29-Years-Old Bachelor Was… Brought to a Different World to Live Freely

Two weeks and a little from the disturbance of Princess Carunella. There are about two weeks left before the flood.

Gradually, my luck with the flood is increasing.

The building of the Fourth Defensive Wall, which was underway on a steep pitch, is also likely to make it to the flood, and an unprecedented architectural rush is apparently occurring in the new city.

The removal of cluttered buildings built outside the walls and the construction of positions are also under way.

It's a very annoying story for the people who lived there, but either way, if the demons massively push it over in the flood, we can burn it to war.

There is generally no major confusion, and the work seems to be progressing solemnly.

It seems that the new town is built one after another with huge collective housing to accommodate refugees who have lost such residences, as well as small, remote rural people whose defenses are weak.

It's just that the people who put them in those collective homes are the lucky ones.

Outside the new town and walls are overflowing with refugees seeking shelter.

"It's boring..."

I can only grumble bitterly as I look at such people from above the Fourth Wall.

There are still rooms available in my mansion, but not all of the refugees overflowing here can be accommodated.

The refugees are only allowed to enter the new town, but recently refugees seeking shelter are also entering the walls.

Well, most of them are picked out as soon as they're found.

However, the problem of the influx of refugees in the new city is serious.

There are piles of problems such as reduced security, deteriorating hygiene conditions and soaring supplies.

Fortunately, soaring etc. seems to be spared due to the high food production capacity of the Kingdom of Calendyl for basic foods such as wheat.

Meat and other demons that the Knights of the King's Capital have crusaded have also been released to the market at a relatively low price, he said.

When I go out with the Knights of the King's Capital, I'm bringing back all the demons I can eat, so maybe I'm helping a little.

Me and Marl's levels have gone up even further since then, my levels are up to 31 and Marl's levels are up to 20.

Check status.

[Skill Points] 21 points (Skill resettable)

[Name] Tysi-Mituba [Level] 31

[HP] 407 [MP] 2317

[STR] 805 [VIT] 830 [AGI] 809

[DEX] 249 [POW] 492

[Mastery] Swordsmanship 5 Fighting 5 Long Weapon 5 Shooting 1 Demonic Fighting 3

Fire Magic 3 Water Magic 3 Wind Magic 3 Earth Magic 3 Pure Magic 5 Recovery Magic 5 Original Magic 2

Connection Magic 3 Life Magic Body Enhancement 5 Magic Enhancement 5 Magic Recovery 5 Negotiation 2 Cooking 1

Ride 2 Forge 5 Signs Sense 3 Hazard Sense 3 Appraisal Eye Magic Eye Poison Resistance 3

Maximizing the level of physical enhancement resulted in a hell of a status. Magic enhancements are also up to maximum and total MP sucks.

Was it a major change after that when I took my weapon skills to level 5 and pure magic and healing magic to level 5?

How awesome it got, I was able to hold it together first as if a big man were going to lift an empty cardboard with the kind of stone that he would lift for four.

I could run normally without any magic enhancement and run faster than the horse's full disease, and I wouldn't run out of breath for hours at that pace. Something like that, it feels real and Superman.

And then there's magic.

I learned that pure magic is the magic of rays and magic explosions at level 3, the magic of magic cannons and blast demon bullets at level 4, and the magic of extreme blasts at level 5.

Just because I used the rays before, magic explosions are magic that shock around me.

When you go into a bunch of demons and activate this, the demons will blow up in abundance.

Demon Cannon is a single shot & enhanced version of light. It releases magic in a blurry laser shape. I want to scream a wave or something.

The Blast Demon Bullet is an enhanced version of the magic of the Demon Bullet flying in a lock-on fashion.

It's just that it's deliberately on with the explosion and the explosive power is out of step. If you're in a smaller house in one shot, the level of blowing it up.

Extreme blasts fire long-range light bullets. A crater with a radius of about 100 meters was formed at the point where the bullet landed.

I shot 50 meters away and died, not thinking it was that broad. Honestly, it's too powerful to come up with a usage other than letting go of it to the demons that are going to be massive in the flood.

Maybe I can blow up a castle or so if I really shoot you.

Recovery magic was about more effective heels and healing magic for diseases, range recovery magic, and magic to repair site defects. They don't have resuscitation magic on boulders.

The recovery of site defects can only take less magic if there is a thousand severed arms or something, but if there is no magic, the magic will grow slightly. It was lightly horror.

However, I needed rehab to get it back on track, and if I did, it was going to take me years to get back on track enough to withstand the fight.

The experimental bench is all the adventurers who accompanied the demonic crusade.

