"I thank you for calming this battle."
The Beast King thanked us in front of him.
In the camp, but he labored all who were on the spot with a whispering feast.
Especially the Beast King had me, the Fire, Kengo, the Pope, Crail, and the Spirit King sitting at the center of the feast to be generous and welcoming.
Honestly, I can't deny I'm the only one in the wrong place, but the Beast King didn't seem to feel better if I didn't treat him the same way as the other kings.
"From what I hear, aren't you the one who put an end to this battle? So it's only natural to show the greatest respect in this place?".
Well, I can't refuse to be told this.
"Claire, Claire, yes, uh..."
"No, I can usually eat myself..."
"Don't say that, oh, or should I say it by mouth?
"!? No, don't! I don't want that! Keep your face away from me, you idiot!
But this seat is right next door to the right. Claire and the Spirit King are snoozing and loud.
The Spirit King's got fruit in his mouth and it's stuffed in a crawl.
I think Claire used to say something specific about kissing for the first time before, but I can't wipe away the suspicion that he might have been hit several times by the Spirit King.
I guess we're no-can because we're same-sex.
I don't care that much if a woman kisses me, either.
"Hung, as always, the Mayhem mockers. If this wasn't the celebratory seat, I'd almost give you a scorching flame...... ngung"
Also, the fireflies sitting next to the crawlers opposite each other whine about that as they flaunt their meat lavishly.
The fire nowadays is not a dragon form, but a beauty form from the first time we met.
I can't sit in a seat in a dragon state on a boulder, and I guess I decided this one was better than a loli form to keep it dignified.
I don't know. My appetite for fire is terrific.
I eat more food in front of me than anyone else on this occasion.
Where the hell is the food you ate?
"Hey Mikhail! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
"... I'm a clergyman. You need to be careful what you do with your wings off."
"Can't you really drink my poured wine?!? I cried until the other day, and Mikhail Kung became great!
"Yes, no, not like that... let's have it"
"Whoa! That's intentional!
The voices of the Kengos echoed from the distant seats.
Don't force the Pope to drink, Kengo.
When he drinks in, he's a terrific knoll.
His face is pretty red, and he looks like he's already drunk all over the place when he looks like that, so let's not get too close to Kengo.
I could get drunk too if I got close.
One Pope is enough of the sacrifice.
"Are you enjoying the feast of the steeple?
And the Beast King came to me like that.
"Ooh! I'm having fun!
Then somehow Kengo answered it aloud.
You can have an audience with a woman from the Beast Clan who grew cats.
"Huh, apparently the Sword King enjoys it more"
"... sounds like it"
I started having conversations with the King of the Beast with such a bluff as "The Sword King is someone else in red".
"You may not hesitate to ask for it."
"... oh, well, whatever"
The Sword King lets you bring booze and samurai beast women, and the Fire King lets you bring more and more rice anyway, but I'm nothing like that.
Anyway, I just quietly eat the rice looking at the atmosphere around me.
Krall is taken by the Spirit King, and the fireworks are full of hands to eat.
Phil, Gardia, and Ceres and I are too far apart to talk.
And the Sword King was in a nasty state, and I didn't have a chance to bicker with the guys around me.
I guess that's why the Beast King came to me.
"Gohohohoho...... excuse me"
Analyzing around like that, the Beast King suddenly started coughing up.
"... Speaking of which, the Beast King was sick."
"Mm, well, it sure is"
"What kind of illness is it?
"Oh, that's..."
"Gargando! Why do you keep the syrup when you can drink it?"
When I asked the Beast King about the disease, all of a sudden the Sword King came there.
Are you okay with drinking to the sick?
"No, my life is stopping drinking now. Let's compare drinks to another time."
"Chi, Tsuma no. If you're so broken that you can't drink, just go to sleep. I'll leave the rest to Gaius, okay?
"Hmm, sure. Shall I let you do that? Just because I'm gone doesn't mean you're reluctant."
"Oh, I know."
If I thought so, the Beast King would normally refuse to drink, and I left this place behind to rest my body.
"Hey, Sin."
"... what?
"Have a drink."
"I don't drink. Don't recommend alcohol to minors, you idiot."
So the sword king who transferred the target to me sent me a glass with booze.
But I politely refuse it and distance myself from the liquor-smelling sword king.
