Elf no Kuni no Kyuutei Madoushi ni Naretanode, Toriaezu Himesama ni Seitekina Itazura wo Shitemimashita

He was king in the ruins of the ancient castle.

Whatever intrudes, strays, and visits were relentlessly killed, devoured, and sinned.

The bones of the creatures he had killed, so much so that a pile of bones could be formed in one of the castle ruins.

Of course the human species, elves and dwarves have killed anything that comes, even goblins, oaks and trolls.

As if that were its own survival significance, it has lived to the fullest extent of its brutality and abuse.

Everyone who lived in the neighbourhood was afraid, and away from one and two and their place, even the birds and the beasts stopped leaning there.

Eventually in the ruins of the castle, where even the crusaders stopped coming, the monster of its bull-headed person was still hungry today and waiting for his prey.

There was nothing to eat because no one had come to visit, and he had been dormant all these days.

So for a long time, when I woke up to the smell of prey, that guy - Minotaur - raised a roar of joy.

Prey. Food. No, that's not all. This smell is toy. Minotaur adds joy to the matter.

I've eaten and killed all sorts of creatures before, but goblins and oaks suck. I can only do enough to taste bad and satisfy my hunger.

The best is the elves, followed by the human species. Especially the woman was the best.

It is a supreme pleasure to commit and kill a woman who gasps in pain while screwing her penis into the hole, which is also as good as the arm of an adult man.

The smell of such a woman came to pass. Above all, the smell of a favorite tickled Minotaur's nose.

Can I not be pleased with this? The ugly monster rushed forward as he overflowed with both feelings, wanting to eat to offend.

Every time I went one step further, the stone on the floor cracked, but I didn't mind anything like that. I just hurried to those with prey. And I found it.

It's a female, as I thought. And he's still young. Girls that age are the best. Because the meat is soft, and the holes are cramped.

Minotaur, furious with his hunger, sprinkled his covetousness, barking and shouting and rushed towards the brunette girl.

And then I got stuck.

I didn't understand what happened for a moment at all. I never felt it in my stomach. When I felt the shock and thought it had fallen off my back, I couldn't stand.

A massive mixture of blood in the stomach juice comes from the mouth of a cow Biziaaaaaaa!! and erupted.

Minotaur, who was hot, had a stomachache, and had never had a deep hand, didn't realize it was a ruptured pain in his gut.

When I send my gaze to my belly to be sure, there is a girl there who at some point thought she was a prey, and the girl's right fist penetrates deeply into the pigeon-tailed part of her person.

What is this? What kind of joke? What kind of nightmare? I'm supposed to be stronger than anyone else, I'm supposed to be the king of this castle ruin, with this little punch of bait...

I tried to raise my ambition that was impossible, but my throat, clogged with a chunk of blood, was making it impossible to even gasp as soon as possible, and I just had to break my knee and kneel to the ground.

The girl, who was away from the belly of Minotaur, said that the face of the disfigured creature came about the same position as her face.

"Yeah, you're in the right place."

Saying that and swinging his right fist again, he shot and unleashed it at the cowhead.

It was a thoughtful telephonic punch, but no organism exists in this world that can avoid it.

With the impact of the right punch we visited at the speed of sound, Minotaur flew beautifully from his maxilla to the top part and besha on the back wall! and made a noise and crumbled.

Later there was only a corpse of a monster that blew blood out like a view fountain to match the beating of a heart still moving from the part where there was a head that had disappeared a thousand cuts and eventually stopped everything completely and collapsed on the spot.

There is no remorse or penance for all creatures, but the king of the ruins died before the overwhelming violence.

The girl overlooking such a body,

"... Ah, there's blood on my clothes... it sucks already Bye!

When he shouted so in his young voice, he leaned back on the body of Minotaur and stuck his thin, luxurious arm around his sleeve into the belly of the body as he said bumps.

Guru! I scratched my belly with a smile on my face at the sound and feel of saying,

"Do you have one?... This is the fifth one... I hope so... oh? Ooh!"

The face overflowed with joy. Pulling his arm out of his belly, there was a stone gripped there that emitted a foul odor.

"All right! Don't get a cow yellow!

Cow yellow with a face that seemed happy as if it were going to ring in the fanfare - that is, the girl with the minotaur gallstones with scaly arms began to wash it beautifully with spring water that was nearby.

A girl dressed in an oriental dress with horns on her head and tails on her ass. The most powerful creature, the Dragon Girl, is the Night Girl.

Even if Minotaur was a horrible monster and ruler of this castle site, he had a different character as an organism before a dragon at the apex of every organism.

At night, when he finished washing the cow yellow, he drained the water with the cloth he had brought, wrapped it in a different cloth and placed it in his sleeve, spreading his wings and trying to leave the castle ruins.

"... how about, I forgot"

But as I recall, when I return to the side of the body of Minotaur, the body is extinguished with magic flame.

"If you don't clean up properly, Kaka will be mad at you."

