Arafoo Kenja no Isekai Seikatsu Nikki

Zveit on his way as he guides Kristin under Zeros.

The two of us were walking to the old town, but for some reason the conversation had stopped on the way.

That too......

"It's bad...... the conversation broke off. At first, I managed to get through to talking about my grandfather and the sagas master, but if you think about it, it's the first time I've ever walked with a woman like this. It's awkward if I don't shake something up. '

'Or the conversation stopped... Anything to talk about!? The only topics I touch are swords, swords, swords... swordsmanship! Awkward...... what to do'

These two never had a date with the opposite sex or anything.

Tsvate is an age = history without her, and she was in love at first sight, but she was in my condition due to the magic of brainwashing, which is why she was born with a woman walking in the city.

That was the same with Christine, and this was the first time she had seriously begun to become aware of the opposite sex as a result of her diligent training as a successor to the Knight family.

Those two are so lame, but I haven't noticed that you look like the first couple around.

On rare occasions, people I know (especially my aunt) and others who know Zveit call me "Good luck," but I didn't understand what they were saying to the two of them who are tempered.

Silence, which even obscures the passage of this time, also breaks down with the appearance of one person.

"Oh, comrade. It's a strange place to be."

"E, eromura!? You, what are you doing in the old town?

"Me? Oh, hey, I've been enslaved and disqualified as a mercenary, haven't I? I requalified again, so I came to the old town to pick up some new gear."

"Gear, you mean that novice gear?

"Ouch."

Eromura was all cheap leather equipment, not the usual full plate.

It's not as expensive as the price, but to the extent that you can save a few months to buy it, no matter what you think. It is an equipment not commensurate with his prowess.

"Why novice gear? What happened to the full plate in front of you?

"I say it's a very good piece of equipment. Come on - there's a lot of scary people blowing up fights... It's hard to deal with, and I decided to replace it with something more affordable."

"So what are you gonna do, requalify as a mercenary?

"Huh... I'm going to the dungeon to meet you!

"Ha ha!?

Zveit was perplexed by Eromla, who said another stupid thing.

He thinks. "What kind of encounter are you waiting for in the dungeon? Is that a new kind of demon? '.

"Anything, I'm talking about a dungeon at a distance where you can take a day trip. Sure it was Ahan ♡ s village?

"It's Ahern. There must have been only abandoned pits there... no way"

"Whoa! That pit trail turned into a dungeon. I'm on vacation right now, and I'm gonna go get some nappies."

"Meet a woman is what you want! What did you want from the dungeon? You idiot......"

A dungeon is a cave where the dreams, desires, and crimes of mercenaries swirl.

Some seek materials that can be sold for their livelihood, some look for a variety of weapons and tools that can be found in the dungeon, while others attack the dreamers in the dungeon and take the loot.

The former two would still be good, but the latter would even absorb the body of the victim into the dungeon, so a complete crime would be constituted. It was the most alarming illegal activity of the mercenary guild.

I don't feel like erotic mullahs going out to places like that for napa purposes.

"You know, a dungeon is certainly a boon, but it's more of a craving swirling demon than that. It's wrong to go to a place like that for napa purposes."

"I don't want comrades of traitors dating her friendly! I... I did some naughty things with my lover!!

"I'm honest about my libido by the time I'm clear! I was honestly impressed in a way."

Age = The same goes for Eromura when she's not around.

The cry of that soul has something to echo, but if you can agree, it's not.

Eromura, who goes out for numbing purposes to dangerous places, only thought he was licking the dungeon.

Demons will emerge, there are countless traps set up, there's no way you can get numbs or anything like that in a place like that.

In the first place, a dungeon is a dangerous zone where life is exchanged with humans, demons, or the dungeon itself.

"I'm fine. White-haired boys, they're hooking up girls for some reason, and maybe I can do it, too, right? Aim, Harlem!

"Who is it, the boy... No, what happened to the elves? You, didn't you say something about an elf?

"Comrade... dreams wake up. If I can't find an elf no matter how much I look, I want to make a normal love. It feels light so that we can meet and get laid right away if possible..."

"Don't even go to the whorehouse! And the elves will be there."

"... Huh? Seriously? Where?

"There..."

A very normal parent and child were walking ahead of Tsvate's finger.

I don't look very elf in Elomla's eyes. I don't think so.

"... normal people, right?

"No, those parents and kids are elves, right?

"You don't have a pointed ear, do you?

"That's a high elf. How could such a high-ranking race be in such a place! At the end of the day, normal elves look no different than humans. Common sense."

