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"Chip, what are they doing?"

He was whining when he saw a man walking on the ground on the roof of the building.

I wonder who you're targeting.

Pick up the gun the man had beside you and aim at it at the muzzle.

Beyond that - Mr. Werth.

Mr. Werth was walking through the city tired of being accompanied by his wife and daughters shopping.

"Yes, an active criminal."

"What!?

A man turns to the voice he suddenly hears from behind.

I'm about to get a yawn on my reaction too slow, but I'll kick my turned face and move it to the edge of the roof.

"Hey, who are you, Temee...!

"He's the one who disabled all your people."

"Right, you."

A man takes a knife out of his nose.

The gun has already let go when it's kicked over.

"Die."

I've been waving the knife without hesitation, so I avoid half a step and slap my right arm with a knife to strengthen it.

"Around...!

I should have done quite a bit of work, but I just tapped in the knife and the man's right arm was bent in a direction that wasn't clear.

I'm not going to care more about their condition or anything like that than I am hostile.

"Who is it, Temehe!

He was staring at me as he held his broken right arm with his left hand.

To be clear, though I'm trained, it's not much different to a chimp for me. I could only feel the degree of error, such as the intensity.

"You don't have to worry about that. If it was a mistake, I would have waited until the decisive moment came, but you aimed at Mr. Werth with a gun. This is enough to determine you as an enemy. I told my family," I'm going to the bathroom, "and they broke up with me, so if I don't get over it, I'm gonna make a funny mistake. So let's get this over with."

When I approached him as he murdered, the man began to dazzle and sweat cold.

The man must have realized I meant it, too.

"Ma, wait! Don't you want info!?

"Unfortunately, I've already got it from yesterday's guys if I need the information. You Gleasons are going to be gone by tomorrow."

"K, shit! How far did they go?

It exposes its anger at the fellow men who sold themselves to.

But it's none of my business.

"Bye."

"Hey......"

Forced to the labyrinth with a metastasis.

I was completely uninterested in the treatment of the Gleasons, but that's why I sent them to Marshland Field, which is on the 63rd floor underground of the labyrinth, to get them to feed the labyrinth. There you might be able to live a few days with native plants.

As long as you live, you can recover your magic.

A man's strength will never allow him to reach the bottom.

"Choo."

Thank you, too.

A dirt rat appears from the corner of the roof.

It's Sandrat, my demon.

"Choo......"

Sandrat cleverly dropped his shoulder and was depressed.

"What's up?

When I asked, I was desperately trying to tell him something by gesturing.

I don't have to do that. I'm a demon, so I'm kind of telling you what I want to tell you.

"Do you regret that you are incapable of fighting"

Sandrat nods.

"Surely you are incapable of fighting. But you're really helping me."

We are currently releasing a hundred sandrats in the city of Ferres to see if there are any remaining raiders and to see if there are any people trying to assault the grandfathers officials.

If I synchronize my senses with the demon, I can synchronize a few at best.

That also means that if you are a demon other than Sandrat, you are not that intelligent, so you have to keep giving detailed instructions, so you have to keep your senses in tune all the time.

Sandrat, however, acts spontaneously only by giving simple instructions to 'keep an eye out for suspicious guys' at the outset because he is smart instead of having all the fighting abilities.

He reported finding a suspicious guy on the roof of the building, even though I still didn't direct him to do so.

In other demons, you can't do this.

Thanks to my voluntary movement, I was able to accomplish it with the burden of just synchronizing my senses with one demon when exchanging contacts.

If I may just say one thing.

"If I could have used you guys during the hunt,"

Sandrat, who understands my words well, has depressed me again.

Sandrat is a mouse demon. Because of this, it is vulnerable to the cold, so it could not be released to the surrounding area during hunting. It is still winter, but sometimes it is a hot spring district, and because the temperature is high due to the effects of geothermal heat, Sandrat was able to act without any problems.

"Well, stay alert after this."

"Choo."

When he rang, he disappeared somewhere.

They need to be under surveillance by Alcaine Chamber of Commerce officials for a while.

The guys I caught yesterday told me that only nine of them were all of them, but they were letting Sandrat keep an eye on them thinking about the possibility of another person being dispatched where they didn't know. Sandrat doesn't have the power to just repel the raiders, so if he finds the suspicious ones, he tells him to report them immediately.

Are you okay over there?

"There is no shadow like an assailant"

'Right. I'll rendezvous with you soon. "

"Yes. Your mother-in-law is worried about your husband who won't return."

When I rushed back under my family, I was about to enter the store for lunch.

"What, here?

"Oh, I'm back, Mars..."

She was a reassuring mother to be back, but she was suspicious that she felt something from how I was.

Or I'm worried about the store I'm about to enter.

"It seems to be a famous shop for spicy noodle dishes here."

"It looks delicious."

It was Liana and Merrill who chose the restaurant that handles spicy noodle dishes.

Riana, who usually doesn't claim herself very much, and Meryl, who rarely speaks of me, say she wants to eat.

"I'm sorry, brother. He wants to try because it seems like neither of us has ever eaten spicy food"

"No, spicy dishes served in places like this..."

Liana and Merrill have gone in, so we have no choice but to go inside the store for now.

"There you are."

Everyone gets to the table when they are welcomed to the table by a considerate brother.

Looking at the menu table, the most prominent place was the recommended dish that said 'Spicy Brice Noodles'.

"I like this"

Meryl was sparkling her eyes when she saw the recommended dish.

You can't be looking at me like that and not order it as my brother.

"Excuse me. Spicy Bryce noodles, please, for the number of people"

"Yes, sir."

After waiting about twenty minutes, a bowl with thick noodles is carried in a bright red soup in front of everyone.

"This is..."

I can tell that even if I don't put it in my mouth, the smell alone makes it spicy.

Sylvia is holding her nose.

"I'll have it."

Eat Bryce noodles.

Ugh... hard as expected. But it's not like you can't eat it.

"Sorry......"

Riana, who said she wanted spicy food, gave up where she ate about half of it.

"Me too. Dear brother..."

Chris also retired.

Inevitableware that they were eating was brought to me.

Do I have to eat...

"Well, I'm sorry for both of you."

Meryl, by contrast, is the one who keeps eating with a cheerful face.

However, it seems that there is no problem with the spicy food, but I am starting to wonder if I can finish eating slowly because it was originally a snack.

"Oh, brother, you ate without leaving me"

"Naturally. I ordered it, so I'll make sure you eat it."

They practically fed me for two.

"" Sorry...... "

"Now think hard about whether you can eat it before ordering it"

"" Yes ""

I don't think I need anything spicy for a while.