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

This stomach, which has been suspended from the evening, looks like a dog you've taken care of.

And at the same time as I entered the store, my stomach still made noises about the aromatic aroma that invites this appetite.

Hey, I'm glad you're wearing a hood. I can't let the Virgin make such a big belly sound.

"Mm, there you are. I saw that I was very hungry. Shall I prepare something that can be made appropriately quickly?"

"Oh, please. I'm hungry. It's such a nari, but I eat a lot."

The distracted shopkeeper talks strangely. That's a good shop.

I'm not even going to reveal this trait, so I'll respond to it with rough language.

Yeah, I know. The purpose is interrogation and investigation. But if you eat first, you won't have a bee.

The shopkeeper, with his white hair bracketed in a high position, looked great to apply the word Nice Middle.

The appearance that people seemed good, but would have lived their lives as they deserved, seemed appropriate to cut up these slightly rough shops.

And then he attaches to the counter with a view of his flowing cooking landscape and waits for the dish to be ready.

"Customer, you alone? From what I've seen, he still looks young."

"There is no way that the appearance and age match on this continent. I'm not alone, but I'm alone now. Have you missed your extra order?

"Fuck, yeah. The group would have earned a good extra income."

Smells like garlic roasting.

There is a sweet smell of fire in the liquor.

Smells like meat burning.

And - it smells just a little dangerous.

"Store owner. Make sure you feed me."

"... oh yeah"

Don't freak me out. I've noticed as much as you've noticed.

I don't want to ruin this scent. So what?

What I could do that was garlic toast and a dish roasted with meat wrapped around garlic and other vegetables.

Other scattered salads of fried garlic, consomme soup with just a little more utensils and a western-style set meal in an amount that is likely to be sufficiently bloated. Truth is, I'm out of garlic.

I'll steal a look at the owner as soon as I get that one.

Washing dishes and occasionally sending a deep glance over here seemed more like just waiting for something than to be on guard.

Perhaps you've given up half of it. At least the Freedom Knight is on this town faster than we are.

It's a small town. If a group of strangers showed up there and showed a bare gesture to explore something, anyone with something nasty would be on guard, and they would be prepared for something.

I don't like to make it. There's a fight.

Sometimes I find it quite amusing if we just collide with each other's force.

I'm looking forward to working out a new formula myself and competing with someone for it.

But not in action. Each slightly darker desire and ambition tries to eat each other under the water, and slowly pushes them towards each other, tightening their necks with cotton.

That's what I hate. It's disgusting. They may think you're childish, but I don't like that.

That's because it breaks the routine easily. It broke once, because it will never come back to normal.

I thought I was back, because that's something else that just took on the same shape.

So - I really, really hate it when this meal ends.

"... delicious, shopkeeper"

"Right. Sorry for the rush, but it would help if you could say so"

"... next time, I'll come at a more decent time. So what?

I can't stop. The dishes disappear instantly.

And if this goes away, I have to live up to my true self.

I guess they understand that too. I'm going to put an extra toast on the plate that I didn't even ask for. And I laugh because I know what the owner wants to tell me, too.

Sorry to bother you. After all, if I were to become a store owner, would you guess by the look of people?

Well, I'm hiding my face in the hood.

"... now I'm hungry"

"... ok. Then why don't you just give me a minute? I want to feed my cat."

After all, has there been any giving up since I came to this place?

The store owner headed to the store window to capture light in the dim store. A tea tiger patterned cat that enters with its light.

You look so used to people that if this isn't the situation, I'm a pretty cat that I want to stroke too.

Did the store owner feed the cat and forget to put it on, I almost put a red collar on it.

"You're a good cat. Good hairy and nostalgic."

"Oh, right. Look, go, Chatlan."

The two of us drop off the cat jumping out the window again.

Come on, now you won't have anything to remember. The relationship between the customer and the store owner ends first. From here on out... it's a relationship between those who supposedly invade.

Complete the operation silently and secretly roll out onto the floor of the store.

And with the cat dropped off, he walks over to the man in the queue as if he had just gotten a little old, not moving his gaze out of the window to stare at the view somewhere far away.

I don't like it. It wouldn't have been that air before now.

But until the end of the day, I believe in acting like me.

So... here's what I talk about.

"If you can, help me. Because I won't imitate it, and I promise I won't let you."

"That being said. This one, too, has been working in this place for years ready. I thought you were here."

A moment, a silver light emitted without turning around.

It flies innumerably, and it rips the robe that this one wears.

Yes, only cleave the robe. In case it doesn't reach this body.

And more than I've been resisted... I have to activate the surgery too.

In a form that stays turned, the man solidifies.

Slightly trembling eyelids and a stunningly distorted look. All of them, solidify.

What activated it was' Zeptoplasma ', which I like to use, the magic guide of an absolute truce.

Not very much, but not on a scale that you could call a magic guide. Therefore, activation cannot be distracted.

Because if I don't get my hands on it here, I don't know what the crazy dogs out there are gonna do.

I don't mean it, but let me go through it a little dirty.

"I'm sorry, but the only thing you're free to do anymore is move your heart. You can't even breathe."

I know a hundred things I can't reply to. That's why this one also moves only a little magic and restarts lung movements.