"It's a scam. Huh!!

Yes, elves in this world have no pointy ears, except the high elves of the upper species.

In Elomla, who dreamed of an elf in a Lanobe novel, he couldn't have been very discernible.

The only difference is the color and longevity of the white skin, because it looks no different than a normal human being. It would be more magical than human if it were to raise another trait.

Even the child's elves possess magic like high-ranking magicians.

There were fewer numbers than humans, and even if they had knowledge of elves, they were at a level they wouldn't realize they were not highly capable of magic sensing.

This condition is likely to make him realize that he is an elf if he is highly capable of magic sensing erotic murmur, but he is usually distracted and does not usually perform magic sensing again.

Because I am not a magician, I do not automatically work magic sensing, and because I am unaware of the general elves, my intentions will be empty.

Zveit was only a magician, discerning by the magic unleashed by an elf parent and son.

Eromla had previously spotted Miska as a half elf, but the half elf has a slightly pointy ear trait, so he just decided somehow.

It seems sharp and it's missing somewhere. That is eroticism.

"You're no different than that person... Dream... Dream back."

"Dreams wake up, don't they? Not now, is it?"

"When this happens...... I'll hook up with Boyne just like my comrade and have a horny night every day!!

"Eromura...... you, don't be able to scream such embarrassment on the go and go. And you're being rude to Christine!

"If you're a man, you all like big tits! That's what comrades think, isn't it?

"... I think I've heard similar lines before"

I frown at what someone had said before, but I cared more about Christine, who was suddenly Boyne certified than that.

Eromla's rude remarks are quite disrespectful to the nobility. Not surprisingly, it was hand-picked on the spot.

Slowly turning her gaze toward her, Christine was dyeing her face bright red.

"Or her? Bobby...... am I Master Zveit's? Boyne is bigger than that... do all the guys have big breasts? So does Master Zveit... Huh? Yep!?

It reacted in different directions and was confusing.

Christine develops a little better than her daughter of her age.

Usually it is not known by the armor it is equipped with, etc., but it was a size classified above the average.

Moreover, this time she is wearing a nationally designated uniform often worn by female knights, and even thick clothes can discern the size of her breasts considerably.

A fool like Elomla couldn't have missed it there, and she fell into shame and confusion because it was something she would suddenly say out loud about that on a round-trip basis.

Even though I was upset by what they told me was Zveit's girlfriend, I overstood the tolerances at once with words thrown at me to continue standing, her eyes grunting.

"Look, you called in a sexual harassment statement, so you're confused."

"Comrade... men are hotter than open sketches. The protagonists of the novel I know have been open about sex everywhere, and they've been in a harem even though they're repeatedly lucky sketchy. I'll be paralyzed there. I yearn!

"No, think realistically. Isn't that, like, normal perverts or perverts?

"Better than a muzzle stalker, huh?

"You're not as hot as the main character in the story. Look at the reality a little bit, you think a woman approaches a guy who repeats a sexual harassment statement on a round-trip?

……

Erotic murmurs who are poked at reality and get rid of words.

Whether reality had left itself to desire to be ruthless and deluded, or whether it had looked directly at reality somewhere in its heart, it could not contest Zveit's words.

But he is an idiot who performs a dignified peek.

Even if reality is ruthless, it is a lower body creature that acts with momentum.

"Huh, reality is ruthless indeed. But you think you can give up on that? Dreams are what you chase as you desire! I'll be King Harlem! Watch, comrade. I'm definitely gonna get a pretty girl! Ha-ha-ha..."

and so on. A fierce dash from the spot.

Leaving only the voices heard in the Doppler effect, he ran away with lust in his chest.

"... isn't that a crime at the point where you're saying you're going to catch him or something? Slaves fall again, right?

"Something, you were a very distinctive person... Ts, does Master Zvate have many friends like that?

"... lately, he's starting to wonder if he's just stupid for nothing. The guy I thought was my best friend is a sticky stalking reserve, and the escort is not ashamed to dignify his erotic remarks, Aww... There are irresponsible people in the same Duke's house, and I really think it's time to revisit our relationship."

"I don't seem like a bad person right now... is that it? Isn't that Master Kreussus over there?

"What?"

Kristin's gaze was preceded by the appearance of Kreussus, who appeared just as he made a small leap from the corner.

Rarely in itself is he in the Old Town in the drawstring, but the condition is strange.

Dancing lightly on top of the sky with one piece of paper raised with both hands.

