Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

"Hey, Zveit...... I've been talking about a girl pushing me into a St. Germanic research building lately, you know what? The girls in our faction were queued up in front of the research building."

"Uh... the Cloisas guy created something that I don't understand. It's for women only."

Looking at the map arranged on his desk, Dio mouthed a recent topic.

I know some circumstances about Zveit's. I was just ignoring it because that wouldn't put me down too much, but things were causing all the Whistlerian girls to line up in that row.

[Female hormone enhancer] made in Saint-Germain sect. They were temporarily starting selling thinned items and experimenting with the validation of the effects.

Unfortunately, the [breast augmentation drug] was diluted and used, and the effect was found to be temporary.

Sure, the chest gets bigger, but the effect time changes depending on the rank of the sample, eventually returning to its original size. Zveit held his head honestly when he was listening to such a story from his brother Kreussus.

In other words, the worst macroemulsification is permanent, but if it is diluted slightly, the effect will have a time limit. Still, there are many who seek it.

And the Saint-Germain faction began selling that magic drug. So far, it seems to be selling well.

For the record, I haven't figured out why gender changes when I take [Gender Transforming Drugs]. This world lacked the development of medicine, cleaning everything up with a word of magic and divine miracles.

These great sages are not familiar with medicine just because they are technicians, and it will take a hundred years to figure out their effects. It has only been found that it can be made now, and medical cause finding is currently under study.

However, the study of this [gender conversion drug] has set up the medical department of the Solister Magic Kingdom, which eventually spreads to the whole country.

The Solister Magic Kingdom is not only a magic study, but also a cut-off point for major developments in the medical field, but it all started here.

"A woman's obsession with beauty is amazing. My mother also bought cosmetics to make sure it worked, and she pushed the seller back on a spicy rating for things she didn't like..."

"The Saint-Germain faction is a magical research faction, isn't it? Are you going to saddle up on the beauty side?

"... in a way, I feel like you're gonna make a pretty high income, huh? A lot of noblemen buy money at all costs."

Wealthy women never lose touch with beauty.

If the aristocratic women become more beautiful, they are also more likely to marry the upper class family, and if they are already married, they will have a slight advantage over other aristocratic families.

Well, it would be easy to understand if you think that the ugly look-alike tense is just repeated.

In the case of merchants, it is a priority to make a good impression in the context of publicity and negotiation. For this reason, the fact that a wife or daughter is beautiful is effective as a promotional effect of her own business. Cosmetics and perfumes are relatively expensive substitutes in this world, and if sold, profits are huge.

"Rumor has it, you even made a sex-changing magic drug. What are you gonna use it for?

"In our case, we can use it to infiltrate. Gathering information is one of the most important tasks."

"What would you do if you became a woman and couldn't go back... Isn't that dangerous?

"Actually, I hear you made that medicine, huh? Apparently the master went for a rough recovery. They left some in the sample..."

"Frightened!? And what is the master willing to use it for? No way......"

"They can't just leave dangerous things behind. Whatever, I don't know what kind of improvements the Cloisas guy will make."

"Good. You're not using it yourself."

While talking about the back situation, Zveit rolls two dies in his hand.

"A total of eight...... interception successful. Securing the D-15 Area"

"D-15, Team A secured!

"Tsvate, shouldn't we send out a reconnaissance here? It's not a good idea to separate the troops, but it's also important to check the position of the enemy."

"… Agree. Reconnaissance teams of the Mage are advised to use them to locate the enemy."

"All right... then send some advance reconnaissance platoons to D-20. The use of the Enchantress Squad will be simultaneously reconnaissance by demons."

What the Zvates are doing is like a board game, so to speak.

A fine mass eye is written on the map, and each troop pawn is placed toward the number written on that mass to shake the dies. Dice shows whether or not the mission succeeds, and he strategizes in a squad divided into A and B in two rooms to decide whether to win or lose. It was a training in which the numbers of each other's dies determined their chances of winning or losing and their operational success, deepening their strategic knowledge to drop enemy positions or escape harsh battle situations.

"It hurts that C-54 troops have been wiped out. Who is it, the fool who made you storm yesterday..."

