forward. “If it’s just you I’m up
against, a Flare Arrow spell ought to do the
trick. Just leave it to me.”

(p18)

I suppose it needs no explanation, but a
Flare Arrow spell does just what the name
says. And at different levels, you can release
many arrows at once – which I like to call a
Flare Shower and I’m very good at it. Of
course, this is just my opinion…

And I was also at the ideal distance for
the spell at the moment. Ten or twenty orcs
would be no problem at all.

“Not so fast!” Phil-san’s loud voice
stopped me. “I will reason with them! I
don’t like senseless killing!”

I unthinkingly lost my footing a little.
Not noticing, Phil-san stepped in front of me
to talk to the orcs.

“Listen well, you orcs!” Phil-san began
his “reasoning.” In “human speech.”

“We have come here only to retrieve the
mystic Orb! If you are the ones guarding it,
then kindly hand it over! And if you have
nothing to do with it, then please clear the
path for us! I am a peace-loving king and I
do not wish to see bloodshed! However, if
you refuse to obey, then the malicious
sorceress behind me would be more than
happy to make you pay!”

(p19)

Who’re you callin’ “Malicious
Sorceress”!

“Now! What is your answer?” Phil-san
asked with a strong step forward. And from
the impact of the step, the orcs shuffled back
a few paces.

Even though they couldn’t understand
human speech, from the powerful aura
emitting from Phil-san’s body, the orcs
could distinguish that they were being
threatened.

“Answer!” Just when he took another
step forward…

The orcs, realizing they were no match
for us, turned around and fled.

“There, did you see anything like that
before?!” Phil-san laughed while
congratulating himself. “Even if the enemy
does not speak your tongue, if you speak
your case with a strong resolve and with as
much empathy as possible, they will
understand you! Wasn’t that a great example
of that concept just now? Let peace and
justice prevail!”

….I don’t think that’s quite entirely
correct, Sire…

Randy’s presence was dropping even
lower. Though I suppose that was
unavoidable seeing as how the king had
such a strong presence.

(p20)

And so, the three of us continued to walk on.



Our next encounter was with a large ogre. Not
even Phil-san’s “diplomacy” would work against
this guy.

“Looks like it’s my turn then,” I said, handing
my short sword over to Phil-san. Chanting the spell,
I placed both hands in front of me.

“Burst Rondo!”

A large ribbon of light emitted from my hands. I
had the ability to control the speed and direction of
this light-ribbon.

“Call me Queen!” While letting out my cheesy,
nonsensical line, I demolished the ogre in one hit.
Applause.



“Now it’s trolls this time!”

The regenerative power of trolls was out of the
ordinary. If you hit them with a small blade, they
would practically heal before your very eyes.

(p21)

“Dam Brass!”

My spell pulverized the head trolls into dust.



“Oh! And here we have Minotaurs!”

“Dig Volt!”



“It’s a Salamander!”

“Lybrim!”



“Vampi…”

“Assher Dist!”



“…Is it just me, or does there seem to be no end to
this?” Phil-san asked in a rather dragging tone.

“Really?” I asked

(p22)

[PICTURE]

(p23)

We still hadn’t found the Orb. It was probably
deeper into the cave.

“Anyway, let’s proceed forward.”

And we proceeded down the long, downward
sloping path. We must have sunk pretty deep beneath
the earth’s surface.

“Ahhh, how tiring…” I complained while batting
at the spider web or thin rope that had tangled itself
around my feet.

….Wait, thin ROPE?!

K-Klunk.

From far behind, I heard a very heavy sound.

Rumble, rumble…

It sounded like something was rolling. In fear and
trepidation, I slowly turned my head.

…Ah, should have guessed.

An insanely huge boulder was rolling our way. It
was a rather ordinary sort of dungeon trap and
minstrels had sung of it often.

(p24)

…But now’s no time to be reminiscing about
that!

“YARRRRRGH!” I took off running. Phil-san
joined my side. The slope we ran down seemed like
it would have no end. And the boulder was gaining
in speed. It wasn’t exactly a very hopeful sort of
situation.

