It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

"Oh, you know, guys. Are you so close, are you okay?

Sphere speaks to everyone scared from a place away from one person. So I finally realized that everyone but her (except the glue-wrapped gilts) was near me. You said there was a big snow leopard behind me.

"It's okay, Mr. Sphere. You saw that earlier, didn't you? She was petting that man. These leopards are not the enemy."

"Yes, I'm basically warm, I'm not going to attack you all. What if I were you, I'd all pepper you?

"Stop it, it's counterproductive."

I turn around and put a scratch in the leopard.

"Um, are you sure you're okay?

Sphere approached me worried. For some reason he didn't look at the leopard and looked closely at me and said:

"Is that okay with leopards? Against my otum?

".................. Than that, Master Fifi. What does it do to verify?

When I half-eyed and asked Sphere, she let her eyes swim for a moment, changing the subject. I had something to say, but it is true that I am also concerned about Fifi's verification, so I decide not to pursue it and let the story proceed.

"... assuming Lady Mary can talk to the leopard"

"It's not hypothetical! The truth, the truth!

I coughed up and encouraged him to go ahead, even though the conversation had progressed and I had smashed the flow myself.

"... In the meantime, let's experiment with whether we are able to communicate with the will. First, Master Mary and the leopard turn around so that they can't see each other, and leave."

I, as I was told, turned my back on the leopard and left a little. I guess the leopard also followed and turned back because there was a noise of Nosonoso and something moving behind him.

"Just in case, I'll have Mary blindfolded. Mr. Tütte, please."

"Ah, yes. Now, lady, excuse me."

At Fifi's command, Tütte has hidden his eyes with his hands from behind me. It is in the so-called "day-to-day" state.

"So, what do we do now?

I urged ahead as it was with nothing in sight.

"... I'm going to show the leopard more than four numbers. The leopard will teach you that. If it is hit three times in a row, it is possible that the two are able to communicate their will due to some factor"

(I see, it's like a message game)

"... by the way, do leopards understand the numbers?

"Excuse me. It's up to you."

Leopard answering Fifi's question unhappy. Everyone is unresponsive because they are not hearing.

"It's going to be okay."

I answer instead. I thought I might be able to prove that I was communicating with you at this point, but anyway, that would be fine if everyone could convince me.

"Ah, well, keep Safina away from everyone and turn around. You and me, we're connected by transmission magic right now, and we're gonna get suspicions of leaking information from you."

"Oh, yes, I get it"

When I hear Safina's voice, I hear her running away. Now we're all set.

"… then the first question"

You're writing on paper. That's where Fifi's voice interrupts. Perhaps only Fifi and the leopard know the numbers.

"Uh, 1547."

"1547"

I answer the numbers I hear as they are.

"... Correct"

"" "Ooh." "

I heard applause from the field.

"… next, second question"

"46586732"

"465 is, uh... hey, hey, hey, early. Too many more numbers."

"I can't even tell you how many numbers. Mary is an idiot, right?

"I'm not stupid! I don't like the way you tell me!

"... concentrate on the experiment"

"Excuse me."

"I'm sorry"

Fifi has been paying attention to us for being out of line. She's the scary type when she pisses you off, so let's just follow her quietly.

"Uh-oh. 4658."

"4658"

"6732."

"6732"

"... Correct"

"" "Ooh, ooh, ooh" "

More cheer and applause.

"… final problem"

"584758698309586"

"Seriously, you have too many numbers! I told you to slow down."

"I'm sorry, I'm a little teary."

"You're involved in my mental problems, do it seriously"

I advise the leopard in a low voice.

"Yes. Uh 58475 '

"58475"

"86983"

"86983"

"09586"

"09586"

"… correct. Mary and the leopard are still able to communicate with the will beyond accurately mentioning all these numbers"

To Fifi's words made me so happy that I wanted to jump up. sentencing, is in the mood of being acquitted. Well, I've never been tried...

Tütte hands on from me softly.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Something to doubt the lady."

"Ah, it's fine, I don't care..."

I looked back and tried to show a bitter laugh, and I was gnawed. It was that dungeon that I used to tease and do with Magilka in front of the prince that Tütte used to do.

"Hey, hey, Tütte"

"I doubt what the lady has to say, as much as I worry about her. Sorry! I'm sorry, lady!

Speaking of which, I thought that Tütte had taught me what a dugout was, and I wasn't even willing to be angry at her for crying and still apologizing.

"Face up, Tütte. You weren't just worried about me for you. It's a bit of a mistake. Some of the guys laughed, and you seriously worried about me. Thanks, Tütte."

"Uncle, come on."

Tütte, with his face up, looked terrible in tears. I guess I regretted what I did so far. I'm glad to hear that, though I may be rude. To an important maid who takes me so seriously......

"That's a good story. I'm gonna cry for your sister."

As the leopard came over here impressed, he licked the raised tutte's cheek with a pepper.

"Pi!"

Tütte solidifies into a cock cock in too many events.

"Hey, hey, Tütte's surprised! Don't do anything weird!