"No way, I didn't think it was a trap. You don't think there's a squadron in the rear on this terrain..."

"I was accompanied by a team of reconnaissance guides! Why don't you use it?"

This training is on a turning basis, where each person holds a pawn as captain of each unit and decides what to do while discussing the strategy and leaves the pawn on the mass.

Once we move the troops all the way, we do the same thing in the next room. Decide what happened to the war situation as a result of Dice's eyes coming out. What would be difficult would be to keep track of troop movements and a surveillance college student going back and forth with the adjacent room.

Anyway, I'm busy and nobody wants to do it. I had no choice but to set the rules so that the watchman could turn around equally.

"With that said, you haven't seen Samtroll lately, have you? You don't have to be here, but you don't know what to do."

"Oh, I hear they kicked you out of the Marquis Whistler house. Isn't it a delightful situation to get your hands on something nasty?

"Drugs? No way, I don't think Samtrol would get his hands on something like that no matter how stupid..."

"Deny. Samtroll was cut off from his parents' house. It's not weird running to drugs."

"Just by mouth, he couldn't do anything on his own... I think I could too"

"Right. He was just bragging about his blood muscles, but nothing else. Even if I could be a lord, I'd be an idiot."

Within the Whistler faction, perceptions regarding Samtrol had returned to normal.

Brainwashing magic, once it breaks down due to spiritual swings, is more likely to break off as chain-wise as domino knockouts.

If Bremite had used that magic, he might have been able to fix it, but I hadn't seen him lately, just like Samtrol. But they're not worried about who they are, just one of the masterminds who brainwashed and manipulated them.

"Nobles are people, aren't they? I don't have that attitude because I'm of royal descent."

"Yeah, yeah, incompetent royal rounding, right? The type that never succeeds."

"If you want to be divine, can you use it? If you get in the way, you can finish it."

"" "Frightened!?

When it was under brainwashing, Samtrol was bragging about his lineage.

The college students who remember that now spoke ill of each other in a ridiculous manner. There is no forgiveness for the recoil that was used to distort and good their self, or their words.

"He said to keep it that far. Besides, Squad B doesn't know what kind of troops they're deploying. It's time for the other turn to end."

"Well, what do you think of Zveit? So far, we're a little better off."

"Report! Squad B, put all troops into the C-29 area. Hanes Squadron destroyed! Enemy with Yuan Platoon on the same invasion! Narbe Squadron is badly damaged!! We won't be able to rescue the Zvate Battalion in time!!

"" "" What, no, no!?

This tactical training will not be known to each other for information obtained through enemy defense.

The only one who understands which situation is the surveillance college student, and is largely left to luck than the success rate can be determined by Dice. If this unit formation is known to the other side, it will greatly change the operation in the game.

And for the first time, I noticed the thought of the other squad.

"Did you allocate most of your troops to the commanding officer and defeat him on a platoon size?!? But they wiped out the squadron? No way...... you bumped into the main unit?

"To some extent, we know how to place troops on the terrain. The front-line commander can be assigned to other captains... and this is done."

"Damn, half of our troops have been hit!

"If we lose, we have to luxury them for dinner! I'm not kidding!!

"There's a big eating bat over there. Our nostrils will freeze!!

"Protect your wallet at all costs!!

This training is often used as an object of betting for college students.

It wasn't money, but it was mainly done by betting on lunch, not even dinner, etc.

The problem is that the other team has a big meal, and even a small bet will hit you hard in the nostalgia. Eat ten servings lightly anyway.

It was a painful issue for students.

"Damn! When this happens, all you have to do is subdivide and harass your troops!

"Because it's tense to eat. Berts......"

"But what do we do! They'll destroy each and every one of them as they are!!

"Only at a time like this can you use your daring hands!

"What do we do!? How can I crack this situation open!!

Squad A of the Zvates begin to work out the operation in a hurry but try to eat it somehow. In the end, however, only half of the opponent's troops were defeated, and their wallets marked the Ice Age.

It would be ironic that, thanks to that tragedy, they were not eligible for bets for a while.