Zveit was very ashamed of that appearance, which he did not consider to be the second son of the Duke's family.

Witness what you don't want to show in front of Christine, more so when you're both here.

"... let's do something we didn't see"

"What? But it's Master Cloisas, isn't it? Aren't you going to speak up?

"Cloisas...... that's why"

Yes, I didn't feel like speaking up because I was my real brother.

On the contrary, I want to make every effort to get out of this place right now. It was so embarrassing and ugly that I wanted to erase my memory if I could.

"Let's go a little farther. I don't want to get involved with him right now..."

"............ Indeed. So do I."

"It's hard to agree..."

Ignoring the happy Cloisas, the two made their roundabout for a house in Zeros.

Still, the figure of his stupid brother burned in the back of his brain will not disappear.

Unaware that he was exposed to ugliness, Cloisas jumped like a ballet dancer and headed alone to the Solisterian workshop.

The kids on the road gave me fingers......

Later Zveit says:

'At that time, I was seriously embarrassed to have a blood connection. It was too ugly to be in the shame of the Duke's house... You want to see it? Fine, you can do it with a few other HR words just by laughing. I want to die... Why should I think like this? "

Apart from that, a prisoner of felony gathered at the life of the Duke of Solister said he had returned to prison without knowing if he was a man or a woman.

The prisoners apparently made a lot of noise in jail, but no records were kept in any of the materials at the time.

Just one word, he said, was only left with 'One...... Scary' in that prison guard's report.

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Zveit and Christine reached the house where Zeros lived.

But......

"Is this... Mr. Zeros' house?

"Ah... it's the master's house. But......"

Naturally, the lord of this house is insane.

And the two will still witness an insane sight.

"Coquette ~ ~ ~ ~ ~! (What's the matter, to that extent!

"Not yet, not yet... Hot wind two's machete, double wind blade!

I don't know if it's an evolutionary or a subspecies. The look of a high-elf-like girl slashing each other with a cock and...

"Meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat meat!!

"Ooh!? Kai, today's rush attack is beautiful."

- An old magician working with a Pocciari boy.

Furthermore…….

"Damn, which is the real Senkai Master what..."

"Johnny, be careful. I think there's something real about this remnant."

"Lady, if you're just distracted by Master Senkay, Master Wookay will come! Don't be alarmed!

"Coquette...... (Some secret trick. Its name is Shadow Chicken Wings Formation)"

"Coquette! (Ange's right, it's full of gaps. Your feet are away!

"" "Wow!?

Three Johnny, Lady and Ange are blown away by two cocks.

Next to such a chaotic auditorium, multiple cocksuckers arching in a neat, linear fashion.

Here, even in the usual routine, it was an impossible world to be stunned by for first time viewers.

"Cocco was such a master of martial arts?

"When my master worked out, he got ahold of me. It's a mystery how you worked out."

The gray robe old man finally noticed the Zvates here as he gently bounced off the boy who hung his life on meat with a lighter kick with relief.

"Hey, it's not uncommon for you to come to us, Mr. Zveit"

"Master... do you always do this?

"You're usually just with the cocksuckers. Hey - I was imitating a blacksmith until earlier, but the kids didn't ask me to. It's a good thing you're upbeat. By the way, the kid next door... oh?

The old man confirms the girl he looks familiar to, 'I think I've seen him somewhere... Where is it?' I tilted my neck.

"It's been a while, Mr. Zeros. Thank you for your help with that verse."

"Oh, maybe we met in the village of Ahun"

"You're Ahern. And you forgot!? Christine said she was a benefactor of her life..."

"I did help, but it's not enough to be thanked. Because I was with the mining. It's common in dungeons, and I didn't care."

"Still, for me, I owe you my life! I tried to thank you then, but Mr. Zeros had already left."

"It's a story I forgot, and I don't want to thank you for everything."

"Master...... Christine is also a nobleman. Even if the master doesn't care, he deserves to be thankful as the one who saved his life. And there's Ments."

"Well, if you're grateful, I just received it, and you don't have to take it that heavy. I didn't ask for anything in return."

As an old man, helping Christine was sometimes an emergency I ran into by chance, and it wasn't enough to be thanked for anything.

The courtesy was also said many times to the knights of the escort, so that was enough.

I honestly accept Christine's words of thanks, but I'm not going to ask for any more.

"But you can't do nothing. I want to do everything I can as a Viscount."

