Hitsugi no Maou

Blaise Bourne bragged about her beloved daughter's (Manamu's recommendation) painting as she went on to cook the bat, which was her original purpose.

A large pan (pan) was applied to the incineration caused at the exit of the tower from the beginning, and the liquid that appeared to be brine boiled about. Blaze peels off the bat's head with a large knife, peels off the fur, and sees the mixture when the brine completely evaporates.

The boney bat meat is peeled off, and the guts are removed and the product (s) are lifted over the bark of the mold. The unused parts, such as the head, bones and feathers, were thrown straight into the incineration and burned down. The wreckage of the flying beast and the stench of manure burning returns from the exit of a tower like a chimney to the sky of white electricity.

Eventually, when the pot of water evaporated and the salt-covered iron plate could rise above the fire, he threw bat fat into it softly. In the fat (bladder) of the animal that starts to make a buzz or noise, look at the various (molluscs) from the food (shavings) lined up by the burning fire, and put them in.

Dried herbs, mushrooms, bunna fruit, salted olives.

The bat meat and guts were filled (also) in the center when some color was set on top of the pan. Stir with a large knife and occasionally cover (lid) to bring heat to the finish.

Sabitoga only once expressed his opinion that it was better to cook the meat before the herbs, but then it was rejected that the taste of blood was not familiar. A dish full of luxurious wild flavors is served on a wooden plate and distributed to everyone.

When I received it with the fork of the tree I was given, the meat, which was really hard, made the gravy peel over my teeth. I thought it was soft because I was round and fat, it's outrageous. If you do poorly, your teeth are going to take a whole bunch, a mass of muscle (zipper).

The taste was good thanks to the use of salt and herbs, but the meat was such that it made me anxious if it could be digested. It's the meat of a stiff old bird who keeps flying until he dies. Inevitably, everyone's mouth will be blocked with meals and their voices will be extinct.

Only one person, Blaze, buried and chewed (or shattered) the bat with his tenacious jaw (chin) and teeth, replaced it and finished the meal early. That's how you start bragging about your daughter, who was expanding even during cooking, towards silent faces.

Do your beloved daughter who is not here, she is good in face but smart, but kind in heart but elegant, but there was something superhuman about her love and vocabulary (awesome) strength that kept her honor (ho) endless. No matter how much you keep talking, it's not enough, and praise never overlaps.

How indefinitely praised are the words of parents who love their children, but are still less than ten. Even his wife, Charcoal, became rightly inorganic like a figurine to Blaze, who began to say that he had good palms and the number of eyelashes, and stopped moving as if arriving at Giddlit had become a real plant.

Everyone was supposedly sealed in the mouth by hard meat and an audience just listened to Blaze's speech.

Did this man really call me to dinner to welcome himself? Sabitoga has never met Ash Bourne. Suspicious as she feels her figure become enlarged.

A toddler in his brain had grown white feathers and had a light wheel (korin) on his head, and a visitor had arrived at the tower shelter. A fat blonde pops a scream to Blaze and Gidlett as village chief Raymond calls.

Gidlett, who was a truly unspeakable plant, rises up, pulling Blaze's arm behind the field. Daughter bragging like a storm ended abruptly, leaving only Sabitoga and the girl in the tower and Charcoal.

When Sabitoga puts down the bat plate that still has about half of it, she scissors the girl who is moving her mouth carelessly and turns her voice to Charcoal.

"I know exactly what he cares about."

"Never mind. I always do it to the first person I meet. Daughter proud."

"... to anyone?

"Yeah. Raymond, too, even that Oren was attached. If you interrupt me badly, I'll cry."

Cry and mess. Sabitoga looks back at those who Blaze left in those words. I didn't hear a big man cry, but instead I heard a charcoal giggle in my ear.

A disc-eyed lady returns the leftover meat to the pan. A girl threw her own meat into the pan at a speed that was not even in her eyes before she asked if she could leave it. "I'll put the fire back in and lunch for you," Charcoal says, so Sabitoga can be both of us and empty the plate.

Slowly squeeze the words as Charcoal takes out the hemp strings (also the clams) and ties (shingles) his own dark hair like a horse's tail.

"My husband is a pro fool on that street, and everyone I've ever been involved with thinks I should know about my daughter. So I don't care if it's convenient for people to talk as much as possible and buy hikiku..."

"Well, have you been overwhelmed..."

"I will never brag about the same thing again, so think of it as a rite of passage and forgive me"

Sabitoga had a small grin on the edge of her mouth (the shaver), then quickly erased it and released a few stepped questions into the charcoal.

"I wonder why people who love their daughters so much would want to pick (idle) the island of the devil, etc.? I don't know what to say... but there's a good chance I'll never see the people outside again."

"That's because we're adventurers."

"... you like adventure?

"There's nothing I can do other than adventure."

Charcoal punctured the eye of the disc.

"It's scum. We can't live for real. That's why adventurers are in a shitty business."