Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

Zveit was dreaming.

The reason I understood I was dreaming is because the scenery around me is a dim mansion.

From the ruins and the roughness of the room, I didn't think it was real.

Above all, it will be because Zveit himself moves at will as if he were invited by something, and keeps walking forward regardless of his will.

A floating feeling that doesn't seem very real makes me realize that this is a dream, but I don't know how to wake up to the trouble.

And Zveit quietly opened the door of a room that had nothing to do with his will.

"You're here, Zveit.... I've been waiting for you. '

The Lord of voices sounds familiar.

He is a good friend, a friend who talks about his dreams in the same faction, and would certainly be even more of a fellow Dio.

For some reason, however, he weaves a pitch-black cape and doesn't try to turn his face over here.

In response to that Dio, Zveit's mouth opens on its own.

"Dio...... What do you want from me?

'Huh... Dio... That's a name I miss.'

'No, you're Dio, right? What the fuck? The... somewhat old smelly cloak...'

He doesn't answer.

Without a choice, Zveit tries to turn to him, and Dio slowly opens his mouth.

"Zveit...... I really want to spend the rest of my life with her. But you know there's someone in the way of that, right?

'Ah...... What's so dangerous about your relationship... you already know that, don't you?

'That's why... I... decided to join hands with Cloisas. "

"No, why the cloisas? Just because you put your hands together with him doesn't mean you can beat your grandfather, right?

But Deo won't stop talking.

On the contrary, he was shaking his shoulders with pleasure somewhere. I'm laughing.

'That's because you're only a person... zveit...'

"Haaaa?!

'Yes... at last I dumped people, zveytohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Humans, stop, what have you become? Ahhhhhhhhh!?

Looking back, on Dio's face, he was wearing a jade mask, no doubt that some great sage would say, 'Hey, I'm the guy on display in the museum.

It is Arre, where some native king was clothed, buried together, and now exhibited in a famous museum.

'With this power... I'll fuck you!

What are you talking about? Which way? Is it Grandpa or Celestina?!?

'In both ways! I have to thank Kreussus. "

At the same time Dio said that, the spotlight lit up in one corner of the room, where Cloisas was posing extremely cool and sexy.

What did you do to Dio?

"What, you just took part in an experiment? I didn't know this was going to happen... it's really interesting '

"Seriously, what did you do to him? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!?

'It's a lot...... Yeah, a lot of things...... huhuhuhuhu'

Cloisas with her glasses' quickened 'up and an unlimited mad black grin.

But this isn't the end of the story.

"Oh here you are, there's a shitty bug gathering in Tina!! I'm not gonna fuck you, I'm not gonna fuck you. Whoa, whoa!

"Gee!? Dear Grandpa......!? Which one do you mean?!

'Whatever you mean by both. Ahhhhhhh!!

Old Creston showed up suddenly.

Suddenly burning in heat. But... my physical fitness seemed muscular because of my chi.

It has a disappointing physique that can be seen even from above the clothes. In Zveit's eyes, his grandfather appeared slightly larger.

"In order to bury both Uzi bugs approaching Teena, Noon worked out to work out... finally got the steel flesh!!

Suddenly kicking his jacket in the skin, there was a tough flesh there that didn't seem like an old man's thing.

My head says I'm a good man, but my flesh is truly a samurai. It is not the flesh of a magician.

Too much shock makes Zvate flabbergasted.

"O, my lord... whose body..."

"Hey, Lord Zeros asked me to work out. If they're around, they'll kill you with their fists!

The spotlight struck again, and directly beneath it, Zeros, with a nihilistic grin on his hard void, draped smoke all over him, his hands with a subtle thumbs up, and he was delighted.

"Master, what are you doing? Awwwwwwwwww!!

'Hey, Mr. Creston asked you to do this, didn't he? I just gave you a little hands-on...... you've done a brilliant physical modification ~. I'm... not an old man anymore...'

'No... I have trouble getting regretted for the serious look on my face... What do you do, you can be a macho like that?