"Common sense in the dungeon allows us to decide whether or not to rescue those who were on the spot at their will and discretion if there was a powerful person who could help the shipwreck. It was my whim that helped you, and it's just the result of your luck. I feel grateful to ask for something in return for this. The knights of the escort have thanked me many more times, and this will hurt my character and my manners. Just one word is enough."

"But..."

"My master says, not caring. Whether or not you have character, if you eat any more, you're gonna crush the mentes of a master who acted in good faith, right? That's it for now."

"Mr. Zveit... you don't care too badly. Your uncle's vitreous heart is going to get hurt. It's like diamonds. It's hard vitreous."

"" Doesn't that mean you have a very thick nerve?

"Diamonds don't crush easily."

Well, the old man doesn't have enough status or decency to be proud of, so I don't even care what Zveit says.

More than that, I remembered being a little caught up in the fact that the Duke's Master Cao had guided me straight away.

"Did you just come here to thank her? If that's all, Zveit, I don't think you need to guide me straight away, and maybe do me a favor?

"That's sharp...... All I'm asking is that Kristin's been mining with his master."

"Buzz?"

"............ It's Orihalcon. I've been looking for a craftsman who can process it, and he's in trouble because no one's ever handled it."

"Ahhh... you did say you came here to mine to train your sword or something. I would have given you some orihalcon I discovered on the bottom floor ~"

"My sword used Mithril to work out, but I thought maybe some swords would be a family heirloom, so I'm looking for a blacksmith who can handle Orihalcon."

But I couldn't find a blacksmith or anything that could handle the Orihalcon, so I came under Zeros with an extra bend. Zeros can handle Orihalcon as well.

In fact, I've used Orihalcon for demon guided guns, etc., so I'd also be able to train my sword if I wanted to.

But the old man never worked out completely from scratch, even if he had made a sword out of magic training.

That's why I built a simple blacksmith, but I didn't feel like coming on board and threw it out on the way.

"Family heirloom. The ingredients are iron? Or is it Mithril? Damascus steel. Something like that, but that makes it heavy. Swords in both hands? Or should I have a one-handed sword?

"Will you make it!?

"Fine. I was just hitting the sword to try it out, but I didn't feel like I was getting on it, so I cut it up on the way. Here's the thing... I wanted to build something really flighty."

"Master... what were you going to make? Be honest with me because I'm not angry."

"Secret. On my way to work out, I said, 'That? Wouldn't it suck if I made this? Let's just say I thought it might kill the user and maybe we should stop."

"'I was trying to make something pretty noisy!?

I usually suppress it, but sometimes I want to build weapons that go beyond common sense.

I've also weighed myself since I came to the fantasy world, but an old man who's gotten used to this world may be starting to loosen his head screws somewhere.

Gun blades, motorcycles, end-of-the-life demon guided guns, cars, etc. are now weightless or nothing......

"So, what kind of blown performance do you want? A sword that generates a slash that causes damage to your surroundings every time you shake it, a sword that drops a thunderbolt around you without question, or a sword that once pulled out of its sheath, will not stop with widespread magic randomly?

"It... can the user control it?

"You can't do that, can you?

"'Is it okay to ask this guy? (Is that it?

The old man did not consider the user at all.

You two get seriously anxious about asking someone like this to request a sword strike.

"Make it a normal short sword......"

"What's the extra ability to fly?

"I don't want to!

"Why are you asking? Normally, you don't want to give me the ability to suck."

".................. chip. Normal sword, I don't think they're coming on. Oh, do you want to sneak in and add some interesting skills?"

"" What I think is in my mouth!?

To the old man, who asks me time and again about the granting of special abilities, Christine says, 'I don't need weird abilities!' and desperately refused, reluctantly receiving only Orihalcon, Zeros.

Before entering the blacksmith, he said, 'Well, come and get it in the evening' and then disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

Tsvate and Christine think. "Is a sword something you can make in such a short time? '.

The smoke began to rise from the blacksmith's chimney, roughly raising those two doubts.

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After Zeros stuck in the blacksmith, Zveit and Christine crushed their spare time at a separate residence in the Solister family.

Meanwhile, some books lined up in the library were thin with rosy novels and lily flowers blooming, and Christine blushed and disturbed that she had taken them in her hand.

That's how it goes in the evening, and the two visit the house of Zeros again.

"Hey, I've been waiting for you. It was later than I thought. This is the sword of the Orihalcon of your choice."

………

Seeing the sword in Zeros' hand, which he welcomed, the two of them had lost their words.

That was too big.

Big, heavy, hard, thick...... it was too bullshit a sword.