When the young men knew that the beatings would destroy them, they knew by themselves. Experience makes people grow.

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College lectures are given only until 3 p.m. in time, otherwise they are left to the voluntary activities of the college students.

There are certainly a large number of skippers, but serious graduate students have earned grades by voluntarily reviewing and researching reports and handing them over to their instructors.

Recently Celestina hit that exception, and even the faculty lecturers had a relatively free time due to things beyond their control. Speaking of what she's doing like that......

"To manipulate magic freely, you have to control magic control at your will. If you can change shape freely using the magic of [Light Fire (Torch)], later it's an application. Good luck."

"" "" Hi! Sister ♡ ""

I was watching the juniors' magic training.

This spread rumors when I occasionally coached juniors who were self-trained by themselves, bringing together a large number of juniors at some point.

Magic control and increased possession magic training previously conducted by Celestina. The number of people who have admired it has increased for some reason, and recently became known as your sister.

It's one or two down at my age, but how embarrassing it is for the girls of near age to call me my sister. I'm not more convinced than that.

'Do I... do I look old enough to be called your sister?

It's a somewhat unintentional way to call it from a 14-year-old girl. But there's a little reason for this.

In the first place, Celestina taught the lesser classmates how to train with good intentions, and even more so, she told Zeros, the teacher, what had once prevented her from using magic. In turn, they did the divorce of rewriting the magic formula in front of them.

When this happens, the eyes of the junior classmates will see 'geniuses who can use magic on their own' and 'talented women who can decipher magic ceremonies', and as a result they will gather awe and vision.

In addition, because of their warm personality, many junior classmates appeared in the questions and developed into 'better college students than the instructors' while dealing with them. As a result of what everyone thought I could rely on, I became known as "Master Celestina," but I settled on "Sister" because I said, "I'm not great enough to be called by you."

Moreover, her name was learned throughout the college as she beat up her good grades shortly after the second semester and shattered the armor that had been treated with magic resistance in the magic training of lectures.

Recently, he said, 'Wouldn't you like to be my sister?', etc., so much so that a letter of unknown significance comes.

"Ahahahahaha, Master Celestina is very popular. Has a confession come from a boy lately?

"Hey, Urna!? Say what..."

"" "" Yee-haw!?

An eye of curiosity that concentrates simultaneously.

Celestina wandered behind for a moment.

"Who? Who is this letter from, sister!!

"I'd love to hear it! What's your name? Where are you from?

"Are you hung by your sister or something? Could it be from the Count Bonsha family..."

"It can't be! There's no way that Kimodev will ever speak to your sister!

"What? Huh..."

And it begins, Celestina deserves a man's female rating.

But in fact, noble sons never speak to Celestina. You'd be right to say you can't do it exactly.

Until before her summer vacation, she was making a fool of herself, making a grand [incompetent] [falling down] [trash of knowledge only] and slapping a scattered bad mouth.

Moreover, although the blood muscles of the Duke's family, Celestina is not recognized as an official clan in the concubine.

Not to mention for the magical nobles, the magical talents listed in the bloodline were important for political marriage. Celestina is above her bloodstream alone. Her mother is a civilian. You will be treated as a lowlife without the use of magic.

No one has the right to speak out to other people's family circumstances, but the trouble is that nobility is only a jerk of power, and he was more inclined to evil others. Celestina was the target of the outfit.

However, the assessment was overshadowed in just two months. Celestina's strength drained them all at once.

When this happens, Celestina is fully subject to a political marriage. But I can't speak up in front of all the scattered fools I've ever made. The noblemen Soshi will miss the best property.

The geezers, who still can't give up, plot to become fiancées using their parents' connections, but it was the old Icareta, who loves his grandchildren, who blocked him. [Mage of Purgatory].

Moreover, the sons of the aristocrats seeking an engagement recorded all the words and deeds and scolded Celestina, and were pushed back at it.

As a result, those who have ever sporadically ridiculed her become feathers eating sermons the other way from their parents. My words and actions led me to shatter my balls.

