Golden Experience

"I come here every day, don't I? Every day, or a few times a day."

"Right."

"Is there anything else I can do? Well, I wish I could spend my time."

"That's right. Is one better than that?"

"What is it?

Sally never said anything to Vinea.

"I should have told you that I was only there when you had business, but why are you here all the time?"

"Isn't it because Your Majesty has always been busy on business? Nothing's wrong."

I know that. I know, but I just couldn't help but say it.

Sally sighed.

"... well, okay already.

Training to deal with bow system attacks is obvious, and it doesn't mean I actually have to stick around and do something to you. Later, if you don't even get in my way. "

Then go back to work.

This is a mass-production job for the angels under my command.

Due to the need for blood in the material and MP to start up, Sally will always be depleted if this work continues.

The newborn angels are not strong, nor are the Rock Golems so strong to protect them from the gardens of the sky.

If you are also depleted, it will be difficult to stop the enemy from entering if they really attack.

In that sense, it would be appreciated if Vinea, who is just like Sally, would protect her instead.

If you are strong enough to give you a problem, you don't know if Rae, the Lord of Demons, knows about it.

I asked Remy, Sally's lord, several times, but she seemed busy and didn't get along properly.

Sally has exchanged friends cards with Rare, but unless there is an emergency, it is mannered that she will not contact Her Majesty the Demon King from here, except for her immediate family members.

Because of this situation, Sally didn't know what instructions she was receiving and what purpose she was acting on.

"─ ─ By the way, may I ask you something?

"Um, didn't you hear me?

"I'm not interrupting. It's a little chat."

"... hah. So what is it?"

"Um, right. Uh, what can I say? Um."

"... I'm sorry, can I ask you to be brief?

As usual, there will be plenty of room outside for a while. Still, this aerial garden is being attacked by the enemy.

There will be no problem with chatting, but there is not unlimited time.

"... woo, hah. I see. I'll say it."

"Good morning."

"Um, Mr. Sally is right. When and when did you call Senpai Remy" Mother "?

And when you first called, did Remy say anything? How did it feel?

I suddenly heard something strange.

This is that. This is what it looks like.

"─ ─ Do you want to call me? Your Majesty and Mother."

"No, that's not it! However, as one possibility, if there was such a chance, what should I do then? That's all!

I'm talking about an opportunity or something.

"Nothing in particular. I just kind of called, and they didn't say anything, so I just kept calling."

"... is that so? Somehow... Well, suppose so. Suppose I, uh..."

It is a more troublesome project than I thought.

I started to regret getting chatted casually.

"What would your Majesty think if I called you Mother?

"No, that's disrespectful! I haven't thought about it, but, well, what if it's a hypothetical story?"

It's not going to boil out.

If it weren't for Sally with the angel's broad heart, she might be shouting a little frustrated.

It's really troublesome, but I can't help listening to you.

I think of Rae.

It seemed like I was burning my hands with Vinair, but I didn't feel like I was neglecting her deeply.

I don't think Vinea can really be blamed for what she did.

That would be the same way to call it.

"Surprisingly normal, isn't it? Why, you might even say that now.

At the very least, I don't think it's going to make you angry or hated. "

"No, you don't understand! Even though it looks the same, perhaps in my heart ─ ─"

"─ ─ Aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Get out of here! You're still here today!

The aerial garden Auracelsas boasts the protection of the iron walls.

On this day, the players were unable to break through their defenses and disappeared into the light of the falling darkness.

Here, the city of Erntar is peaceful.

In the city, junior vampires live their normal lives in almost the same way as they did before.

However, if not, the merchants do not do business and the housewives do not cook.

It is only natural that merchants do not do business. Because I don't have a partner.

This does not mean that there are no visitors to this city. It means that there is no rational visitor to this city.

Everyone who comes to this city, without exception, takes their swords and releases their magic.

It is naturally impossible to enter into a contract of sale with such an opponent.

There is also a reason why housewives do not cook. Because junior vampires cannot nourish themselves by eating cooked food.

Entry into the mouth is natural and raw, but it doesn't mean anything is okay if it is raw. Because what junior vampires need is not food itself, but the body fluids of living beings.

For these reasons, junior vampires eat raw, fresh, and hydrated food.

Currently, the majority of such ingredients relied on imports from the friendly kingdom of Oral.

Burgundy was biting the peace with a nap, and the noisy people came this day.

This is how they attack Erntar every day. It seems that no matter how many kills he kills, he usually sees a certain face.

No matter what their purpose is, no matter how many times they get killed, they come here many times.

The frequency has been particularly high in the last few days.

I used to do it about once a day, but lately it comes many times a day.

Bran, the Lord of Burgundy, has been out for a long time, and troublesome people are coming, and nothing is good at all.

"Stop! If you go any further, you'll be in trouble!

"Oops, you've come this far already. You're shrinking a lot, aren't you? Events, huh?"

They're familiar.

I have seen each other's names several times. If you care about that, you may remember the name.

But it is troublesome and meaningless, so I will not do such a thing.

Besides, Burgundy doesn't have a brain to remember.

Burgundy doesn't believe Burgundy, although his husband has proven that there is no connection between thinking and memory and the brain.

"Burgundy" is the whole point of the matter. Crimson, Scarlet and Vermillion are the same perceptions.

It's never a hassle to think.

"... you drank the Continuous Healing Potion? Don't let 'Heal Magic' go off. All right, let's go."

There is no sexual punishment, and stupid people storm in.

When this party first came here, it was definitely dead near the entrance to that hall. Because he was damaged by Burgundy's 'Aroma of Death'.

The next time I came, I went a little further. Even at this time, the horror of "Aroma of Death" still didn't seem to pin. So it turned out similar.