'... I've survived hell. I just have to say that... You've already deviated from people's realm. Oh, I'm scared, I'm scared.

'I have no regrets at all!? Rather, proud!? Master, what are you doing?

The two modified humans confront each other, ignoring what happened to Zveit.

person or physical modification, person or external modification. Neither is a person already.

'Interesting...... Which flesh is the strongest of mankind, would you like to try?

"Good bye! They burn you out with no ashes left. Wow!!

'I'll pay you back. URYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!'

"Return to ashes, with my flames!! Drag Inferno Distribution!! '

And we unleash a flame and struggle with each other out of the ordinary track.

While staring at each other, its power filled the room by the time it was severely painful, and it suddenly turned back into a situation that could be a one-shot inspiration. The confronting two were willing to kill and were indeed chaos.

"Hmm... I think I feel good about you, Mr. Kreussus. ♪ It's a really good job '

'Me too, you got some interesting results inside. How can an old man, your grandfather, become such a healthy body... Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Why are you guys so calm?!? Chaos, how do you pick it up!!

"'Ah...'"

"Heh!?

A series of fists wrapped around the impending fire in the form of the insertion of the Zveit and the fighting spirit unleashed with tremendous power.

The calories that burn down even the bones, the sound of blows and shocks that crush the limbs, strike him at the same time, and he turns into a mutilated corpse. It was a complete entanglement.

Zveit's consciousness is distant, and...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!?

"Wow!? I'm scared... don't threaten me, Zveit."

... woke up.

When you look around in a rough breath, it's a familiar dorm room.

Outside the side window, the little birds were flying for fun. It is indeed a long, idle early morning.

Rooms are neat and tidy, not one piece of garbage dropped thoroughly.

Beside it, Deo in the same room was unexpectedly surprised by Zvate jumping out of bed. It was one of the causes of the nightmare.

"A dream... I had a weird dream."

"Sounds like it was amazing enough to jump up, huh? Can I ask you what kind of dream it was?

"Don't ask... and you... what's the mask in that hand?

"Is this it? He's the one who said Cloisas was gonna give it to me, but he looks so blurry. You don't know what to do..."

It was not a jade mask, but a mask of stone with suspicious signs.

Around the forehead, there is a smudge that inserts something jewel-like.

"Kreussus... Don't wear that mask, okay?

"There's no way you're wearing it! I have too much trouble disposing of it. I'm not going to throw it away because it's a gift..."

"Then it's good... It's something he collected. It must be something he's not even busy with."

"I agree. Better yet, it's time for breakfast, why don't you get dressed? I'll head to the cafeteria first."

"Right, more than that... Sole, what are you gonna do?

"I'll put it in a box and seal it. If someone gets it, it's going to be irrevocable."

"That's wise..."

In contrast to the commonsense Dio, Zveit leaked a breath of relief.

This is how Cloisas' gift was sealed.

I had a weird dream, Zveit, but it was to get back to my usual routine. First, breakfast is the top priority.

It is not certain where this mask has since disappeared.

It was also a matter of some doubt for Zveit as to where Kreussus was getting suspicious items from.

"... it's not gonna be a real dream... is it?

Zveit only prays that his dreams will not become a reality, even as he dresses.

In the early morning, which was supposed to be refreshing, for some reason the cold wind was blowing through.

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At noon that day, the three brothers and sisters were having their faces met on the cafe terrace in the college.

"Coming... my master is coming... Honestly, I can't wait to see you... but I haven't seen any magic yet."

"Right...... Honestly, I'm just wondering if it's a good idea for us to meet right now."

"Are you that scared? Was it Lord Zeros?

Croissas looked strangely at the restless Zveit and Celestina in the morning.

In the first place, Kreussus had never met Zeros, and he had listened to the oral message, but did not have a clear impression. That is also a good place to say [the great wise man with the utmost wisdom], say [the abandoned man who loves agriculture so much], say [the great demon mentor with an unusually high fighting ability] and everything from nothing to nothing out of the standard.

