Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

midnight.

I kept tailing myself, illuminated by the light of the street lights.

In front, I see tonight's prey walking round my back.

Now that I'm doing cover-up magic, I'm not afraid to be enlightened about the signs.

So I'm sure this kill will also succeed.

- The moon is high.

The night sky that looked up was clear with no clouds, and the yellow three days moon was floating.

It kind of looks like people's claws are floating around.

"Go."

Huh. And when I exhaled small, I stood back big.

Take the starting dash as if you were going to start on foot.

What I imagine is a pistol bullet.

Consider yourself a piece of flesh as a single bullet and take the count in your head.

Three, two, one.

"- Huh!"

Momentum kicks to the ground and jumps toward prey.

Moment, Bagooo from the foot! The shock noise rang.

There must be a crater on the ground for sure. My all-powerful illness easily sweeps through the asphalt behind my shoe.

But thanks to the untrained cover-up magic, people other than me will be surrounded by silence.

My footsteps, my breathing sounds, the sound of the ground being broken, the sound of Vun when he generated the light sword - it won't come true to listen.

……

When I stuffed my distance from my prey to zero in an instant, I stuck a blade in the medulla oblongata without getting lost.

What awaits more than being cut off from linking the brain to the spinal cord is a prompt desperation.

…… ……

When the prey peeled his white eyes loosely, he began to blow bubbles and cramp. I guess it's not about the will of the person, it's just the nerves reacting.

I can say that's exactly the last fart that my life is about to burn to an end.

Once again, I think that few creatures are beautiful when scattered.

I can't watch any more, so I broke my prey's body in two.

The man split left and right collapses to the ground with Dosari.

After a while, the man's body turned into an ugly troll figure. After his life stopped, the disguised magic he was wearing was solved.

... Done.

Sigh and wipe the blood back.

This month, it was already the third assassination.

My client is, naturally, Sugitani. It seems that more and more monsters are coming into the earth from different worlds.

This troll I just planted, he turned it into a human being, and he said it was repeated and evil.

Again, assassins are being sent in more often.

Interceptions are repeated, as they are every time, but there is some kind of mole-beating void.

When I contacted Sugitani from my smartphone that the subhuman exorcism was over, I thought about it for a moment and then came up with an opinion.

"Shouldn't it be time to think about attacking from this side?"

On the other hand, it is not clear. You should decide to be a gatun somewhere.

After Mr. Sugitani silenced for plenty of hours after marking his ready reading of what he thought of my prophecy.

'I'll consider it'

And he replied.

"I'm home."

Returning to the apartment, the lights had already been dropped in the room.

The time is 1: 30 p.m. They all seem to have fallen asleep.

When I turned on the lights in the living room, I headed straight to the table.

There's a wrapped dinner set up there, under the plate, and it says, 'Please chin and eat. Ayako' is pinched with a note.

As always, Ayako's writing is beautiful. While masterful, it has some girly roundness.

Suffice it to be commercialized as a font for love texts.

The letter says it gives character, but then the inside of Ayako will be a well-grown lady.

……

For a second.

Is that really what Ayako's inside is all about? The suspicion arose.

I'll put the note close to my face and make another observation.

I wonder what it is.

It's a beautiful letter, for sure, but it looks too neat.

If you can, this is like wearing a cat... yes, wouldn't it look like a conscious and carefully written letter to prevent you from understanding the upset of your heart?

I took off my wrap and turned to dinner.

It looks like Omelette with no weirdness whatsoever, but I'm not sure what's going on with the contents.

Only in times like this, right?

"... Status Open"

The status appraisal can also be subject to biological inanimity if you want to do so. It can be used as an item appraisal.

Totally a handy feature, but I don't think it's going to be the feather to use every meal.

[First Name] Ayako Otsuki's Handmade Omelette Rice

[Rarity] C

[Properties] Darkness

[Endurance] 10

[Remarks] Omelette rice made by Ayako Otsuki. This time it is done to the extent that I licked the plate for about an hour before serving.

Oh, my God, you know what, I stroke my chest down.

At the end of the day when I mouthed it, the four days were often filled with an amount of vigor enhancers that would keep my erections from stopping, strong sleeping pills taken from foreign countries and other objects that I didn't know about, so compared to that, it's no big deal at all.

If it is just an indirect kiss, it is a marginal and "everyday" range.

When I stuck the omelet in the range in a good mood, I started overheating.

Imagine ketchup rice and eggs, plus Ayako's saliva being warmed up, I just have to laugh bitterly.

Weird germs or resentment or magic powers breed. Yes, but I don't care.

"Ha-ha-yum."

When I took out my hokey dinner, I flattened it in a few minutes of the stuff.

This is what a man's meal is all about. I think my mouth is starting to smell like JK, but it's only a man's meal.

Okay. When we're done eating, shall we take a bath next?

I headed to the stripper and threw my jacket off.

At that moment, the smartphone began to tremble with a blurb.

"Oh."

I'm just checking the message.

Who could it be at this hour?

'Tomorrow, I want to talk to you. Bring a woman from another world, if you can, that Mr. Neutral will keep. You can bring them alone.'

... It was Sugitani.

They have requirements for me and Angelica, or Philia. No, once Erin is also a woman of another world. I'm a cat now, though.

At the end of the day, what the hell is that guy up to?