Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

"Well, are you done"

Fragments scattered around him burned out carefully. Coconobi breathed one breath and lowered his alert one step.

The fox ears, who constantly cared and continued to defy each other, feel fatigued and only heavy in the heart. She looked around in the center of the land, rightly scorched, rubbing and solving it into.

The blast site that beat the flame was buried. Every fuse lime has also been wound up and evaporated, so it has become a crater for a few meters.

The ground is already very different from the original leafy soil. The ground, which was like a carpet, is unnecessarily textured.

The ground, which was sounding and burning, gradually returned to its original colour, but the rotten soil was no longer there. Blunt-colored ash and shimmering glass covered the surface.

In ceramics, plant ash may be dissolved in water and coated with glass or metal by applying and baking it.

Apparently something similar to that happened with it sticking up on the ashes and solidifying them.

"The dirt is getting heavy."

Coconobi tried to crawl out of the crater as it was, but in a small body it was also a struggle.

And if I finally got out of it, her sight expanded amazingly. Until recently, the tree that covered most of my vision almost burned down.

Eroded by the fuse lime, the trees that were already lazy were probably pulled down by the effects of collecting flames or burned at once by the flames of herds. Remaining burnt or burnt out charcoal is rolling over there.

The woods, which were all-you-can-hide, have turned into burning wilderness with a glimpse of the surrounding area, and I just have one figure of myself.

I may have overdone this while I was there.

How long the hell will it take for this place to return to its original woods, even with the power of demons, which have burned away without even leaving the roots of the plants behind?

Though I don't know what else to do, I think I might have had a little more to do.

"... sorry"

Coconobi out of the crater bowed his head to the bodies of deer that became charcoal and to the trees.

But how long the hell should I keep my head down?

I know what to apologize for and what's natural when I do something wrong. But I also remembered being thrown away saying sorry and don't think everything would be forgiven.

Especially when you fight something like this, or when you hurt someone, it's mostly heard from somewhere.

My father and bees are kind, so they never call me spicy words, and they serve as a shield to protect me from my surroundings. Only when we were together did any murmur get whispered.

But still, voices inadvertently cast from the shadows never disappeared from their ears. It still seems like a voiceless voice similar to that is pointing reprimands at itself.

I could have done as much as I wanted for physical pain, but I still didn't know how to enjoy this kind of pain, which stings in my chest.

And that's when. A gust of wind swept through the side.

"It's okay. Enough already"

It was Nato who told me that and made me look up.

The fire went out and the battle sounds interrupted, so I guess I came to see how it went.

Earlier, she even blamed the bark for burning, but she didn't say anything when she caught sight of the tragedy that made one side burn wilderness, and she didn't even whisk her brow.

On the contrary, she stroked Coconobi's head with her face raised.

The work is irresistible. It's as if we've just moved on from foresight archery to our first challenge, and the comfort caressed is the difference between cloud mud and the touch that my father is likely to melt.

But such an unfamiliar appearance crept into my mind the other way around.

Elves have fewer children because of their susceptible physique to having immature children, and lack the opportunity to touch each other. Care for a child would not come naturally to mind.

Yet it seemed quite special to me to give this consideration.

(... are you concerned about me?

As I was caressed my head clumsily when I thought so, I felt my wonders and anxieties disappear.

"You had a slime over there."

"... ahh. Ahhh..."

After a while Nato stopped his hand and looked at the crater. Unfortunately, Coconobi spoke out, but she wouldn't even notice if she wasn't used to it.

Something bothered her, and Nato walked down into it.

She doesn't look like she's looking for an enemy.

Instead of letting his gaze wander without a guess, his gaze gradually began to aim for one place, like a dog trying to track the smell.

In less than a dozen seconds, it is at the heart of the crater that the perfectly stopped gaze sees. Nato walked over there.

But Coconobi doesn't really know what that means. I did disable the fuse lime shards. There is no doubt that the nucleus was definitely destroyed.

