Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

Flam and Milkit, as we were talking about yesterday, had come shopping in the Central District.

Graduating from a miserable cloth cut at one toe, Flam is dressed as a simple shirt on top, hot pants on the bottom, and easy to move.

And Milkit said...

"... are you sure this is okay?

"That, would you rather hear it from me? Can you buy such expensive clothes?

"I hope I can afford the money thanks to Anzu... why that?

- I was trying on some black-based service clothes.

It is finished with pretentious lace on the skirt area and chest and doesn't even look like a dress.

In fact, it seems difficult to wear this and work as a service worker, so maybe it's for someone with a particular hobby.

The mismatch with the bandage on my face was also due to the Gothic feel on my clothes, which now seemed flamboyant.

"The clothes I saw most often were this, so I wanted to try them on someday."

Milkit said as she pinched her skirt with her hand, looking at herself in the mirror, which was in the fitting room, one by one.

Even so, though it wasn't a clear desire, it was like a vague thin yearning.

Flam says, "No clothes on? 'He asked, and that was the twisted answer somehow.

"Oh, sure, it's cute to look at... even this"

"I agree, it's a nice design, isn't it?"

"No, no, not just clothes. I mean mill kits look good and cute. Clerk!

A pompous mill kit on a flam that says something rash and embarrassing.

However, the person in question seemed unconscious at all, and a polite female clerk at the waist, who was a little far away, waved to me.

Running over, for a moment she gave an unpleasant look when she saw the engraving of a slave on her cheek, but she quickly went back to normal.

Not that this clerk is a well-made person, but that exchange was already done when he entered the store.

Milkit was also wearing worn out clothes at that time, and he reacted more blatantly.

That said, it was worse to handle in the guild, and I'm getting used to flams.

That's what slaves are like, I guess I just have to cut them off and live more than I've been engraved with an indelible mark for the rest of my life.

Fram does the accounting at the indicated counter and leaves the store for two.

A maid clothed girl with her face wrapped around a bandage in a ruffled outfit, and a slave girl with a bloody hand hanging from her waist with a string.

What a strange, inexperienceable combination of two.

That tendency was originally there, but as a result of each new garment, it became extra noticeable.

But Central Avenue is so full of shoppers and tourists from outside that it can be described as "filled with people”.

There are no special holidays or festivals, they are always in this state.

In that, however rare the pair were, they quickly disappeared from sight, so there was no particular point in attracting attention.

It's helpful not to be noticeable - because if you distract yourself, you're going to be taken away by a stream of people, so simply don't fall off, Flam goes ahead and holds Milkit's hand.

There is a lot to buy.

When two people with nothing were to start their lives from scratch, it was impossible to buy all the necessities in a single buyout, even with luggage full of arms.

Tomorrow, we have to collect only what we are likely to need by the end of the day.

The clothes that were most urgent were done first, then on the shoes, toothbrushes and bath products.

I want the backpack I need for my adventure, and I have to buy dinner this evening and go home.

That's the least we can do.

I don't have much time, although I can afford it financially.

I rushed into the store to find, take and buy the product - Flam and Milkit repeated it several times.

It is still a valuable experience for Milkit, who has no experience of shopping for herself for her own life, although it is not a busy day.

"Thank you -!

Rarely dropped off by a loving clerk for slaves, the two who left the store walk down the boulevard with only their hands firmly connected, sharing and holding the increased baggage.

"Something's making my shopping fun"

"I understand. It's all I see for the first time, and I'm going to stick with it."

"Phew, I was just wondering what I'd do when they brought me fancy dishes that would blow all my possessions away."

"Also, I'm sorry, I didn't think that number was the price..."

Shy leaning mill kit.

Seeing her like that, Flam stopped his leg in the air.

And I look up at a shop sign that was just where I faced the street.

"Your husband?

"Stop by, can I?

"Yes, of course. It's up to your husband to decide where to go."

