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

A bit of a future event.

That's not to say, based on the spiritual standards of decades or hundreds of years.

The hero has already been changed.

This is not the story of Shuya Nykern, who was pulled by the Great Spirit of Fire and sublime to the Savior with various regrets and saved the world.

He does not hesitate.

You cannot use powerful power or universal knowledge unless you use it thoroughly.

So even if she refused to go to the stage in the anime, he would be willing to bring him on stage.

He knows a lot.

Because we know ----.

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Furniture to entertain the viewer is placed without care.

The room was brilliant but out of harmony.

The stones of the rock dragon are adorned on the wall, the fireplace is attached to the teeth of a giant flaming lizard (Ebiscus), which is supposed to burn forever, and the carpet laid on the floor The fur of a newborn bristly sheep (Maine-mean) that exists only in the Northern Travas Plain.

Its value, if seen by the viewer, could be defeated.

If you are a small person, you will not even be able to walk, fearing that the carpet will be dirty.

The owner of the lavish room is not the king of the Dostol Empire, and he is not allowed to enter this room in the first place.

Her room was located on the top floor of Dostor Capital, which was designed to unite with the steep cliffs, at the innermost part of the multiple guard gates of the Imperial capital Dostor.

A round table beside a bed wrapped in pure white sheets.

On top of that, there were plenty of drinking tea, Western confectionery, and fruits.

"It's a free federal self-consideration, it's really hard to go south. It's a great spirit of light for Dalis, a great spirit of the wind for the Empire, and a great deal of water for the Sarkista. It's a spirit, I don't know the U.S.A., well, there, but it was stolen by a woman there ... I'm really sick! Without it, I can't find the egg of the great spirit of death! "

A girl taking a pillow packed with feathers on a table and resting her head on it.

She is the ruler of this room.

A girl who controls the Dostor Empire more than shadows.

It was Nanatrige, the Great Spirit of Darkness.

Long hair like black silk that stretches to the waist is glossy, snow-white skin that makes you feel the coming of winter, slender limbs that make you feel hesitant to touch.

He is dressed in a black dress and looks at the void like an inorganic doll, but the words leaking out of his mouth were nothing more than fuss.

"--- Ah, test test. This is real oak."

A voice that should not be possible resounds in her room.

She was astonished without a voice.

If you look closely, you can hear a voice from a pile of magical tools that had been dusting in the corner of the field of view, the corner of the room.

"--- Eh, do you hear me? Nanatrige, the Great Spirit of Darkness"

"Huh? Who? Huh ... yeah, lie, yeah!

Nanatrieju wielded the mountain of magic with both hands and reflected the source of the sound in his eyes.

A black button with the power of change.

Voices came out of the buttons of the black robe and the magic items that I named in the past.

"--- It looks like you've been successful."

"Uso-so!-Why!-The magic of communication in a magic tool!-I'm not talking to anyone!-Why do you know !!!!"

Nanatrieju has been adding the features of a magical tool that he puts his power into.

It's the magic of calling that allows you to talk to yourself anytime.

Nanatreige always creates a pair to put in a room when raising a handmade magic tool to a skilled dark wizard.

If there was something, I was thinking of turning the dark wizards unilaterally out of my room.

But nobody was taught that there was a communication feature, and that feature was never used.

So it was impossible for a voice to reach through a magic tool.

That too-from there.

"Well, this is Real Oak. I have the egg of the Great Spirit of Death. I repeat, this is Real Oak. I have the egg of the Great Spirit of Death."

"Huh !?"

The dark spirit, Nanatrieju, was even more surprised.

The egg of the Great Spirit of Death is a thing that only you and the king of the Empire know.

It is said that she spreads the evils of death all over the land.

"Why do you know! Who are you?"

Nanatrieju squeezed the button in his black robe and jumped out of the window.

As long as you have a pair of magical tools, the creator of the dark spirit, Nanatrage, can tell you where the voice is coming from.

"Darkness becomes wings and disguises itself as the wind! @ Dark Wing!"

Nanatriege looks down at the Imperial City Dostol Canyon from the sky while holding on to the dark magical tool.

A huge castle is built on a steep cliff, and a huge gate surrounds it.

It is a fortress that can be proud of whether there will be more splendid towns on the continent, but it doesn't matter now.

"Well, this is real oak. Can you hear me?"

―――― I can hear you! Why do I know that this is the great spirit of darkness, Nanatrage! If I say so much fun, I'll kill you !!!!

"Repeat. Nanatrige, the Great Spirit of Darkness. I kept the egg of the Great Spirit of Death."

"--- You can hear it without saying it over and over!"

"Repeat. Nanatrige, the Great Spirit of Darkness. Didn't you hear my voice?"

―――― I'm not saying that you can hear it, it's not funny! Conversation, it's really ridiculous if you do it in one way! And it's more real oak than anything else! It's not funny ! "

"Repeat. This is a real oak. I'm in the Empire now, and I'm ready to greet you alone. So you'll come alone."

"--- What's this !? It's broken! I'm not saying that my voice hasn't arrived! In such a case, all of the magic tools had to be maintained!"

"Repeat. This is a real oak .... No, don't stop joking. My name is Slow. It's a pig called the wind prodigy and the assassin has been sent to you. Tsu! "

"--- It's frustrating that this voice doesn't reach me! It's faster to fix this and be able to communicate with him ... no, it's faster to go directly!"

"The adventurer's party !? Hey Bujita! Are any of them wearing colored bracelets? It's a measure of their strength!… Hey, it's blue! "I'm going over there right now ... buhi! I'll try my hand against a human opponent!

"----Adventurer !? Already! Oh already! I'm irritated! What is it! You! What are you doing! I'm not worried! And what is that part of the place!

"I hope you can hear my voice, Nanatrage, the Great Spirit of Darkness. I have the egg of the Great Spirit of Death."

"――-I know! I'm telling you to go there at full speed! Also! I'm so crazy about the kindergarten of the wind but I'm messed up! I doubt your sense! … N …… the kindergarten of the wind?

"Kusoo, your power left in this magic tool seems a little behind, so let me tell you a word at the end."

"――-I know! I'll keep the egg of the great spirit of death anyway."

"Hey, Bujita! You're sick, buhi! Oh shit!

―――― I'm interrupted! ... Oh, I'm just saying what I want to say, what a guy!… And the wind kid …… Oh, I remembered it! ! ...... Suro ~ Denning, a wind prodigy! A dragon slayer born south! "

On that day, the Dark Spirit disappeared from the Imperial City.

Nanatrige enjoyed the excitement of trembling for a long time after listening to the voice with a burst of intention.

What a rant to the dark spirits that rule this empire.

Nanatoriju, the great spirit of darkness, was frustrated and squeezed with the magical item of darkness, the button of the black robe.

"--- Wait for the prodigy of the wind. No ... Real Oak, Slo-Denning! Who did you sell the quarrel to ... Because I'll give it a good taste!"