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Damn, I can\'t believe the demons are attacking us!” (At a time like this, ・・・・・・) Dakinira is lost in her mind. (I guess we\'ll just have to do it.) Dakinira discreetly pulls out the dagger she has been carrying. The bespectacled woman with blonde hair and beret who spoke to me on the station platform also stood up, clenching her fists. Despite her graceful appearance, it seems she was a grappler. \'Tsk, damn it! Dakinira\'s movements were lackluster, and she didn\'t display her usual boldness and sharp body language. That may be just as well ・・・・・・. The prayer to God in a state of mind hesitation is not understood. Tossed about by the movements of the small, humanoid demon tribe, several times magic and sharp swords struck Dakinira. Even so, he was able to avoid fatal wounds due to his natural training and skill. But then the demons changed their attack. Look out! The demon tribe showed a sign of releasing magic towards the trembling toddler nearby. “Ack! A direct hit from the magic struck Dakinira. Dakinira, who was seriously wounded but protected the toddler, glared at the demons who were trying to pursue her. The blonde female grappler was facing alone a demon tribe larger than an orc, a magical beast larger than a bear. It is unlikely that she will be able to come to the rescue. There. A tone that permeates the clamor of the battlefield echoes through the air. It is a flute. It was a nostalgic melody, somewhat melancholy, but nostalgic. It\'s an incantation of nostalgia. ・・・・・・ The grappler, who was fighting a more than evenly matched battle against the two demons, muttered. \'Eh, jeez ・・・・・・, I\'m pulling back.\' When the rampaging demons stopped attacking, they disappeared as slowly and quickly as the tide recedes. The “You idiot! What the hell are you doing! A half-elf girl with a flute in her hand stood in front of Dakinira with an angry face. You can\'t even wipe your own ass, so why are you taking care of others! But when she saw Dakinira\'s injuries, she frowned. God, this fox lady is nosy,” he said. This fox lady is a nosy, selfish, naive, and stupid person who has no medicine to put on herself. She was injured because she did what she wanted to do in a serious and earnest manner, so, in accordance with the religion of freedom and equality, please fix her injury out of pity. He muttered mysterious words that might have caused a stroke in a serious priest if he had heard them, and probably filled him with too much emotion. The half-elf\'s hands, which looked extremely grumpy, somehow took on a holy light, and Dakinira\'s injuries were healed. \'Gosh, I\'m sorry, Lilith-chan ・・・・・・ Don\'t apologize. I like doing it! Oh, thank you ・・・・・・.” Dakinira winked with one eye closed as she held the youngster in her arms. (“Do what thou wilt,” she said. The words may seem different, but maybe the goal is the same.) The priest fistman with wavy blond hair, who was watching and liste