"This guy would have shot Wyvern in the neck."

"" No, no, what are you making me!?

There are almost five meters just across the blade in any case, definitely super heavy if you want to categorize it.

Moreover, the design was disastrous, so evil that it was convincing if told that it was a sword owned by the Demon King, who had also released the magic of signs that were politely different.

More importantly, it's not easy to find someone who can wield such a super heavyweight weapon. Something's wrong with an old man holding it lightly with one hand.

Before that, such a disastrous sword was not something I could be very proud of, such as a family heirloom.

"Well, I'm kidding. A one-shot work for my uncle, who sought fine stimulation on a daily basis."

"You gotta be kidding me!

"Good...... You can't show people that such an insane sword is a family heirloom in a different way."

"In a way, it's gonna be a family heirloom, isn't it?

"If it had any say or origin, it would be! Normally, you'd suspect the head of a client who makes a sword of this design."

"You think I'm some crazy freak? It's rude to grab such a common sense person."

"" You're a freak enough to just tell me all those jokes! (Yes!) "

The old man's overwhelming joke for inspiration in his laid-back routine ended in underdevelopment.

I'll do everything I can to waste it. That is the exterminator.

"It was this way that I made it. Looks like a normal sword, but focuses on sharpness and sturdiness"

"Oh, you really look normal"

"One decoration, and the design smells old."

The short sword offered by Zeros was a plain sword with no decorations.

Some embellishment on the sheath, but not found in any handles, etc.

But when Christine pulled out her sword, she knew exactly what it meant not to be decorative.

"Beautiful"

"This guy... With this sword body, decorations are impeccable."

"Well. With the addition of Orihalcon, the potential of the sword jumps significantly. That blacksmith's skill is questionable... Wrong formula for minerals, it's just crap."

The sword body shines in silver, and in the way of light it emits a rainbow glow.

Try magic on your sword and it's terribly smooth, and you feel like you're holding the legendary Holy Sword. The appearance of a sword wrapped in magic was too divine.

As Zveit put it, this sword is a categorized decoration and other impeccable extremes.

For the record, it came with a price tag and it was a very conscientious price.

Let Zeros say, 'You can't put an exorbitant price on a sword that's crushed my spare time and doesn't even have special effects',.

I'm just not sure where his standards are.

"By the way, I have another wave. I've always tried to mimic a restored sword, but how about that?"

"Longsword or... What can I say, they're both national treasures. If I can give this to you from Your Majesty, don't be a knight of the highest honor."

"Knight Sword...... You should give this to Your Majesty. It's not something you can put in a Viscount like me."

"Should I talk to my father about it? If we don't go back and talk about it now, we don't know when we're gonna catch him."

"Because he's a lot of busy people... Ah"

Here the old man remembers.

Things I forgot about Cloisas......

I hurried back to the blacksmith and came back with what I had left behind.

"Mr. Zveit, I'm sorry if I told you to come... Would you please return this magic gun to me, Kreussus, or the Duke of Delsassis? This morning, Cloisas, it's something you forgot."

"Buh!?...... that idiot"

Magic gun, which is the most important confidential treatment.

Upon receiving the prototype from Zeros, Zveit groaned unexpectedly.

It makes me want to hold my head by accident for the irresponsibility of Cloisas forgetting his classified weapon. If it's a family, it's a misdemeanor.

Although it is good because we forgot to go to Zeros, it would suck if this were to flow into the hands of other countries. It's a dangerous thing that could change the way war works.

"This is that idiot's mistake. Thanks for saving me at my master's..."

"Well, I'm responsible for giving him the recipe, too, and hey. I didn't think you could float that far."

"You're a research idiot. I just want to take a moment to talk to my master, but considering this guy, should I hurry home"

"What is this? Is it a weapon?

"" You better not know now. I'd rather forget about it. ""

"... Huh?

Not knowing about the Magic Gun, Christine gave a puzzling look.

I adored her for a moment like that, Zveit, but I remember the importance of things. It doesn't taste good to be found out about a magic gun right now.

Just tell him that it's military secrecy for now, and he'll try to rush back to the mansion.

Christine also said, 'Thank you. I will definitely pay for the sword soon,' he said, leaving two of them on their way home.

Zeros who dropped them off...

"I've been doing it and I've come up with a lot, and it's been a long time since I've really tried working out my sword."

- And so on, I caged in the blacksmith again.

He was caged for about three days, but I'm not sure what he was making.

However, it is only certain that it has been granted performance that cannot be released to the public.