Nato is just being overly alert because he has no combat experience -?

Though that's what I thought, her expression doesn't look like just vigilance.

"Is Slime still here?

"Yeah, yeah. Your father and bee are the bigger ones to deal with. These are just shards."

"If one is two, it's not weird that two is three."

"... you mean what I baked might still leave some other split? I'm sure there's nothing wrong with that."

That arrowtip, Nato's chant, which I tried to say was no problem, got in the way.

The green tattoo open to the air immediately calls for the wind, tracing the movement of the hand waved by the nato to blow the ground.

"There are several water veins around here. And the marks that came through."

The ground scratched by the wind had been decided as if it had been paid for with giant hook claws.

There's something like a hole in the street made by a mite as thick as a finger stretching the road underground. It's obvious what made the hole this way more than the body of the fuse lime was here.

It has no fangs, no nails, and although it is a soft slime of viscosity that I have no choice but to swallow my opponent, this soil is slightly damp, and I guess it is soft enough to stain and move on.

Coconobi stares closely at it, too.

"I see. You were stretching branches into the groundwater vein,"

The next moment when Coconobi pointed his finger at that hole, the inside of the hole was full of fire and he blew the flame up to knee height.

This was totally missed, but she doesn't look like she cared. The flames just now also seem to have only a precaution and a degree of consideration.

"Don't worry about it. The fuse lime cannot live without the nucleus and the viscosity connected. In addition, the size of the nucleus is also proportional to the strength of the law. If even if you were making a split, if passing this degree of body was the limit, your strength wouldn't be enough to fear. Either it decays naturally or you're done eating all over the forest demons. Above all, that will not bear fruit or increase abnormally unless under the sun. By the time you get out of the groundwater, you won't even be able to form your body anymore. It's a creature that eats its prey and then bears fruit and grows its nucleus to become more powerful."

Though Cubi tried to say so, Nato's expression remains harsh as to whether he still has concerns.

"There's a rip valley ahead where the water runs out. Besides, there are villages that pump up that water as well more ahead of time. I can't leave you alone."

"Really? So am I."

I grabbed Nato's sleeve and tried to stop him, which seemed like he would soon leave with a wind leap, but Coconobi would let go and get away with it in an unexpectedly creeping dizziness.

Though he can use all that power, he's still an immature child, both physically and mentally. I guess I can't force that.

The gaze that was poured still where it was, then he was carrying a word of pointing out that it was impossible.

"I'm fine. And it's dangerous to jump with people."

"But Hughes Lime can't be looked at sweetly. Anyway, if you're a demon, if you're as weak as a human being, you should be able to eat."

"You can fight at a distance. I haven't looked sweetly at Slime, so it's okay."

flesh and plants, and the body of a stubborn demon. I understood the difference without having to compare it.

Besides, from a distance, I watch a battle between Coconobi and Hugheslime. I wasn't going to fight that monstrous slime properly against my opponent.

You just stay away and aim only at the nucleus by law from afar. Even the laws of the wind were sufficient for a small slime opponent.

"Wait here. I don't think this place that Doriad allowed would be attacked by demons..."

"Don't worry about that. It's a mixture of demons."

Instead, I'm worried to tell you with my gaze, but Nato stroked his head and jumped away.

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By Nato, the Rift Valley is not so far from the land where Coconobi fought.

It is a valley of vertical holes, like the one made of ground fracture, hundreds of meters long and thirty meters wide to the opposite bank.

Nato jumped straight into the valley as the wind jumped from branch to branch of the tree, cushioning and landing the newly created upward airflow.

According to Elf's old man's story, this used to be a cave where groundwater flowed and misrills and silver ore could be taken.

I also remember hearing that the golems who live there have dug and built the path that leads to the minerals where the Ore of Mithril exists.

