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

"Sorry, the commander-in-chief is currently meeting with the customer and would like to take a moment..."

"Was I? Don't worry, it's not a very important requirement"

"I'm afraid."

I came to invite Mr. Oink to dinner, but he stopped me in the secretary's office, and I wonder what's wrong.

After all, it may be rude to be busy and wish to see you for this purpose, and what should we do?

I usually feel paralyzed because I'm with Kai, but she's not the person I'm supposed to be able to meet and exchange words with.

Exactly the man on the cloud. But still, I think we should share the delicious and the precious.

Heh heh, I guess this is for sex in a way. It brings back memories of how often I used to eat things with everyone in the neighborhood and split them with all the kids.

Really, a lot of things happened... after moving to Winglest, we picked up the young ladies and renovated the hall for everyone...

On the festival, we suspended ourselves from business and went out with our daughters to the occasional luxury and next port town... well, the first time I thought I saw that big fish was in that port town too.

Hehe, I mean, is that fish, the taste of memories to me,?

"Excuse me, can I wait here until after the interview?

"Yes, of course."

Foreword withdrawn. Again, this is an important case.

We must eat together.

I feel like I've always treated her with a step back.

I can understand now that it must have been my ugly heart, my jealousy, my inferiority, and my sense of defeat that made it so.

But I don't feel that way anymore.

A trivial, really small trigger. Because that encounter allowed me to swallow my strays and my heart's obsession.

That's why we want to surround the table together, and talk to each other.

Hehe, I have to thank that kid.

The little girl I met that day. A child who calls herself a long-lived, slightly resembling Mr. Kai.

It was when I was remembering her like that, when I heard it.

"Why, Master Oink! I'm not moving here until you fulfill this request!

'It's hard, Alba. This is a decision, and your opponent is her, the Miss Semifinal of the Year.'

"I want to fight that man! Minutes of inappropriate power, gained and grown, that fool!

The secretary's office and the general's office. Another door.

Pulled up from the sea of thought by the rage that echoes from beyond, I explore the meaning of the word.

MISSED SEMIFINAL... about LUE, right?

What the hell is an opponent... Speaking of which, he said there was a meeting for an Exhibition Match appearance, but no way that opponent is over there now?

I'm beyond the door of that swordswallowing look, Mr. Oink gets worried and heads to the door.

The secretary shakes it off more trying to stop it and knocks on the door.

"Mr. Oink, are you there? It's me, it's Reis. I'm here to pick you up."

Makes a false call to complacency.

Then you guessed what this one was after, and she rode my lies, too.

'Alba, as I just heard, I have plans after this. If you want to disturb me any more, I have to punish you. "

'Damn... ok, then I'll move at my discretion!

In those rough footsteps, I rush away from the door.

At the next moment, the door, opened with fierce momentum, clashed against the wall, and from within emerged a man known as Aruba, the Lord of the Voice.

To the characteristic redhead, I recall.

As soon as he came to the city, he picked up Mr. Oink, and during the street contest, the person who came to pick up Mr. Kai.

... I see it was Kai he wanted to fight.

Perhaps you are jealous of him for how close he is to Mr. Oink.

This smells dangerous inside... because emotional outbursts with mixed relationships between men and women can sometimes create an outrageous tragedy...

... I have the verse that comes to mind, too, you know.

"That was helpful, Reis. Being here means... what can I do for you?

"Yeah. I wanted to invite you to dinner, but what are your plans for this evening?

She walks away angry on her shoulders, dropping him off, turning to us like she's slightly tired.

I tell her what to do so that she can work so hard.

"An invitation to a meal, is it?

"Yes, it's Kai's cooking, not eating out"

"I see. Are you going to make something interesting again?"

"Hehe, I'm keeping a message from Kai."

I have a phrase for Kai to tell him if he wants to invite Oink.

I don't know what that means, but I say the word somewhat sloppily.

"Tuna. Stay tuned!

"... buh"

... How did you erupt?

"I see, is that a special training in dark attributes"

"Yeah. I'm not very good at witchcraft, but apparently the way I imagined it was bad"

"Hehe, you'll see. I don't like magic either."