After all, there were many inferior in strength compared to knights, so the wounded were constant. It's just that some fierce men were on the level of overwhelming some knights.

Trio of A-rank adventurers, for example. All three were magic swordsmen who could use weapons and magic at level 40 or higher. I knew you had a strong man like that.

Of course they were all old men. Reality is not sweet.

Marr also grew well and swordsmanship went to level 3, what a duplicitous skill he learned.

Alchemy came to level 3 and I learned life magic, and water magic and wind magic came to level 2. Remember the magic strike and the magic fight goes to level one.

Too bad I can't see HP or MP, but magic, magic shooting, and high quality equipment made me a lot stronger than those knights there.

They stand out in the alley with dress armor. Sometimes it's because she's a real princess on top, and she's popular because she's called "The Sword Princess of Disease" or something. Isn't it better than the Virgin?

I've also become famous lately because every time I go out on a crusade with the Knights of the King's Capital, it's going to make a big difference.

Originally it was "Troll Crushing" because it destroyed Orc's army by itself and became the "Destroyer Army," and when it blew up a bunch of demons with a huge blast on track, it became known as "Destroying" but "Killing Everyone".

Destruction is still cool, so it's good, but there won't be any kills, all of them.

"Tysi."

Marl in dress armor rushes over the Fourth Wall, which surrounds the new city all the way.

Apparently, he's been going all the way over there to see the streets. People who acknowledge Marr's appearance cheer under the walls.

Marl responded by smiling and waving at the voice, the cheer boiling. Idol.

"Uh, hey, you've become famous."

That's how Marl hugs me in the arm. Booing sounds from under the walls.

"Ugh! Marl's mine! We're never gonna do this!

Now when I screamed, my laughter boiled more mixed up with booming.

Something tells me I don't seem to hate you that much either. I'm a little upset. It seems some of them are seriously booing though.

Me and Marr go down the Fourth Wall and rendezvous with the knights.

In the event of a major flood, I am the first to magically blow a wide area off the Fourth Wall. That's what I'm looking at today.

The folks are pushing and cheering to see Marl at first sight. The Knights play a guard against it. You're really like an idol, damn it.

Pushing through the new city while being guarded by the Knights, he enters the wall.

Dive into the boulder when you get to the wall. There are a lot of guards around here, and there are knights living there, so there's good security.

Still, the people on the road will look back on us and pay attention to us.

"Welcome home, sir"

When I got to the mansion, Fram greeted me.

It's been over a month since I bought Flam, but Flam has seriously engaged me in my work at this mansion without saying anything since that discussion.

Pretend to seduce me, make fun of me and Marr.

I think we'll need to discuss this again here.

"Flam, I need to talk to you, so come to the living room."

"Yes, sir."

Put your armor in storage and get lighter.

It is very easy to take it off as you can put it directly into storage when it comes to the armor and clothes you are equipped with. It's a hassle to wear because I usually have to wear it.

Marl seems to be getting dressed in the bedroom.

I head to the living room one foot away, and then I tell Mabel to make some tea and bring it to the living room.

Flam followed me as I was.

"Have a seat."

"Yes, excuse me"

In no time, Mabel pushed the cart with the tea.

Meet Fram and I for tea until Marl arrives. Marl came right down.

Cut the story out where everyone is aligned.

"One first"

That said, I took out a wave of a long steel sword and put it on the table in the living room.

Flam blinks at the long sword for a moment and waits for my word.

"In about two weeks there will be a flood. I don't think there's much going on here because it's inside the wall, but I don't know what it is. Maybe a firehouse thief will break in. So I'll give the weapon to the flam. Now protect yourself and Mabel."

Mr. Jack is fine. He's got some kind of covert skills, like swordsmanship and fighting.

"As I have said many times before, I am a criminal slave. Besides, I've been after your husband and Marr's life in the past. You can't have a weapon."

"This isn't a favor, it's an order. Fram, take this sword and protect yourself and the lives of those in the hall. You just don't have to do anything to keep this hall alive. Life is a priority, okay?

"... ok"

There is a slave magic contract between me and Flam. Orders, speaking of which, cannot be rejected by Flam.

Speaking of which, don't feel like this is the first time you've given an order openly.

Flam takes the long steel sword on the table and pulls it out of the sheath.

This is also a sword I made, of course the quality is a 'transcendental' dish. It is made into a simple, less decorative, normal straight sword.

Because I felt that Flam would shy away from expensive things like misrills. It makes me stand out for it.

"I think things are a little too good"

"That's what happens when I make it, be patient. Any other requests in terms of treatment? I want to do what I can to push myself."

Flam nodded at my words and opened his mouth with his sword in his sheath.

There's a full smile on that face like I've never seen before.

