Himajin, Maou no Sugata de Isekai e Tokidoki Cheat na burari Tabi

"Damn, I always said I shouldn't be here much -"

"I'm sorry, I asked you in. These children are not guilty, please don't scold them."

It was the woman who stared at me drinking alone who showed up through the door.

When I see that clearly again, I look at it all the time and it looks like I'm in my fifties, but I don't feel like it's too early to call me Grandma.

That was fifty there when my mother died, so I might unconsciously think so.

Hmmm...... seeing a woman of this age for that reason makes me feel unspeakable.

It's not Mazacon, it's just a mother's thought.

Oh, but did the Demons have a long life like elves? Unlike elves, although it seems to be quite a personal difference.

"... you guys, thank you for dinner. Hey, I need to talk to this brother, so I was wondering if you could make a pendant again."

"Yeah! Bye, Kaivon, Grandma, see you later!

The woman returns the child to gently teach, albeit with a look that makes her feel harsh somewhere.

The mixed way of being that harshness and kindness still seemed to hold on to calling me Grandma, as the kids would say.

Then he turned his slightly harsh gaze toward this way and opened his tightly tied mouth.

"Was it Master Caivon? I think we're shaders, you're just about to pop up on the surface."

"... well. But now again, I thought I was teaching my children handicrafts and contributing a lot to this flow."

"Well, that's just a treat. The neighbor who was so clumped up finally got up on his own foot, isn't it a human being to give him a farewell?

A woman who seems a little grumpy, but somewhere tells her backwards.

I don't know what's humiliating her.

But they've probably seen this city get distorted up close.

Therefore, I could only see what I was looking at, so maybe it is.

"Oh, is anyone still here? Yen, why don't you go inside?

"Louis, shut up! Well, if you still need something, come on in, Master Caivon."

A new voice was heard from inside the building, and a woman called Yen called my name as if she had made it contain somewhere, and invited me in such a way as reluctantly.

Gaze again at its appearance as you approach the building.

Old, wooden liquor stores are connected by boards everywhere, telling them that they have been repeatedly built and renovated.

The wooden fence is a reuse of chairs or some kind of foot. There are iron plates on the stairs where the plates have fallen out. And there's also a thin dirty sign overhead.

Until then, if I say it's miserable, but it makes me feel so warm, it makes me laugh naturally.

And be sure at the same time.

"Well, alas! I can't believe you have a superior demon tribe...... it's a dirty place, but please take your time?

"Louis, shut up and sit down! Well, don't even sit properly, Master Caivon."

What greeted me was a demonic woman with a slight hip bend.

My gray-haired grandmother grew a small bat feather over her head.

He greets the wrinkled carved face with joy in a crunchy and distorted manner, but once again, Yen makes him take his seat slightly grumpy.

Is it okay that this is being spoken of?

So, what can I do for you?

"I want you to ask me straight in. How many people in this city are trying to get their teeth to Arkham?

If you're going to be hostile to Arkham outside of Humans, what the hell kind of layer are you in?

For example, what happens when a person comes from outside the city?

Perhaps you will be suspicious and dissatisfied. But not many people will want to be hostile until we stay here.

Then it is inevitably narrowed down to non-human residents, who live in the city for a long time.

And that should probably be the good old days, people who still know Arkham before he abused humans so far and the distorted upward and downward relationships were stained.

That's why I'm here to see these people who have just appeared on the surface stage again.

"Disgruntled with the lord? What kind of idiot would say that when a lord sends him in?"

"You were still exploring this one, Lord Yen. I'm not one of those people who says no."

"What do you think? Anyone who sees you deserves a lord, you'd think it would change this flow. I'm just not fooled! You're not a demon!

"... what do you mean"

... come here and get poked through the gap in this demon king look.

Yes, I was totally alarmed because only Lue had ever seen me through.

This is clearly getting distrustful. But I had one trump card for this stubborn woman.

"You don't feel the magic fluctuations specific to the superior demon clan. I've been sensitive to that for a long time! If you want to be intimidated by appearance, you were sad, stop looking like that!

"Oh, my God, you're the second one I've been seen."

Unmask horns and feathers, demon eyes and masks while changing the tone.

"Oh? You were human. So, what's this guy like after all, Yen?"

"Hmm, I knew you were just a strong human being. It didn't look like the wind you were lying about and burning people in the sanctuary, but I'm not so fond of people I don't know how to trust. I need you to explain to me who you are and why you're doing this!