“Can’t you do anything about it?! Use a
spell!”

But if I used a spell powerful enough to break
apart that boulder, I would also cause a quake to the
surrounding cave walls. We would be buried alive.

I can’t do that! – while thinking that, I
suddenly remembered something.

“Just leave it to me!” Giving him a wink and a
thumb’s up, I started to chant. Though my breaths
were a bit choppy between the words since I was
running.

“Hah!” I whirled to face the boulder and let
the spell fly. It was Flare Lance. It had the same
precision as Flare Arrow,

(p25)

But also the same fire power as Fireball.

And my spell splendidly absorbed itself into the
boulder.



“You fool!”

Chased by the boulder which had now been
transformed into a lava block, Phil-san yelled at me, our
shoulders nearly touching. The air surrounding us was
insanely hot.

“’Just leave it to me!’ my foot! It might just be
me, but I think our situation just got much worse!”
I was already preparing for my next spell.

“The final blow!” whirling around, I faced the
flaming boulder and unleashed an Icicle Lance. Yes, the
spell that works well against a Fire Dragon.

“Yet another useless offer…” Phil-san’s
grumbles cut off my moment of glory.

GLUMP!

(p26)

The clumsy sound of the dying boulder.

“…That’s how it’s done,” I said, smiling pleasantly.

“How did you do it?” he asked, puzzled.

“I simply took advantage of the coefficient of thermal
expansion.”

“….”

Seeing Phil-san’s blank face, I amended my explanation
slightly. “In other words, it’s like when you toss cold water into a
hot clay pot and it cracks. Same thing.”

“Ohhhh, now I see!”

So he finally got it. But anyway, I’m glad we’re safe…

“Huh?!” That was the first time I noticed.

“What’s wrong?”

(p27)

“Randy is gone!”

“Oh, now that you mention it!”

It should have been an obvious observation. That the priest
who had such a faint physical presence to begin with would finally
up and leave us!

“…Well, never mind. We can just look for him on the way
back,” Phil-san said, summing up our plight in a casual sentence.

“I guess you’re right,” I found myself agreeing with just as
much ease.



Brace yourself for the big one!

A lone sorcerer had been waiting for us in a room deep
within the dungeon’s caverns. And if he wasn’t “the big one,” what
else was he?

“I have been expecting you, Prince Philionel.”

“Stop it!!” I yelped out unexpectedly at the sound of his
voice.

(p28)

“?”

“Don’t you dare call this guy a prince!” I was still unable to
cross over the gap between my ideals and reality. The reason I
hadn’t burst out like that before must be that I was stuck in reality
escape syndrome. Hearing him called “prince” was much more
violent a shock to me than being hit by my own Fireball spell.

“…I don’t quite understand…” the black robed sorcerer
puzzled, his rhythm thrown off by my outburst.

“Anyway, your journey ends here. Prepare to die.”
How dare he say that. Does he know who the hell I am?

“Damn you! There is not a soul more warm and peaceloving
than I!”

Who the hell’re you?

“I hired him to do this.” Along with this voice, a man
popped out from the darkness.

“You bastard! Randy, why?!”

Yes. There was no mistaking it. It was Randy, the priest
with very little presence.

(p29)

Phil-san raised his voice in shock….Well, his voice is
usually raised anyway, so that wasn’t saying much. In contrast, I
took a deep, cool breath, and rested my hands on my hips.

“I figured you were behind this.”

“Wh-what?!” the shocked eyes of all in the cave shot at me.

“You bitch, when did you notice?!” Randy (I don’t suppose
I’ll ever end his name with a “-san” again) shook with nerve.

…Actually I was just winging it. I hadn’t really considered
it until just now, but I’ve always wanted to say a cool line like that.
So I just took advantage of this situation to say it…

“Well, never mind,” he said. “I am third in line for the
throne, but your god-awful loud demeanor has always upstaged
me!”

Now I get it. Those feelings…huh?!

(p30)

“Wait, you’re third in line for the throne?!” I gasped,
glancing at Phil-san. They looked nothing alike. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” Phil-san nodded curtly.

