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The most famous is Grant Bartolone, the head of the demonic crusade unit known as the 'Ashes Demon'.

The man with red eyes, dark grey hair, has a demonic sword, grey hands (ash hands), passed down from generation to generation to the Bartolone family, and somehow butchers even large demons.

The next famous is Griselda Lanza, deputy captain of The Devil of Water.

He is also famous as a magic swordsman, a big man who uses spears and water with blue hair and blue eyes. How brave of you to hunt tons of demons with water magic and spears.

The third person may change his name or sometimes increase with four or five, but in the last few years the name has often risen to 'Red Armor (Scarlet Armor)', Volfredo Scalfalotto.

But he is not called a 'demon' like the others, only one is called a 'reaper'.

Volfredo has no magic but physical enhancement. And there's no inherited demon sword, no weapon like a famous sword.

Dressed in precedent red armor, with a lent ordinary sword, we just head to the demons.

From the front, or from the side, he goes in with the demon recognizing himself.

Slash, run, fly, avoid, attack very commonly, strengthen your body, that was the battle.

Hoping for red armor in the first year, when he passed in six months, he was whispered in the shadows, 'wanting to die'.

In the second and third years, actions were regarded as too dangerous, rumored to be 'reckless' who would die in the meantime.

But even after the fourth year he survived. I wasn't even seriously injured.

Ever since we were able to accurately target the steeple of demons and became the need (and not the least) of the crusades, people's eyes and voices have changed.

Volfredo is not reckless, he is competent, he has eyes that see through the demonic death - when is that only to be said, and his nickname changed from that brunette to 'Black Reaper'?

From the demon to be defeated, it was once an unmistakable even.

Most importantly, the "Reaper" part contains a great deal of hints about the men - the women knights and soldiers of the royal castle, and the maids.

The tight body of a long lean body, the wet dark hair of a whale, a painted white face (covering) to be decorated in the temple.

Is that more of a Fallen Angel than a Reaper?

Many women say their hearts are going to stop if they can stare with those golden eyes that exceed the big gold coins.

Keeping the women's gaze at their roots, they don't move into love sentences, they don't respond to sweet inviting voices, and they don't try to get a good match for the conditions.

The only rumor of love is dating the widow of the Duke's house, but not so certain as to be true or false.

That was also applauding Wolfe's rumors.

"Wolfe, that weird thing, what?

Five-finger socks.

"Black Reaper" and "Fallen Angel" Those so called had changed their five-finger socks in the back of the woods, at a rest point on the way to the wetlands.

About 5 km to this point, we have even walked through the woods and wetlands.

Soldier shoes made of waterproof cloth and leather, instead of being sturdy and water free, steam considerably.

For this reason, many people changed their socks and changed their layers before the Big Frog (Big Frog) outbreak, including preparing for battle at the last resting point.

"Five finger socks? It looks like a new demon shell to me..."

"Drino, don't look at me like that."

Dorino Bertie, a fellow trooper and friend of mine, is pointing his suspicious gaze at the five-finger sock. Wolfe began his explanation with a bitter smile.

"Look, it's a sock with all my toes separate. This way, lay in dry shoes. When I talked about the dampness in my shoes to walk in the swamp, my friend gave it to me. So, now I'm trying."

"Regardless of the inner laying, those socks are so weird. Mostly, it's too hard to wear."

"I was surprised when I first saw it, too, and I knew wearing it would take time. But this combination might be good. I've walked this far, but my shoes and legs are dry."

My fingers won't even stick to me, even if I swoop on the feet of those who haven't changed. What a comfortable shoe environment.

"You're lying. I said I'm sweating and I'm both chicks."

"Want to try Drino too?

"Um, it looks like a demon shell, but I'd appreciate it if it dried up... well, give me a set. I'll pay for it later."

"Oh, that's good. I'm planning on writing a report instead, so let me talk to you later."

