Genocide Reality

"But I'm really glad you're here. I had a lot to talk to you about."

"Right."

It's not the snuggly favor of Usher or Kumiko, purely a friend who would love to reunite is a good thing.

Setsuki even turns a innocent smile on a shady person like me, as if the puppy had found his owner.

"Actually, I started cooking recently."

"Eh."

What a lovely hobby.

"That's just great, Makoto-kun. With that face, I wonder if you might have noticed the effects of your cooking skills"

"What... oh, culinary skills? That way."

It's obvious.

Seki was Seki, desperate and weak to figure out how to fight for themselves. No way, I was playing with the girls in the city in a cooking class.

"Yeah, I've always been agility (agility) potion or something, like Mayuki taught me, and I'm doing it with no pull to increase my various basic abilities. Apparently, even cooked food improves your talent."

"Does that mean maybe it's separate from the potion"

There is also a limit to the ability to increase potions.

Apart from that, if cooked food increases your talent, it means you can push your limits.

"Makoto-kun eats things that aren't usually cooked."

I don't have time to cook in the dungeon.

At best, they often roast raw fish as much as they sometimes roast meat.

Inside the rucksack, which goes into infinity, it's different spaces, maybe because the meat can be kept fresh, but eating meat from monsters caught in wonders and dungeons raw never got attacked by food poisoning, parasites, etc.

I had a detoxification potion just in case, but I never used it.

As if I wouldn't allow such a way to die, what I could eat in Genoria on the game didn't have to worry about eating and breaking my belly.

Same as when you hit walls and doors that can only be destroyed in a regular way.

When eating raw meat, I feel that this dungeon is an artificial environment made of magic. Because he said it was a mad god who created Genoria, or perhaps it should be called theocracy.

"Yes, why don't you try this"

"Maybe this cake was made by Seki"

Setsuki removed a lovely tart of fruit cake from the container.

Was the iron portable container also made by Setsuki, who was clever at his fingertips? Though it covers the surface with a hard-burned tart, it has often been carried without collapsing.

"Yeah, but you don't like sweet stuff?

"No, I like it"

Setsuki cuts me out of my hand and puts me on a plate.

He even accompanied me to a cute fork, but I eat stuff like this with my bare hands.

"Well, I hope it fits your mouth"

"Thank you!

It was funny why the salutation and Seki were confused. Because I was somewhat grateful.

Yeah, delicious this.

"At first I got tired of eating out, and I tried it with the desire to eat something as good as possible in the dungeon if it's a portable meal. Then if you eat it, now you'll see if your talent has gone up."

"Okay, I'll try...... ha!

I put up an isolated blade and shake it off as hard as I can. Flash of white blade (thumb ray blast).

A sword-style sword wrapped around the wild sword, and the buwa shook 'The Magician's Coat (Diminish Cloak)'.

"Ca!"

Not even with Kamaitachi, but the whirlwind rolled and the skirts of the girls nearby rolled.

Still worse wearing school uniform skirts or something.

"I guess it wasn't on purpose..."

Kumiko told me to hate you like that, but you're not an elementary school student, and you're not going to do skirt rolls now.

Exactly. I couldn't even see the back of a rolled skirt with just the magical light source.

I feel lucky when I see him because I'm a man, too.

I don't like being treated like a moron, so I'll shut up.

"That's right, Makoto-kun is amazing..."

"Sorry Setsuki. I told you to do your best, so you surprised me a little bit."

Kumiko is behind me and says, "I only apologize to Seki..." or something.

I can hear you whispering.

"I'm fine, though. What about the difference in power?

"Hmm, I don't feel like I've risen that far physically..."

I gave it back honestly because it's not even a joke. I just ranked up as a swordsman, so it's hard to tell what it feels like to be on the rise.

If cooking has the effect of boosting your talent, I'm going to verify it.

"Well, we're weak, so it's easy to see an upside. Does Wataru-kun make the rise value relatively small? Cooking seems to be a pretty special category of skill, so surprisingly, women don't have professional kids who are good at it, either. I must be training from scratch, and I can't see skill proficiency."

Setsuki thinks with his index finger on his cheek.

Why is it that the behavior of a man is so adorable to small animals, or would he be angry if he got stuck?

"You're a cook..."

"Occupation: I wonder if cooks exist. Although it's not strange to have a cook than to have cooking skills. I asked someone I knew around, but he wasn't there, was he? Do you know Makoto-kun?

Of course, I know the cook.

Seven Seas childhood training, dragon gall Japanese leaves (Rin or not), is an expert (authoritative) in that useless skill.

I was just about to go see her, so the boat over there?

No, you're not.