I hold a hardened tutte and show a bare gesture of protecting it from the leopard and getting rid of it with a sissy hand. The leopard walked away from us a little bit in a "yes, yes" way.

"... will-communication understood. but I wonder why you can only do it with Master Mary,"

You were thinking something. Fifi's coming to us.

(Sure, you doubt that)

"... Dear Mary, he said he could hear you but what's it like"

"Out of the way... you know, like transmission magic, it feels like a voice echoing in your head? Like."

'That's right. Mine is beyond the magic of transmission. "

The leopard proudly interrupts the conversation.

"I'm telling you it's beyond magic."

I'll tell Fifi that as it is.

"… Read. Unlike the magic of transmission, I've read it in books with special magic of illusions that are conversable with anyone and even any race, not with a specific opponent."

I'm not sure if you're surprised because it's faceless, but this leopard seems to be using a great deal of magic.

He said, "We can't hear you."

Sphere notices and asks Fifi.

"Oh, that's a lot of restrictions because I'm afraid I'm a god beast. God beast, look, I have a divine image, so I don't know if I can pomp around talking to you. '

(Sure, if you hear this kind of ~ conversation, the majesty of the god beast is a piece of wood dust)

"There are limits to the beast."

I conveyed to everyone the words of the leopard, even though I was frightened.

"Yes, yes. ♪ In my case, I have to be a pureblood first ~"

"In the case of these leopards, they must be of pureblood race."

"... that is, not in sub or demonic tribes such as beasts and elves"

Fifi and Sphere drop their shoulders disappointingly on my words. I recall Emilia saying that the god beast was silent because of it.

"And then, uh, you have to be someone who can handle more than five-class magic."

"Then, good..."

I panicked to keep my mouth shut. Everyone stares at me wondering how I am.

(No, this is very bad. I can't be honest with you, and if I cut the story here, then why doesn't it sound like a tutte or safina? Are you deluding me by saying it's a matter of magic? Oh, but if I see Magilka or something, and I can't hear her or something, I'm going to get into the mud)

"Hey, let's go this way"

I invite the leopard to be choosy and away from everyone. You seem to have a habit of hiding when you tell a secret story even though it only sounds to me.

"Anything else? Is there no other reason?

"What else? Ah! And there was a special case, so we could have a conversation without question."

"What, is that?

"Recognized by God, Virgin. Or saints or brave men. '

"Shh, shh!

Expectations are the answers to my back. I accidentally voiced them. They all look at this one surprised.

"Oh, haha, it's nothing. Oh ho ho."

"... Now I hear the word" Virgin "for sure.

Fifi moves his ears and whispers to everyone.

(Damn, you're a well-eared beast tribe. Again, this can only be deluded by magic problems. Wow, I don't know why I'm the only one... I think I accidentally had a frequency... hmm? Frequency?)

Here I have found a great excuse in a sense, as I have received the divine revelation.

"You know, everybody. Apparently there are people who can and cannot hear due to some high magic and frequency issues. Somehow, there are people who don't fit the frequencies, and it just so happens that I'm the only one with magic and frequency channels that I hear."

It is very painful to lie to everyone, but I tell myself that it is better than "I can handle more than five levels of magic, so I can hear you" or "I can hear you because you are a Virgin".

(Okay, perfect excuse! I want to praise myself!

I posed gutsy in my heart. But everyone who hears my excuses for the synagogue looks poka-ng somehow.

"... Dear Mary"

"I wonder what?

Answer because Fifi asks with no expression.

"... shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?

(I guess from there!

I don't realize I'm using the language of modern science from my previous life as an excuse, and it's about to sink. Though, say so yourself, I didn't know what frequency was either.

"... a very interesting word. Explain it in detail."

(Damn, I wonder why technologists like this never get tired of attacking me with an exploratory mind. Heh, yeah - so I hope you take it without question. Well, thanks to that exploration, I can't say anything either because my wet mouth is clear)

I greet Fifi with a tight smile as she stuffs with Jirijiri. It was already a cold sweat daze inside.

"More than that, be careful. Yikes! That man's not where he was. Whoa! He's trying to get to the main room that Non is building. Stop it!

When I was worried about what to do, Giltz, in a taro state, came out of the room and raised his voice.

(This could be a chance to tell this story! Thanks, Grandpa! Thank you, God!

I look around with all my chances. Then there was one man walking with Yolo Yolo. I thought I could move with that wound, but he was dressed as a priest, and he's a man of the ecclesiastical kingdom. It's not strange to be able to use one or two of the restorative magics. Plus something like a pin was falling under his feet, so he probably used the recovery item as well. Still badly damaged, or just someone who was a bug breath turned into a seriously injured person. You can't fight us with that.

"Mr. Giltz, what do you mean by fate!

"You're right. It was a prototype that I made for you Dubzars. Based on that, research is the work of fate. This Giltz is a generation of work!

Giltz filled pieces that have produced numerous treasure grade weapon items that have been said to have nothing lined up and honored. Besides, they basement such noisy things as supermassive exterminator engineer weapons. Yabata gets pumped.

