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[30th] Cheerful Documentary

Morphling!

Don't you know?

Molang.

Molan Molan!

Molang ~

Master Molang and Chairman Molang Soft from the arms of the two beautiful women began to roar diligently.

I wanted to hear the rambling conversation, but I couldn't understand it because it was such a higher-order language.

So I decided to ask.

“Socia, can you understand me? ”

“No. Hey, husband? I'm not a slime. ”

“What did you do when you were a kid? ”

“I told you before. After graduating from the Institute of Computing at Molang Academy, the leading engineer of space excavation, I got a second degree in Creative Technologies on the planet El Molando. ”

“When did that happen? Hmm. I thought you said you were a child...”

“Wait! It's not fair to infer a lady's age! Just know that you have applied your skills when you go to study abroad into the 4th curriculum of the Fantasy System. ”

“Well, that's too bad. ”

“Yes, I am still a savage young man! ”

I don't know what teenagers are like for hundreds of thousands of years, but let's skip to the rainy season.

My wife is a young devil who's only graduated from college for thousands of years.

... as far as human standards are concerned, this is also a tricky figure.

“What about Master Molan? ”

“I thought I told you this before. ”

“I didn't mean it. ”

“Oh, yeah. Molan Academy dorm colleague gave it to me as a graduation present. Every Molang acts as a guardian amulet for the protection of the Molang Fleet. See? That idiot invited the warrior to stop the attack. ”

“Yes."

I still remember.

I almost died in the raid on my master, Moran, and I was able to survive with the majesty of my master.

“If you bully Molang, the fleet will move on. The Molandroid army your husband fought, destroying the planet, not just the leader. ”

“Whoa!”

Suddenly, it became creepy.

This is because Ranubel once harassed Master Molang.

At that time, if the merciful Master Molan hadn't endured it, my second round, the Moraleoyd forces would have toppled the Fantasy dimension.

Sosia continued:

“Still, there are many houses in El Molando that raise Molando. But I wasn't there because I was a country girl. Molasses are strictly forbidden, so they can only be sold as rations. But it was also forbidden to distribute...”

“So what's the verdict? ”

“Uh... I gave my dormitory friend Molang half as a gift, unharmed. It was a long time ago, so I'm telling you, it was clearly illegal. ”

At that time, there was Molandroid interfering with our conversation.

“That's not illegal. Lady Socia.”

“And you?"

“Brave Private Molang. Described in human culture, El Molando is the 57th most courageous direct descendant of Molando 314. ”

“Heh. You're a famous guy. ”

Socia accepted the conversation as if it were interesting.

Interestingly, so was I.

Brave Molasses.

He was the Molan Loid pilot who was messing with me.

“Where are you? ”

“The 173rd Infantry Battalion is piloting a squadron at the Forty-7th Rural Outpost on the Molang Ship. ”

“This is only the first squad...? ”

I'm not familiar with modern military terminology, but I also used to be the emperor of the Fantasy Empire.

I know how small the squad is.

“A generation. Many scoundrels have come to fight you. I can operate at the same time remotely with 100,000 limits. There aren't many Molandroids allowed for Private Soldiers...”

I couldn't tell if it was modest or deceptive because my tone was dry.

Not 100,000, but 10 centuries, and the planet would be extinct in an hour.

Anyway,

“Hey, Private. While you're in the middle of a conversation, translate what's going on over there. ”

“You wouldn't even know it. ”

“What? Why would you judge that? ”

“You, a vile village, will never understand the ecology and alignment of Molan. ”

“Do it anyway. ”

“... Good. The roots of all Molasses are largely divided. The Emperor and the Pope. You can think of it as science and magic. The Emperor, which accounts for about 90% of Molang, calls other races pets. The Pope, on the other hand, lives as a pet of another species. Instead, the Pope Molang, blessed by the Lord, has a very good overall ability. ”

Yeah, I don't understand half of it.

“And you?"

“I'm an emperor.”

“So you must have a pet, too? ”

“Of course.”

Moraleoyd, who answered like that, floats a hologram.

Pot!

“... this beauty's wife? ”

“Yes. His name is Kreshua Cerebris. It is the 65-year-old female erof this year. This is a female born to a predecessor's pet. It's cute what you do, even though you have a slightly awkward corner. ”

“I think so. ”

You'd look cute in the arms of a big-breasted fairy!

erof.

According to Sosia, they are a clan of elves living in Fantasy.

Instead of going below 1,000 years old, life expectancy is much shorter than information, she has a good overall physical ability and a good reproductive ability...

Elveheim, the fairy king, would welcome him if he knew.

“Then can I finish explaining why I paused? ”

“Yes."

“All Molasses are equal, but we pride ourselves on honoring our ancestors and seniors more than any other race. And in that formation, they divide up and down. ”

“Hmmm.”

What do you mean, we divide the sequence by age, not the individual's ability?

