Hisshou Dungeon Unei Houhou

Crusimimus (not in typos.

Side: steve

Oh, I'm gonna finish my job today.

Why are you doing your job?

Why, is there too much time?

How could you... and I couldn't help but think so?

"What, are you bumping me?

"What's wrong, Beh?

"Leave me alone. Either way, it's not right that a woman flirted with you again, or you weren't dealt with."

Mr. Surakichi and Minotaur are the owners of a gentle heart that cares about yummy as ever.

But you're losing more and more of your orc shit, like you're a vegetarian like John.

No, I don't have a choice.

He's eating cucumbers all the time, so his brain must be degenerating.

I guess I should just go back to my livestock like this.

"Hey, come on, if you're fighting, I'll buy it."

"Do it outside. Because the room is gonna be a mess."

"It's not a good fight."

"... or were you speaking up?

"" "Shut up" "

Excuse me.

Well, that happens, and I'm gonna talk to you about my life for once, these three? A horse? and rolled out to the city to head to the tavern.

There are no residents in Weed who are surprised by the fact that the yummy people are already out there......

"Oh, Steve. Rise and shine. Tired -"

"Mr. Surakichi. Thank you again for taking care of my child today"

"Minotaur. Thanks for your help. Tomorrow we'll treat you to dinner."

"Oh, John. What do you think of this vegetable? Your tongue is the most certain."

Nah, I walk through the city while I'm being called out.

They sell fights in the Adventurers' District or so.

Oh, the trading district is still full of surprises.

Well, naturally, new people are coming in.

That's fine, as things stand, the demons are usually accepted by Weed.

It's important to exchange words and try to understand each other.

In that sense, I should say that the Admiral was right to entrust the city with security.

"Heh. There you are. That's Steve and the others. The back room is open right now. Minotaur will be fine there."

Thank you for everything.

"Don't worry about it. Mr. Minotaur always helps me."

What the hell is Minotaur doing at work?

Someone to meet, someone to meet, someone to thank.

No, it's security, so I can predict it would be like helping people like this.

"Well, four raw ones."

"Aye. Raw 4!!

"And then, make twenty grilled chickens appropriate"

"Aye. Please wait."

As I get to my seat, I'll just soften my order for now.

And the raw arrives quickly, and light knobs follow.

"Well, there will be talk, but first..."

Mr. Surakichi stretches out a part of his body like a tentacle and grabs a glass.

The guys have a glass too......

"Kanpai!!

"" "Kanpai!!

Pours raw all at once.

"Pu Ha!! I don't like a drink after work."

"Oh, come on."

"It's a healing moment."

"Don't do that."

Common in all worlds.

A drink home from work is good.

Well, not the same people who don't like alcohol or dating.

I don't know if I should think you're blessed for not doing that.

"Huh."

Even if I think about it, I still get a natural sigh.

"Hmm. You don't seem to be relieved just to drink it"

"What the hell is wrong with you? He said he didn't like it when he got out of work.

"No, you did. You're a wannabe, aren't you? Why did those words come out?

"Uh, you will. That's why you're here."

In the meantime, I'm wondering how you talked to me, and I get an email from Cole.

Seeing it makes me feel even more annoyed.

"Hmm? What's wrong with your e-mail?

"Who is it from?

"We'll see? Um... from Mr. Alfin, isn't it?"

Yes, the email came from Alfin.

"When are you coming back?

And it just says.

"Is there something wrong with its content?

"Mr. Alfin is also glad to be free from the mission of the Holy Sword."

"You're getting along with Steve, aren't you? Good for you, huh? If we agree, General Yuki won't complain."

No need to react properly to John's lightly teased words...

"I wish I had."

And it was the best I could do just to get back to you.

…… Is there a problem, too?

"Mr. Alfin?

"No way, Mr. Comet said he was pretty serious and pretty familiar with Weed, didn't he?

"That's the problem."

Yes, that's the problem.

She looks like a cute type in white and style.

Weed and energetic moving to get rid of the gloomy life we've had so far, and the reputation of our neighborhood is good.

I can do chores, and it's not an exaggeration to say she's the ideal girlfriend.

"It doesn't look like there's a problem anywhere."

"Debe."

"That's what I heard."

"This is the place to start."

Because she's familiar with it, she can do what she wants.

