"Let it go, no fright, do it?
(Here, here we go)
Eric, a teacher working for the Royal Gran Feria School, gave the children a creak and a grin.
How many reminders have you had since you were to have your first class of elementary this spring? The more ridiculous it gets to count, the more 'frightened' Eric thinks back over the past six months.
A knight without a neck, or Evil Worm. Shadow Ghost or Purple Smoke Witch. We talked about chaotic dragons living in the mountains of demons, and let them hear the anecdotes of evil gods in a horrible tone.
His drawers never ran out, even if the children were "more, more" specializing only in serial demonology. Instead, I was totally curious to ride, and my playful voice started to come out naturally with my mouth shut.
"Because you can learn about demons while having fun" was an excuse for who the hell. Knowing the pleasure of coming into contact with children, which could not be tasted at the High Department, Eric packed it on holiday return to the library and theater.
For what? To learn from excellent stories and storytelling and use them to 'frighten children'. Originally cohesive, Eric was growing as a storyteller, like a sponge for sucking water.
"Well, let's talk about an unnamed demon today."
Give me one real cough. Between unfamiliar language and exquisite, children's curiosity is driven. The men, who could not bear it for a little while, grabbed Eric's clothes hem and sleeves and raised their voices in wonder.
"Huh? Huh? What's that?"
"A yawn? A yawn, a rotten one?
"Shh! Slightly! Slightly!
With the attention of the women of the Firm, the channeling boys slightly drop the tone of their voices. Still, Eric smiles and looks over at the classroom, as if it were a lot.
Increasing audience expectations through this' wait 'is one of the techniques gained from the lecturer. Into a scorching silence, in a deliberately noisy classroom, gradually, gradually, quietly.
Thirty children, staring at Eric standing on the stage. An assortment of boys and girls who want to play are sitting still in their seats and listening ears without even raising their voices.
It's a good time. Having so decided, Eric began "Frightened Haunted," which concerns an unnamed demon.
He was hungry.
Cucumbers, hungry to tighten his stomach unceasingly, always held his face up. If I can, I want to eat a full tummy of rice. I want to fill my teat belly.
I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat. He lived with that in mind.
No, a little different, to be exact. He didn't have the wisdom to think about it yet. However, appetite is an instinct. Even if you don't think about it, if you're hungry, you eat food. It's the same for any creature.
So he ate it. He was really hungry. From "The Guy Who's Gonna Be Eaten," in turn, I burst, munched, round from my head. And the little dark space where he was trapped, just for eating someone, got a little, much wider.
Then again, a little while later, he was hungry again. You deserve this. We humans, too, eat three meals a day, something to eat. In a once a day meal, not enough at all. Of course, he ate "The Guy Who's Gonna Eat".
I was hungry. It was a great treat for him, whatever he could eat. Even if that's the same race you are - something you were hungry for. I couldn't help but eat, and that was delicious.
Besides, he noticed. The more you eat, the bigger and stronger you are. To be able to brag and even think about it. The smarter head brought a lot of discovery to him.
There were many other, similar beings. The devils with their clever eyes were in the darkness. He looked at them and he thought, I laughed and thought:
"Oh, they look delicious"
That.
I guess the demons that surrounded him thought the same thing. From there, it was just like a hell of a painting.
The devils devour each other's flesh and turn it into their own strength. One, one disappears again, and for that matter, a mighty demon is born. They say there's something called 'forced poisoning' in Eastern spells, but that's exactly what this weak feast is about. In a closed space, the demons ate, were eaten, and became one.
So, the last thing left was him. No, maybe it's another demon who ate him. But only his face, he did look just like him. Just the face, yeah. The other parts were crooked into distortion, making it look as if they had mixed worms and snakes in a witch's cauldron.
You guys might be too scared to move when you see it. So much so that it had become a horrible 'something'. That's enough to destroy the cage that's locking you up, to be strong, horrible, mighty 'something'.
When we get here, there's no stopping him anymore. Someone in the same place, they all ate it. And because the food is gone, he naturally wants to go outside.
"Aarouru"
He has a surprisingly cute voice. You sound like a baby in a good mood, by the way. But it looks like the devil itself. This is one of those things that scares him.
"Ahem, ahem"
He'll try to use the power he's saved to get outside. Yes, breaking the shell of a dark egg and trying to be born into the world we live in. If you see the sight, I suggest you get out of here immediately.
For some reason, he's very strong and...
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!
I even have [instant death attack].
"Ah, unnamed demon! No, no! Back off, demon!
"Amma!?
The unnamed demon, who broke the seal himself, fell to hell after a blow by the peachy Sister.
[Immediate Death Attack] Long claws wrapped around the temper, and he must have definitely slit this woman's shoulder. An unnamed demon instinctively understood that if he were a man of the line, he would die just because of it.
but melissa is super healthy. What a blow to the devil's body could not cause a scratch on the girl's soft skin.
"An attack by the devil doesn't work for the Virgin!
Fusu, and Melissa, who has a rough nose and is royal and lets you decide on the V-sign.
In diminishing consciousness, the unnamed demon saw the appearance and thought, "Oh, is this the cheat?"
"Whoa, what's up!? There were some strange signs..."
When even the smoke of the magic vegetables left by the unnamed demon cleared, noble daughters jumped into the room where Melissa was. That's what happened to scouts, or the appearance of demons, and they rushed to perceive them as soon as possible.
"Yeah, it's nothing. Hey, there was a bug."
But acknowledging the slightly laughing appearance of Melissa, Nobita pulls out her shoulder strength.
"What, a bug? It was a demonic sign, so I thought something was up. My sensing skills are too sensitive to beads."
"Haha, because Takahiro is exaggerating even his skills"
Relaxed and exhaled Nobuo and blatantly laughing Melissa. He was caught and your grandfather laughed, and the room filled with a flamboyant atmosphere.
Thus, "The Second Cleaning of Mrs. Harold's Father's Separate Home" ended with no connection.
I was a little wary because Avis Ant appeared before, but it wasn't there. At your dinner table when you came home, did you say that to your cohabitants with a laugh?
"In this way, a pot sealed by an unnamed demon, planted like a time bomb, can't predict where it is. If you grow up and buy out an old western hall... maybe the pot of demons left behind by your ancestors lurks inside a hidden door"
"... Huh!
"Or maybe it's hidden in the basement of this school too...!
"Gikku!?
"Oh, the first school director. Hello."
In addition to his vast knowledge of demonology, Eric is acquiring both talk and humor these days. I'm still immature where a little too much has been done as a result of being too elaborate, but I can expect a lot from his growth.
That was Eric's current assessment.