It's a surprisingly primitive idea based on science.

No matter what I think, the brave Molan in the pretty Aeroff's chest kept saying.

“I am Morang, 57th generation. including my great-grandfather, His Majesty the Imperial Highness, who is fifty-seven men before me. ”

“What about the chairman over there? ”

A monster with three providences.

“The most prestigious of all, Molansoft, chairman of the military supplies of the Molansoft Army, is a first-generation generation born to His Majesty, the Emperor of the First Generation. Considering that the Pope who is the right hand of the monk belongs to this first generation, it is the sky in heaven. ”

“It doesn't look like much. ”

“It's top secret, so I don't know the exact number, but it won't go beyond hundreds. ”

“...... ”

A monster like that lives hundreds more in this universe?

I lost my will.

“From the look on your face, I'm glad that you, as a hillbilly, understood a little of the greatness of Chairman Moransoft after hearing my explanation. ”

“What about Master Molan? ”

“Are you referring to the Molan your companion raised? I heard the conversation, and that's the third generation. For your information, the third generation of Morang Dynasty is the minimum. ”

“Whoa!”

“But that's not the Emperor, that's the Pope. In the Molanese community, Molanese is considered to be the equivalent of Molanese, Emperor of Generation 0 and Pope Molanese of Generation 1. In other words, that's the commander of the same generation as the Second Generation Emperor. ”

“Too bad.”

In the struggle of Molasses society, Master Molasses seems to be slightly pushed by Chairman Molasses.

I'm tasting it again.

“It's not over yet. Just as I am proud to be the descendant of the bravest Morang 314, treatment varies in the Molan community depending on who is the leader. ”

“Hoho?”

“Looks like Command just checked in. Holy shit! It looks like Pope Molang's third generation straightaway. ”

“The Pope's grandson? ”

“Well, yes. Immediate descendants of the Holy Father... Molan, raised by your wife, is a legendary descendant...”

“I see!”

Master Molang, of course.

I felt extraordinary from the moment I first touched her.

I don't know the details, but I think it's a very noble identity.

Brave Molang said.

“... we have a verdict from the fleet commander. Pharmael, principal of the Phantazia Education School, persecuted Molan for hundreds of years to separate him from his master, Sosia. This is an absolutely unacceptable behavior in Molang 'i society, thereby causing Parmael and his relatives to go to a Class 3 permanent prison and destroy the planet. ”

“Huh? Wait. ”

“Just hear me out. However, according to the stubbornness of the very holy Molang, all sins should be confined to Principal Parmael. As a result, Principal Parmael is serving a second-degree prison sentence. ”

“Are second and third graders different? ”

“Different. Tier 3 is the highest punishment for those who have tortured Molang for a long time, and Tier 2 is the punishment for murderers. ”

“I see.”

But Principal Palmael was swallowed up by Hipria and disappeared.

Maybe it's better for her than eternal suffering.

Is this the end of the puzzle?

“No. I was punished by Sosia, a master who neglected the care of a very sacred Molan. ”

“Me?! ”

The cowardly wife, who listened quietly and panted, was frightened.

This is the look on the face of the owner who ran away from his pet and was arrested by the police.

The brave Molang replied.

“That's right.”

“Tongue, what's the penalty? ”

The Socians of the Underworld are scared sometimes, aren't they?

“Visit El Molando regularly with a very sacred Molando and attend a private gathering. ”

“Huh?"

“A message from the one who gave you the very sacred Molang. ”

“I see... he...”

Sosia sighs, blushing her face.

Said she was moved by a goddess who was too naive

I empathize with some reception

An easygoing nature highly judges

Something...

The fierce struggle over the Fantasy's fortunes has been in vain in in negotiations.

*

I don't know!

I don't know!

Moransoft put himself back in disco's arms and left.

And a very sacred Molang, Master Molan, returns to the arms of his master, Sosia.

“Molang! Thank you! ”

Come on. Come on.

Socia hugs master Molang and rubs his cheeks.

Despite her frustration, Master Molang generously accepted her adolescence.

“... like a tidal wave.”

The crisis ended with the work of Master Molang.

To confirm the disappearance of the felon Parmael, Hipria, who had absorbed her, had a slight 'Soul Examination’, but passed through safely.

And a true peace...

“My friend.”

“Why?”

I looked back with affection and respect for Neubius in the form of a dragon.

The first sympathy of this fight was him, no matter what anyone said.

Brainvius said.

“I don't care if I was promised to save Erdanti, who was captured by the invited warrior, but if I had taken out that sleek slime in the first place and shown it to him, I wouldn't have had this fight in the first place, would I be wrong? ”

“... my friend! ”

“A promise is a promise. ”

“Of course.”

“I wanted to hear that. ”

“Will you not go and save your lover as promised? Now!”

“I'd be the one to welcome you, but you're in a hurry. ”

“Promise is precious. ”

I need a place to relieve this unparalleled stress.