Hitsugi no Maou

Three spoons (teaspoons), even though they were deliberately quartered, take away the meat of a loose mass in disorder and tear it apart on a baking stone. I accidentally said, "Bad behavior!" And while I raise my voice, Sabitoga also takes to secure her share of the loss with chopsticks.

Masses are often delicious (yum) with more skin and fat (bladder) than meat. When each laid cida was gently taken up fillet, it was served on the skin of a kabanoki and the meat was broken open.

It looks like a freshwater fish, with a claiming fragrance coming up my nostrils. I didn't season it in any way, but it tasted like too much fish meat when I carried it to my mouth with chopsticks.

Squeeze it with your teeth and you'll be flooded with warm gravy. There was definite satisfaction, as if I felt the nutrition accumulated in my body if I only included it.

Delicious fish. But if you eat every skin, it must taste better. Sabitoga immediately threw in a second bite as she cleaved the skin sturdier than the meat with a chopstick tip. Meat wrapped in elastic skin and thick fat conveys a wonderful flavour to the tongue, as expected.

I want rice or booze. Sabitoga felt the luxury of the masses as she cheeked them.

The rice in the homeland of Purge Guna is cooked (soaked) with plenty of smoke and cooked (soaked), and placed beside the mass according to (wow), how tired the physical and mental encouragement (soldered) will be. Shake plenty of salt on the mass, too, if it's melon (uri) salted there - not to mention dry cheap liquor, how much -.

"- You're so unconcerned."

I slapped my forehead (hiccups), and the words I crushed with a bitter smile made Reggie, who was squishing the skin of the mass, jump (ha) on my shoulder. In front of the proverbial Sabitoga, which was not about you, Straw snatched a large piece of fish and put three turtle eggs on top of it.

As I expected, Siddha's popularity was now one compared to mass and turtle eggs. All cidas are edible, but almost all cidas taste bad. Sabitoga took the cida, which sucked the fat of the mass and became like a simmer, into the skin of the kabanoki more often than anyone else, for blame.

Siddha didn't taste better than bad. The palate is crusty and its beaked stem (kuki) part is gnawed.

It was such a cida, like offering everything to the devil as a offering to gain a high level of safety as food. These flavorless, dry plants are, on the contrary, oriented towards preserved foods. If you skip a lot of moisture with smoke, your uncomfortable teeth should disappear as well. Worst case scenario, I might hit it in white water and use it instead of tea leaves.

Sabitoga flattened Mass and Siddha, only one last time, to taste the turtle eggs.

The eggs almost disappear into white, hard-baked chunks of yellow (heaps). It was a little powdery when I put it in my mouth and tasted considerably thinner than that of the birds. But it does taste like eggs. Pale but tasteful.

With plenty of good quality nutrition, he eventually began drinking water from a water bottle (suito) or laying down around an empty stone baking table.

Sabitoga puts her clothes together over her warm enough body, while continuing the smoking (kunsei) work. "But it's an array, isn't it," raised the filled ledge behind it.

"If you think about it, you're all in love with me. I was just listening, but I can't usually meet a monster who calls himself the Demon King and stay on the spot. Isn't that creepy? Maybe he's lurking around here somewhere."

"... we can't move until we get some food. I don't know how to live in such a rich place."

Besides, and while Straw drinks water, he sees (ah) Ri around where the Demon King showed up yesterday.

"I don't trust you... but somehow that bastard doesn't seem to do anything that puts us directly in his hands. If you're going to kill us, chances were as good as they were yesterday. Me and Sabitoga got their backs off once. If he wanted to, someone must have been killed."

"At least that demon king had intelligence and the will to have a conversation. As the story goes, there are many human beings... look creepy, but don't be too quick to break with the enemy."

As Sabitoga teased the smoked (kung fu) vessel, the girl opened her mouth in an unexpectedly low voice saying, "I'm not the enemy". In the gaze of the men, the girl hugs her knees and shakes her head.

"This is the path passed from generation to generation by the people of the birth canal who went on a mission. There can be no more inevitable deaths or unwinnable enemies at this point than there are survivors in the people of the birth canal. The Demon King, as the Demon King himself said, must be the protector of the people of the birth canal and the guide of the Gentiles. I'm not even saying I'm on your side... but I'm sure he's not harmless to the eagles."

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"The people of the birth canal also grow up to possess the appearance and power of outsiders. The appearance of the Demon King should not prove its evil."

To the girl's words, Sabitoga and the others look at each other with their own expressions.

As the indescribable air flowed, one of the little fish with the turtle's throat (throat) meat, shuddered, and blistered in the liquor bottle.