It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

Finally, the school festival began. Nevertheless, the first day is about as good as qualifying for the martial arts tournament, so visitors don't seem to be very different from the usual number.

(Damn, it's normal, but security has to work exactly from day one)

I'm walking through security headquarters and now I'm in the middle of a walk with a blah blah.

(I'm not skipping anything. Now I'm taking turns with Safina to take a break)

I don't tell anyone, but I make excuses in my heart. The school building was ornately decorated with a variety of objects, and the voices of the students who were now moving around to prepare were still echoing. Essentially, students all prepare, but the big, professional parts, equipment, etc. are with the hands of the adults sent by the merchants. Well, there are aristocrats, so you should avoid injury-like hard work, and there are limitations to doing it alone with students.

So, it's the merchant people, but they didn't hire me. It's called volunteering. How dare you not get a penny. Well, I thought it was taken on by a merchant, but it's also part of publicizing the school, creating connections later. Plus, this time it's hosted by the prince, and if it works out, the royal family may remember better. Well, I guess it feels like a forward investment or something.

I look inside the hasty school building. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, moving around and preparing for that and this. The atmosphere matches very well with the landscape in preparation for the cultural festival I had in mind, and I feel somewhat of a memorial fulfillment, and my heart exalts.

(Oh, this is the school festival I even dreamed about. I would have liked to try made-to-measure coffee and haunted mansions with everyone. Well, unfortunately, there's no one here to do that)

I left the school building with a little disappointment and went out onto the boulevard, where there were several dewstores lined up along the street. Some are in preparation, others are in business. Most of them were open near qualifying venues for martial arts competitions, and several of the visitors who came to watch it had taken an interesting stroll in front of the outdoor. A very tasty smell comes to my nose from one of them.

(Oh, the smell of sweet treats baking. Cookies or something)

Flirting and smelling I go in front of that outdoor shop and the girls make treats that look fun. Of course, there are specialist adults watching behind you.

"Welcome, oh, dear Mary"

He noticed me, and one girl called out.

"Oh, isn't that Mr. Feenell, he was running a shop here?"

Feenell, the girl who has been smiling at me, is one of the Demon Grass Pharmaceutical Research Clubs created by Magilka, who helped me during the Mandrake incident.

"Yes, I asked Mary for advice on beverages and treats made with magic grass, and we all tried and made them in error."

Feenell shows me the cookies she's just been able to be happy with. Speaking of which, I see cookies saying you were making such irresponsible remarks. My stomach's complaining of hunger, invited by a slightly sweet smell.

"Ma'am, are you hungry?

My purse, Tütte, comes forward and asks. I feel ashamed and unwittingly blush and vanity as the well-resembled words of Tütte seem to be some kind of edifying lady.

"Chi, I'm not. I'm not hungry, but as head of security, I tried to buy it because I wanted to do hygiene and quality checks."

"I don't think that's the lady's job, though."

Excellent my maid of honor who instantly trumps half-eyed into the gabby excuse I spoke aggressively of. The brilliant feeling of bassari kept me quiet for a long time. Somehow, the Feenels are looking at me with raw warm eyes, even smiling things.

(Uggu, this Mary Regalia. I'm not going to fit in the belly character position. Yeah, turn it down)

I turn my back from everyone's perspective and wonder if there is any good idea. I wanted to stop buying and get away from the outdoor shop, and I managed to get those delicious sweethearts with all my heart. Well, at that point, I'm already out.

"Yes, I'm still one of the authors of the school festival, so check it out a lot"

"Here's something that only honest people are allowed to eat"

Looking back to make a new excuse for me to find the light, Tütte shows here a bag of cookies I bought at some point.

"I'm hungry. I just wanted to eat."

In an instant, I changed jobs to the honest.

"Ahhh."

With a face I cheek a piece of cookie I received from Tütte.

"Yeah, it's always different in texture and flavor from the cookies you eat, and it's something fresh. Is this something in it?

"Yes, it's mandrake juice"

"Buho!"

With a smile on my face to Feenell named Sarah, I would swallow her back with the cookies I was eating. For me, a keyword like Mandrake is close to a ban. It was not an exaggeration, in a sense, to be the subject of fear. The fear chased around by those guys plays back with the fact that they've spoken of it.

"Oh, but it's okay. It's not a subspecies juice, so it doesn't have an attractive effect, and it's very good for your body."

"Are you okay, ma'am? Drink this."

While stroking my back that I could swallow, Tütte gave me the drink I had just bought.

"Oh, thank you, Tütte"

I drink the beverage given to me without confirmation. And I've lost face to the tremendous bitterness that inspires taste.

"Ha ha!

I scream unintentionally at shitty things that I've never experienced and that roughly seem like mankind shouldn't drink. Even if I didn't spit it out, I wanted her to praise me as a courtier.

