Darenidemo Dekiru Kage Kara Tasukeru Maō Tōbatsu

Numerous unexpected occurrences occurred on the journey of support for the Demon King's Crusade, but if you were to mention the most unexpected of them - it would be the humanization of the Ice Tree Xiaolong (Gracial Plant).

Anyway, that was out of common sense for me, having shot down so many demons and seen all sorts of weird magic.

The timing sucks, Fujido's character and it's something that really gave me a headache for a while. Right now, all I can say is that that subdragon, named Gresha, is still quiet as part of the Fujido and the others' party (although of course I tried to persuade them) and I'm really lucky.

Gresha, who at first was just eating up finite resources with about a free meal, also took the opportunity to negotiate in [Golem Valley] and has recently become active there. Only the superior individual of the former Yalong, whose abilities are no less pale than those of the Fujido et al. today, stands up to him without escaping even in the Battle of Helyar.

And I was deeply moved by that attitude, and at the same time I was finding potential. Depending on today's negotiations, we will need to change our plans for future strength enhancements.

One of the mercenary taverns present in Wang Du. Waiting in the back of the shop, famous for serving more quantitative meals than quality, came in like a little shadow in a terrible way out of place.

It's Gresha. Wavy dark green hair, eyes of the same color are hard to see in people. Sometimes around the age of ten if only to look at, the figure is terribly noticeable among mercenaries who have come to drink from day to day.

Mercenaries have people of all races, ages, and genders, but children as old as Gresha are not the first to become mercenaries. The clerk who is accustomed to rough looks wondering if he is a customer or lost.

Gresha is one person and doesn't look like she has a weapon war hammer. Check the clock, but it looks like we still have about thirty minutes till the rendezvous.

Clever...... you're learning.

Gresha stood near the entrance and seemed like she was going to wait until time came, but when she found me, she saw me twice and looked like she was going to cry.

It's been a long time since I've seen Gresha this way, but it seems to improve my strength a lot compared to when I first met her.

Leveling is generally said to be a human privilege, but in no way does leveling exist in any other species. Compared to the human race, it is greatly less efficient, but its presence can be absorbed and its ability grows.

The difference between Gresha and Fujido has narrowed, but seems to be alive and well as before.

You thought Gresha would be in a bad mood if she ignored me, and she approaches me with a rattlesnake tremor.

Apparently - last time, he planted too much fear. From that look, it didn't seem very dragon blood mixed.

Gresha came to my sitting table, trying to shrink her body and bowing her head.

"Oh, late...... sorry, dude"

"Why didn't you bring your weapon?

"... Huh?

If you're a mercenary, it's natural to carry a weapon with you. Mercenaries who do not carry weapons are subject to mockery and are perceived to be unprepared. I'm not a mercenary, but I won't let go of 'God's Wrath (Lars of God)' unless I have any particular reason to.

"I'm not... late. Gresha, you're scared of me now, aren't you?

Clever. Clever, Gresha. Sure, I was hoping for Gresha's mistake.

When I brought my weapon, I was going to put on the difficulty and make a little threat, and I was going to moxify as well, even if I was late.

The only thing tying Gresha, a powerful subdragon, is fear. And fear - is what fades over time. It can be said that it is God's will to make it all the more complete than Gresha's spiritual structure is known.

Look into Gresha's eyes as she joins hands.

"It was hours ago. Gresha, it's only been half an hour. Didn't you think you'd be bothered to come so early?

But this guy dodged it. I paid the utmost attention. I feel profound consideration and fear for this one in its actions.

We should not give more fear than we need to. Excessive unreasonable punishment is far from the efficiency I seek, and Gresha's condition now is convenient to me. You can't break that.

I clapped my shoulders and laughed lightly.

"It's a joke. Sit down. I don't have 'skewers' ready today. Of course, if you ask for it, you'll get it."

"Huh... yes..."

Gresha sits in the front seat frightened for some reason.

I confirmed the fear was pervasive. You won't have to worry about betraying Fujido for a while.

I've never heard of it before, but it seems that dragons were easier to handle than expected. Yai's expectations rise on top too.

Pass the menu to the obviously frightened ex-Alone girl.

"I had extraordinary income. You seem to be trying your best to keep my word these days, and I'll feed you hungry today. Ask for whatever you like. Let's talk later."

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Tell him not to push evil, but there was no sign that Gresha's expression would change. He's staring at my complexion like you did.

There is too much boulder. My purpose is not to order, but to negotiate. Hungry would be easier to negotiate, and Gresha just found value in it.

"I'm still a clergyman. Even if the other person is a beast, he won't hit you for no reason. You'd better ask for it, 'cause if you didn't eat it, it wouldn't change my reaction."

Hearing my words, Gresha finally started ordering with a terrible handle.

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Where in the hell does that little body get that much food?

The other guests around him were also turning their eyes round to Gresha, who kept eating indifferently as if he had become willing.

Gresha is genuine, out-of-pocket. But no one around them is aware of Gresha's identity. Even though the mercenaries are mixed.

This pseudo with its appetite, endurance and strength, and even some of its special abilities available. Besides, we know that fear passes, and that some growth is possible.

Exactly. It can be a delicacy that can change our current situation. I'm really glad I didn't dispose of it then.

In the end, Gresha's hand stopped after eating more than ten servings of food. It seemed like a joke that thick steaks would disappear in seconds of things. The look on the part of the clerk who had carried the dishes also came up with a color that impressed me that it would be the last one.

Gresha has changed to a fairly neat surface, so I might be able to do business if I use it well. But it's also about when the world is at peace and Gresha survives.

Let's hope we get what we deserve, though the meal cost has gone down.

I drank out the water in the big jock and told Gresha to take a breather.

"Have you finished eating? Let's move on. Tell them to go straight in. Well done. I want your people."

"... Huh?

Gresha opens her eyes wide and looks up at me stunned.

The sauce stays on her mouth and she looks pompous. The only thing she looks like is a girl of her age.

"I'd rather have more - don't dare bring one. He's a guy like you who can be a person. Regardless of gender, I'd prefer a female if I could. Oh, I'll take care of it."