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

Instead, this is where all the elves still lived in the same forest.

There were many families, many clans living in the woods.

But at one point, a big dragon caught my eye and started attacking everyone.

Human, I also helped the Demons, but still couldn't exorcise the dragons.

So everyone in the elves has long decided to get help from witches who visit the woods from time to time.

"Witch, I give you this girl's life, so please fight the dragon."

"Come on, I'll get rid of her in exchange for her life."

The witch was a very powerful elf who had lived for a long time in exchange for the lives of other elves.

And every time I was attacked, a witch chased away a dragon, and every time, a big festival was held.

'It's a treat, it's a treat. Let's all have a delicious treat'

Don't you have to feed the witch?

"Witches eat other lives, I'll give them to you"

Adults said they couldn't feed the witches.

But the girl who was offered life expectancy by the witch was' poor thing you fought for everyone '.

That's what I said, when everyone was asleep, I left my sneaky treat on my plate.

Then, on a night when no one was gone, a witch was revealed secretly.

"Oh, is there something so good"

The witch mocked the leftover treat.

Ever since, witches no longer suck the lives of other elves, and every festival they sneak around and everyone leaves a treat for witches.

Shit.

"I need to talk to you about that. It's a popular story in my region, but if you're in the kingdom, this is an out-of-the-box."

What Vio told us was an old story passed down to her area.

The content was very similar to the memorabilia that Leue had told and made heard earlier.

But don't let the legend of eating life twinkle your eyebrows a bit.

Daimyo, jealousy and awe of Rue, who lived far longer than any other elf without getting old, must have made such a story.

"Cinderella is more on the republican side than on the kingdom, so there's a lot of stories left about this kind of outrage."

"Hmm? Isn't the Sardis continent made up of a lone nation?

"No -? Most of them are under the umbrella of Sarsgard, but some countries are inhabited by species who originally lived on the continent, right?

... I just thought that everything on the continent was the enemy, so I was poured hot water instead of water into my bedear.

Oh, my God, I don't know... I just thought that if I crossed the continent already, I'd be in enemy territory all the time, so I was pretty cautious, inside.

But if you decide to...

"Well, all the ports that are the doorways of the continent belong to Sarsgard, so it's hard to be my city or my country."

"... Really?"

Stop raising and dropping it.

But this story is pretty valuable. Because it is a testament that there are still elves besides the family of Licht who think of Lue.

I don't know what's going on with Rue, the person of the day.

"Mi, they were watching me... they were watching me... I'm embarrassed, I can't believe I picked it... I'm embarrassed!

I was just shy, not impressed, happy, not crying.

No, no, I'd rather thank the elves who were cooking like that away from home.

... Oh shit, that's what I mean.

"... you're good at poking people's weekpoints, that pig"

Apparently, for once now, I have to go see Oink.

"I'm done eating for today. If you're going back to Oink, why don't you take me with you?"

Outside the training facility.

Somehow he speaks out as he returns his basket to Mr. Western Kuroko, who was hanging on a rope from a nearby tree.

Wait, that rope. Why is it on your neck? Is it such a harsh working environment?

"... stop killing yourself"

……

surreal laughter creeps up at him gesturing and making excuses like a stiff.

Is that, like, a rope-out exercise or something? Is this a covert troop position performing a special assignment? This guy.

"Whether it's training or not, stop wearing it around your neck."

……

He nodded and picked up the basket and started leading the way.

True, you're a freak. Either way, he followed Kuroko to the Alliance.

Thinking on the road is about the questions you will be waiting for.

... I can roughly understand what Oink wants to say and what he intends to say.

But it's still hard.

I don't know what to talk about, how to contain my emotions, what to do with the drop.

Unusual, really rare and gloomy to walk on.

There's still a part I don't want to show you.

There's a part of it that I don't want people to see.

Still, I don't want you two to see, I have a distorted part.

And... there's a part of me that needs to be overcome right now -

Blackie brought me here on the floor below one of the suites I'm staying in.

One door fitted with a 'PIG room' and a plate at the corner of a similar structure.

I'm not going to poke you in today, it's a rare, serious mode of blubbering.

Knock twice, speak up.

"Oink, it's me. We need to talk."

There are faint signs of people coming from indoors and footsteps approaching the door.

There was a rattling and unlocking noise, and her forgiveness.

"... come in"

Without a heart or a hard voice, this one feels tight.

Nothing, I'm not here to have a verbal fight, I'm fine.

Yes, I put my hand on the door knob as I told myself.

"What, you were using a room just like mine"

"I have it for when it's troublesome to go back to the mansion."

"You bourgeois. I knew you had your own mansion."

"Do you scorn capitalist pigs?

"You can't just not hold it in front of the building, can you? Daimyo, you're building the minimal mansion you need and planting trees in the garden."

"... no, are you a bumpy esper type?

Getting to the recommended seat and having a light jabbed chat, I go around thinking about how I cut it out.

... Oh, yeah.

"I'm leaving something behind, but get me a basket from Mr. Kuroko"

"Right. Excuse me, would you put it at the sink?

I turn my consciousness to the black boy who was standing by the entrance to the room, and then I get to the point.

"So, what did all those dishes want to tell me after all?

"... this is how you came here because you understood that, isn't it?

"Oink - I won't say it again"

The moment I asked, her eyes narrowed.

Even though it is likely to be barometric due to its quiet force, this one also seems to give a good stare back.

"... I don't want you to look like that."

"... that's cowardly, beautiful"

"You can't use a woman's weapon. It doesn't seem to work."

"It worked."

Are you used to the training ground, or make it easy to flush the sole.

And in the next moment I will have the original, somewhat belligerent, inclusive grin.