"That's one of my pride pieces that crushes and mixes all the things that I'm told are good for my body, whether it's in demonic grass or not. Well, it's hard to taste like death. It's very good for you. It's quite a habit."

Feenell explains it's hard with confidence. I stuck the cup I had out to the tutte, exhaling roughly.

"Hey, Mr. Tütte. It's been unfolding like a cont since just now, maybe on purpose? Hey, are you doing this on purpose?

"I don't know what Konto is, but, no, that's not true. It's coincidence, coincidence. So, you know, lady. Grab a cup and stay away from me."

Tutte lags behind with a bitter laugh at my impending power.

"Tütte. We're a community of destiny beyond our husbands and maids, aren't we? Then share your destiny."

With a full grin I point the cup at Tütte with an odorous coloured liquid.

"Give me a break, lady. Ah."

"Oh, wait, Tütteje! It's okay, I'm not going to die, it's just a super bad taste running around in my stomach like it's stuffy. Wow!

I chased the escaping Tütte with a mean face.

A few minutes later, with a blue-faced and occasionally vomiting tette, I was walking down the street lined with dewstores with hock-faces.

"Oh, good, dewstores. Now it would be great to have grilled noodles and octopus and okonomiyaki and shaved ice and apple candy and chocolate bananas and cotton candy."

"Ugh... everything a lady wants, I have no idea. Is that all food?

He asks me, already reopened and turned into a cannibal character, with a strange look on his face that Tütte has begun to resurrect.

"Well, it's the food I remember from my previous life. It's something to eat at a festival or something, but I've never eaten it before and I've always admired it."

"Really? I'll look for more..."

When Tütte tries to hear the details, she hears the blurring coming from the front so that she can suffer from it. I stopped looking at Tütte and turned my gaze to the noise.

There was a man there with a robe wrapped around his whole body saying something to the outdoor students, and a suspicious explosion with a hood in his eyes. I don't know what it is, but it sounds like a young woman from her voice. I'm taking a break for once, but I can't pretend not to see it. I never go into the noise.

"What is it? It's noisy."

I dressed calmly and went into arbitration.

…………

A moment of silence. Everyone seems surprised by my appearance.

"In Judgment... I'm not a guard. You're making a scene."

I accidentally swallow words and modify the track while showing everyone the armbands indicating the guards the ladies have embroidered for me.

(Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh)

"Ma'am, would you pass me some kind of food once you have the sweets in your hand? Ladies and gentlemen, please pull."

Tütte has quietly eared the status quo from behind to me, who can't get drunk on herself while holding boxes and bags of all kinds of food.

"~ ~ ~ ~!"

I raise a voiceless voice and give Tutte the loot he was holding in haste as it turned bright red to his ears.

"Woo-hoon! I'm a guard. You're making a scene."

"" I decided I wasn't redoing it. ""

I sweat cold at the spicy scratches of everyone around the outdoor shop and still push on with the conversation.

"So, what the hell is all the fuss about?"

"Oh, no, this customer... is that it?

When a student in an outdoor shop tries to see someone and finds out there's nobody there, he kicks ass. I was earlier suspicious. A full-body robe woman with a big explosion (?) had disappeared neglectfully.

(Speaking of which, you were the one wearing the hood of a full-body robe who said you lost it in training the other day. I wonder what you're doing with Kosokoso by hiding who you are)

It kind of makes me anxious that the evil organization that appears in the story seems to be plotting something and moving around in secret.

"So, what were you up to?

"That's... I've been baking skewers since they ordered me, but I couldn't wait to bake them, the customer tried to punch flaming magic into the dish... I was stopping them"

The evil organization that was in me is making noises and breaking down, turning into a huge children's organization. What an annoying case I had a headache.

(Are you willing to extinguish the food you ordered yourself? Who, the one who has such a childish idea? From that height, I think he's the same age as us, but isn't hiding who he is a student here? But now that general admission is possible, I don't have a problem with outsiders coming in. Who still has to hide their faces...)

I think that far and reach an unpleasant conclusion.

(Ah, there he is. Someone who is as back-length as we are very recently, who is interested in school festivals and needs to hide who they are)

I think of the high-tension princess I met at the royal palace, shaking her head and trying to drive the idea out of my head.

(No, there isn't, no matter how much it is, there isn't. All right, I've made up my mind. Let's just say we didn't see it. Don't touch it. Don't sneak around.)

I decided that it wouldn't be a big deal if I gave it a bad shot, and I decided not to report it to HQ and dismiss the case.

(Oh, now I feel like I know exactly what it's like to be great people trying to make trouble go away)

Thus, my school festival began with a somewhat unpleasant hunch.