Special potency of cooking skills that are not in my gaming knowledge.

It's like being walked on a pre-drawn rail by someone is unpleasant.

I seem to be freely pursuing the offense, disgusted that I may be being put on someone's intentions.

The old me would have rebelled and escaped.

Ever since I came to Genocide Reality, I thought that was still good, but what about me now......

"Well, I have to get on it, you know?"

"What do you mean?

"The cook has an idea. I'll check it out myself."

"I'd love to. 'Cause right now, I just need some strength to fight."

Though I am also concerned about the thoughts of the game master who created Genoria.

Before that, I couldn't refuse Seki's favor.

After I delivered the Segis, I moved (Louanne) to the 'Garden', the hidden room behind the pit on the fourth basement floor.

"It's been a long time since we've been here..."

The beautiful sights to look around are a little forest green, the only healing area in the dungeon, and the blue of a clean lake.

A natural soothing sight nowhere else, but something is uncomfortable.

Surprised.

There are more log houses in two.

"Who built the log house?"

If you look closely, the design is a bit different from the pre-prepared log house.

Compared to a perfectly finished log house, the log house built on the shore of the lake is carefully built, but probably didn't get the same size of a round (log).

It's not even painted on the roof.

I wouldn't even call it a small size and a digging cabin, but it's handmade or wildly built.

But after impressing that it was well done, I realized that it was not a good time to look at it.

Who built this log house?

There's no way that weak Japanese leaves can be built.

Does that mean someone else is here? Or did it fall into the hands of the enemy? Then the Japanese leaves are no longer......

No, not if you're thinking about that now.

Reality comes first. I approached the new person's log house softly.

Slowly put your hands on the knob on the wooden door and push Gabba open at once.

Take a peek, it was a fine cypress bath there.

That way, in that hot tub.

"What... Makoto-kun?

If you recognized that I was here, for some reason, Waba would rise up with something that you should soak up in the hot tub.

I was in the bath, so there's nothing to shake off.

"You should... lose weight."

Big time! Big time, this guy.

I don't know what it is, but it's big. When I was in class, I didn't realize I was so big. Hidden boobs.

Oh, I said boobs.

Anyway, I stare breathlessly, keeping it solidified for a few seconds in that way. It's like time has stopped.

If you let me make an excuse, it would be murky to realize that the other side of the door is the bathroom.

It was also an act of anticipation that there were enemies across the door, so I looked calmly at the situation in front of me.

Enter battle mode, ahead of my sight, which is bloody eyed.

From the tip of his chest, which bounced on the Japanese leaves' soaking yunnaise, to the point where Shizuku (Shizuku), which conveyed good water-blown skin, fell into the hot tub with a pot, seemed clear.

Still, big guy!

Well, my thoughts are looping.

"Uh, I'm sorry"

I finally shut the doors of a crude tree with a butter.

Waiting for a response as it was, I finally heard a scream ripping silk.

I mean, he's lying around, this guy's really dull.

Let's just say I'm glad it didn't have to expand like a weird love comeback, like being able to sprinkle hot water or throw a bucket at me.

Speaking of which, even the wooden barrel I keep, it was a newly built one.

Quite fine art. If you see here where Japanese-leaf is taking a relaxing bath, do you mean that Japanese-leaf created all the log house baths?

"I'm sorry, Makoto-kun"

"No, that's right. I'm the one who apologizes."

"Well, um, I'm sorry to use it, but it's dried outside. It won't take a bath towel."

"Ah, this one"

There was a bath towel dried on the drying rod outside.

If I wanted to make a good bathroom, I would have made a stripper, but I handed him a pink bath towel through the door.

"I'm in the log house over there. Come back when you're comfortable."

"Yes!"

I have trouble bowling with Japanese leaves wrapped in a bath towel.

I decide to give you time to get dressed slowly.

Oh man, I was going to say even one of my complaints about the letter to the Seven Seas, but this is hard to say.

If you think about it so much and show me the bathing scene, I can say that Waba is quite a connoisseur...

"No, that was just a bad time."

Sometimes people like that.

I get rid of something called the time of year to do anything.

I can't get the timing right with people, it's missing somewhere.

I'm a person on that side too, so you wouldn't have the right to scold me there.

"Sorry to keep you waiting!

Japanese-leaf dressed.

He looks the same in uniform, but weaves feathers like a white gown from above. You even made your own clothes?

"First of all, it's the dragon's balls that made that log house."

"I think it's because the food here is good, I'm feeling kind of better. I made a lot of things because I was free. This place is amazing. Even if you cut a big tree, it's gonna grow in three days!

You're feeling better and you're not on the level. This.

