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

"It's a beautiful day... Oh, Kroto, it's got a sauce on your cheek"

"... really"

"Haha, wiping it with your hands just stretches. I'll wipe it for you. Stay still, Mr. Kroto."

"You have a lot of taste for tallow today"

"Because I made more than half of it."

What is the sight being played out in front of me now?

I must have come prepared to go to dangerous land.

But in front of me, a very soothing dining landscape unfolds.

It's also an outdoor meal overlooking the ruins.

Is it because it's outdoors? I'm laying a rug on the ground and spreading the lunchbox that my subhuman daughter has always had.

No, was this girl a dragon?

I still can't believe it because I haven't seen the change, but it seems that the child dragon has become human.

"Mr. Salamid, it looks like you haven't got your hands on it, but it wasn't in your mouth?

"Oh, no, that's not what I'm saying"

It is true that I am surprised to hear that he has made this, but it is not that I am unhappy with my meal and have not been able to move on.

Rather, this meal is delicious. It's no worse than our cook's.

I hear that Uml dishes are often seasoned in the general household, but I think this is a luxurious story to come out of every day in the general household.

No, he's an aristocratic husband, and maybe that's the reason around.

What I'm confused about is that he's too relaxed.

I'm heading to a dangerous place now, and it doesn't look like I'm going to have an exchange of lives.

You look more out of your mind than very serene...

There was an atmosphere that said so originally, but now things still look loose.

"... this is delicious."

"Oh, oh, thank you, Mr. Kroto"

His son, Mr. Kroto, gave me a plate with the dish on it, and I take it with confusion.

Am I the only one who gets a little anxious when I can stare with unfocused eyes that don't know where I'm looking?

Thinking about it, Mr. Tallow's hand stopped and his gaze was at the ruins.

The expression is still blurry.

It was him looking straight at the ruins for a while, but he opens his mouth with his gaze to me.

"But you were digging up the ruins. It helps that you don't have to make your way inside, but isn't it hard to hide it?

"No, that's what nobody's digging up."

"... well, does that mean this has been happening for a long time?

"That's different, too. This ruin suddenly appeared in this place in this state."

The location of the ruins that appeared in our country was originally a flat ground with nothing.

It was also a place where there were quite a few trees because it was a land without extra people's hands.

One day, all of a sudden, the trees and soil around them disappeared somewhere, and this ruin appeared.

Being buried in the ground can be inferred from the low position, but I could not hide my surprise at the disappearance of the surrounding objects that were hiding it.

"Suddenly it appeared, is it... Kroto, do you see anything around the ruins? I don't think I can see anything."

"... yeah, I don't see it. It's okay to get close."

"Well, then don't worry about it for now"

Listen to me, Mr. Tallow, who consults his son with a serious face.

Kroto, I heard your answer. Mr. Tallow exhaled in relief.

I don't know what their conversation means, but does it mean that his son is not a normal realm person, just like him?

"Maybe you're expecting a report on that confirmation, sister."

"... maybe. Mother Inai told me to be careful around the ruins."

"Speaking of which, I was told, too. If you feel any danger as soon as you get closer, you can go back."

"Tallow, there's a lot of meat in this lunch box. Add some more vegetables. '

"The meat is processed into preserved food, but the vegetables are scarce because they were purchased in a hurry."

"... don't complain about what your father made"

'I didn't put it on what I made. I'm telling you because I didn't make it.'

"Come on, you two don't fight over that. Mr. Tallow worked hard early in the morning, so be patient with Haku. Krott, you can't get mad at your father as soon as he's involved, can you?

"Yes."

"... yes"

I thought we were having a serious conversation, and the conversation shifted to meals again.

How far are they deliberate, and how far are they vegetarian actions?

I'm also bringing in a beast named Grett that Mr. Sigal keeps, and if you haven't heard the purpose, it just looks like he's here for a walk and a meal.

"Would it be okay to be so relaxed..."

"Inai tells me to finish and go back before sundown, so it's okay."

I don't mean that. I mean, is it okay with this relaxed atmosphere?

No, I don't know what happens where people like me get nervous, and they have a feeling they're the only ones who know.

Watching Mr. Tallow push you down after your share of the meal, Gret, makes me wonder if the other day's battle with your mother was even hallucinating.

"Well, do you want to go"

"Yes, thank you."

Finish your meal, clean it up beautifully, and then he speaks of departure.