Some nobles did not take part in the foolish deeds, but the former Duke of Creston, who loves Celestina so much in seeking engagement in the same way, is blocked. They were too bad to apply for a political marriage.

Sometimes, cockroaches flocking to Celestina are crushed at the hands of the exhausting old Icareta.

"What do you prefer, Master Celestina?

"What? Well... Would it be better to be inclusive? Some of it is childish and fascinating. And... intelligent, sober judgment and self-management..."

And for some reason, the face of Zeros floating behind his brain.

"Hey, why is my teacher's face floating here!? No, I do have respect, but isn't it disrespectful to see it as heterosexual, etc? Above all, the difference in age between parents and children… '

If you ask me if it's romantic emotion, I can answer no.

I respect you, but if you ask me if I see you as heterosexual, it's a bit of a problem.

Either that or it's close to the kind of vision that the girls in front of you see themselves.

"Ma'am, as long as you have love, it doesn't matter how old you are, does it? Instead, wouldn't that one be happy with the situation where the blue fruit says' eat me '? If you do poorly, you'll be eaten deliciously."

"Uh-huh!?

A cool-made miska who was behind it at some point.

I hate that he has a really good smile on his face while raising his glasses' quickie '.

"Miska... why do you always act like you surprise people? It's bad for my heart..."

"Huh... that's a stupid question, lady... Because that's the way I live."

"Is it all about your life that surprises people!?

"No, just the lady. Because the lady does a really good reaction. Huuuuuuuuuu..."

He has a really hateful, good grin.

Miska came home sometime about four days ago and for some reason dived into Celestina's bet. And naked......

Miska reminds me of Celestina rolling off her cot in surprise and hitting her head hard on the floor with a really bad grin.

"Um... your sister? Mr. Miska, could it be [the Ice Queen]? Your father told me that before."

"What? Um... is that two names? I don't get it... Miska?

"Huh... I threw that name away a long time ago. I'm just a maid now."

"Just? Where is it...... sorry. Don't stare...... I'm scared. What's more, [Ice Queen]...?

"He is a graduate student at the Istol School of Magic specializing in the magic of the ice system and one of seven transcendental demon mentors, including the Duke of Delsassis. I can't believe I'm beside your sister..."

Celestina is amazed at Miska's unexpected past.

Synchronization with his father, the Duke of Delsassis, means that he will be his maid of honor for a long time.

In other words, you will know what kind of woman your mother was. I'd love to hear it, but it was still Celestina without that courage.

By the way, the transcendental mentors are those who have reached level 500.

Few have reached level 500, except for the brave men of [Metis Holy Father]. Therefore, he was often in an important position in the country.

"He was told that he was an ice wizard but radical and relentless, and he turned it into an ice pickle that exhausted a man who came to his voice with emotions painted on desire. In a theory, I was in a relationship with the Duke of Delsassis..."

"Huh? Huh? Huh!?

"Dema. Instead, we beat each other up."

Misca replies softly to Celestina, who looks back on the momentum.

"Hey, beating... with your father?

"I've been backwards darkening boys who come harassing me to shaken belly healing, and if I tried to spread bad rumors, I'd be behind them at some point, or recommending a pathetic novel to my friends," he said.

"... that's no different now... sorry. Put away that swinging fist..."

"Huhuhuhuhuhu... lady, sometimes an extra word can kill you, right? Be careful what you say, okay?

Celestina had to snort silently.

By then, I was afraid of Miska.

"The lady has been feeling crude lately... and Miska is grieving"

"... stop moaning like a waza. It's very white...... It doesn't look good."

"So is that. Okay, I'll stop. More in a different direction… we will entertain you."

"You said," Let's go. "What do you care?

"No, with the waza. Never mind."

"Yep... did you promise to say, at a time like this, 'Mais is starving for blood tonight'?

"Lady!? When are you going to say those words... and what are you going to do with me in that mace?

"Er... Full bocco?

Miska was shocked.

I didn't expect a ride when I watched Celestina panicking.

"You're starting to do it. Lady...... Want to go for the world with me? With a laugh..."

"Now, I'll be in charge of the scratch, so Miska will be in charge of the mess. Give this mace to the scratch..."