How much I may have trained here, but it is still that the originally weak Japanese leaves are powerful enough to hold a round too in a short time.

"Cooking skills can be determined that you can cook dishes that have an upper-limit effect."

"Sounds like it. Maybe the fish here is delicious and good."

I don't know if the taste has anything to do with it.

I mean, I don't even know if the laid-back Wagya understands what I'm saying, so I'll check.

"I mean dragon balls, your exceptional cooking skills can be a useful tool enough"

"That's right, my cooking also helps Mayuki. Good!"

"Speaking of good, good, though. Ha..."

"You have a face that doesn't float. I'm glad I haven't seen people in a long time... ahhh it doesn't mean I'm lonely, it's just Mayuki!

Strange high tension. I don't know what you're talking about.

Well, you know, it's been a long time since I've seen people invert and sometimes they do.

"This one's been tough. Because of the letter you wrote to the Seven Seas, you killed them."

"Eh, shh! Why did that happen..."

When I explained the situation, Waba cried out.

Uh, here's what normal girls were like. I forgot because I was dealing with all the fierce guys like Kumiko and Usher.

I got into trouble.

I should have guessed that.

"Enough, it's not your fault"

"Oben......"

"Look, nostrils"

"Ugh, thanks. You brought me tissues and household goods. Makoto-kun thinks so much about me, but I..."

Well, I'm bringing the essentials.

That's because I feel bad about dying. Well, if that's what you're saying.

"Ha... I also have trouble getting depressed that way. If you think it's bad, I need your help."

"What, I'll do anything!

I'll do anything again.

So I'm telling you not to inadvertently say that.

"Well, dragon gall. Talk to Seven Seas and make up."

"That's... hey"

Look, it's nothing!

Even if I think of it as a woman's repetition, I come irritated. Well, calm down, rejection is in the math. It's a bit of a hassle, but you decided to deal with it in negotiations.

My brain library also has knowledge of the art of debating to win negotiations.

Calm down, pick a word.

"It may not have looked that way to you, but for Shuichi Nanakai, only one childhood tame you was the backing of my heart. So we're all in trouble if you promise to make it up to us again and we don't give you a word of encouragement to do your best."

"Because I've decided not to see Nanakai-kun again!

Clear rejection.

Japanese-leaf nodded his face and, no, he shook his long, wet hair to the left and right.

Did Seven Seas do what they hated so far to the childhood tame they took care of?

I don't know, but, no, Japanese-leaf said a mess about why.

Can an oversized being like the Seven Seas also be a burden to humans nearby?

Think carefully. My aim is not to reconcile Shuichi Nanakai with Kazuya Ryugi.

I'm not going to stick my head in a love comedy fight between childhood tamers, or be a love cupid or anything.

On the surface, we just have to fix it.

All you have to do is motivate the Seven Seas and motivate them.

On second thought, I know what it's like to say that I don't like dragon guts and Japanese leaves.

I didn't even think about doing it for everyone, and I said terrible things, too.

Even though it was Japanese-leaf who had escaped so far after being abused by all of them.

I can't tell you what side to turn down and help me out for everyone. Though it would be too cruel.

Shit, my idiot.

I'm not calling it floating beauty!

I picked up the "crystal of far-sightedness" placed in the log house.

"Dragon gall, if you don't want to, you don't have to meet with the Seven Seas. Look, this crystal acts like a TV phone. Now all you have to do is communicate, show your cheerful face and give him a shout. If you don't, that's all I'm asking because I can't help suspecting Dragonfly is incarcerated."

At least that's all I have.

Because me and the Seven Seas are able to control a lot of the city, but if the promise to the Seven Seas is broken here, the situation in the city will be troublesome again.

"If it's okay to act... You can do it if it's for Makoto-kun, not everyone."

"Well, that helps!

"But there are conditions"

"It would be good. Say it."

"When you talk to Nanakai-kun in that" crystal of far-sightedness, "Mayuki will stay with me."

"Why such a troublesome imitation..."

It will be a hassle to give it to Shuichi Nanakai and then come back again.

If where I'm with you looks like the Seven Seas, it might give you a sense of alienation. There's a fear of feeling bad, and there's not a single good thing about imitating that.

"Otherwise, I won't talk."

"Okay, let's do something about it"

"And Masaki-kun owes me a debt. I want you to know that I do it all for Masaki-kun."

"I know that."

I usually had to snort deeply when I was told with a breathtaking, serious face by a loose Japanese leaf.

This guy is desperately alive to be this guy.

Mm-hmm. But I'm moving to avoid extra trouble.

Is it my fault that I kind of feel like I'm rolling in more and more troublesome directions?