Talking to someone or walking freely was pushed away as a demon on the other continent.

There were restrictions on doing anything.

After I became a holy swordsman, I improved somewhat, but there was civil unrest and I spent a fine amount of time in the back.

Quote, a light hypnosis with a core embedded in Hiffy.

That's why Alfin came to this weed and exploded a certain desire.

"What the hell. What's that desire?

"What's wrong with you?

"If it's too bad, you report it upstairs, right?

"Different. Alfin thinks it's supreme to make sweets and eat them."

"" "Huh?

Sweetness is one of the predilections in this world where basic sugar production is rather scarce.

Except for this weed.

Yes, Weed has a stable supply of sugar due to the Admiral's ability to exchange DP and land modifications.

I mean, nothing blocked Alfin's desire.

A month after I left the food at Weed, the daily food was a treat except for what the food prepared.

"... Huh? Gag?"

"It's not in the boulder."

"No, well, for a month or so, isn't it? It's affordable. Women say food is thin, don't they?

"Oh, yeah, when they say so."

"Convinced."

"Hehe...... That's not the end of it. After eating up all the ready-made Super Rats products, I started making them myself. When you do, you have a taster, don't you?

……

The three of them look at each other and say, "No way."

Alfin's sweetheart has accelerated and his daily sweet intake has increased.

At first, yummy, it's my first treat making - and I thought it wasn't such a raw and half-produced thing.

I always get dessert after meals every day.

Lunch lunch became a treat.

Breakfast turned into cake.

Grado became disgusted and came back to school for dinner.

In other words, yummy became a sweet consumer.

I don't want to see sweets any more. Step forward.

"Well..."

"We should stop it."

"Right. Why don't you break your body?

"No, that's not it. I thought the boulder sucked, so I stopped it. When I heard the story, I started adjusting the amount properly. The lunch box treats are back and the grads are back."

"Then there's no problem."

"Why don't you want to go home or something?

"What does that have to do with anything?

"I do. It's almost the end of the year, so Weed has a confectionery mass consumption event before the New Year's Eve event, right?

Yes, it's that event that's turning rear recharge into a bad culture that generates a massive amount of recharge, even though it's some birthday.

Well, I don't have any particular complaints this year because I have Alfin, but in a different way, things have come up.

"Are you making Christmas treats?

"Oh, I see."

"A lot for what I've been putting up with?

"I will. In the past few days, Grado has become a consumer when it comes to making sweets and things to distribute to school children. Grado has already escaped to school."

"" "Uh..." "

So the three finally convinced me.

"I mean, when do you get back from that email earlier, and you eat sweets? Does that mean"

"I will."

"Every day... it brings my stomach to the boulder"

"I see. Then we can go and help them consume it."

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea for John's habits"

"It's extra for habit. Well, let's get in touch. Maybe you just want Steve to eat something."

"That's not true. She's still not interested in that because she just found out about the outside world."

That's why I kill him alive in a way.

I'll get back to you.

As soon as I emailed Sulakichi and the others to help me with the taste, it was OK.

They say it takes time to prepare, so after drinking there in the tavern and crushing my time, when I get home...

"Oh, welcome back. We have everyone's cake, so let me know what you think."

So I smiled, and there was a one-hole cake in front of the ladies.

"I've made a lot of cakes. We all eat, don't we?

Yes, one person, one hole at a time.

……

I was licking it.

I didn't expect you to prepare hall cakes one at a time......

"I'll eat this fruit mix."

That's what I say. I start eating guts and one-hole cakes all by myself.

Shit, the guys managed to make it through the day by cutting a one-hole cake in front of things like cooperating.

And then, Alfin starts bringing cakes and treats to the workplace.

Initially it was divided into subordinates, but if it lasted a week, it would harden and hide itself every time Alfin came.

There is no escape for the likes of helping, the days of managing to consume the cake.

"It's Christmas in a few days. So until then... patience."

"Debe. I don't mean to offend Mr. Alfin either.... So Until Christmas"

"Right, right. Until then, we need to hang out..."

"Sorry everyone..."

And then Mr. Sellaria arrives with a temper.

"Hey. Steves. I've made some Christmas cakes, can you taste them?

"" "I don't like cake anymore -!?

"What?"

That was yummy, Steve, it was Christmas this year or a crucifix.