''G........gahhhh!　Oh, gosh, ugh, ugh!


　In the dark forest, I struggled to move my leg, desperately grasping my right arm, which was about to be torn off.

　The pain was so intense that it was almost like I was going to lose consciousness.

　However, if I lose consciousness at this point, I'm sure I'll die. I'll be killed.

　The scream that fell from his mouth was a necessary spell for him to retain consciousness.


''d*mn!　Why is the Lord of the Flies here?


　The one chasing them from behind is a giant monster as long as three meters. It is a type of monster called the Lord of the Flies due to its appearance.

　In terms of simple strength, it cannot be compared to illusory species such as dragons, giants, and demon gods, but it is still a disaster monster of such a level that if it were confirmed to appear, the regular knights would be dispatched immediately.　

　This was an opponent that a tenth level adventurer - or in other words, an adventurer who was of the lowest rank - couldn't win even if they stood on their head.

　Blood, sweat, tears, snot and piss. Fear turned into bodily fluids that drained from their bodies.

　From the outside, it must have been disgusting. I was aware of this, but the fear of being chased by a fly the size of a small mountain is indescribable.

　The fear of death can easily crush one's self-control. All he could do was run away, screaming like a child.



　It wasn't supposed to be like this," she thought to herself as she struggled to get to her feet.

　It wasn't supposed to be like this, she thought to herself as she tried her best to move her feet.

　Five years ago, after being banished from his hometown, he became an adventurer.

　I was determined to be an adventurer, to defeat demons, to protect people, to make a name for myself and to gain my father's approval.

　If I had grown up as I had envisioned, I would have fought the Lord of the Flies with a single sword of illusion.

　But the reality, as always, is that the result is the exact opposite of what you expect.


　--No, the current situation was several times worse than that.


''Those guys, those guys!　You're a bait and switch!


　A different emotion than fear of the monster rises up from the back of my throat.

　My right arm was about to be torn off. This was not caused by a monster attack, but by human magic.

　The people who attacked me with the Windcutter's magic have long since disappeared.



　I've imagined that I might die fighting the demons.

　But I had never even imagined a future in which I would be killed by being used as a sesame seed.



　I chose the adventurer's path to gain the approval of my fathers, but that wasn't the whole reason I chose to be an adventurer.

　The best profession to embody the philosophy of salvation held by the Illusionary Itto-ryu and to wield the sword of the Protectorate was that of an adventurer. That's why I knocked on the door of the Adventurer's Guild.

　I wanted to be of service to the world. I wanted to be someone who could protect others. That's why I became an adventurer.

　And this is how it ended up?

　Too bad. It's just too good to be true.



　As I was shuffling around, I heard a viiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, a terribly ominous vibrating sound from behind me.

　I looked at the four wings on the back of the Lord of the Flies and saw them flapping violently. They seemed to have gotten into trouble with their prey as they fled between the trees in the forest.

　Considering the balance between the demon's huge body and the four wings, it should be impossible for it to fly, yet the Lord of the Flies' huge body floats effortlessly in the air in my vision.

　The demon rushed through the unobstructed air like a cannonball.

　By the time I thought I had to dodge it, it was too late.

　A tremendous roar and impact exploded at close quarters.

　It pushed me away and my body flew through the air like a piece of trash.

　There was no sensation of fear or distress. However, the ever-present feeling of floating was terribly distressing.

　That sensation lasted until he was slammed into the ground.


''Ahhhhhh!''


　After a moment of blankness, an unbelievably intense pain coursed through my entire body.

　I writhed and writhed like a madman on the muddy forest soil.

　How long did it take for the pain to subside?

　Before I knew it, I found that a lot of dirt had gotten into my mouth.


'................................Agh!　Ugh!


　He spits out a pile of dirt and stands up.

　But as soon as he stood up, the wound on his right arm tingled and he lost his balance.

　I had to fall down on the dirt I'd spat out.

　An unpleasant feeling of sticky residue clung to my cheek. The stench of my own spit stung my nose.


Aaaaaaah!　What the hell, why, d*mn it!


　For the umpteenth time, I spewed curses all over the place.

　At that moment, I felt a chill run down my spine and turned around.

　-- surprisingly close to me was the Lord of the Flies. The insect's compound eyes, devoid of any sense of purpose, were staring down at me.

　I was truly horrified.

　I realized. The demon wasn't chasing its prey, it was just licking its prey. If they had intended to kill us, they would have turned us into pieces of meat long ago.



　The reason why the Lord of the Flies doesn't do that is because he is waiting for his prey to weaken.

　I suddenly remembered the characteristics of demons that I had read about in a previous source.

　It was said that the Lord of the Flies catches humans and large beasts alive and carries them into his nest to feed his larvae.

　The reason why the Lord of the Flies is considered dangerous as a disaster monster is because of its incredible fertility.

　If an adult fly is left unchecked, it can spawn countless larvae that can destroy the local ecosystem in an instant.

　The ecosystems here include those of humans, and in the past a country has even been wiped out, according to the report.

　If they were caught by the Lord of the Flies at this point, they would have a future of being eaten alive by larvae.


''Uhhhh........!


　I want to run away. But I can't move my legs as the demon stares at me from close range.

　The frog itself that was stared at by the snake.

　Seeing this, the demon must have decided that it has weakened them sufficiently, and it's slithering closer to us.

　A scream escapes from the back of my throat.

　In the next moment, the tip of the Lord of the Flies' pointed tail stabbed into my armpit.

　He whites his eyes around and falls down on the spot.


　--How could this have happened?


　Just before I was about to let go of my consciousness, such questions flashed through my mind.