Goddess, Help Me!

In a tense atmosphere, I gently tried to put my face out from behind Medismult. There is a wind hole in a place where there was a large double-open door, worthy of a majestic large hall. They broke the thick door with force moves.

The man who is the current perpetrator of the damage is watching this one with an invincible grin on his face.

The first thing that caught my eye was the weapon in my hand.

What the hell is that? Big sword, no. I guess I should call it a giant sword.

The patterned part is that of the sword, but the blade part is thick. The width seems like a slab. Maybe it's more of a "slap crack" use than a "slap crack." I wonder if the length of the sword and the pattern is the same as my height.

It seems pretty powerful because it lightly bears a huge fortune on its shoulders.

Its owner, the man, is of a stature commensurate with the Great Sword and wears windy protective gear that he has used in various parts of his large body. Tall and thick. The expression that the face on the thick neck is full of wild flavors fits perfectly.

Something like a translucent string floating in the universe is creeping around the base of my leg, but I wonder if that's something magical. Oh - fantasy.

I had eyes and they laughed at me niggling.

A chill runs on my spine.

It wasn't if you were taking it easy to observe!

Carnivorous. Definitely, a beast. It's a beast. If you get caught off guard, you'll get stuck in the head. be swallowed whole. Ya, you look human, but that's the atmosphere.

I quickly guessed how I was doing. Medismult blocked the two of us from looking off.

"... the brave man of the Dragon Knife."

"Oh! Discover. I've become a celebrity, too."

The brave man deepens his grin by half-rotating the giant sword raised from his shoulder in space and sticking it to the floor with momentum.

"I missed you, horny demon king. I need a favor from you. I want you to make me a demon."

"Brave Dragon Knife".

It seems only recently that its existence began to become a threat to the Demons.

The man entered the demonic realm with the impetus of a dashed bamboo, as soon as he was spared or defeated the demonic tribe that was invading the world.

There is no doubt that Medismult was just looking at his hands.

Similar to the phrase "gathering information is basic," which I told the "serious brave man," I began a man's background check shortly after I grabbed the first report.

The information obtained...

that there is a child taming in the village where they were born and raised who pledged their future to each other.

Wanting the village chief to acknowledge her marriage, she went outside the village and tried her best against the legendary sword "Kaliyu", which stabs the earth.

Because the treasure sword responded to the passion of the young man and was brilliantly pulled from the earth, the man stood as a brave man, regarded as a legend, and left his home village.

I set up my men in the beginning, but they all lost nothing.

I snuck into the dreams of a brave man to tailor his childhood training and the way another man encouraged him, hoping that even the second fry against "Serious Brave Man" would work. But the prospect of fuelling anxiety is off, and the reaction is one now.

Then it was information manipulation, "I miss you, I want to meet you, once I go back to my hometown and show you my face," and so on, fabricated a letter and delivered it to the brave man. Then, on the contrary, the rate of invasion of the brave increased.

- Looks like time will connect with last night around here.

Medismult, who refrained by the bed, whispers the circumstance while alerting the brave man, who dodgedly lowered his back next to the giant sword that protruded on the floor. Apparently, the conversation between the two of them has been meticulously worked out so as not to reach the brave.

Then the main door broken by the brave man is also given first aid by the hand of Medismult. Even so, I just strained something like a membrane. They say the big hall needs to be kept in a confined space. Looks like the Demons have a lot going on.

"... in such an impending situation... not if you're pressing me."

"I don't even have a face. In awe...... I couldn't resist the charm of the goddess. I'm sorry I'm such a servant."

... You don't deny that you ran to dictation...

Although I didn't intend to hit Medismult, which distracted me, I got a big sigh of relief.

"Lend me your wisdom," he said, and the brave measures fell out of his head. Are you sure it's okay to leave this to such a dumb demon king, the security of the demon world?

"So, how come 'Make Me a Demon Tribe' is a stream?"

"Human thought suffers from understanding."

"... let's hear it on a straight ball"

"Whatever you want. - Please wait."

They stopped me from opening my mouth with the intention of asking normally. I want to respect my will to the fullest, but Medismult peels my eyes that there is no such thing as a direct exchange of words between a god I worship and a hostile brave man. I gave way to the seeping temper and gave way to the adult.