"You die normally. Ku... I was losing sight of the lady when I fought her off."

"There, didn't I see it wrong? Sometimes you lose sight of yourself because of Miska..."

"Besides, no to me here!? When are you going to have such high tech... deadbeat"

Miska remembers the war for some reason. I'm going to regret it more than that.

But if you think about it, they've been playing around. It would be resistant even if I didn't like it.

"Really, Mr. Miska is funny. You look cool. Actually, Grandpa."

"Urna...... wouldn't Miska say evil nori is worse than funny...... Even though the job is perfect..."

"Ma'am, don't talk to me like I'm sorry. More decent than Master Kreussus."

"I don't know the criteria, but you know they're both vicious, right? I think it's just the difference between intentional or unconscious. Miska is a convicted and delightful criminal."

"Huh... that's a compliment to me"

"I mean, you're an unfortunate person, aren't you?

Celestina and Misca stare at each other silently.

There was an invisible spark that was heavily sparked.

"By the way, did you hear that Master Celestina's brother made a pill to enlarge his chest? I don't need a Atashi, but has anyone bought it?

"The arr... it just gets bigger temporarily and loses its effect after a certain amount of time. It doesn't make much sense."

"Ma'am, if you mean to force your breasts to grow bigger, wouldn't your breasts sag when it expires?

"You were fine there. It's back to normal..."

"Dear Celestina... No way..."

"Oh, my lady... did you use it?

"It was a dream"

Celestina is also a girl. Naturally, I admire women with good proportions.

However, the effect of breast augmentation, a magic drug, is temporary and not permanent.

I was happy when I used it, but when the time comes, I will know the reality. The emptiness I felt at that time will probably never be forgotten.

"It was... it was just a fantasy, like a dream I got from a pill. All that's left is a void that never disappears..."

"Huff...... laugh. Drowned me in a temporary dream..."

"'' 'Wow, it's not funny... I'm not laughing at all............' ''

Some of the junior classmates here had a strong interest in breast augmentation drugs created by the Saint-Germain sect.

However, the experience of those who actually used it drifts like a great sadness. In the long run, a [female hormone enhancer] that can be expected to have a growth effect would be more effective.

The junior classmates on the spot couldn't even hang their words of comfort on Celestina, who had a sad but unemotional grin.

Beside such Celestina, Misca wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

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A painting of a city a little further from the city of Stella.

It was happening in a small tavern behind a thin dirty alley.

"Hih, no!?

"You guys... you've made me look good for a long time, haven't you? I came here to thank you, okay?

"Ku, the numbers are still up here! Surround and fold!!

"It's no use! I'm the strongest now, huh? Hihahahahahahahahahaha!!"

The pedigree name is not a formal faction, but a Gorotsky group more parasitically used by others than the former.

It was the closeness of the wicked, who dyed their hands at times, kidnappings, robberies, etc., and repeated criminal misconduct while complacent of "the official succession of the devil's mentor".

We fail to train as formal magicians and pride ourselves on the magic halfway through our own blood, but what they do is no different than what terrorists do.

When it comes to why a wizard who inherits lineage magic has become such a gobble, it is nothing more than the magic they inherit genetically.

The inherited magic occupies most of the allowances in the subconscious domain, and although it is difficult to remember other magic, many of the inherited magic is less effective than others.

Incomplete magic makes it user-friendly and not very usable in action. Some also inherit auxiliary magic, but also halfway as a magician because of its imperfect effects.

The result is a lick of wounds with my peers.

And they developed into a massive criminal organization by connecting to the back society.

Their stated goal is the seizure of power. We call ourselves the rightful lineage of the Wizard, and we begin to carry out a variety of tasks.

Instead of being a magician, he became more of a scammer and founded an informal union with the chimps under his umbrella.

On the face of it, he runs an end-of-place liquor store, etc., but behind him, it's enough to embark on human trafficking. Each nation that takes a heavy look at Colle tightens the regulations, and the pedigrees are sealed of movement.

But these people were just right for disposable pawns and treasured as tools to use to end the intruders. It is mainly the nobles who have begun to ask them.