"In Earth, you can drink at 15. That's why I don't blame anybody for drinking here."
"Oh, really... no, but you don't need it. Fruit juice is enough."
Sometimes it's New Year's Eve or when I celebrate, they drink a drink with me (this time it was booze when the feast started), but I don't think it tastes very good.
That's why I don't want to drink before my age.
"Oh well, you child tongue. Mikhail gets drunk after just a couple of drinks, and I wonder if anyone here wants to compare him to me."
Was the Pope crushed?
If you look closely, the Pope is embraced by the Beast Clan in the back.
It's supposed to be the highest power of the people, but when this happens, it's unbroken.
"Then why don't we compete with the rest, Sword King? That's the first time you've ever competed against a drink?
"Oh, don't you like Nori, Mr. Dragon King? I can't stay black starred, but I'm gonna win today!
And the highest power of the people, part 2, breasted the battle compared to fire and drink.
The two drinks up the booze that comes one after the other with tremendous momentum.
I'm going to get drunk just watching something.
"And Lord Singh... Yes, help me..."
"Don't run away from me. It's been a long time since I've seen you again. Talk slowly about what you've never seen before."
So I turned again to the right and Krall was making a rescue request.
Krall is held by the Spirit King from behind and takes a rough breath as he rubs his milk.
This one looks better than the right.
"Hey... don't look... I'm helping you..."
"and, smansman"
Look at Claire, who no longer looks like she's about to cry. I've decided to send out a help boat.
"Spirit King, Krall doesn't like you. Why don't you let him go?
"Uh, because I haven't seen you in hundreds of years? I want to be more crawly."
"Even if they waste it..."
But thank you. The Spirit King doesn't seem willing to let go of Krall.
I'm Claire. You're quite fond of me.
"But Claire hates you more than that, doesn't she? Look, he's going to cry now."
"Mm-hmm... I thought they'd say that. I don't want Claire to hate me either."
But the Spirit King seemed to think properly of Krall, and slowly let go of her hand.
Well, I feel like I'm a little too late for compassion, but this helped Claire.
"Phew... Phew... thank God..."
"Good day, Claire. So this is what you and the Spirit King used to be like?
"Right... the intensity is increasing... but what you're doing isn't the same as it used to be"
"Heh..."
I mean, the Spirit King has always been oh.
Then should I ask you here for a moment?
"Spirit King...... Could you be of Sochi descent?
"I don't know if the sotching system is referring to the dotching system, but maybe I don't have the same hobbies as you think?
"Really?
"Yeah, I'm just a hobby to love a pretty girl all over my body."
"Really..."
Shouldn't you say sotchy already?
Aren't you willing to deprive this man of Krall's chastity?
But is she cute?
Sure, because Claire is a pretty pretty girl if you just say it by her looks.
It's not like I don't even know what it feels like to love you.
"But if that's the case, there's a beautiful girl over there, too, so if it's not enough with love yet, please go to Sotch"
Nevertheless, it can be another dead fish's eye when Krall can love him any more.
So I turned my eyes to Phil, Gardia and Ceres, who were ridiculing in the distant seat, and sacrificed the Spirit King.
"Oh, those kids, heh, heh, heh. Larara ~"
The Spirit King listened to my suggestion and attacked the Phils with a light tone.
And King Spirit was beginning to cheek with Phil and Gardia in his arms.
Ceres is also an elegant beauty for once, but I guess she's too big for the Spirit King's taste.
"Ha hoo... I had a terrible eye..."
"But you didn't really hate me, did you? If you were me, you could have run away and fought back."
"Well, that's true... because I also know that Arias is not doing that with offense..."
"Phew."
It doesn't look like Claire hates the Spirit King for any reason.
Even if the Spirit King screws me up, I can still say this, so I guess that means the bond between the two is pretty stiff.
"Ororo, oro, oro, oro"
"Hung, did you throw up to this extent? You're toothless."
... thinking about it, I could hear someone throwing up from the seat next to me on the left.
"Huh... what the... Huh! Drinking a whole barrel of alcohol or something... ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh"
What are you really doing now, Kengo?
You're taking off too many frames for whatever it takes.
I blushed at the unscrupulous behavior in my body while comforting Kengo, who had lost his fire.