There are several such caves nearby, but the Golems say that only cavities will be left to disappear somewhere with the ore if the cave is widened as far as possible. That caused the ceiling to collapse due to deterioration over time, and what we could do is crack the ground like it is today.

"The plant demon... is not there?

In this sea of trees in Vieja, there is an infinite number of demons that look like plants, like Trento. If there is one that looks like a tree, there is even a demon that takes the appearance of a snail wrapped around a tree or a tree.

It takes a lot of training to get rid of those things, but apparently they weren't in this place.

Fortunately for this, Nato looked around and found a tear in the wall where the water poured out a little.

There is a fishing bell-shaped vertical hole about ten meters in diameter at the end of this rift, and groundwater flows out of its walls.

She made her way there as soon as possible.

Regardless, when entering the darkness, proceed with great attention to the sounds and signs.

"... I was already there"

If I tried to get through the rift, the front wall was slightly mixed with running water, and I could see black viscosity on it.

That doesn't even show a lot of movement, although it covers some area like a black paint punched on a wall.

"Because I can't get a sun...?

Speaking of which, only where the sun is hitting is this slime going to assimilate the law - at a terrible rate.

Nato, who seemed to be inferior to the decent slime, was also clapping.

But just in case, don't get too close.

At a distance of more than five meters, he gazed at where the nucleus of the enemy was.

and then.

I heard a callus and some kind of noise.

As soon as he was on his guard, Nato ran his eyes and explored the signs around him. But back and forth, left and right - nothing. Then when I tried to pinch my thoughts from where the hell, I noticed a distorted shadow overlapping in my shadow.

"Eu escrevo isto Lagrima!

Reflectively releasing the deceit from the law overhead. Then it would have stuck to the ceiling, a spider the size of which was likely to be held in with both hands was amputated.

If the reaction had been slightly delayed, it could have been bitten with a poison needle. But now I feel safe.

That's what she thought - suddenly, something could play in the spider all the time.

Splashed up body fluids or something splashes, and Nato aggressively shields his face with his left hand.

"Ouch!?

The splashed hand hurt properly as if it had even been sprayed with venom.

Turning to what the hell was going on, Nato lost his word. There was something black on the back of his hand, assimilating it to the skin, trying to root it out.

"I can't believe I was parasitic to spiders..."

Nato, who bit his teeth saying he was too cautious about his appearance, shredded off the back of his own hand without hesitation when he took the knife he was wearing on his hips.

They even scrape the middle phalanx and cartilage surfaces with the skin, but the belly couldn't replace the back.

Fortunately, they weren't yet eroded until below the skin, and there's no viscous mixing in the red blood.

But that wasn't the end of the anomaly.

Apparently, the splash I could play wasn't just received by my hand. Even my forehead and cheeks hurt, and I can see some black viscosity on my clothes.

"Ku......!

Legally skipped the spider's corpse backwards and slammed it against the wall. I don't want to get any more surprises from that.

As Nato twitched and retracted as he bit his teeth wondering if all the painful places would have to be snuffed off with the law and knife, he realized that there was no exit that should have come behind him.

No, the exit is there to be exact. However, it was curtained with dripping black fluidity nets.

That's not all.

If I looked closely around me, I could see the body of the fuse slime staining out of the entire wall, and there was something black with the shadows on most of the wall.

Instead of the shards of the fuse lime, it seems a significant amount was flowing here. However, only the dark spot and the lack of growth of the nucleus itself seem to make the erosion of the organism much lower than before.

But still, this amount was bad.

There's a viscosity on the wall, and this is like a bird cage already made of viscosity. There is also viscosity near the ceiling hole, arguably the only exit, but that escape route is an obvious trap.

Now Nato can still live because he's in the shadows. She backs down trying to put the wall behind her, but there's the viscosity there again.

There is downpouring sunlight in the center, and viscosity crawls on the walls.

This is what I meant to worry about until that coconovie was excessive. Not so horrible, etc.

Nato cursed his indiscretion now that there was only a crisis to go either way.