He said something like a kid cleaning up a toy, making sure the body burned out properly, and then he flew away into the sky at night.

When I asked why Nightingale was doing this, it started with Gallo, a samurai.

From the story that Gallo's husband said he was feeling tired recently, it was Minotaur's cow and yellow that came from it that went on to talk about good herbal medicine.

Although cow yellow is a gallstone that can be used by normal cows, Minotaur's says it is particularly valuable and highly effective.

Its potency varies, ranging from cold, dizziness, intestinal rectification to increased metabolic function to recovery of fatigue, but the most nourishing and energizing of all.

The night I heard it, I thought if I took it to Keith, I'd be more of a pain in the ass... instead of going into battle.

Even though it's a losing battle, they think you're crazy about sending salt to them.

"Well... if you don't drink Non's blood, he won't lose every time... Shh, even if he has a handful..."

I fantasized about Keith being a ginger all night and blaming me all the time for the nighttime, and the little dragon princess couldn't help but feel eclectic.

When I thought of it, my head was already filled with Keith, and the night I really missed him, I went out to find the cow and yellow first.

There are roughly 20 minotaurs that are known to be located, but not all of them have cow yellow. There's a chance it's not all there. It's a bet there.

The night I spread my wings and ran east and defeated the fifth one and finally got it, I was in a hokey mood and headed for Seimrad.

Would Keith be happy if I gave him this? No, I'm sure you'll be happy. You have to be happy.

"Wow, did you go out of your way for me? Thanks - Night!!

"Hmm! Don't think it's for Keith! I just happened to get it, so I brought it."

"Still happy - Yikes!! Nightshade, it's daisy -!!

Its ears caught the sound as it flew through the moonlit night sky nibbling at childish delusions.

React with Pickle and narrow your eyes towards the bottom of your eyes. Then I saw a slight red light in the woods. Nightshade turns toward you with a clear face and descends.

It was a small village there. It is a past form because it does not function as a village already.

All the little houses are burned down, a few on the road but the bodies are rolling. When you look at it, you see most of the knife wounds and arrow wounds.

At night when he approached the corpse of his thoughtless face, he gently stroked his face and meditated his eyes. The body was an elf man. And I kept walking in the direction of the sound.

And when he saw the scene, Nightingale squeezed his fangs out and clenched his fist.

There, as far as humiliation was concerned, was exhausted. A woman or a girl who hasn't even become a woman yet, plus even a boy, is offended, and the men show it off.

It was all elves being done, and it was all men of the human species doing it. No matter how you look at it, the human trafficking organization that collapsed at night - in brief, the people who grabbed it.

Elves are expensive on dark human trafficking routes for both men and women. However, these days, the elves have also created a decent country and conducted autonomy, so they cannot grasp it that way.

So the usurpers target small settlements that have not yet belonged to the country. This time it was this village that was targeted.

I guess the grabbers taste it before they sell it, and they seem to enjoy offending the sobbing elves.

Anger overflowed in the midst of the night. Anger was converted into magic and scattered in sparks beside the bees and small bodies.

"I don't know what to do, you rotten outdoors!!!!

The gaze of everyone who was on the spot turned to the night when he raised his torso voice.

The people who look at the anger at night, they're kids? and he looked surprised, but soon realized that it was the girl of the subdragon breed for a moment.

But I wondered if I had spoken of something in my companion, and I put the elves on the spot and approached the night. The face has a lowly grin.

"This is a young lady of the subdragon species. What are you doing at this hour?

A man of leadership comes closer with a thin laugh. Night cuckoo stared at the grin that seemed to make me throw up.

"I didn't know what to take? The conversation over here is that this shit... can't be worse... you know what's going to happen?

Men don't flinch at low anger either. Maybe he's taking some kind of medicine and gaining an exhilaration. Otherwise, there can be no such reaction in front of the subdragon species.

Behind the man who would not stop sneaking, a few of his companions were choking around, but he let it go at night knowing.

As he was just concerned with his body so that he could fight at any time, he raised his voice as if the leader man had made a fool of himself.

"Well, what happens...... your daughter. Come on!!

Several men lifted something up at the same time as I said it. It was like a tablet, inscribed with letters, and directed it toward the night.

Demonic props. When I guess so, the body of the nightcap has a strong magic seal, making it impossible to use any magic magic.

The men's whispers wooded. It was the voice the beast would give you when you won.

"Did I tell you? Say it's a dragon species. This is what it is!

"Seriously, you're choking! Now you can get a higher price than all the elves in here!! You're making money, aren't you?

Several men approached me even closer with laughter. A leader explains to a man at night who is certain that his magic cannot be used.

"You can't use magic, can you? I found this in an ancient ruin. He said he would seal any powerful magic. I mean, fuck you, kid. - But it is!!

Haha stared at the man who laughed at him at night with a face that seemed like he was going to throw up.

Apparently, the grabbers used this magic prop to capture the elves. Otherwise the elves who specialize in spiritual magic can't be caught so easily.