On the road, talking to Mr. Oink about what happened today, unexpectedly, she also says she doesn't like magic.

Sometimes the same bowman feels strangely sympathetic.

"Then why don't you teach Kai or Lue next time? Maybe we can overcome it."

"Heh heh, I've already given up, so it's good. There are bills to replace it."

"Well, that's just what they call the Virgin of the Redemption,"

"Don't make fun of me... I just moved for my purpose, not the Virgin"

"hehe, sorry"

How many years have you had a same-sex friend who can talk like this casually?

Lue is a no-count, she's not a friend...... sister? So.

Mr. Oink looks here with a calm look on his face somewhere.

Maybe I look similar.

Back in the room, Kai was just arranging dishes on the table.

Rhue seems to be dining with me, and I'll head over to that help in advance.

"Welcome back, Reis. And you really fucked up, you lowlife pig."

"Not terrible!? Heh, I've been hoping for tuna. It's a souvenir, here you go."

Same sense of distance.

I can watch the two of them calmly.

I still had room for growth, too, didn't I?

Well, I finish arranging dishes for four where the pig came from, and I start serving the dishes.

For a moment, are you resistant to raw fish? I also thought that you had carpaccio and decided it was no problem, and I prepared sashimi, which is the royal road.

And my God, our pig took out two helicopters as souvenirs.

No, you know, that's just great, let me turn the shipment around for you at the end.

Platter on a larger plate, serving each area.

Put it at the center of the table and peek into the reaction of the three of us.

The table with white tablecloths is a mismatch, but is it okay?

Various cultures have intersected, and this great city, chaotic yet growing, will deserve it.

"This is... nice, you must have gotten rid of what was left of your skin, right?

"Oh? You know perfectly well it's not a falling out, don't you?

"Hehe, the fat ride is different."

"I hate you, Burjuis."

"Oh, no."

You're just eating good food, what a favorite of mine in one shot, and you mentioned the eyeball area of the tuna sashimi platter you'd love to have eaten.

Regrettably, there are tensions at the same time.

Kukukuku... Now let's enjoy the soothing dish made with this skin, and the skewering of the skin...

Before that, I'll take a sip too... uh, melt, it's delicious enough to have a vocabulary deficiency.

"Oh, you know, I've come commercially that, luxury oriented, but that... you save as much as you can, not bourgeois"

"I love you so much, don't be such a jerk."

"Ahhh..."

And our sister, who worked as a former luxury club owner who reacted to that word.

Its natural plenty has turned around and become interesting.

"Mmm, so how about me? Do you love it?"

"Yes, yes, I like it, I like it"

"hehe, that's good"

"Then get on with the flow... what about me"

"You like it rich in vitamin B, low price, no complaints"

"...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Well, then, let's have the rest of the dishes before they get cold and fresh, shall we?

"Heh, so Aruba was gonnabe wanting to fight me"

"Yeah. Maybe you'll sign up for a duel at the training center, but don't take it."

"That's when I said, 'If you want to fight me, you're going to beat Lue in Exhibition.'"

"Mm-hmm? Don't let me pick you up, you'll be harassed until I do."

"... I'm kind of starting to feel sorry for that one more step"

When everyone is tipping the cup and reporting on each other's recent situation, they are informed that there was such an act earlier.

Did it work to faint him the other day? Ha, when I come back, shall I pack it in beef, not pork this time?

"So, how's the training going for the bum? If it seems difficult, you can keep your duel with Riccial private and create a situation where you can be fully ravaged..."

"Is that what you're saying? I'm already working on tactical training for Richard."

"Okay, so we're really gonna make it a spectacle as an exhibition, right? Honestly, it's gonna be a lot busier than the duel between Aruba and Rhue, right?

"I'd love to fight in cheer, too."

"... it's a virtue to be honest, but don't decide for such childish reasons..."

No.

I'm a boy, too.

Wouldn't you like to have a duel or something like that on a stage like the uplifting of the story?

Plus, I'm starting to feel fulfilled in this situation.

As that aggregate, it's not a bad idea to challenge the most powerful warriors on this continent. No, it's not bad. It's the best situation.

