Isekai ni Kita Boku wa Kiyoubinbode Subaya-sa Tayorina Tabi o Suru

McBell will guide you through the valley of books. The space surrounded by the smell of old paper calms down somewhere.

"Oh, not this book."

Hand me a book like a delightful face. [M] Nature and this one makes me smile when I think you really like books.

"Thank you, Mr. McBell"

"That's okay. Let's look for a book on granting while we're reading that guy."

"It helps."

With that said, I go back to the valley with the book in my hand, to a space like the talking room where my desk and chair are located, and sit down and put the book on my desk.

"'Granting technique'? That's a straight title..."

Exactly a grant! A book like that. Okay, let's read it. I can read the letters of this world. I don't know how it works...... it's an old book but can you even read ancient letters or something? Well, I don't know until I read it first. I took a deep breath and dived into a sea of letters.

□ □ □ □

My eyes hurt. My back and back hurt too. Finally, my shoulder hurts.

"Wow..."

Gu, and stretches out his solidified body. I can hear it pounding and dry from all over my body.

The results did not solve the mystery of granting by demons. A couple of McBells didn't bring me books, but unfortunately they were all hazy.

"Granting Skills" was a book about skills that improve the status of others. That's a buff skill.

"The Power Given" is an adventure in which a man empowered by God becomes. The protagonist correction is amazing.

"The Samurai of... Gonia..." could not be read because the title was plundered. I wasn't sure what was in it, but maybe nothing matters.

"Demon Research Record" was requested because I wanted to examine the relationship between the grant and the demon. It's the record of a researcher who raised a small demon child. It was not recorded with regard to the grant.

I've read numerous other books but never talked about demons imparting them to people and giving them skills. There are no stories of God giving skills, how many stories but wonders and demons to people. They designate quasi contraindications when it comes to "Demon Research Records".

Records about demons, anecdotes unnaturally erased? Is that too much to think about? Maybe McBell just didn't happen to have those books.

McBell brought back the samurai as she closed the book and sorted out an idea that wouldn't wrap around.

"What do you want to know about the Lord?"

"I read a lot, but I didn't"

"Hmm..."

McBell thinks with his hands on his chin. When we were both worried, a tea bowl was placed between me and McBell, and a warm cup of tea was poured. It's the tea the samurai brewed me. I look at McBell and urge him to drink it.

"Excuse me, I'll have it"

Put your mouth on a cup with a hint of hot air and drink slowly. Aromatic aroma and gentle flavor spread in the mouth and fall out of the nose.

"Delicious."

"hehe, thank you"

A gentle smile smiles when I thank the samurai. I feel professional.

"Over-thinking is a handicap to you. Rest in moderation."

"Thank you."

I guess I was pretty focused on watching how I was reading. I bow my head with an accidental bitter smile.

"Asagi, Lord, why do you want to know about the grant?

McBell asks, looking at him as if he had shut up. Respond by placing the cup back on top of the saucer and watching McBell.

"I actually fought a giant wolf named Beowulf the other day"

"What!?

Surprised, stood up McBell. Gatan to the momentum, and the chair falls, but soon the samurai returns the chair, and McBell, who apologizes sorry, slowly sits down.

"Beowulf is not an individual for whom Forest Wolf lived a long time. Does your lord know that?

"Yeah, I asked someone I know."

Of course, it's about Daniela.

"Um, then good. Then Beowulf is not the only individual."

"What do you mean?

"He's one step, not the demon up there."

One step, top?

"Frequent demons, weak demons, are overwhelmingly few evolutionary individuals. It's not just that you have to live longer than the others. Once upon a time, a scientist raised a small demon, but he didn't become an evolutionary individual."

"" Demon Research Record, "right? I read that record."

"Bye. The continuation and views of that study are in Wang Du's contraindication library. The book states, 'I have tried to give high concentrations of magic to fragile demons, and it turns out that there are individuals who rarely survive in death'"

"In high concentrations of magic vegetables...? What happened to that demon?

McBell meditates and exhales. And I said potpourri.

"They grew up so fast they couldn't have thought of it in common sense, and they crushed one town."

I'm breathtaking.

"They say the Royal Army crusaded it. But the damage was not usual. Researchers said they fled in a hurry but were captured by the military. Since the accident, research on demons has been contraindicated."

"So, Beowulf too?

"If the guy cares, it could be dangerous here too..."

That's what they say, they shut me up. So you're saying that if he gets serious, this filald will disappear? You survived so well...... He said he only knew this forest. When you go elsewhere and increase your strength. Could I have unleashed a hell of a demon in the wild? I think, I shake my head immediately. Not because I talked to him, but I don't think he's that dangerous. Somehow, we raise each other up, like rivals... what a favorite thing to want to shelter someone who exchanges words with?

"You surprised me and missed the conversation. Between Beowulf and the Lord, what... No wait, no way, no way, Asagi..."

McBell looks at me seriously. Perhaps what he thinks is correct.

"Yeah, it was granted to Beowulf"

"Again..."

That said, include the tea in front of you, and sit deep as if swallowed and weakened.

"Lord... you mean to hold the Forest Wolf grant... I've never heard of it..."

"Me too... so I wanted to get some knowledge of the grant, so I interrupted Mr. McBell."

"I see..."

McBell to shut up again. The eyes stare at the desk. I guess you're thinking something. I drink tea and wait for answers so I don't interrupt. [M]

"Asagi"

McBell calls me after a while with his face up.

"Yes."

"That should not be made public. Perhaps, no, surely the country will come to capture your Lord. Worst of all, you should also think about crusading as a disturbing molecule."

That's what they say, and now this one is more silent. I was thinking it was a bad skill. But I was thinking like some other HR. But now, McBell tells me, I feel it. This guy is a really, really bad skill. By now, I shouted a grudge festival in my heart to Beowulf, who would be with his family in the South Forest.

"Demons are basically objects to be destroyed. When it comes to conferring that demon, the human race is the supreme."

"I guess so..."

"The skills expressed by the grant are not much to show in front of others."

Nod at the words. On the day I was seen by some adventurer who wanted to know, I would be asked to dig for root leaves, and rumors with spine tails would spread. That way it reaches the merchant's ear and spreads to other towns. Slowness will spread to the king's capital.

I didn't understand the mystery about the grant. But I could learn about the true identity of a demon named Beowulf. He's not a commonly known evolutionary individual. It was exactly what could be called an abnormal evolutionary individual.

The Legs of the Forest Wolf, a skill granted to such disastrous individuals. Now I have to worry about how I'm going to get along with this skill.