"Okay. Hey, don't you have a knack for how to wear it, this"

Continue the conversation while explaining to Dorino, who has failed to wear it all at once, that he will pass one toe at a time.

"Oh! Something, my toes and fingers didn't stick together, I lost my sweat"

"I'm glad it's just the right size. Speaking of which, I was wondering if this combination would be waterworm prevention."

"You say it's waterworm prevention?!

I was in the middle of a conversation, but somehow, a senior who was polishing his sword across the street ate it.

"Wolf, let me know more. Is that gonna be waterworm prevention?

"Yeah, yeah. It might be preventative, but it's not definitive."

Asked by his predecessors about the momentum toward a crusading demon, Wolfe answered hastily.

"Well, I don't know about water bugs, but with these socks and medium layers, I think they're comfortable because they dry in the shoes"

"Right. Where do you sell those socks and the inner layers?

"No, because this is a prototype..."

"Can't you buy that prototype?!

Those around him began to pretend back to the man whose voice grew louder and louder.

"I have spare five-finger socks and medium laying, seniors, would you like to give it a try?

"I'd love to!

He takes his own hands in both hands of his senior, and Wolfe is baffled.

Seniors, I wonder how much they hated the sweat in their shoes.

Indeed, it is important for seniors who are big swordholders to step in. Even you don't want to slip in a swamp with bad scaffolding, sweat. I thought so and handed him the five-finger socks and the inner laying.

"Well, let me know what you think later"

"Thank you! Let me share my best thoughts on the power later"

I wonder what it's like to feel as powerful as you can.

Wolfe was watching seniors change with a serious face while remembering some doubts.

"I'm interested too, sell me a set."

"Huh!"

I was held on to my shoulder a beat early in an attempt to fly to the voice from directly behind me.

I guess while I was looking at the seniors, I noticed Captain Grate was taking my back.

Next to it, the knight in sync also stands. It bothered me that my eyes were strangely sharp.

"If it works for water bugs, I'd love to give it a try"

"Me too, I don't mind the price as a product"

"No, they say it's a prototype, and I still don't know if it works for water bugs... and I don't know because I've never been a water bug, but is it that hard?

"When the itching increases due to sweat, the focus is taken. When it gets worse, it also makes me uncomfortable stepping in"

"Oh, you're with me when you have a sweat rash (or something)"

Wolfe was convinced when he was told.

In that case, I still think that these socks and the inner laying would fit as a countermeasure.

I honestly gave it to him because I had no choice not to give it to the captain on the boulder.

"Wolf... when you become a water bug, you can't even go back to the mansion and hang out with your wife. Instead, we'll do everything we can to avoid it..."

"That's it... then why don't you come and treat me at the temple?

"It will come back to life after a while even after treatment. And it's hard to heal."

On his gruesome, more contemporaneous face, Wolfe gently handed him the socks and the inner layers.

"It's harder than I thought it would be..."

"Volfredo! You can only say that when you're young and your skin is new. If you cross thirty-five, you're gonna get gutted!

"What are you talking about, Captain! Because you're young, it consists of sweating a lot!

"When you get older, your skin regenerates slowly, which is why it heals slower and worse!

I just found out that it's getting kind of a bad vibe.

Without agreeing to either, Wolfe laughs in the dark.

Rounding his gaze, there was Dorino, who had already escaped from his neighbor to a place far away and had a face that had absolutely nothing to do with it.

As a thank you to a friend who cared for me, I swear to my heart I'll pour you some firewine until the edge of the glass at the next drinking party.

"... Wolff"

When I was called by name and pretended back, another friend walked over.

Randolph Goodwin.

Out of the Count's house, known as the Border Uncle, is also contemporaneous.

Unlike Dorino, who escaped, this friend with red copper hair might be willing to take it between us.

When he came directly next to Wolfe, he whispered and said with a terrible, serious face.

"... If possible, could I ask for a pair myself"

"Randolph......"

Wolfe handed him the spare socks and the inner layers in silence.