Zeros' personality, which he heard, is also [a warm but distorted character, a good man who spends his time on orphans, but his enemies relentlessly and tragically slaughter the destroyers], I don't understand.

Normally, there is no reason why a human being who kills a person is a good person, and there is a contradiction between a good person who is treating an orphan with a distorted personality, etc. I can't tell if it's ruthless or merciful.

Also, if you were repeating magic experiments while turning the war around, it should be a pretty brutal humanity, but for some reason you don't know very well, such as living carefully while farming.

Well, when character resembles Cloisas, there's no grasp at once.

"What can I say...... Does it seem like you're in conflict with me?

"Don't worry, I definitely feel comfortable with you..."

"Right. Brother Cloisas and I have similar thoughts, and some standards of behavior, right?

"I'm not that distorted of a person, am I? Basically, I don't care about anything other than research, and I don't want to bother with other people."

Celestina and Zveit said in their hearts, 'No, because they look alike enough! Plus, because that mindset itself is distorted as a person!!' And he was screaming without a voice.

The only one who doesn't understand is Kreussus.

"When will the master arrive?

"In Miska's story, we'll probably arrive in the afternoon... I plan on teaching you all magic today, so I can't see you with my teacher. Too bad......"

"I have a faction gathering, too. I don't know..."

"That would inevitably lead me to meet... first time, right?

"Don't worry about it."

"" "Wow!?

Cool maid who showed up nowhere.

Push your glasses up cool with your fingers without ever showing your expression.

"Miska... when...?

"You're still divine...... Don't be surprised."

"Have you had anything... hazy lately?

She's floating somewhere these days. More than necessary, there is no context for action.

Even though they look cool, they tease Celestina from time to time.

Naturally, the impact will also be directed at Zveit and Kreussus.

It's full of scratches.

"According to our information, Lord Zeros will arrive in the city of Cézan after noon and then in an hour. We'll pick you up after you've made some awesome magic equipment."

"Magic Gear!? Is there a great sage!!

"Cloisas! You have a big voice!!

"You have to keep a secret about the teacher, don't you? You can't talk about that profession!

"Excuse me...... I was unintentionally intrigued. What the hell kind of magic equipment... no, is it a traveling magic tool to analogize from the story?

When it comes to research, let alone magic props, Cloisas' brain cells are activated.

The story of Zeros making the bike is unknown, and we don't know what it actually looks like just to check on it in a small part of it.

Well, that magic guide (motorcycle) diverts multiple matching magic guides, to the extent of a large toy with a simple structure, but still the speed and sturdiness are phenomenal.

Iron and misrills and orihalcon. The motorcycle, fitted with a vicious magic guide that was even more unidentified, possessed enough offensive power to have a problem getting it done with a toy.

The material used is also insane in itself, so from the viewer, the more hands out of his throat he would want a substitute.

They even use Black Dragon scales and crusts in any way, and even magic attacks bounce back easily.

The problem would be that the old man, the producer, did not understand its performance because he valued its appearance.

At the beginning of the production, he said, 'Should I look cool...? I would prefer a bike like some rider, but I also have a dream of deforming it' and so on.

I also thought about deformation, but I gave up because of structural problems. It is a mystery as to what it was trying to make.

"Hey Miska...... It's gonna take you three hours to get a carriage out of Cézanne's city, okay? What the hell did your master make?"

"Come on? You're definitely an insane thing. Lord Zeros, right?

"If you're a teacher, it's not weird no matter what you make. Probably a handy tool..."

"Is it a handy tool...... Does the lady say that farming equipment that flies through the sky at incredibly fast speeds is a convenient tool?

"" Ha!?

The old man had previously controlled the sky with a prototype, but only some human beings knew about the failure.

Miska's information network, which knows about it, is not insulting to the Duke of Solister.

"Why does farm equipment fly in the sky? What did the master make..."

