Mao sits directly beside me in the chairman's office.
Until then, sitting across the table in front of me sat beside me until I let the tail go.
"Um... Chairman?
"What is it?
"What is it, why beside me?
"I don't care."
"I don't care if you say so"
It's harder not to care in this situation.
Mao stares at me with Nico and his sparkling eyes.
The cause - since I found out I was "Max of A," so I guess so.
I can clearly tell that I would have been nostalgic (,,,) because of it.
That's fine, I coughed up and changed the subject.
"Speaking of which, when is the Dungeon Master here?
Two days later, it's the 20th floor of the lantern.
Are you sure about that forecast?
"That's what alcohol says."
"Yeah? What do you mean?
Necklaced by Mao's words, the standing tail answered.
"The chairman can predict when the dungeon master will appear due to the quality of the alcohol, sss. It's a hundred percent median."
"Really?
"What!
Mao signed V.
You're just a pretty girl when you try this, but do you even have such a stunt?
"When the time comes when the Dungeon Master is, does quality go up? No, you're gonna back off?
Dungeon master in control of the dungeon itself.
Because only occasionally,
-Birth where something builds up in the dungeon
-Come out of the dungeon where something is gone and replenish
I anticipated two patterns:
I imagine mana and precision and stuff like that.
But...
"No. When the Dungeon Master does, the alcohol gets gargled and the smell of mummy is nonsense."
"Let me name you Mr."
I don't know, the word came up in the back of my brain.
Totally sensitive, genius skin job.
Anyway, I'd appreciate it if you said a hundred percent.
I guess that's why Eric had this plan.
Then on that day - that's when I worked out the plan in my head.
I noticed Mao staring at me even more.
More sparkling eyes than just now, eyes that feel like they're expecting something.
"What's going on?
"Tomorrow, I'll know what time it is."
"You mean when you get closer, you'll know the details."
"What!
Nodding Mao, my eyes grew stronger and stronger like expecting something.
I'll think about it a little later.
"Well, why don't you tell me the first thing you know"
"Leave it to Mao!
She rejoiced, jumping up and spinning all the way.
Apparently, they missed him a lot.
At night, an inn in the city of Philin.
I took a big room, I put a beer on the diagonal and waited far away.
After a while, the flaming footlights hatched from the beer into the hagglemont.
"Go! - Repetition."
I rushed to use the repetition.
The flames are wrapped around my feet. The flames have slightly backed down the walls.
"I should have made it wine..."
While reflecting, confirm the drop of the hagglery thing.
It was the bullet that the flaming footsteps dropped.
A brand new bullet I've never seen before.
"Special bullets... then mass production first"
I left the inn and hung around the city.
Philin, the city of liquor.
It is offered everywhere in the city so that the lowest ranked alcoholic beverages can just be drunk.
I found all kinds of liquor in the barrel.
The beer is... the flaming foot is probably not good, I'll probably ignite it if I think about what I'm going to do.
I checked the tar with the wine and took it from the city.
Leaving the city, he placed the tar in an unpopular place.
And take the distance.
After a while, the ice footlights hatched from inside the tall.
"Repetition!"
Using magic, I defeated the ice foot.
There was a new special bullet in the porch.
Soon the ice footsteps came out of the tar again.
Tall alcohol, like water for life.
From there the monsters come out hatching one after the other.
I didn't use the bullet.
That's what I didn't make beer for.
Guns on wine, I don't expect to ignite with it, but avoid behaviors that could ignite it due to the procedure of bringing every tar of alcohol and hatching one hagglemont after another.
Repetition in this case is not sidelined, it is the optimal solution.
Defeat it with a repetition from the side of the hatch and get a special bullet on the porch.
Every time I hatched, the liquor in the tar decreased.
Eventually, the contents of the tall were emptied and the footsteps of the last integral ice.
"Number accumulated, test it"
No more booze, so don't hesitate to pull out the gun and load a new special bullet.
With that in mind, I shot him in the footsteps of the ice.
At the moment of the hit, the ice footsteps burned up.
It's not just a flamethrower, it's a blue flame.
"Alcohol."
I thought so.
I remember the alcohol lamp I used in my class experiment when I was in middle school or so.
The flames at that time are these colors,
"It's even bluer than that."
Flaming colors like red and orange are not included at all, perfect blue.
It's about as good as "Aoi".
"Shizuku, what's a flame bullet?"
I tried another shot, I also tried to shoot a flamethrower for comparison.
Red and pale, the two flames next to each other are spectacular.
……
After the two kinds of flames went out, I put up my gun again.
Flame bullets on one side and pale flame bullets on the other.
Shoot them both at the same time, overlapping orbits and fusing them together.
"Is that it? Hot that I can't see anything -!"
The moment it fused, I was wondering nothing would happen, but the next moment a tremendous amount of heat hit me.
There's a flame production at a concert or something, but that one, even far away, the heat strikes me in an instant.
Nearly a hundred times that heat hit me.
He kicked the ground and jumped back big as he crossed his arms and guarded them.
I took a distance, away from the heat, and I noticed.
It's not like there's nothing, the space where the fusion bomb originated looks distorted.
Yangtze. The sight of the road looks distorted in the midsummer flames, much more loose and distorted than that.
A fusion of flame bullets and pale flame bullets.
The invisible flame looks like a fusion bomb that produces a hell of a lot of heat.
If you shoot that at a nearby tree to try it out.
"... come on, you're overdoing this"
There was no ash left, and the invisible flames burned everything down in an instant.