“If I don’t hurry and get to the city, I’ll probably end up making Undead just to have someone to talk to. So, from here, north is… this way.”
Using the sun as a reference to get a sense of direction, Vandalieu began running.

After he continued running for a while, he suddenly noticed a scent on the wind that stimulated his hunger.

“This is the smell of blood. This stink is Goblin blood… no, there’s human blood mixed in as well?”

It seemed that there were people and Goblins fighting up ahead.

“Alright, let’s go and help them.”

Vandalieu used Flight to float lightly into the air, and then began flying forward at great speed.

He didn’t know whether the adventurers or soldiers who were fighting were struggling, but even if the battle was going favorably for them, wouldn’t they be friendly towards him? That was what Vandalieu thought.

As usual, he had no confidence in his ability to communicate with those who were unaffected by his Death-Attribute Charm.









Kasim stopped the club with his shield and brought it crashing down on the club’s owner.

“Eat this! Shield Bash!”

The Goblin Soldier screamed as the shield slammed into his face, sending it flying backwards. However, its place was quickly taken by another Goblin Soldier.

“Oi, Kasim! When did you learn how to use Shield Bash?!”

“I just shouted the martial skill’s name; it’s not like I can actually use it.”

“That’s what I thought!”

The Shield-bearer-in-training Kasim, the Swordsman-in-training Fester and the Scout-in-training Zeno formed a three-man party. Because Goblins had been appearing more frequently on the highway between the village and the mine, this party had been hunting them to reduce their numbers.

The three of them had just graduated the adventurers’ school and become E-class adventurers, but they were confident that they would be able to exterminate Goblins, even if they appeared in large numbers with three or four Goblin Soldiers.

But they hadn’t expected over fourteen Goblin Soldiers to appear on a highway that wasn’t even part of a Devil’s Nest.

On top of this, there was a particularly problematic Goblin shrieking orders to the others. It was a Rank 3 Goblin Barbarian, one of the newbie-killers that the adventurers had learned about in the adventurers’ school.
“What is a Goblin Barbarian doing in a place like this? I didn’t sign up for this!”

“Everyone mistook it for a Goblin. This is why they’re newbie-killers.”

If examined closely, it is clear that Goblin Barbarians have more developed muscles around the neck and limbs, but from afar, they simply look like slightly thicker Goblins. And in the majority of cases, their weapons are tree branches used as clubs just like other Goblins, only a little larger.

Because of this, many newbies approach them after mistaking them for normal Rank 1 Goblins, only to be beaten to death by their overwhelming strength.

“It’s still better than a Goblin Mage, isn’t it? Those are newbie-killers as well,” said Zeno.

The contents of a Goblin Barbarian’s head are no different from a normal Goblin’s. Even the Goblin Barbarian that was in charge now seemed to not have given any orders other than, “Don’t run away,” and, “Fight.”

“Zeno, you’re right, but trouble is trouble. No matter what happens, they won’t… run away!” Fester finally managed to cut down a Goblin Soldier, but the next Goblin Soldier stepped forward immediately to take its place.

He had already cut down three of them. Goblin Soldiers were smart enough to run when they thought that their chances of winning were slim or if they thought that victory would come at too great a cost.

But the Goblin Barbarian’s head was filled with nothing but the idea of fighting. And since the Goblin Soldiers feared the Barbarian far more than Kasim’s party, they weren’t running away.

“Oi, do you still have Mana left?” Kasim asked his companions. “If I use Provocation and either Stone Wall or Stone Form, I’ll be out.”

“I can use three more martial skills,” Zeno replied. “How about you, Fester?”

“… I only have enough to use Single Flash twice,” said Fester.
It is difficult to say that non-mage E-class adventurers have abundant Mana pools. Kasim prepared himself, knowing that it would be difficult to come out of this situation alive on their own with their remaining Mana.

At least they were all fortunate enough to be men. At worst, they would all be killed here… though they would probably turn into Goblin food afterwards, they wouldn’t feel anything as long as they were killed first.

“Zeno, Fester, I’ll draw the Goblins’ attention with Provocation. While I do that, you guys run,” said Kasim.

“Kasim, what are you trying to –”

“There’s a Barbarian on the highway! There’s definitely a large pack of Goblins nearby. You need to let everyone in the village know!” Kasim raised his shield.

The Goblins had grown tired of attacking, but they were unwilling to allow Kasim’s party to escape. The moment Kasim tried to use his Shield Technique martial skill, Provocation –

Far behind the Goblin Barbarian, there was a child carrying a large amount of luggage floating in the air.

“Eh?”

That child was silently flying closer, swift as the wind.

“– Iron Rend.”

He swept his claws across, easily decapitating the Goblin Barbarian.

“Eh?”

“Geh?”
“W-what?”

“Gyageh?”

The Goblin Barbarian screamed as its head flew off and blood spouted from its headless corpse like a fountain.