If you try to use it, and vice versa. However, pedigrees strengthen their connections with such aristocracy, eventually strengthening their organizational skills by the time they use it.

And it was Samtrol, the second son of the Marquis of Weasler, who tried to use it to devour into politics.

He decided that his desire for power was strong, more short-circuited and available than that, but the measure would be crushed by Samtrol's loss of leg.

If it's worthless, it's quick to throw it away. But when you realize that, what will the person who used it do?

The answer was awake in front of me.

"Keep people up scattered. Wow, that's not gonna last long, is it? Hey......"

"Wow, that was awful! But it's the Duke's house, isn't it? If you fail, this way..."

"So, you push everything on me, Tonzla? Fuck you."

Samtrol's body becomes unusually muscular, and its power is unusual.

He was in good shape from the beginning, but his appearance was like an orga.

The men around that thumbtroll belong to the pedigree who tried to use him.

We tried to manipulate our children to be convenient by putting them next to the thumb trolls. The plan itself was going pretty well. Not until we can manipulate the real target.

Yes, it was actually Zveit's who the bloodline demon mentors were really after.

"Temehe and others kill. I need you to help me? What, dying is straight ahead, hehe, hyahahahahahahahahahahaha!!

"Hih, no!?

- Gollu! Gusha!!

Samtrol twisted the man's neck and smashed his skull with his fist.

There is a blood-specific iron rust odor in the tavern.

"Come on, you're still here? I'm gonna need you guys to help me raise my level."

"To, run, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Ya, help me. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

"Let them escape." "Fire arrows, pierce enemies" [Fire Arrow] "

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!!

He steps on the chest of a man who has been torn apart by fire, and a large amount of blood splashes around him.

"Oh... I feel really good... hehe, isn't that great... hehe"

Samtrol's eyes were already insane.

The colour of madness dwells drunk and drowned in strength and blood.

With a joyful grin, he killed the wizards who cocked himself and was immersed in the pleasure of a name called violence.

"The next thing I know, I'm gonna kill all the idiots who betrayed me. Hi-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha!!

Bloody laughing, he enjoys his revenge.

Metaphor Even if it is a matter of rebellion, it is a good reason for him.

Samtrol, who sets his next target, licks a fist wet in blood and leaves the tavern.

While beating up and killing the guards who rushed in the report......

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"... that was worse than I imagined. Mafarina, was there a lot of grass?

So grumbled one demon mentor.

He is a young man with dark hair, wearing a robe with full body darkness.

"Mr. Ado... isn't this a bad idea? Are you glad I taught the guys in the back how to prepare?

"I, too, agree with Mr. Shakti. This is terrible..."

"You don't mind. They leave this country anyway. They can't do business because the organization is crushed."

"So you think you'll be working in another country?

"Humans behind the great powers are easier to move. In small countries, the scope of activities can be determined, and most importantly, the feet can be easily attached."

sacrifice others for the purpose.

Even if you are so determined, it actually hurts your conscience when the damage is done.

But they had a reason to do it.

"They drove us crazy. I will remind you that it will be expensive..."

"I can see that. But... aren't the pills a little too effective?

"Right. Honestly...... groy"

"You're a brilliant kick. Well, you're not the kind of guy who runs to drugs or anything. I deserve it..."

"" Terrible... "

Beauty alone cannot serve its purpose.

There are enemies behind the great powers, so I am prepared to make some sacrifices.

But consolidating our resolve and seeing it in real life was a different matter.

"I could confirm the effect of the array. The others have received similar reports, and there's no use for this country anymore."

"Looks like [Kingdom of Isalas] was about to attack this country, huh?

"You should at least make it an alliance. It doesn't make sense if you can't keep the land under control where you attacked, and not if a small country with a spark can beat a big country."

"Well, that king isn't stupid either. When it comes to people's lives, people will choose to receive some financial support."

"I can no longer perform the ambush I used."

"But even if [the kingdom of Isaac] and [the magic kingdom of Solister] form an alliance, we have to go through that place to interact, right?

Between the kingdom of Isaac and the magical kingdom of Solister there is a rugged mountainous area.