The explanation would also be good.

I just have a quicker way.

I've been observing what's going on inside ever since I walked into this building.

Old tree table and chair. A cabinet with a variety of preserved foods and liquor bottles in the counter seats jointed around.

There are a number of marks on the walls that have blocked the holes, and I know how dearly this place has been protected, as I take it.

And I found it on the wall.

"... the picture on that wall seems to remain in a pretty state for a long time"

"What, all of a sudden"

In that picture, which has been exposed over the years and is turning into a sepia color.

There is perhaps the youthful appearance of Mr. Yen and Mr. Louis, a demonic girl who seems to be concerned and some laid-back, eye-dripping demonic daughter.

There are other pairs of people who seem to be elf sisters, human children, and daughters pictured.

"Do you two have any favorite foods?

"What the hell was that from earlier? If you're gonna tease me, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave."

"I am... I've always had a favorite dish"

Behind the many children is a picture of one woman with a smile that is filled with charity and that gently envelops the beholder.

Yeah, I've noticed that since before I walked into this building.

Those who were connected and harder to see, but firmly still welcome that sign to come.

There's a slightly broken font, like a child wrote the letter 'Plumison'.

"Yes, yes, Ratatouille!

"Ratatouille"

I named the same dish so that I could put it on Mr. Louis' declaration.

Yes, the smiling behind the kids is unusual.

It wasn't a beautiful dress like the one we have now, it was Lace in some blurry sweater.

"Oh, you like Ratatouille, too? My mother used to make it for me, and I still love it."

"... what do you know?

To Mr. Louis, who was pleasantly surprised, and Yen, who increased his vigilance, he took out one dish that he had transferred from Lue's warehouse.

That's the dish that once served by a person who's been strangely missed here lately and eating at night.

"You got me out of nowhere."

"You're with your mother! Nice, I can't believe I see this strange magic again"

"Go ahead, try this"

Taste is formed in the child.

The commonly called 'flavor of mumps' is also the word that came into being because of its influence.

No matter how delicious you eat, no matter how familiar you were with dishes with the finest of luxury, only that flavour counts for a different.

Such a flavour that you can't add advantages and disadvantages, and even if it doesn't taste that good, you will find it special.

That's the flavor of fudge.

And even now, it's been proven.

"Ah... this"

"Huh!? Who the hell is this?

Take the spoon away, open your eyes, Mr. Louis, and Mr. Yen, who stares at this one so strongly that he is surprised by something.

After all, I guess you remember.

That's undisputed, made by Reyce. I secretly like Ratatouille, too.

"This was made by one woman who is now at Arkham's. I'm moving now to make her wish come true."

"No way... my mother? But why..."

"For a long time she lived frightened by the shadow of Arkham. I took her out to the outside world. Then you don't think it's natural to eliminate enemies to protect them?

Come on, tell me. Both of you.

How many people in this city are accumulating power now?

"... ok. You said that Mr. Caivon would lose Arkham because of your mother. Just..."

"We're really, we're powerless, we're just people who gave up. There are certainly people who are unhappy with the status quo. But, like us, I think we're deciding what's going on with this rapid change."

"That's the thing. But yeah, I think I can do as much as a facial connection. But Arkham is strong. Are you sure you can defeat Mr. Caivon, who is not a Demon?

"I can take him down. I'm giving Reyce absolute protection to go to Arkham now. But that blessing hasn't been broken yet, and Reis is safe. Doesn't that prove more than anything?

I can't quickly prove how powerful I am here right now.

Even if you put out your guild card, you won't be able to undo the power, the fear, of Arkham that you've actually felt in that body for a long time.

Fortunately, however, I recall that my card had other effects, and I offer it again.

I see, sometimes power has more power than overwhelming violence?

If the opponent wields that power and violence, I can prove that I can shoulder to shoulder, at least if it's just power.

"I have the same power as a lord on this continent. That's not as good as Arkham, who is also a member of Parliament in this country, but I am still the Grand Duke in Endoresia. I have the sword to take him down, both in power and position."

"If this is real... ok, let me show you. Louis, I left you alone."

"Okay. Please, Mr. Caivon, say hello to your mother."

Where the history of Lace, which I don't know, was engraved.

Perhaps they have protected this place for a long time.

I'd love to reunite them with Reis. It was with such strong determination that we followed this place.