In a way, darkness magic, which can be described as a crystal of effort created by myself in this world, rather than a game age move, and a method of warfare using it.

There's no way I don't care how far my own moves can actually approach moves that have been forged and polished in this world.

"Well then...... as for the dates, make sure to hold an Exhibition Match between the two of you during the four-day interval leading up to the end of the qualifying tournament and the start of this match"

"So... about a month away"

"I'm going to qualify too, so you're twenty days away. By then, it's time to do some bow training, and we'll have to reach the final rank of that training section."

The final rank of that compartment would add even more hands-on training without worrying someone would see it without a limit on the number of times.

I'm currently clearing C, with only two B and A's left, and Leis and Lue with three left.

So with three days left, the Ni can reach their final rank.

"Did all three of you use that compartment? What do you think? It's pretty good."

"Ah! Yes, that's what I'm talking about. How did that compartment work? Who devised the procedure?

The moment Oink mentions that compartment, Rhue rises up and hits Oink in doubt with the momentum that still seems to clog him.

Sure, a compartment that transfers to that different space to a surgical ceremony that even she couldn't think of.

It won't be impossible to wonder who was involved in the production.

But Oink, who was asked about it...

"That was developed jointly by me and Cromwell, and a research institute called the Alchemy Guild -"

"Heh, you have such a guild! I'd love to go on a tour next time."

"I don't mind that. But... the person who invented it doesn't exist there."

That's what she said with such an indescribable look, as if she wasn't convinced of what she said herself.

"That was originally made based on Mr. Cromwell's application of the technique of disassembling items to the extreme once as magic, plus preserving them in pre-rebuild condition. But no one should be able to assemble such a delicate maze or a technique that can reconstitute the internal structure just like this one thinks… and transfer the organism alive in the first place."

"... well. So that building is called The Miracle of the Raindrops."

To Oink's confession, Rhue closed so, as he gave up somewhere, even as he dropped his shoulder a little.

Along with the first word I hear: 'The Miracle of Raindrops'.

Guess the question I had, Oink started commenting on it.

"From time to time, this is what happens when we do magic, technique, crest and alchemy research. It's as if the raindrops have accidentally become a crest, such a hundred million coincidence."

"Me too, I've seen that kind of technique and magic instruction a couple of times. For example, the ice I sealed the dragon god, even that one, yes?

"Really... but if it's already finished, we'll analyze it later."

"Of course, I can analyze as much as I want with my magic guide. But when that kind of coincidence happens in an outside procedure, there's no hands or feet."

"... that's kind of a strange story. I can't believe nobody knows how it was done when it was there."

Is it okay to talk about it as if a monkey produces Shakespeare?

Or is it the product of a miracle with unlikely specs that arises rarely in one-of-a-kind southsounds, or mass-produced products?

What a romantic story.

But this story went on.

"But when it comes to that facility, there is clear evidence that someone was involved. At the center of the facility, there was a power source, a magic guide, where instructions and signatures were left."

"Heh, what a name?

"" Lainey Linearis, "right? I only have information on names, but I'm pretty sure he's an alchemist with incredible skill."

Hmm...... Lainey Linnealis?

Lainey against "The Raindrop" is a playful name for a long time, but I don't know who he is.

"I don't know, maybe the god of surgery or something made a prank."

"Are you an occult? Damn, that's ridiculous."

"We're gonna say that, aren't we?

"Ugh... that's true"

Look, there's so much talk in the world about fairies who make shoes while they're asleep.

It's a world like this, so it wouldn't be surprising to have such an occult.

Well, I don't really believe you, but thinking about it is fun to have dreams.

... You think your knife will be shiny polished the next day and the sharpness will come back?

I'm sorry, I always take care of you, vendor.

"So, is there some invisible presence lurking in that compartment..."

Oh, speaking of which, you didn't like talking about this hand, Mr. Reyes.

"All right, then I'll try to get to the deepest part of it in the next three days."

"Look, there's no one who doesn't know if Reis is such a ghost, too, and we'll stick together"

"Oh, right. Must be some kind of technician who doesn't like to stand out! We'll try again tomorrow."

In this way, the evening goes on as I receive a tuna that beautifully meets your expectations.