The next time I arrived, I kept getting closer to recovering my missing LP. This was not a bad hand, but it lacked persistence. After all, I ran out of energy before I went into battle.

And perhaps the next step is now.

They are taking Continuous Heal Potions and are likely to get a Heal Over Time effect to counteract the effects of this skill.

The amount of recovery itself does not seem to have the effect of neutralizing the Aroma of Death, but the missing amount is compensated for by the Magic of Recovery. The potion slows down the LP drop and seems to be a magical maneuver as its lifespan increases.

Actually, this is great.

As long as the goal is just to get closer.

The tail of Burgundy's bones ripped them off.

I don't mean it and I don't use my skills.

As a result, they didn't die in a single blow, but their LP won't recover from it.

Because the party's ability to recover antagonizes the damage of the Aroma of Death. This skill changes the damage ratio depending on the distance from the source, Burgundy. If Burgundy's tail is within reach, an angel would be enough to die in seconds.

As long as they are in this square, their LPs will remain as is or will be lost.

"─ ─ Gh...... This... Heal, heal..."

"... I can't... I've been using it for a while... I can't catch up...."

Burgundy restarted his nap as he watched one of the fools disappear into the light.

Some players approach this distance by themselves.

Compared to that player, these visitors are only as disturbing as napping.

"─ Now our country is the only nation on this continent."

Zeziglia ended her friendship chat with Lyla and squealed.

According to it, now the kingdom of Pairé has perished.

There is nothing particularly emotional about this fact.

A little while ago, my husband, Lyla, said something like, "Let's refresh the country that exists on the continent a little before the new service starts."

If refreshing meant reducing the number of heads, then this is a natural result.

I also heard stories of war for that reason.

And we knew from the stories of the subordinates who were dispatching them in the guise of traveling everywhere that the plan was going well.

Only the Oral Kingdom and its neighbor, the Hills Kingdom, remained as quiet as a tree, but the territory of other countries seemed to have been difficult.

As a princess, Zezilia has also met with the upper echelons of various countries at restaurants and so on.

Recently, there have been quite a few important events that deserve to be called turmoil, especially since the reign of the queen, and there have been no such peaceful events, but I have not forgotten their faces.

When they close their eyes, they come back to the back of their eyelids in the day.

Those who are aware of their royal responsibilities and, although they harshly stifle the princes, have become arrogant in their recoil.

He who miswears the fact that he stands above men, and thinks of the people only as nourishment.

Those who did not take other countries as their counterparts and did not participate in meals in the first place.

A man who threw a hot gaze at Zezilia, who was still young.

Speaking of which country it was, some princes felt drawn to the outstanding family and worried about their position. That feeling was something Zezilia could empathize with, so I remember it with a blur. Will he be well? No, if you're saying anything but Oral is doomed, you're probably not alive anymore.

At that time, Zezilia was certainly depressed compared to her brother's princes' excellence.

But when I met Lyla, I realized that there was no point in having such a problem.

In the sight of the truly terrible, there is nothing but a slight difference in abilities among the hundreds.

If there is time to worry about birth defects, it would be more constructive to devote that time to training.

The main Lyla said. Heaven helps those who help themselves.

I didn't know what heaven meant, but I understood what I wanted to say.

Everyone in this world has no time to worry about. Even if it is a cow's walk, only those who advance little by little can grasp the future.

No, if you are chosen like a royal aristocrat, you should leave the training time to others. And he that standeth upon a man shall focus on that which he can do only.

So Zezilia had merchants under her command look for movements throughout the continent, the Knights practiced without rest, the ministers were in charge, and so she drank tea.

No one but Zezilia can drink tea made for the Queen by a maid.

The air is clear on a sunny day, either because of the altitude.

It may be a wonderful and pleasant environment for some people, but it is never welcome for vampires or zombies.

Therefore, these sunny days are "bad weather days" for them.

Conversely, cloudy days and so on become "good weather days". Rain is just better if the sun doesn't pour, but I want to avoid it if I can because when it gets wet it smells like a zombie.

"─ ─ I see. Blanc at last. It's faster than I thought, but I knew this would happen anyway."

"I thought you were right. I'm sure you've benefited from your luck and friends, but it's also the result of Blanc's untiring efforts."

I am somewhat proud of Weiss for reporting that he is not in a direct subordination relationship.

It's not impossible.

This man was originally created for Bran. Even without a formal connection, there must be something special about Blanc. Some edges are spun by name.

"Is he not coming to say hello to me? Last time, I thought he was coming even in the middle of something..."

The castle also awaits Squire Zombie, a family member of Blanc.

If that's the case, there should be little trouble moving.

"... I wonder if it's difficult to face each other. The current Blanc is, unfortunately, better than the Count. Your friend has advised you of this fact and you have already noticed it. The Countess valued these power relationships during Rare's previous visit, so it was not difficult to stretch his legs....."

"Fuhaha! I see. I think so. Then the next time he comes here, I'll break his knees and greet him with the most salute."

A friend of the Count and Blanc.

Even if Bran had been on top, I would have done so using respectful words lightly. If it's Bran's character, he'll even hate it and tell me to go back to the tone. In that case, respect is only for a short time.

Except if you're worried sick enough to face each other.

I dare to treat Bran with the most courtesy, and I'm happy to make fun of him. This is not the case with the opportunity to make fun of the existence of a superior character.

And by doing so, Bran should also become aware of the importance of his existence and be more conscious of his actions.

"No, how about that...."

I pretended I didn't hear Weiss twinkle.

"─ ─ But if Bran's scheme continues unharmed, the day will not be too far off on earth ─ ─"