An Unemployed Small-Town Girl Pulled Out The Enchanted Sword: She Can't Become The Hero, So She

A dragon struck a line of brave men.

Dressed in black scales, the dragon spewed flames from his mouth and responded to the brave men who turned their blades.

Only when the flying Dorothy waves the blade down on the dragon but is bounced by a stiff scale to scatter the spark.

"Dorothy! Fighting the Dark Clouds doesn't stand a chance!

Eliza screamed as she avoided the flames.

Leaping up, Dorothy waved her sword with the dragon's neck tied as she kicked the wall and jumped up, without an ear to hear Eliza's words.

"That idiot, you're making a leap"

Since meeting with the King, Dorothy's unstable emotions had leaned towards the worse.

Dorothy, who says he can't defeat the Demon King if he stays weak, moved on to the dragon without asking Hawkins if he heard he could make a strong weapon.

Worried about Dorothy, who had no ears to listen to, the Elizas broke into the Dragon's Nest without stopping, but were forced to fight the Dragon when they were found early.

Avoiding the flames, avoiding the nails, Dorothy even waved her sword.

I have to be strong. Because I am a brave man. Because we have to save the world from the Demon King.

My thoughts were on the verge of distortion.

The Devil Nation is evil, and the thoughts that believed that justice was in me are turning into radical ideas.

This is all I can do.

The blood muscle ideal of a brave man I believed in for many years. A fantasy that I thought should be like this myself.

Dorothy made one decision when she forced herself to heal the imaginations that were about to break.

Defeat the Demon King. With your own hands. Absolutely.

Because I lost once, to save the world, because I am the descendant of a brave man.

All of them are reasons, not all of them.

Just for his own sake, Dorothy hoped to be able to achieve a satisfactory end to herself.

"Wow, wow!"

Hawkins' axe threw a stretched dragon's neck.

A black body falls as it gives up earthen smoke. The neck of a dragon all over the universe erupted the last flame, falling powerless to the ground.

"Hawkins! Which part can I use to make a weapon!

Dorothy called Hawkins as she stepped on the wreckage.

"Turn on the scales. After that, I'll use all the thick parts of the spinal cord, and the nails."

"Okay."

I'll stick my sword in the carcass and amputate the said area.

Eliza and Maria caught a glimpse of Dorothy's anomaly as she desperately recovered the area while still bathing in warm blood.

Too desperate.

I didn't think he was very brave to dismantle the dragon with no expression like he was possessed.

"Dorothy, are you okay?

Eliza spoke up as if it had changed too much, but Dorothy remains faceless.

"If you have time to talk, help Eliza, too. Now we'll build a weapon."

Don't stay like this.

Dorothy looked like a tyrant adhering to justice.

I just want strength, and I want to move my surroundings the way I want.

Such a thing is not a brave man or anything. Two letters emerged on Eliza's head that she should not think about.

"Demon King"

Even though he is the descendant of a brave man, Dorothy looks like a demon king now.

He's not a brilliant demon king like Merle, he's really like a demon king trying to dominate the chaos and the world.