Wait a minute! This is a perfect example of a family
dispute!

“And what’s more, you don’t fit the image of a man suited
to rule Saillune!”

I agree!

But trying to imagine Randy being king also made me tilt
my head in confusion.

“I see…” Phil-san said in a troubled voice. “I had thought it
rather strange that during the past year all the assassination
attempts have been directed only at me… So it was all your
doing…”

You should notice these things sooner, man.

“I suppose I was right in having my subordinate sorcerer
set a trap beforehand.”

“…So you mean to say, the monster who lives here is…”

(p31)

Naturally, it’s something I planted here.”

“So I was just a dummy along for the ride, eh? Randy, you
were just going to kill me and then blame it on Phil-san, weren’t
you?”

“Exactly as you say.”

… He’s so unusual. But now I can faintly understand why
he would lack such presence – being compared to Phil-san all the
time.

“So, what will you do after you take over the kingdom?”

“Huh?”

When I butt in with that little question, Randy looked
confused.

“What will I…do? Well…Have fun, I suppose!”

Oh my god! Someone like this actually exists!

People who want to become king with no real plans on
mind, or people who want to take over the world just because!
What a troubled world we live in.

“Damn you, you won’t get away with this!” Phil-san
suddenly got angry.

“Nevertheless, this place will be your tomb. Kill them!”

(p32)

At Randy’s order, the sorcerer began to move. Limbs
flailing without meaning, he let out a roaring voice.

…I suppose people like this actually exist too.

“Come forth, my friend, Brass Demon Garundia!”

The floor glowed from the symbol he drew with his staff. It
was a little too dark to tell, but it was probably a Summoning
Circle.

A giant shadow was born in the faint light. Brass Demon.

I said, “Your only friends are monsters…what a sad
fellow.”

“Silence, fool!” The Sorcerer yelled, truly angry.



Brass Demons were not major mazoku, but they were
known to be stronger than the lesser demons. Naturally, low level
magic was no use against them. Naturally, I had plenty of magic
points stocked to kill this one, but in a scene like this, a girl wants
to really look cool when she settles things.

(p33)

Well then, how shall I handle this?

Just as I was thinking that, the demon started walking
closer to me with a creepy gait.

And then—

“We will not hold back!” Phil-san snapped next to me.

He was pointing fiercely at the Brass Demon before us.

“Just to assassinate me, you made the villagers suffer so
much and you befriended this foul beast?! As much as I am a
peace-loving man, I cannot let this go unpunished! I will make you
see reason, so stay right there!”

Then he started charging at him.

“Hey, hold it, man!” Just as I was trying to stop him—

“Pacifist Cruuuuuush!” While yelling out a silly excuse for
a death cry, the man’s fist made sharp contact with the demon’s
ribs.

You’ve gotta be kidding me!

“Kindness To All Creatures Kick!”

(p34)

The demon’s large body was hurled up again into the air,
collided with Randy and his sorcerer, and slammed into the wall.
Nobody moved.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

“Did you see that? The mighty powers of peace?!”

At the unbelievable scene, my eyes had reduced themselves
to dots. Hey, man, there’s a time and a place for everything, but I
don’t think your peace speeches are quite right for this place.



“Looks like we somehow got that cleaned up.”

We had successfully returned and given the Orb back to the
village healer. Phil-san handed me more money than had been
promised.

“I suppose I caused more trouble to you than I’d
anticipated.”

You’re the trouble, man.

“And we will probably meet again someday.”

Not if I can help it.

“Well then, bye.”

Yeah, bye.

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-He turned his back on me and left without looking back
-once. And I gazed after his disappearing figure for a long time.
-And it wasn’t because I was trying to look cool. I honestly
-hadn’t recovered from my shock yet. And I didn’t suppose I would
-for a while.
---Peace-loving nature: a force to be feared!
-And as I watched his body become a small dot and then
-disappear into the distance, I thought to myself…
-This kingdom won’t last much longer…
-(The Prince Of Saillune – fin)