And the country that flourishes in its mountainous areas [the Altom Empire] is in the middle of a war with the country it is in today.

The brave men also joined the battlefield, but on the contrary they were forced to struggle. Yes, the other country in the war is [Metis Holy Law God].

Merchants have to come and go to the Great River of Auras to trade, and the route has a battlefield.

Occasionally, soldiers commit robberies in the name of receiving them, and the soldiers of [Metis Holy Father] have a bad reputation. Rather, [the Altom Empire], a mountain nation, had a better impression.

"You're a brave man... it's like RPG"

"In fact, is there really a brave man? Aren't you fooled by sweet words and killed after being used?

"From what I've looked into, that's likely. Some of them are descendants of brave men, but reports say they're all at level 400. That's a hassle."

"It depends on how we fight, but we can afford to win, right?

"You can't be alarmed. It would be helpful if you came to this side, but if you are an enemy..."

According to intelligence sources, 32 brave men summoned three years ago.

Half of them die during those three years, taking the form that the rest of the brave men have managed to keep on the front.

However, almost all of the warriors of the [Altom Empire] are on the same level as the brave men, and many of them have the strength to protrude in them. It was a small country with its power but it was a painful blow to [Metis Holy Father].

Because the cause of the brave man's death was this war, and because of the good use of the topographical interests, [the Altom Empire] was not often damaged.

The brave men had a strong dictatorial lead, and they became the wings to be successfully poked at there.

"[Altom Empire] is close to us. Besides, it's a subracial country. The kingdom of Isalas must form an alliance."

"Later, the kingdom of the other beasts..."

"Right...... Huh, I can't help being here forever, and I'll go to the inn and talk to you."

"Right. I'm leaving this country tomorrow, and I'm supposed to rest early."

At the end of the conversation, the three head to the inn.

Reborn Ado and his delightful companions embark the next day on a boat that crosses the Great River of Aurus to the kingdom of Isaac, where they are based.

In the meantime, to report to the cooperating Kingdom of Isalas and move on to the next phase.

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"Don't do anything stupid anymore, okay? There's no second pardon for the Duke, is there?

"Thank you for taking care of me for so long. I'll be careful in the future."

After a week in the guard's jail, Eromura, you were finally able to get out.

It had been a long time since he had been free. When he breathed as much air as he wanted, he was finally pleased to be freed from slavery.

"Fuhahahahahahahahaha, the air of the lady is good! Ha ha ha ha."

And run the promised line through your mouth.

"Hey, for once, this is in front of a public facility, right? I know I'm glad I'm free, but if you're gonna make a scene, do it in the margins."

"Excuse me......"

It's been a long time since you've been free, Eromura, and you've been too shuddered and pissed off by the guards.

"Well... what do we do now? Uh-huh, mercenary life costs money..."

Eromla, your profession is [Brave Knight].

Magic can also be used but a complete avant-garde warrior position. It's painful to indulge in another world by yourself no matter how strong you are.

Mercenary registration is erased because the slave has fallen, and it takes time to register again and rise to the rank above. Moreover, the remuneration varies according to the request.

It was a profession that sometimes had no requests to receive and had a lot of free time. The only way to earn a living is to go hunting.

"Uh-huh... I still want a steady income to make slave harem... This world is too dangerous to win a thousand bucks."

He had not given up on making slave harlems.

But you also need money to buy slaves, Elomura, and you don't have that money.

It is impossible to create and sell something because you do not possess production skills. It was also hard to make money in the tunnel.

"That's right! Can't you escort the comrades? The Duke's sergeant won't have enough escorts no matter how many. If that's what you decide, just do it. Hahahaha!

"Weird! If you want to make a scene, do it elsewhere, you're saying it's annoying!! You're a slave again!

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry"

Eromura, who had publicly proclaimed to make a slave harem, was once again pissed off by the guards.

He doesn't know the word punishment.

Eromura, you decided to take the place of re-employment as an escort for Zveit, and you creeped into the city with your heart. Without taking into account the possibility that you may not be able to get a job......

In a way, he is positive everywhere.