What Flam found was the largest bookstore in the Wang capital.

Through the entrance to the store, it was the Original teachings that were displayed directly in front.

In the history of the kingdom, it was the Church that possessed the most books when the existence of "books” was not as accessible to ordinary people as it is now.

There is also a history of printing techniques being developed in order to massively imprint the reference books needed for education and the teaching to distribute to the faithful, as education for children was also flourishing in the Church.

The influence, or the printing companies and bookshops that still exist in the kingdom, is often the breath of the Church.

In fact, the shop sign also depicted a logo picturing the symbol of the Origin of Creation.

Besides, it is not because it is connected to the church, but simply because the teaching is a selling product, it is also true that it is placed in the most visible place.

Flam and Milkit do not belong to any religion apart.

Passing there for lack of interest, he turned to the bookshelf on the back wall side, relying on the guidance drawings that had been affixed to the nearby pillars.

"Master, you're going to read the book"

"Hmm? It's not mine."

said Fram.

And when I turn to the bookshelf again, I pull through one book on the back cover that I'm interested in, and I check the cover.

That eye is slightly more serious.

Even though it's not for me, for what - and Milkitt tilts his neck.

"Then who reads?

"I told you, I'll teach Milkit to read and write when I calm down. I got the money that came together earlier than I thought, so I thought I'd get ready."

"Well, you meant it."

"I thought you were in the mood for a sneeze on the spot?

"Because I never thought you could do that for an impossible slave like me."

I'm already used to Milkit's masturbation.

Flam's mission is not to grasp the edge of the word and say a small word to put a heavy box corner on it.

It's about making her feel confident and not using those words naturally.

"Does your husband want me to be alone?"

"I'm not thinking that far, it's just for calculation."

"But if, thanks to the knowledge and experience given to your husband, you have acquired the power to live alone -"

The voice was somewhere disturbing.

Understanding her feelings, Flam mocks herself.

"Don't worry, I'm still not sure I'll live alone."

"... you said that"

"Can't you trust me?

"I don't know what credit is like. But I wish I could stay with your husband as long as possible."

Flam laughs unexpectedly at Milkit's words.

"Hehe, isn't that what you call credibility? Because I trust you, I think you want to be with him."

"This is the credit…"

Milkit put his hand on his chest so as to explore where his emotions were and ascertain their shape.

Talking to Flam makes my chest tighten from time to time.

Just knowing that the name of that sensation that swirls, tightens comfortably, is called "credibility," doesn't make betrayal or anxiety about loss go away.

But I felt a little lighter.

Flam chose the book afterwards and bought it when he looked at a reference book for children that seemed just right to teach Milkit.

A book is not that cheap.

The atmosphere in the store is harsh and the customer base is full of people of good standing.

When I heard the price at the counter, Milkit was confused about "eh," but Flam told her to protest and pay the price quickly.

◇ ◇ ◇

The two people who then purchased the writing equipment and dinner they would need to study were to hold their luggage in both hands.

I can't hold hands when this happens just right.

Fortunately, getting closer to the West Side doesn't make the pedestrian streets as good as the Central Side, and you don't seem to have to worry about getting ripped off.

"I let you spend a lot of money...... for me or something"

The mill kit on the way home is somewhere dark.

He seems to think backwards that he has made himself spend more money on himself than on the Lord.

"Let's think about this then. Milkit's happiness is my happiness."

"I don't know"

"When I think someone is happy with my power, I can be happy too. That sort of thing."

"... Again, I'm not sure"

I can only be confused by what I have never experienced before in my life, "charity from others by favor”.

My previous husband used to be nice to Milkit at times.

Often, however, it is a “pretence”.

Let them rejoice, let them float, poke them off.

It was the torture that slaves bought to be abused, much more painful than simple violence or cursing, were most afraid of.

As a result, not many slaves lose their own lives.

Stick your neck with a knife, tighten your neck with a towel, and try punching your head against the wall as you frenzy - the lords laugh guerrillaly when they see it like that.