"Right. It's been a month since your husband bought it, but when will I get your husband's mercy?

Biki, make a noise and the air on the field freezes.

My hand holding Marl's cup was trembling in small pieces. Cold sweat comes out.

Mabel is shimmering her eyes. You're old enough to be intrigued, you know.

"You mean a day off, yeah. So let's take a break every Sunday. Let's do that."

"No. It's cowardly to get out of the way, sir. It's horrible when you're thrown out for not being asked to do that as a slave."

You can learn. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Why are you making such a far-fetched statement? I am!

"Well, that's nashi."

"Is it a lie that I said, 'I want to do what I can'?

Think, think, me. Convince him well.

Fram thinks' that sort of thing 'is also part of his slave work, and you mean he's anxious for me not to ask for it.

I mean, you don't have to do that from the start, you just have to tell him. All right.

"Oh, that's for real. But this isn't it, is it? Flam is just not calm. You didn't forget what I did to you, did you? Even though I bought you, I didn't deserve it, and even Flam didn't have to do anything he didn't want from the start. Nothing to be anxious about."

Flam nodded and grinned deeply at my words, and Marl sighed and nodded.

Is that it? Did I fail? Did I say something weird?

"So you're glad I admit your husband and your husband will have mercy if I want?

"... Huh? No, no, no, no! No, I'm not! Why does that happen!? No, you can't. Think about it in common sense! I have Hola, Marr!

Listening to my words, Flam turns his gaze to Marl with a smile on his face.

Marl has a bitter look at that gaze.

"Master Marr? You remember your promise, right?

"Is it just an enlarged interpretation?

"But it was a promise to admit this pattern, too, wasn't it?

Marl sighs at Fram's smile. It's as if you admitted to losing.

"Shit, I can't... I promised."

"What? Promise? What's that!?

"It's a promise between women. It's a secret to your husband."

Something seemed to be going on between Marl and Flam, where I don't know.

I mean... what the hell is that supposed to mean!?

"Fine, I'll sleep with Mabel today. Mr. Tysi's idiot."

That said, Marr pulls Mabel's hand and tries to leave the living room.

"Hey, Mr. Marr!? Wait, wait, wait! Why is this happening!?

"It's a promise. All right, Mr. Tysi. You can't if you run away. You get angry when you run, don't you?

Marr had a grudge. He glanced at Gittori and me with his eyes and closed the door to Pathan and the living room and went away.

Only me and Flam will be left in the living room.

What's this about, what's this about?

"Then, Master, let's come to the bedroom. Have mercy, won't you?

Flam gets up off the couch in front of me, holds the sheath of the table in one hand and offers me his hand.

Don't grab this hand, if you grab it, you won't be able to go back.

"If you run away, Master Marr will be ashamed, won't he? Are you going to embarrass Master Marr?

I grabbed that hand.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

As far as the sun goes, it's still like the evening.

Over my chest the flam is breathing in glossy breath.

He's gonna flam me, but I 'm-- I'm a guy.

"That's it!

Van and door open with Marl screaming.

Turning his gaze, there was Marr in underwear.

Aye yee yee!? Nande!? Nande in underwear!?

"Dear Marr, you have a different promise, don't you?

"No, you didn't promise! I won't disturb you!

"So what are you going to do?

"Mix it up!

That's what I'm going to say and stick you in bed, Marr.

Hey, stop it, idiot.

In the end, the three of us spent the day without even having dinner with Locke.

But VIT830 is not Dada. I won, I won.

"How did this happen..."

Wake up and whine.

On the left and right, Marl and Flam are resting easily.

Sure, these are men's dreams, but guilt creeps up.

No, I don't suppose Marl and Flam care that much because they're above consent?

But given the history, I thought it would be so easy to look at the flam while thinking about… etc., I just got my eye on the flam. Apparently, it's awake.

"If your husband is also a man, he doesn't care about the details. Truth is, the roots are cautious."

That's what I say, I smile, I lean over.

A plump soft one, unlike Marl's, was pressed. Whoa, this is it.

Marl on the other side also hugged me thinking something like that. Looks like this one's really just asleep.

"I don't know. I'm a bad person with no roots, so I'm gonna drown if I don't think about things as properly as I can."

"Lady Marr will make a breakthrough then. Perhaps we could spend a little more time in self-depravity, huh? Your husband seems to be in a hurry somewhere."

"Grunt, like a devil's whisper"

That's how I kept talking to Flam until Marl woke up.

I've never talked to Flam so much.

Has the mind also come close for bringing the body closer? It's kind of subtle, but I didn't feel bad.

Somewhere, I think something that was holding onto my heart fell off.