After all, the battles of those who are sure to be on a higher level than themselves will only look remnants if they are either “stopped” or “moving slowly”.
Oh, it's gone.
Oh, I went that way.
and slowly followed with gaze, somehow, somehow, but Mr. Rex prevails? And surprisingly.
The blood sucker species of the "demon species”, which is very different in terms of intelligence from the monster's blood sucker species, is a "warcraft" if it takes on the appearance of a beast, and a “demon man” if it takes on the appearance of a person. Of the demonic species that far exceed man's raw time, those who take on the figure of man, without exception, are on the hierarchy. So if you ask me what I want to say, it means that there are rarely only people who can get their balls up against the devil.
It's not like he's not here at all. but unless that's also the brave man in the position, one-on-one is pretty tight. Besides, if you're a low-level brave man, or you lose.
—— How strong is that guy...
First off, you're definitely past level 50.
I don't care if I'm wrong, I'm over 50 in my twenties or something... how young I've been since I was immersed in combat...?
Now it's time for a refreshing system, but actually quite a battle freak...?
If that's what the flaw (scratch) part of being overdone is about, well, it's not even nashi.
Or have you been at this brave party in the past?... There was no such thing as a story, but one concludes at once.
--Uh... Something's about to settle.
Blood-sucking species (vampires) slapped on the floor on the roof with swinging blades to be exchanged.
The milk-tea handsome man, stuffed with intermission without waiting for time, waved the knife without hesitation.
—— Wow... how merciful...
Exactly. Todome moments scare me to watch, and I look down sassy.
Dozens of seconds to wait as it is.
Terminator you should hear.
But I don't have to wait forever.
I'm scared to check, but I don't know what happened without looking.
About time, and put your gaze back there.
"I'm sorry... I'm still in trouble to be ruined."
One of the most superior blood-sucking elegant men squealed like that in a low voice.
"The more stupid the kid, the cuter he is, right?
The old step-by-step man, who sounded like a mixed sigh with a bitter smile, demanding understanding from his opponent, and entered between the two young men, was stopping Mr. Rex's two blades with a pitch-black stick in his hand.
"Dear Il Cuore!
With invisible cat ears pinning and tremendous momentum waving his tail, the man wakes up all the time. My uncle, who had a sinister feeling of being called to such a look, asked without looking back.
"What the hell did you do to this man?
"What? I'm a little less hallucinating, so I'm just trying to eat that kid."
"I'm with you."
I was somewhat fond of my uncle for taking a "ahhh..." gesture when I heard Rex's line added like a supplement... probably just me on this occasion, though.
'I apologize instead of this one. It would help if you forgive me...'
"Hey, what are you talking about, Master Il Cuore!! I said it's less harsh! If you're just a human opponent, you're definitely stronger than the Goku! Win and give me that girl ~!!
"... if you're gonna do it, you're gonna be the other guy"
'Uh..., don't. Win or lose, you're not sleeping well. "
"Ugh, that's crazy from earlier ~! Duke, right? Il Ku..." You, shut up for a second, "Mogah"
Hear the disturbing “five dukes” in a sudden at-home atmosphere, and only I see the nice cloak uncle as a gyo.
Plus during that conversation, I picked up Mr. Rex's lines that I was willing to buy, even if I heard of Goku, and I stuck in with a voice that wouldn't.
- The Goku! I'm talking about the Devil of the Duke of Five!? No one in this world is a demon king, but I mean essentially, top of the demon species. Yikes!? You're crazy, Mr. Rex!! He's definitely not a winner!! I'm talking about a lot of combat maniacs when I get here!!!
I don't mind screaming in my heart about me or anything, beside a man whose mouth and hands and feet are enclosed and rolled with magic or something, a lovely uncle of the Fifth Duke who puts in an apology for how low profile words and deeds he normally stands, Mr. Rex.
What do you think this chaos...
Unexpectedly, the uncle turned to me and smelled aromatic and sweet.
—— I don't know, this... this smell...
Suddenly snoozed and soaked in a comforting mood, I let go of consciousness as it was.