Me and Safina rush after him.

A young man entered the room for dozens of seconds, and we rushed into the room as well. Inside the room are the remains of some experimental results, objects that may be in the process of being made, paintings of some kind on tons of materials. It's scattered all over the place. And one of them, the young man stood in front of a large box.

"Huh, huhahaha! Is this it, or is this the work of Giltz all over who kept making that best magic weapon? Fuhihi, now we're all going to kill them!

The young man zeroed a laugh like his head had been (a), gazed at the contents of the box with his blood-running eyes, and stuck his hand in it and took the contents out and held them up.

…………

A section of the room is surrounded by silence.

raised by a young man. That's what people's heads say (?) It's a bit of a horror in the sense that it also looks like but isn't crafty or somehow feels like a poor sketch in 3D as it is.

Only one thing I could say was certain that it was a crap that was unlikely to do any good as a weapon.

"... hey, what's this?

My breath is constantly desperate to get here, and I'm not sure what I finally got my hands on. Head (?) It was a crap. Well, I can't help but react like that. The young man throws away the crap he had and fishes the contents, but all of this is still similar.

"... no"

The young man goes to another box, even though he flutters with the yolo. And I looked inside, and I was shaking. Perhaps there was something similar in there just now.

"What the... this. This is... a collection of guys who kept making the best weapon items... and... Ha, ha..."

What I took out was an obscure shaped hand like a little kid would draw. The young man falls back with a yowl as he shows a dry laugh and falls without force as he lays his back on the wall.

(Ahhh, something is gradually getting to me...)

I completely lost my temper. Confirm him. I look behind me and tell Fifi to take the mastermind. And the Sphere was instructed to detain young people. He has no more eye focus and is empty, until he remains restrained with his back hand by her. And Sphere left to hold him and throw him out of the room. As an alternative, Fifi immediately takes on the glue-wrapped gilts and brings them this far. And then he threw it down in front of me.

"Well, Mr. Giltz. Can you leave your apprentice, Mr. Fifi, alone, hang out with those people and tell us what the hell you were doing here?

I put my arms together and looked down at the glue-wrapped potato bug Giltz as Jen royally stood.

"Well, then, Dabzar asked me to be super large..."

"Such a hiding place is good. I'm asking about my destiny."

Out of sight of me, where did the prestige go when we met, Giltz, who is completely atrophied. Was I even doing something I couldn't tell you?

I mostly walk out and even go to the box the young man was fishing for earlier. And I took out one crap that was inside.

"Look at the position of each part. Wow, you can see it in people's faces."

When I put it a lot, Giltz shook his body with gibberish.

"Plus the material written in this dirty letter." To use Mithril Ore and make it semi-permanent, honey skin, "as it says," I can read it. "

I take a piece of paper and shake it hilariously as I look through it. Then again Giltz shook his body with gibberish.

"… Master. What have you really made since you started all this noise?"

Pushing the head of Giltz the potato worm at both ends, he held it up and Fifi stared at its face. It's faceless, but its aura is cold. And Giltz's eyes were swimming with cold sweat running down his whole body feeling like a toad wrapped in a mirror on all sides sweating.

"... Master"

"You tried to make a golem out of magic technology. Ah!

You can't stand Fifi's pressure anymore. Giltz finally Gerot.

"Golem?"

"Oh, yeah! Normally, magicians could only use their magic formations to create that golem with their imagination and magic. If you succeed, you can exist longer than magic. It's a noble, historic attempt."

Giltz was right. So far the Golem can only be made by magicians. And because it maintains it with magic, it collapses when it cuts, so to speak, it's a disposable substitute. If you make that technically, it could be the birth of a robot where you say it in your previous life. Sure, it may be great, but I couldn't honestly praise this grandfather.

"Mr. Giltz. 'Of what' golem?

I had noticed that there was a painting of Toya in the scattered material. It is a part painting of a girl's body of a flattering young beast man......

"Go, the golem is the golem... more or less"

"You said you built a supermassive exterminator engineer weapon as a prototype of ambition. It was a golem development by that great magician, wasn't it? Yet it's not about failure or anything, but about abandoning it unfinished, and what has it made of a generation of principal?

I make Toya's paintings look hilarious and girth. There's a safina and a sphere I was holding back nearby.

"That's right, Dear Mary, that's cool," he said orally, "after all, it looks like Elizabeth," but let's just say we didn't hear the Sphere dialogue.

"... Master... what are you hiding over this period"

To his grandfather, who was deluding something, Fifi put his strength into the hand he was grasping. On Giltz's head, where the mistletoe and some nasty noise rang, he rushed out blue, and finally noticed.

"... Nekomi, no, no! You wanted to make an ideal cat ear made golem. Ah!

Giltz's confession echoes into the room.

Thus, at the beginning of this case, a generation of ambitions of the magic engineer Giltz brightened with nothing lined up to the best of the demonic world involved in numerous conspiracies.