Akuyaku Reijou ni Nanka Narimasen. Watashi wa『Futsuu』no Koushaku Reijou desu!

"Rosalind!? Mr. Geraldine... I know it's no offense, but it's terrible to talk about eating something you can't just look at! Rosalind, let's go!

Rosalind, who seems to have gotten sick, was taken away by Mr. Dirk with a refreshing princess hug. Cool!! Yiyan, I admire you!!

"Uncle, come on."

"No?"

"Sister, come here? I don't like it. Yet I talk about eating, and it made me sick. Uncle, come on. I hate it."

Shh, shh. Marie's tail rocked in a grumpy mood.

"Father... I missed it! It sucks!"

Mr. Jash... your eyes are super angry, sss! Scary!

"Father, suck!!

Jend, you and Mr. Jash took their seats angrily. But the rice is well secured. It's boulder.

"Marie's going too!

Marie went to her room with her own plate, too.

……………

Oh, I missed my run.

I'm alone with Mr. Geraldine. Super awkward.

"... Lord Linka won't go?

"Huh? Uh, yes"

It's a bit of a botch to botch people who are soggy (even though they deserve it) no matter how much they are...

Rosalind is absolutely fine because Mr. Dirk will do whatever he wants...

"Right. That's why I'm here. It always pisses people off."

It's quite snaggy. My ears and tail are stinging.

"... for the first time, it was"

"What's ssss?

"It's about reciprocity or having an adventure staying with someone in character. Having an adventure with my sons."

Ms Geraldine told me that this time it was just so much fun because they were always understated. But I stuck around saying that I was just pissing off my sons.

"But what was wrong with the Lord? That's a waste of time to hate..."

It's usually a luxury ingredient in Wolfanaea, it's good, and it seems to be very tasty. That's a cultural difference. Mr. Geraldine, you really didn't mean it.

"That's Dames. I don't want to talk to you or see you. From Levelus. You can't eat that."

"Really?

I don't know what you're talking about. Hmmm...

"Mr. Tsu, is that a good analogy? No matter how delicious, no bug-based demons are disgusted in Wolfaneer, eh? Huh? Funamshimodoki?

………

Mr. Geraldine's tail... no, my whole body's hairy.

"Yes... now what?

"Funamsimo." No, you don't have to tell me!!

Oh, I have goosebumps if I look closely.

"It's the same ss that tells Rosalind to eat that hunamshihonyalala. You don't want Mr. Geraldine to eat no matter how good it is, either, do you?

Mr. Geraldine nodded many times. But what kind of demon is this guy to react like this?

No, I don't think you should know, sss.

"There's no way you can even eat something you don't like to see, is there?

"I... what a terrible thing I do mainly...!

Mr. Geraldine cried. Seriously, I'm crying. What should I do? I made Osama cry after a good year.

"Ugh, fugu..."

Osama doesn't stop crying.

"Rosalind's not mad at you, sus."

"No, I can't forgive myself...!

I don't know what to do with this… if I was in trouble, a full-body white tights dove mask came.

Huh? Oh, Popo...? What's that rope??

"Let me talk to you. Let us punish our Lord, Rosalind for his heartless speech."

"Oh, please"

Thus, Mr. Geraldine was hanged, ss. No, why!? Poppo was gone when he hung Mr. Geraldine.

Cumbuck, poppo!!

"Enough is enough! Sleep hung or something bad for your health."

"No, no problem"

"There's a problem, sss! Tomorrow we'll have another dungeon attack!?

Reflected Osama didn't hear me say he was going to sleep hanging, decided he couldn't do it himself and said to call Mr. Jash.

"Father... it's good to reflect, but now what are you going to do with Mr. Linka in trouble"

But Osama, reflecting, did not listen to everyone's persuasion. Mr. Jash, but it didn't work, so Jend, you and Marie couldn't convince everyone to say it either.

In the end, we broke ourselves, sss.

And in the morning.

"Geraldine. Wow!?

Rosalind is stunned by Mr. Geraldine hanging.

"Lord... sorry about yesterday"

"I don't care anymore! Why are you doing this!?

After all, Rosalind wasn't mad.

"Um, everybody pissed me off"

Osama, it looks like we hung ourselves. The executioner wanted Poppo to hang himself. It was Mr. Geraldine!

"That's a simple reason!

Don't believe Rosalind, either. Shh.

And breakfast.

Other than Rosalind and Mr. Dirk, she thought she was angry. Rosalind said she was desperate and that she was okay now.

They've all decided to forgive you because it's troublesome to deny it, and I'm kind of mentally tired.

Mr. Geraldine, who stretched out and genuinely reflected, did not later bring cock roaches to the table, and the similar demons were knocked down in an instant so as not to show Rosalind.

... Congratulations?