Because I’ve Been Reincarnated as the Piggy Duke, This Time I Will Say I Like You (WN)

The monsters have been defeated, and the survivors have begun to escape.

I'm already a hero hero, but the presence of a big boss still floating in the sky doesn't allow me to rest.

Black Dragon is in rave battle.

But the other party is not me.

"--- Hey, isn't he too strong?"

Silva is fighting endlessly like a fish that gets water.

Certainly, the sword's arm was Pikaichi, but now he is dealing with a sword (enchanted sword) enchanted with the attributes of the wind, and he is on a par with Black Dragon.

Oh, Black Dragon fled to the sky.

Somehow, Mr. Black Ryu feels like he is being pushed ...

It's a monster ... he's not the hero anymore?

Hey, are you there?

I had no choice but to laugh.

…… If you glance back, Charlotte looked at me with his eyes moist.

I'll do it properly.

(Slow ... I don't think I'm losing)

This voice is a great spirit.

Unexpectedly, Alto Ange floated beside me.

It's nice and quiet, and it's a different cat before leaving the school.

"Garigarijan"

(Pia isn't good enough to use his magic power. It's just because she's blinding herself, but that's probably a lot of work on him.)

That's Silva.

Certainly, he himself fighting the Black Dragon looks like a typhoon.

But at a later date, it's going to be terrible with sickness.

I'll tell you earlier, Nanashi.

(Nyaa was thin, with the principle that you were thin)

"What is that?"

(The accumulated fat is converted into magic power.)

"... what?"

Even if you say that seriously ... it's a theory.

Fat is the source of magic, what a strange creature we are.

The Great Spirit of the Wind is a paranormal from every point of view, but I'm an ordinary person.

(Probably due to a strange medicine you ate recently)

Saying that, the great spirit of the wind, Alto Ange, picked something up by hand and showed him a swallowing gesture. And with a bitter face, she groaned.

What's that.

Is it a new banquet art?

But you can't be called to a banquet because you have no friends.

(Pia to imitate you)

What? Is it imitation? It's too bad.

...... Eh, I'm taking a thin pill? I'm sure it's the worst thing over my throat, but it always hummed ...

(Than that, Pia)

A fierce meeting between Black Dragon and Silva.

The battle between the flame and the wind is like a powerful scene in a movie.

(Now turn the magical power flowing on his sword to you.

"I'm a little scared to use the power of the Great Spirit in this body, but ... yes. Would you like to close it up at the end of a long day?"

I point my staff at the Black Dragon.

Then the spirits gathered one after another.

Hey, can you give me your blood? I'm singing fast and fast.

It ’s bad, but I ’m sorry.

The chill that feels that even a single drop gives blood to the spirit is terrible.

The magical power is also irrelevant and the physical strength is also bubbly.

In this state, what do you expect from me?

I'm going to get my knees.

To be honest, it's the limit. really.

In the meantime, I guess my body will be somehow managed to use the help of a great spirit.

The muddy bed of the earth is throwing a bad invitation to come over here, but from inside the cathedral, I can hear my cheers and cheers, which I have been waiting for.

"It's like my time has finally come. Pigs are cursed as pigs, and swine fungus is going to pass on!"

―――― Bo-chan! It's almost time for me! I can't do that!

Silva intervened in my monologue.

Indeed, the protagonist takes care of himself.

A vision that took the protagonist event from Shuya.

There are too many people around me trying to get a new hero's seat.

I'm sorry, I'm the hero! ! ! ! !

"Silva. Good luck."

"Eh! I'm getting stiffer ...

"As expected, too much magical power. Even though it is over the enchantment sword, part of your body is also circulating magical power. Maybe you will be drunk for a few days."

"... I can't say that first, Bochan."

"Buhya"

Glance back and look back.

Everyone is sighing relief that they are all right.

And her appearance.

It's no longer a dignified servant of Charlotte.

Indeed, this experience seemed to shock enough to remove Charlotte's cool iron skin.

"I can't show you a bad shape in this kind of scene ..."

(Naturally Pia. You're the contractor of Pia. If you're not cool, Pia ... and Charlotte doesn't know about Pia. Sad Pia. Slow, do somehow.

It's a big spirit that is moving away from the front stage.

It is a big difference from the great dark spirit of the empire (Nanatrige), who is very active.

"Reassure, Alto Ange. I'll make you materialize soon. I've already received the magical tools for that from Silva."

(Nya aa aa aa aa! ?????)

"I'm sorry, mercenary. Your precious magical tool is already in my hands."

(... hahahahahaha bad)

"Tell Silva. But Alto Ange. Make you materialize, bite this meaning well."

Silva, which was far away, came back to me.

Bring the big black dragon.

I took a big breath in front of an opponent who could not be an anime.

Fate has changed.