Says slaves only shine brightest at unusual moments of death.

Over and over again Milkit tasted it, his emotions became savvy so that he wouldn't be pleased with what he was doing.

means for self-defense.

But - Probably, Flam won't betray you.

Milkit is confused because he is understanding it.

There is no information installed in the brain about how to reward the goods, not to poke them down, but to the emotions they can give her because they just want to make her happy.

"You just need to get used to it one by one, 'cause then I think you'll see."

"Can you wait until I get used to it?

"That's not natural."

Her chest was tightened again to a full grin to be directed.

But “I don't want to keep you waiting," Milkit still hadn't realized that it was the only reason I was in such a hurry.

It wasn't until more later that she realized it.

"Stay, wait, that's important stuff!

I hear a desperate voice of a middle-aged man.

I wonder if so, two men walked away with all their might to plunder both sides of the flam and the mill kit.

"Ugh. Every what?"

The men look familiar behind them.

Weren't you an adventurer of the Dayne clan, who drank for me at the guild's referral?

"Master, the bag they have - isn't it a luxury item?

"Sure, it's not something that Gorotsuki in the West Side can have. I think I'll just go. Milkit, look at your stuff."

"Yes, I understand."

Flam placed the luggage he had in his hands on the spot and, as he lowered his posture, kicked the ground and started tracking the men.

While running, attach the hand that was hanging on your hips to your arms.

Doesn't improve agility, but it shouldn't hurt to keep your muscles up just in case.

Two men would have said D-rank adventurers from that speed.

To that extent, you cannot escape the flam that has been bottomed up with soul-eating.

"Damn, he's an example slave bitch!

The man turned around and said.

Shortly afterwards, I guess we both gave up running away, parting hands and starting to flee.

- I guess one of us has to give up.

Flam goes after the guy with the bag.

A few seconds after we broke up, we trailed him through, circled forward and fisted.

I thought the opponent pulled out a dagger and responded -

"Fireball!

It has activated magic and unleashed fireballs.

Low level magic, slow speed if no power or big deal.

Flam tilts his body and dodges.

Then the man approaches there suddenly, I guess the magic as much as just now was meant to be.

But there's still room in the flam.

Spikes by the released dagger seemed to move slowly.

Grabbing a man's wrist while admiring the effect of the enchant grips him hard.

Gori, and a dull feeling came through the gauntlet.

"Ahhhh!

When a man screams, he drops a dagger from his hand and collapses.

The wrist was bent in an unappealed direction, the bone must have broken.

The effect of muscle gain seems to be greater than Flam thought.

"Oh, oh, that hurts. No... help me...!

"No room for sympathy,"

Glimpsing a man who looks bitterly bored, Flam retrieves his bag.

And I tried to get back to my owner.

Then the other guy ran away, too, and said, "Whoa!" and I hear animals crumbling.

"... Someone seized me?

Until recently, Flam was supposed to be tracking it alone.

Stopping, staring at the voice, someone grabs the man's root from the other side and drags him closer as he drifts.

She's a little girl about 10.

blushing golden hair, white robes, and a larger mace on his back.

Sometimes her height is small and her body is a little rounded, and she feels like a toy.

But the voice of the man earlier came out when he was beaten with that blunt instrument.

Undisputed, I guess the power is real.

"Original nuns......"

There are no women dressed like that in Wangdu other than that.

Maria, who traveled with Flam, was a similar costume, and speaking of which, I remember unexpectedly having a flesh-bomb battle.

Speaking of Original nuns, it's the image of a gentle woman healing people with restorative magic, but she may also be teaching you how to guide them, fight to destroy demons.

"Hmm? Thank you for your success!

The sauce-eyed, somewhere blurry, country-faced girl - thanking her in a weird tone - lowers her head as she shakes her hair with momentum and returns to her original position with about the same momentum.

And he showed his teeth and laughed innocently.