At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

Under the guidance of Mr. Nyong, you reach the mountain, which is quite far from the city.

We are now in the middle belly river, dripping a relaxing fishing line.

I never met a dangerous creature on the road, but peace itself.

Any wildlife other than demons could have escaped Gret.

"Oops."

What is the relaxed tone, Mr. Nyong catches the fish vividly, making sure the rod is gone.

Put the fish in the cage, feed the needle and throw it into the river again.

The series of motions is beautiful and I can hear you getting used to fishing from time to time.

"I can catch this one."

"Hey."

Me and Mr. Nyong are usually fishing far enough away to have a conversation.

There are more than ten river fish in his cage already, gut treated along the way to make and pack ice with sorcery.

Mr. Nyong's magic chants seemed to be of such length that he was unwilling to use them in battle.

"Tallow, are you okay eating fish raw?"

"Yeah, I was spending time in a cultural land like that, so I'm fine."

I'm a little scared of parasites and stuff, but if you eat them while using fairy arts, you'll notice an anomaly.

I think if I hit Qigong in my body at worst, I can handle it.

"Oh well, I'll eat this later ~. I guess I can also cook salt ~. Shall I make some simmers when I get home ~"

"That's good"

Discuss the dedication after lunch and return, listening to the river spirals.

I've been losing my mind because of a lot of nerve concentration lately and a long time of fishing.

And since it is Mr. Nyong who talks to me, I will finally do what I have to do.

In a fairly remote downstream, Gret is jumping up the fish like a bear salmon removal.

At first I tried to do it upstream so I had it go downstream.

He plays with the water bashed up for fun.

I'm eating from the edge, but I don't think I have any bones left.

That's calcium, yeah.

Cigal is playing with Kroto in the water.

At first, we were fishing a little more upstream than where we were, but we went downstream with Grett somewhat where we caught him, and we let Grett go free.

You're the sister who takes care of Gret (pet) while taking care of Kroto (child), that one.

Because of this, Mr. Sigal, is it growing? I've been gaining a lot of weight lately.

I guess I'll be outrun next year. 'Cause it's to the point where my gaze has dropped a bit already.

One of these days I have a feeling Cigal is going to be seen older.

... Well, you no longer need an explanation for not telling you so much about yourself.

It's zero catch. It's always the same.

Take care that Mr. Nyong talks to you next door.

I'm watching the flicker over here because there's too much difference in fishing even though I'm really right beside you.

"Mr. Tallow, why don't you change places for a second?"

"Uh, it's hard to say, but I was drooling a pole over there,"

"Ahhh..."

Mr. Nyong in the atmosphere that whatever you say will be a bad consolation.

I'm sorry. I'm really sorry as usual.

"Oh."

"Ooh."

The rod hits me hard and I feel something on it.

It would be a small fish because of its weakness, but still, it's finally the first one.

Quietly raise the pole, while checking what is caught with inner joy.

... It was a chunk of grass that seemed to flow from upstream.

"... ahhh"

Mr. Nyong's unspeakable voice echoes the chirping of a little bird in a comfortable mountain.

Oh, Mr. Sigal, look at me now. I pretended not to.

I walked over to Gret and stroked him, but I was just looking at him.

Remove the grass caught on the needle cleverly, re-feed it, and drop the needle on the river again.

Well, this happens.

"It doesn't feel very disappointing, Mr. Tallow."

'Cause I'm used to it.

"Oh yeah, there are times when you can't catch it."

No, I'm basically used to it because that's defo.

But I decided not to say anything extra to him, who laughed softly and narrowly.

I'm a little disappointed.

You made a good mistake like that, so Mr. Nyong seems less concerned about this one.

Well, it would usually be hard for you to catch around but not just yourself for a long time.

This guy has a lamb face, but his expression is easy to understand and helpful.

You don't understand the expression of a beast or a bug-faced person.

I can't grasp any subtle facial changes other than when you smile and lift your mouth up or when you're angry.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot the important thing."

Mr. Nyong caught one again and whined as he re-fed and threw in the needle.

Did you have any business here?

"Thank you, Mr. Tallow, for saving both of us. Look, I was so thankful to you at Gina's mansion."

I think it's at the ruins.

Sure, they helped us both out the way it turned out, but I feel like we're the ones who put them in danger.

"I think we're the reason we're in danger, and... maybe we should be thanking you."

He grinned as I responded by looking at Mr. Nyong's side.

"That's not true ~. Maybe it worked this time because you were there occasionally, but maybe it worked even if you weren't ~. It's good that everyone's life was safe ~"

Nico, in a calm voice, and he said so.

Just a little bit, I felt better.

Because somewhere in the corner of my head I thought those two might never have fallen if we hadn't gone to the ruins.

You're a sweet, warm guy, this guy.

"Thank you. Just a little bit easier."

"Oh, shit. That's good."

Nico smiled at the words, and I thought maybe they were my inner thoughts.

Maybe you cared about this fishing itself.

"Hmm?"

Another fish was caught, and it was time to stop his tempting hand for a meal and stare at the back of the mountain, Mr. Nyong.

I stare at the same person and see what's coming this way.

A huge hairless beast, roughly three meters in size.

I have a big nappy on my head, my nose is a little longer but I draw a curve and look up.

It's a beast of such shape as I've never seen in the original world. I feel extra creepy because I don't have any hair.

Maybe if I just don't know and look in the original world as well.

I've been feeling a demon slowly approaching me for a while now, but apparently I've defined this one as a prey entirely.

When the demon showed himself before us, he stood up and spread his forelegs wide open.

That's big. To the extent that the amount of magic is a little weaker than the ghost of the tree sea? It's a dangerous strength for normal people.

"It's unusual to be so big around here ~"

Probably intimidating. Besides, Mr. Nyon smiles without any movement.

I had predictions, but I'm sure this guy's strong, too.

Mr. Leifarna was also very physically capable without witchcraft.

Animal people seem to be basically powerful.

"I don't really like this guy because he's not delicious."

Unfortunately, he groans and walks away in nature when it comes to it, Mr. Nyong.

I didn't feel like stopping or worrying because it was too natural.

I felt such an atmosphere on my back that I could rely on it very much.

But the demon is beaten by Mr. Nyong with his spread forelegs to hunt for his prey.

I weighed in. That captured Mr. Nyong accurately.

"Oops."

The shock sounded loud, but Mr. Nyong was taking it with one hand as if nothing had happened.

Then in a blow to the abdomen he released as he approached nature, the demon sank without even screaming.

Do it, this guy is so strong.

Without witchcraft, we can't stop these normal people, whether they're living or not.

You thought I'd make you such a strong clan slave for good.

"Well, I don't know what to do... this guy isn't tasty..."

Mr. Nyong is more worried about handling the monster than he was fighting earlier.

But isn't it delicious, this demon?

It looks muscular, and is it muscular?

"Mr. Tallow, I'm going to take care of this for a second, will you wait here?"

"Oh, yes, I get it"

"Sorry ~"

He lifted the demon lightly more than twice his size and ran to the back of the mountain.

I don't care how you look at it, you're really half physically capable.

So is Garabaugh, but I wonder if everyone in the beast system is.

If so, I guess the end of the reckless people of the past was a natural outcome.

Those people will always be slaves or something, you can never do that.

He had such thoughts about past incidents, watching a fishing line with no sign of a one-way trip.