Actually, I had been tracking colorful light bullets from the black dragon from a while ago, but the movement of the black dragon was too fast and I didn't seem to hit it.

After all, it is no good just to have a lot of trouble.

I need a heavy blow.

"The first thing I met was the wind, so I guess I can feel the wind."

A monster with a royal atmosphere in the sky.

The wind is crying.

You're just holding it down.

There is no grace piece, if I am a teacher I will give 0 points.

Throw your feet into the muddy puddle and chill your head.

Figure of black dragon catching in sight.

The spirit of light still illuminates the opponent's figure.

I can't make an excuse that I couldn't see it because it's dark.

Indeed, it's too visible and dazzling.

"Go down, Silver--"

Silva lured the Black Dragon in front of me.

"--- I'll leave the rest, Bochan!"

The wind created by Silva hits the body.

The wind you have created is so bad that you cannot beat the Black Dragon.

A refreshing wind blows into my heart.

A wand that is swung down in search of a whole-bodied blow.

"The armor of the wind (caught in the sky). The chain of the wind (you weight)"

The dark sky responds to my gaze.

"The town of the wind (Omokumomoku). Castle of the wind (Momokumo)"

A dark night resonates with my words.

"The forest of the wind (this is the end). The world of the wind (no more jumping out)

To my power, the spirit of the wind rejoices and begins to roar to eliminate the dark invaders dancing in the night sky.

Regardless of speed or monster presence.

I just tell you.

Black Dragon Sekhmet.

For my dream.

"--Gravity operation (gravidity down)"

Received the name of Dragon Slayer, a nickname hanging on its neck.

● ● ●

Black Dragon Sekhmet falls.

I thought the sky was my realm.

Indeed, should this be called the rebellion of the wind?

He thought he was going to rampage up to see if he could be a dragon slayer, but it doesn't seem necessary.

(... you're scary. You pretend to be nothing but the wind, but how much power did you put into the wind?)

That swordsman had the genie of the wind obeyed with tremendous magic.

But that boy is different.

In other words, the dimensions are different.

(... I'm glad it wasn't you who tried to regain the princess a thousand years ago.

A floating feeling that wraps around.

At the same time lose power.

As soon as the role is over, the body loses its power.

(I guess I got up without thinking ... you're mean)

Indeed, I judge that I seemed to be hated by the wind.

Is that also natural?

They didn't want to be swept away by the wind and manipulated them with power.

"Please, let me help you."

(Not that girl ... maybe those girls? At all, it's hard to understand until the end)

But at last I saw good things.

There was no regret.

● ● ●

The red eyes of the black dragon are staring at me.

But not too scary.

I'm exposing myself to me without any resistance.

Although his body is large, he does not feel the power to fight or the will to live from Black Dragon.

"... Na"

The black dragon spit a little fire.

My red eyes are staring at me.

"Slow"

"It's funny"

"Noisy. Wasn't there any more power?"

A voice that melts in the wind.

He seemed to have accepted the wind at the end.

He says that powerful monsters understand and speak human language, but there is also the Black Dragon class.

And I don't say I was living with a princess, I sympathize with Denning's ancestor who really took the princess.

"Oh sekmet. Could you tell me one last thing?"

"... It would be good."

I spoke.

"Is it happy for you to spend time with the Imperial Princess?"

It is written that the dragon in the fairy tale lived happily with her.

It is said that only two people lived humblely with monsters and humans.

I don't think the imperial princess caught up in the whims of the Black Dragon was a pool, but she told her that she ultimately lived happily with her.

"... It was Shiawase. Once again, with Jarina Oshitai, as much as I think ... Bokula and you and others are in a world like Klasel ... I'm a ...

I thought everything was an illusion, but I couldn't seem to be a lie when I saw the current state of Black Dragon.

"What, Sekhmet. Did you have the same dream as me?"

"... I see. That's the kind of thing ... I'm going to give you that power ... I guess you're a tadashi katta ... Oh, Motte, go on, honor the Dragon Slayer."

The Black Dragon slowly closed his eyelids and died after a voice that would have squeezed out his last power.

With no word of grudge, the king of the sky ended like a long sleep.

I fire at the body slowly.

I turn my back to a huge burning flame and head for the cathedral.

She is struggling to see how Silva breaks the barrier, and Charlotte looks at me with her eyes bright red. I laughed unintentionally at the many eyes peeking out of the cathedral, as well as at the entrance of Dr. Locomoko and vision, who had fallen at the entrance.

What the hell happened?

(The incarnation is still Nya !? Slow .... Nyanya !!!! ??)

"... A mood breaker, the great spirit of the wind."

(Still, it's materialized, still, it's ah! ??)

I laughed involuntarily at the appearance of a big spirit like a fly, clinging to me and flying around.

After all, Alto Ange, you have no dignity as a great spirit.

But thank you.

It's nice to not get wet.