I speak to the store owner once now who starts breathing shallow and deafening but can't hear me.

"Behind this store, at the beginning of the juncture, I know there is a highly debilitating point. But I want to hear it before then. What lies ahead?"

Move some magic again and dawn on your throat freedom.

My guide is invisible. It acts on the nerves, on the muscles, on the dominance of the flesh.

Invisible. Invisible. You can never escape, an absolute special effect formula that can't escape more than being an organism.

That viciousness is best known to me myself, who knows how my body works better than anyone else in this world.

"Tell me. Please don't make me do anything cruel."

"... all that lies ahead is the stock of liquor and the forest"

"That liquor inventory, it was stolen recently. Wine, it's a crate that came across from the republican side for some reason. He's the one who decides... answer me."

Yes, the Freedom Knight man found wine from this store.

You're a mess, shopkeeper. I guess I didn't know exactly what this year's wine was like.

You must have understood that this place was cracked because of you. That look of perseverance, not trying to break his mouth, finally shows shade.

"... Yaki's turned"

"... I don't make it bad. If it's a really important place, I'll... do something about it"

"I don't know why. If they find out over there, there's definitely a sad ending ahead of them. If you have a heart, just stop heading there."

See, you've seen it. I knew it was. I'm sure you don't want me to touch it, it's such a wishful place.

Fennel. Whenever you move me. It's just such occasions to make you obey the strong, to expose them.

Let this power say things, and let this glory say things.

I know that's what you need, but it still makes me feel heavier.

What is it? What's in the woods up ahead?

Ask the store owner, who has not yet tried to give the details, just once more.

Now, with the magic moving just a little hard.

"Answer me."

"Aaaaaaaa!!!!"

Watching its eyes turn to bullshit and scream, sweating like a waterfall from all over its body, as if to see it even in a sight over a brown tube, making it sound irrelevant to you.

Because this magic guide really makes the opponent who he wants to be everywhere.

Because if you care about it, you can even manipulate your body to put your beloved person in your hands.

The outer passage during the outer passage. The most heinous and worst kind of technique, unlike the presence of the Virgin.

Answer me.

"Ahhhhhhhhh..."

Remove the hood you didn't intend to remove.

To expose this face more convincing than words.

I'm sure I got it in the wrong order. But if it's not in this order, I'm sure I won't be able to fulfill my true self.

"... Holy Virgin... haha... my rice... even in the mouth of Holy Virgin Sama... does it fit?"

"... oh yeah. Also, I want you to feed me. I want you to believe me. Tell me, what lies ahead"

"... he is... sure with his own eyes, Virgin. You have a duty to see it."

To the end, pay tribute to this man who never broke his mouth.

Weakness, hugging a man who has completely lost his mind, paralyzing his whole body and letting him sleep in the corner of the store.

And the men who break into the store as if they anticipated it.

I thought they all ordered you to wait in front of the woods.

After all, I'm not trusted either.

"I won't allow that shopkeeper to touch one finger. The man is an outsider."

All I'm free to do now is give orders to come out of this mouth.

There's something I need to see up ahead, right? The owner.

I need you to live to tell me what you think.

Large crowds enter the back of the store. Stifled with guilt, but riding the stream.

I really... don't feel comfortable with the mission. I resent you, Fennel.

"Mr. Reyes will be heading right to the woods with me. Stuff Square the other day. I'll temporarily unravel the perimeter and treat it as a battle field."

"Okay. Now, ladies and gentlemen, I'm going with Amami to the woods one foot away."

The arrival of the cat with the collar forced the end of this prep period and rushed to the battlefield.

At that time, it is in my demonic eye that Mr. Kai is about to become a demonic figure.

No, I won't let that happen, Mr. Kai.

Even if you decide to fight with all your might - I don't want to see your heart scream.

"Mr. Kai. No, just stop looking like that."

"... Lace, but I'm already..."

"Please. Please reassure me. If Kai's presence is on the other side, and Dahlia finds out... as an enemy, if he is reunited... there will be remorse."

Because even if it is temporary, the memories of the moment of reunion will remain vivid.

Because the events of the milestones will definitely be rooted in the life that follows greatly and deeply.

I'm a rare adult. As I see and say this beloved as one man who is still young.

It could be rude. It could make you feel bad. But more than that, I'm worried about him.

"This is a prophecy. It's a prophecy derived from my life experience. You should not be reunited with Dahlia in this way right now. Please, hide who you are. Please, please... please"

I tell him by staring hard and hard in the eyes and trying to focus on every word as I say.

Then, faintly, his expression seemed loose, somewhere relieved.

Again, I couldn't do it. Yes, because he's already overloaded now.

... although I can't replace it with a shoulder.

"... ok. Race, take care of yourself. And Amami, of course."

"Okay. I'll be back safe and sound."

"Yeah, I'll let them know what it means to be in the woods."

Amami, who speaks confidently, must also be trying to reassure Mr. Kai.

Really, good boy. I'm sure you can be more active in the woods than I am.

But... when I look at you, I think of my daughters.

I'll try to protect you, even though it may not be worth your while.

Then we flew out of the mansion and headed to the woods.