"I don't know...... Is it because I'm immature that the teacher doesn't even understand what he wanted to do?

"Didn't you just fail? I don't know what you made, but perhaps it was because you missed the magic formula or vice versa, too powerful?

"You fully understand your master... Kreussus"

"Right...... Why do you think you understand your teacher more accurately than we have been taught?

Even though he hadn't seen the occasion, Kreussus told the truth.

This alone shows that he is like Zeros.

When hobbies are involved, things are really similar where we overdo them by the end of the day. The difference would be indoors or outdoors.

"To be honest with you, if you learn martial arts besides magic and become very strong, you will become a master. Seriously, you look just like me."

"But the teacher kept things organized around him, didn't he? It's not as bad as Brother Cloisas."

"Ah, did you have that too... Kreussus' room is a danger zone..."

"Have you not done my damned thing on account of Lord Zeros? Is that far-fetched advice for me?

It will turn out that way.

No matter how old you are, you'll be as tidy around you as you are. Unlike Cloisas, which creates a Dangerous zone across the Decaying Sea.

"Ma'am, it's time. If we don't hurry up, the 'sister' is gonna push over here watching us with his cock, right? It's on Master Kreussus..."

"" Sister?

"The young lady became admired by her junior classmates on the occasion of her intimacy with Lady Urna. That's enough to be called your sister."

"What are you doing too, Celestina!? Why are you pushing your sister on the route?

Well, in her case, I started teaching magic out of just kindness, and at some point, I had reached 'Sister'.

It's not like it's a lily. This was the result of being admired normally.

"They're all good kids, aren't they? It's just that for some reason, everyone calls me 'sister'. Why is that?

"You're unconscious... The fact that I don't understand what it means is that it really looks like you..."

She didn't understand what 'sister' meant.

The junior classmates admiring Celestina were a "falling out" everyone was not comfortable with the treatment of magic, but thanks to her improved magic ceremony, magic became easier to use and she became more admired for teaching magic in person.

Celestina nowadays has no idea who she is, such as being called the [Magic Angel] by two names.

Visible people and some associates were the object of admiration and worship.

Everyone is a reversal winner who yearns and is even said to be a genius, but no one speaks up and still assumes that only a friend is Carostee or Urna.

I am blunt in favor of others because of the harm caused by being a botch for a long time. It would be obvious that with the addition of Cloisas here, things would be troublesome.

Whatever, Cloisas is hot. Yet popular for handsome actorship.

Actually, he's handsome, but no one knows what's unfortunate about him but some people.

"I don't know how... Ask the master to meet Cloisas. You have the courtesy of the ring, which is the magic medium, right? It is also a matter for the Duke to leave it to Miska alone. Please, Miska."

"Oh! You had that. This ring is a really good one. Hmmm...... then it might be a good idea to meet in person and wish you a professor. It's a waste of time to miss this opportunity."

"Accepted, Master Zveit. Dear Kreussus, if I let you go on your own, you might buy some weird stuff from an obscure open-air merchant. I can't bother the college any more."

"Please...... It may be a mistake to ask you with Celestina, but this guy doesn't know his master's face. You can't do this to anyone else."

"All the maids with Kreussus have escaped. Without Master E Lynn, Master Kreussus would go corrupt in the garbage. Definitely."

Miska has no mercy even with her employer's family.

Rather, they were treasured for saying things were clear. In the sense that I can trust you.

At the same time, confidential stories never go outside, so they are placed in a strong trust by the owner.

Miska is really good as a maid. I don't know about my usual attitude...

"Then, Master Cloisas, when the time comes, I will pick you up"

"Right. So, will I be ready for a lot of things until time comes? There's something I'd like to hear from Lord Zeros."

"Ahhh... do I have to go to another fruitless argument? I don't even want to look at you with all the bloodthirsty idiots..."

"I've been promising you for a long time... We have to expand on what the teacher has taught us."

Celestina was burning her willingness to teach her juniors, whose magic stretched significantly, the right perception of magic.