In rephrasing my words into a magnificent tone, the Succubus Demon King called upon the brave.

"Answer me honestly. Brave man, I want to be a demon because of you."

"Did you get the story together? Oh come on, it looks like you already know about this one... what's the name of that tiny, cute cannojo over there? Are you a succubus, too? What's the king's favorite?

"When did I give you permission to slap me in the mouth for nothing? You just have to wave your tail like an animal and answer this question obediently."

"I'm asking her. Hey, is that Terentelen's clothing a hobby of a horny demon king? I'd rather have a guy with a short hem and an open chest."

Is it empty ears that I heard a vivid blue muscle standing from the temples of the Medismult?

"Shut up! The human spirit is clever. He's so tall!

"I don't like it. It's not funny at all when a man makes a camp sound. Even the lady would think so."

"You... do you really want to be chopped up"

I don't feel like talking...

"Mae, you know"

"... Ha"

Medismult held up his anger instantly. They drew my thoughts with just one small whisper.

One breath down and the Succubus Demon King repeatedly asks the brave man.

The brave man glanced up at the two, clapping his shoulders.

"Well, I didn't expect you to be a demon without explaining why."

It may be a little longer, but the man started talking about himself in front of him.

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The man's name is Ozroth. They say he's from a small village on the border.

Ozros had a childhood tame daughter.

The village where I was born and raised was a small settlement.

It is very normal for villagers to have a belt between themselves, and it is not uncommon for those who end their lives in the village without stretching their legs far away.

It was recognized that it was natural for Ozros to marry his daughter, and his daughter also took that for granted. So he was... in a hurry. I was in a hurry as much as I wanted.

"Well, I don't feel bad about my face and body... I have a bit of a problem with my personality..."

At the annual joint festival with neighboring villages, I spoke to my daughter of my age because of her rarity and interest in heterosexuality - that's all I cried all night and was stuffed.

Essentially, the wind is quite strong for female opponents who are nice to their mother and sister but close to Ozros. Even my cousins have no mercy. "Baked and Grilled in Loneliness" was not that easy, although the surrounding area was praised.

The bondage grows stronger and stronger with each passing year.

I couldn't breathe. I can't spend the rest of my life just looking at her. My chest blocks just thinking about it.

I have a chance. Even the powers of birth, the privileged body, the appearance are there. There was also an interest in the outside. I wanted to test my powers in many ways. Yet she cries out. As if Ozroth would lose his life as soon as he got out of the village.

So I went outside the village. I wanted to escape her restraint. It was from the bottom of my heart.

A giant sword standing on the earth. I hear there are things called legendary swords all over the country, but this is another wave.

Rather than a sword, Ozroth pulled it out with all his strength, like he wanted to describe it as a "patterned board". Take it back and head to the village chief's house and state your determination to raise your name as a brave man.

'Don't go,' she cried to her daughter, 'come back stronger. So I can protect you. So wait for me,' I put it down. Take great care not to be enlightened by the words only on the upper side.

I didn't get my hands on it until the end. Because once we slept together, I felt like I couldn't take it back anymore.

"... the treasure sword responds to a young man's passion, what?

"Sorry"

"Mae, you manipulated the information in the same way as a serious brave man, didn't you?

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"That's what this brave man is up against... wasn't it as counterproductive as I thought?

"... without excuse"

Without wishing to go through the two hissohisso speakers, the brave man continues his story with a half laugh.

"That's where it started, my hot season. No, I guess it had qualities. I'm hot in the city and in the capital. Because every time you defeat the Demon Clan, the number of women who come to me swells up... you've already erased your feelings about going back to the village. I was wondering if I could get the right results, get the money, and then marry even a pretty woman of my choice, and live away from the village. For a time."

My face is laughing but the tone of my voice drops a little. Eventually he wiped away to his expression and Ozros dropped his gaze on the floor.

"Just before entering Wang Du? I got a letter from the village's childhood friend. As soon as I opened the seal, I developed chills. The content was, well, it was a sticky romance... and that's where the anomaly happened to my body."

Finally, we are approaching the core.

The attitude leans forward unconsciously.

The brave man sighed as he looked at the floor, dampening his lips and finally opening his mouth.