When Nightingale is convinced of the demonic props and the men who carry them and activate them,

"A busy face. We'll see how long that face lasts."

One big man approached when the leader said so.

"Hey, let me do the part."

He remembered a man with a humble grin at night. This is the man who was committing the young elf girl when I came to this place earlier.

I hear "boulder kid hobby", "sucks" and "dude" from within my buddies. The leader smiled bitterly,

"Like it. But if you hurt yourself, I'll smash you to death. It's worth more than a hundred million of your life, that kid."

The man approached as he nodded. The niggling grin that floated all over his face makes the nightcap look faceless.

"Hehe, this is the first time I've ever been a kid of the subdragon species... it doesn't hurt because it's an order. Ashinshi..."

That being said, when a man's hand tries to touch a nightingale, the man's body is bignant!! And trembled heavily.

"What? - Are you done yet?

Everyone laughed at the voice I heard from my buddies, but the laughter stopped immediately. Because a man who tried to touch the nightcap could play from the inside in an instant.

"Habzi!!" What a weird voice and a piece of flesh of the man that exploded showered all over the leader man's body. Everyone who sees it peels off his eyes and opens his mouth.

"Nah... so, what... eh?

Nightshade approaches and explains across a corpse that could be played by a leader who makes a terribly dumb voice.

"The vibrations made by tensioning the muscles throughout the body are flushed into the ulna and radius of the right arm and resonantly amplified between them. If you release an amplified vibration like a fork, it will be a shock wave, causing the target to explode resonantly from the inside... so to speak."

To a pale explanation, the leader snapped his teeth and then retreated. Even though drugs are working, fear strikes my whole body and I can't stop.

"Did you think you were the only ones thinking about sealing magic? I already did that 700 years ago. Then I have about that countermeasure available... name it [Shattered Dragon] This is not just physical surgery, magic has nothing to do with it. I don't know how to use it very much... well, you scumbags deserve it."

Where magic is sealed, not even the magic that circulates through your body disappears.

In other words, the tough flesh of the subdragon species remains intact, so the potential to use this cod trick remains intact.

"If you want to do something about Nong, it would have been more effective if you'd still bathed him in booze... and died regrettably... you scumbags"

A scream leaked out of the mouths of the grabbers. It was a scream like a child who even saw a ghost.

Escape. That was the only option I had. So the men flee in unison. But I get caught: broken neck, broken bones, severed a thousand arms, split upper and lower body, hurt, wanted to cry, couldn't cry, because he was dead.

Before the corpse lay in front of the grabbed corpse, Nightingale approached the victims, the elves, when she arrived for a breath.

Their gaze at night was filled with more fear than their gaze at manipulation. The Night Buddha, who is accustomed to such gaze,

"These guys are going to take the prize anyway, so I'll give it to you tomorrow. Rebuild the village with that money... well, for the moment..."

Nightingale took the cow yellow out of her sleeve with her mouth as a letter to, and offered it with one of the ornaments on her dress there.

"You're still selling this to add to it. Then Noon will go. Forget about tonight and live well."

The night the wings were spread, the last time the corpse had the demon prop was turned into a piece of wood dust before flying off the scene.

This is the truth about "Dragons and Thirty Bandits" hundreds of years later, portrayed in the comic elf old story.

§§§

There was a clatter and a noise and Keith lifted his eyes from the book he was reading. Is that a window? I thought I approached him and opened him, and there was a nightingale standing outside.

"Is that a nightcap? What's the matter, sir?

When I spoke and then held him up and put him in through the window, his whole body was terribly bloody for some reason.

Keith looked sorry at night and groaned.

"Oh, you know... to Keith... I brought you a souvenir..."

"A souvenir? Is it?

Keith held me in his arms. The night mole was as a mound,

"Minotaur's... it was a cow yellow... oh, I could have dropped it..."

The moment he said that, Keith rushed to confirm the body of the nightingale.

"Hey! Hey!! Minotaur!! He said it was bloody reasonable!! Don't you have any scratches? Are you hurt??

night to be checked and tickled all over the body. The

"Heh, I'm fine. More souvenir than that......"

"I can't believe it's souvenirs! It's just enough for me to come at night...... so what if I get hurt!? Totally......"

Keith says as he strokes his hair as he cuddles his nightcap.

"Please don't do anything dangerous anymore. I know it's tough at night... but don't forget that even pretty girls are"

Just the gaze of awe. That's all they were pointing at me from outside my family. For the first time at night, I almost cried at Keith, who made me just a girl. My tail shakes patterned with joy.

In a parent-like position that held the child up to it from the side, the two exchanged hot embraces.

"... ok. I'm done. Relief."

"Good. That's a bath, then. Because the smell of blood is terrible."

"Whoa. I'll allow Keith to wash it."

"I know it's delightful... Minotaur, by the way..."

Thirty men and five minotaurs of blood. A strong night Xu became a girl vulnerable to mellow in front of one of her favorite men and was washed off of that blood as she waved her tail.