There is no such thing as a soloist wizard behind her who draws her into a faction behind her back.

The juniors she came into contact with already belong to the Solisterians. It was well received that it was a free faction that had nothing to do with being born or raised there.

Recently, he began rapidly to gain strength, so much momentum that other factions were bewildered.

Behind it, there is a magical presence optimized by these great sages, but everyone keeps their mouth shut when it comes to magic.

We try not to divulge information to opposing factions, and the main thing is that Celestina's own improved magic formula is widely available, and they Solisterians are starting to use it.

Only a limited number of trusted wizards can use the old man's magic formula.

"Well, that's it for today. I'll take the account."

"Excuse me, Brother Zveit. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"I'll start getting ready for a lot of things, too. Kukukuku... Think about it, Lord Zeros and I wanted to talk about magic once and see it, so it's really just the right opportunity. Huh... It's getting fun."

Cloisas is My Pace.

And it seemed like fun from the bottom of my heart.

"Master Kreussus, are you a deep red robe when you meet Lord Zeros? Or is that the nasty blue robe you always wear? May I suggest the blue robe sent in the meantime?

"Can't we do this? I treasure it because it's not noticeable even if it's dirty, right?

"" You can't have that robe to see people. "

The robe Cloisas wears is a cheap blue robe that generally goes out well.

I wear it for the reason that it's not noticeable even if it's dirty, but it's plain to look at for a duke's human to wear, and I can still see his handsome look at the hitting he's wearing.

Kreussus has completed his best grades at the College and has been sent a deep red robe by the College, as has Zveit.

I know I've raised it before, but in this country, junior magicians are the gray robes. An intermediate demon teacher is black and an advanced demon teacher is required to wear a deep red robe.

An elite demon mentor in charge of the nation's defense would wear a pure white robe, but the criteria for being given this robe had to do with his grades in the college. By completing certain grades, he is recognized by college students as a one-man magician, even if it is from a gray robe or college student, and is an object of admiration.

Strength does not matter there, the point is that if there is a lot of magic that can be used, it is a shortcut to becoming a superior magician, and this was such a nasty thing that the qualities of the individual are called things. Later, it is dependent on the rear shield of faction officials.

Both Zveit and Kreussus are wizards whose strength is not so high, although many magic could be remembered at low levels from their lineage.

Originally a robe given according to strength, meritocracy began to be determined by merit after the faction came to its head, and now it has become a formality that is morphed.

The reason why Cloisas doesn't wear a deep red robe is because it doesn't suit a bite.

"I don't want to wear a deep red robe or anything. It doesn't look good, and then the blue robe my parents sent me would be better...... Ha? Where did you get in..."

"You... The robe was sent yesterday, wasn't it? Has he disappeared into the garbage yet?

"Brother Cloisas...... I heard you say you were getting complaints from the college, were you still not tidy?

"No one is going to help me. You're disqualified as a researcher to say that there are some magic tools with interesting effects."

'Naturally!! Who likes to step into a danger zone!!' I think Zvate and 'What's an interesting demon prop...... Isn't that a dangerous thing mistake?' I think it was Celestina.

After that, each of the three broke up, but Kreussus would fight the piled baggage to find the blue robe he had been sent.

As a result, it goes without saying that his room was increasingly scattered.

Thus the Sea of Decay spreads forth. And again today, the uninhabited creatures are unleashed on the wild.

I was really filled with mysteries about how he could be safe.

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"Ahhh... I knew it wasn't fruitful today. Waste of time..."

"That's true. The tactical proposals put forward by Zveit are more thought-provoking, they were carefully calculated up to the damage expectations, and the tactical proposals to minimize the damage accordingly were brilliant."

"Come on... there better be no war. It would be better if they didn't use this kind of operation plan."

"Yeah, but it was Zveit who argued that reality wasn't that sweet, was it?

"Well...... that's why I have to expect the worst in order to keep the peace. If you're led by the kind of people who just want to be handy, you just get wasted casualties."