I follow him according to it.

"Be careful, Mr. Tallow"

"Yeah, you're coming. Kroto begs your mother."

"... it's okay"

"I'm here, and I'm fine."

After lightening such an exchange, Mr. Tallow steps into the ruins.

I was following behind him in silence, observing the ruins.

It's not in a way that has several aisles, it's the main road anyway, but this is quite a long one.

Isn't it pretty much down to the basement?

I also feel that the material of the stone is somewhat different from what I know.

I don't know because I'm not a professional, but I don't look like a regular stone.

I still feel uncomfortable about the fact that such a big thing is the same in every country in the world.

"Oh, yes, Mr. Salamid, I have one favor to ask you."

As he walked observing the ruins, he suddenly stopped to say such a thing.

"Yes, what is it"

"What I'm going to do now, no matter what, will you shut up and watch?

"... I am told to follow your instructions. Please, feel free."

"Thank you"

When he nods satisfactorily at my reply, he moves on again.

I don't understand the intent of the question right now, but whatever that intent is, it doesn't change my behavior.

There's nothing I can do, because I can only look at it from the beginning.

Then he walked again for a while, where he had opened himself.

There is one stone cabinet ahead. Is that what they say the devil sleeps?

"So, will you wait?

"Understood."

Tell him to wait at the entrance and watch him approach the stone cabinet.

He stood in front of the stone cabinet for a little while, but opened the lid as he had decided.

Then I learn the feeling that the magic of my surroundings is sucked into the stone cabinet.

Even though I'm not a good mouth for witchcraft, I find myself collecting magic terribly and violently.

"What is this?"

I feel so "powerful" that my breath is like that.

I feel like there's a monster over there that I should never relate to.

My legs are trembling and I can't move. No, it's not just the legs. I can't move my body.

"Did you wake me, kid?"

A man emerged from the stone cabinet.

A nobleman-style man in a nice dress, but his appearance doesn't match his clothes.

An ugly face with a round, fat system and no cute shards.

Though the stone cabinet was huge, it's a giant I wonder if that body was delivered in there.

He's the devil.

"Yes, good morning"

"Hmm, a little different than planned... but reasonably good. There's no way."

"Is it not what you planned?

"I have nothing to say to you. Garbage is not allowed except to answer our questions."

For some reason, he began to speak calmly to the devil.

But the demon doesn't seem to care.

"After all, you can't live with humans."

"Apparently you didn't hear me. I tolerated him once because there's a sign of him, but he'll die once."

The demon pointed his knife at him at a speed he didn't know if to say so or move fast.

But already he's not there, and there's a storm in the space that's supposed to be indoors.

As well as that, he heard something pounding loudly, and when he noticed, he stood behind the demon.

Turn your quiet, murderous eyes to the demon.

"Well, ginger, don't you"

When I saw him squealing so quietly, I felt the chills running.

I don't feel any sign from him that he looks as strong as ever.

Even so, the moment I look him in the eye, a contradictory feeling of being "killed" runs around my body.

"Hey, you, when..."

The demon tried to attack him behind his back with a stunned look on his face.

But he grabbed the arm without difficulty - every time, the demon's neck fell.

"Nah... what... but..."

The fallen neck is pointing toward me, and his eyes are completely open and he doesn't recognize what happened.

It didn't even look like me at all. Despite watching the two of us from a place away, nothing.

But there is a sword in his hand that has been pulled out at some point, so I can only predict.

He told me that he had slaughtered the demon at a rate that even the demon couldn't recognize.

Mr. Tallow slowly places the body of the demon no longer in power, approaching the demon's head.

"... it's good you resent me. It's good that you hate me. You never have to forgive me. I'll kill you for my family."

When he quietly and slowly said that to the demon, he amputated the demon's head.

Make that look, somewhere, spicy.

Confirming that the demon was completely dead, he took the stone out of his nose and turned it back to his nose when he pointed it at the demon for a while.

"Well... it's over, and should we go home once?"

"Oh, oh..."

Both the sad appearance earlier and the thought of being killed had vanished, returning to him with a calm, somewhere careless atmosphere.

However, when he leaves the ruins, he falls asleep to leave his body with his daughter-in-law and pass out, and is carried straight back to the mansion.

I wanted to ask myself what happened then, but I couldn't hear it that day after all.

But still, I know only one thing.

That's something I'll never get to.