Yeah, I really shouldn't be having a hard time facing each other like this anymore, you pig.

"Are you going to go to Sardis?

"That's what you're trying to say, keep it down a little bit?

"Well, that's the place"

"... what if I told you that's a beauty of a human being who's never been hurt by something important?

"It's hard to live in a world full of beautiful things if you don't line up every beauty."

"It's just as dirty."

I know, to each other.

I know a hundred or two hundred that mutual claims are correct in a way and difficult to bend.

We know that best.

Perhaps if we had met in the real world, this other person would have been our best friend beyond gender.

Understand my distorted parts and stand up to say this on top of them.

"I'm not telling you to forgive everything. But I don't want you to be hostile to your allies."

"... as the beginning of that, you want me to reconcile you with that woman?

"... If you're a punk, you wouldn't be content to just eat delicious dishes, would you?

... really this guy just comes after my weak spot.

That's right, I can't give up just that one point.

Hate slaps, but there's a line you'll never cross, a belief you can't bend.

"I told you before, I eat handicrafts."

"... oh, there's no sin in food"

I remember saying that in the middle of Miscon, even though I didn't think it would actually happen to me.

That's not a joke, that's for real. That's what she poked at.

"You've already noticed, haven't you? Who was making that?"

"Next time, follow me. I'll tell you what I think."

Regrettably, it was delicious.

There was always a small concern.

For example, the vegetables were cut off water until critical, and the surface being pinched was painted with thin, minimal butter.

Don't let the bread or fry turn off the water so it doesn't look watery.

Since the second time, the sauce had been prepared for separate containers, and the variations had been enriched so as not to bore them.

I can't believe my mouth is stuck today, so you can prepare soup for me. He even made a crouton and bothered to put it in a different container.

Even the flavoring is right, it was changed after the first and second days.

After the training, it was made to taste just a little darker that they would be craving salt, and there was plenty in the big basket that they would need a portion of Lue and Reis that would be with them.

It's obvious how much I thought of them and made them.

Even this used to eat on this road, I guess it's up to me to figure it out...

"You're going to slap haters anyway, aren't you? You're not being honest."

"... the good ones are good, and more importantly, Rhue cried and rejoiced. I don't want to get used to it, but thank you... I'll tell you."

"... yes, I am"

Oink then spoke, most of all, across the room to the kitchen.

... Seriously, was I making it here?

But what appeared against my expectations was a black western black boy with a full body.

"... can I take it off?

"You were listening to me now, weren't you?

"… with deliveries of its own"

Oh, is that what happened?

Did you make it yourself and deliver it every day yourself?

Why go so far? Because Oink asked you to?

Or... did I ask you something?

It wouldn't be a coincidence that I served those fries and patties.

At least I can't explain it if I don't know that that's a special menu for Lue.

I turn my gaze to Oink again, as I ask for that explanation.

"... now look at her. You'll tell me everything."

"Right."

Black boy removing the black hood and the mask he was wearing downstairs, Tortoise Leila.

But I noticed I was looking at her.

... and seeing that change reminds me of what's happened so far, and I'm shocked as if I've been hit in the head intensely.

I even remember nausea...... with self-loathing.

"... Master Oink told me. You were the one who drew Semi-Ale's blood."

……

Oink probably gave the lie information because honestly telling everything would be a problem.

Even though it is a lie, it is not far from it, and in this case it can be said that it is the best decision.

But in my head, I couldn't even think about that anymore.

"... Surprised? I felt from the bottom of my heart for the strength of that one… how I have been protected from my surroundings and I have lived all falsely"

Her hair, taken off her hood, was no longer golden as before.

Even lighter colors of pigment than platinum blonde.

Light-colored hair so pale that you can tell it's blonde for the first time, compared to real white like Lue's hair.

"My words must have been heard from another direction..."

My heart aches at the way I mock myself.

"... the arrogance of those who possess it, the imposition of it on those who do not possess it, the bullshit of a blessed man, that's what it sounded like..."

It wasn't a sense of justice, a sense of purpose, or just a simple desire to be friends that Leila was holding on to Lue and me for refusing to come close to her hard work.

That's a slightly backward reason. It was a means stretched out to mourn your plight and seek salvation.

"... I'm just envious. I just admired him so much."

I didn't shake it off because I was faking the color of my hair or because I was confused by the way it looked.

I did that to her just because I hated her.

The blood flowing on her would certainly belong to Bright's clan.

Still, did that hair color make her feel hard again?

I'm not going to give you back your palm.

"Enemy enemies,"

"Um, what's that..."

"We're talking over here. I'll tell you what, I'll never apologize."

I'm not going to give you back your palm or apologize.

Even though it wasn't calm, that moment was because I decided that it was the right one.

Even for her, when chasing her under that circumstance is going to upset the other person's emotions, she should have been able to predict it by looking at her attitude.

But with me, she wasn't calm again.

Whiter hair than myself, such a human being gets a footlight and becomes a flower for dinner parties.

I can't help but want to get close to Rue and listen to her.

And knowing that there is someone who is an obstacle to it, he is impotent in trying to get over it at all costs.

We're not calm with each other, trying to talk to each other like that didn't bring us together well.

... I won't deny that I was less calm.

"... but I don't apologize"

But unfortunately or with regret?

I already didn't think of Leila as an enemy in me.

While I'm at it. I just had a little rice cooked and they showed me a little bit of a similar part of me and this is it.

Still mean. So I don't apologize.

But my hand stretched towards her naturally.

"... are there any traces left?

"Huh... Yes"

Do it yourself, I worry.

What DV guy, you suck.

"Next time, teach me how to make that bread set."

"Yes... definitely"

This is my compromise.

That's what I hoped for as I rubbed her neck.