As usual, Zveit and Dio attended the Whistler Tactical Council.

There was no fruitful debate there, and the convenient tactical proposals put forward by the pedigrees were rampant, and it was still the result of the arguments and going by the Zveites.

As usual, I'm tired of it. It just sighs in front of the aisle.

"Huh?"

"Whew..."

Naturally, they are very different from other faction members, but only today will they face each other who do not like them.

They were descendants, including Samtrol and Bremite.

"That's a lot of greetings. Get on with it..."

"We're like each other. You're gonna get into contact with some fucking dirty people in the back and talk me out of it?

"Hey, what's going on... I don't know what to say!

"Heh... I don't know what you're up to in contact with the rest of the people my father crushed..."

Sam Troll is in a deep hurry to find out about Tuvate and the dark organization he came into contact with behind him. However, he was good at keeping himself around never saying anything about it.

"Well good. If that's what you want, let me cut your strongest hand. My father will crush the people behind me."

"I don't care what you say, I'll take care of it! What are you talking about!!

"If you don't know, you can just listen to me, okay? You're not the only one with a hand job, you're in our house, too." The most powerful magician in Purgatory admits. "

"!? What...?

"Now, what happens to your position when your plan fails? Even if we succeed more and more, all we have is ruin."

"And I don't know what I don't know!! Don't be ridiculous!

Samtrol felt something called despair for the first time.

Fear has pushed me that my hands have already been struck against the sole because I was just known to have been in contact with the back tissue.

Even Zveit didn't know how far he was known, and every time he moved, he felt close to ruin. Before that, I felt a bottomless horror at the accuracy of the Duke of Solister's information network.

The matter of brainwashing Zveit was effective as a means, but at the same time the opponent was too bad to antagonize the Duke of Solister family. It is already grabbed by the throat.

"Well, enjoy the present at best. Which way, you will be disposed of accordingly."

"Heh, heh! I'm a Whistler bloodline! Such an imitation..."

"I can. You have already been loved by the Whistler family. I have no problem disposing of it. You overdid it, Sam Troll."

At this time, Samtrol learned for the first time that he had become isolated and helpless.

The Marquis Whistler family also serves the royal family. If the Duke of Solister is hostile to his family, he will naturally be cut off.

Not to mention that if the assassination of the Duke's house had already been discovered, the death penalty alone would result in a life-threatening punishment. It had developed to a level that could not be completed by the runoff of youth.

I didn't realize that, for one thing, because he himself was such an arrogant fool.

This was the result of not even listening to others and pressing my opinions in the form of brainwashing.

"Well, it doesn't matter to me. After that, it's your problem. Think about how you shake yourself at best."

That's what I left out. Zveit and Dio walked away from the spot.

Samtrol left behind said...

"Success or failure goes to hell...... I'm not kidding!

"What to do, Sam Troll... The Duke of Solister's house has turned completely against the enemy, where we destroyed Zveit..."

Bremite was also fading blue.

The Duke's family, which has already been read in its hands and has taken the means of confrontation so quickly, has become so desperate that it can no longer escape.

Even if there is no evidence, the Duke of Solister can easily dispose of themselves. Besides, my parents' Marquis Whistler house can't protect me.

Samtrol finally realized his shallowness, but it's already too late.

If I hadn't given him an assassination request or something, I'd have had a way of shaking myself, but what he has is nothing but death.

"Shit!! If this happens... he'll take you on the road too..."

The fool was foolish wherever he went.

Samtrol of arrogant character could not even think of a hand to say he would sell the assassin.

If I had sold the existence of the assassin to the Marquis, my life might have been saved. But the decisions he made could not be saved until the end.

'This is awkward...... I'm sorry for being such an idiot. "

Bremite made a decision to sell Samtrol to protect herself.

All that was said was that the people who sought power had gathered together, and there was no trust there.

I prioritized my safety over power.

At any rate, things were already moving.