Kuishinbo Elf

◆ ◆ ◆ Ertina ◆ ◆ ◆

"Oh no... you can't handle it!?

"I can't do this. There's nothing we can do about it."

A room with a golem guild.

Mussel and Chige were lying there.

School class's over, straight to the Golem Guild, me and Pruhl.

Officials will be guided to this location.

But on the way, Pruhl said he needed something and went to another room.

When you open the old type of automatic door just a little bit and enter the room,

The unique smell of mechanical oil stuck to my nose.

Apparently, that's the adjustment room for the golem,

I don't really know how to use it. There is a narrow line of demonstrators in season.

There were Mussels and Chigues.

There's tons of wiring connected to Mussels and Chigues lying on a large sleeping table,

by Dukan Duranda, the golem guild master they

It was carefully adjusted.

Seeing that neither of us moves Pickley seems to be sleeping.

"Hello, Mr. Dukan"

"... oh, you've come a long way. Well, sit in this chair over here."

Mr. Dukan came into the room, checking on me.

I leaned down just a little bit unwell,

I've been instructed to sit in a simple chair in my room.

And when you put the spanner you were holding quietly on your desk,

He groans, too, "Dusty," and sits in a chair facing me.

Somehow, his face was such a harsh look that he would not normally see it.

After he shut himself up for a while.

I've been making some serious reports that I can't really hear.

I was very suspicious of what I was hearing.

This thing is called genius, Doctor Momo,

Even Dukan Duranda, the engineer of previous years, can't solve it.

"Unfortunately... we can't do anything about all this.

I'm sorry, but we have to accept it as it is. "

"But you said it was okay! Not much of this!!

I bark my voice with impenetrable anger,

I accidentally held my mouth down with my hand when I realized how loud my voice was.

My high voice sounds a lot in a room where there's only two of us.

Mussels and chickens sleep quietly next door. I was hesitant to wake you up.

"There's no reason to be angry, then you've crossed the limit.

If we cross the limits.

He said he knew it would be irrevocable. "

"Damn......!

I stared at Mussel and Chige.

You look like you have no heart or a stern face.

They grew more and more after the battle.

I was delighted to have complicated feelings about it.

In particular, the degree of growth of chickens has something to keep an eye on.

Very timid and heartfelt, he was spending time alone in a prison flame labyrinth.

There is such a past that he has lived and endured by falsifying himself.

But as a result of meeting us and shooting our courage at us,

He broke his shell with his own hands.

And he got a new world. Gentle but serene days.

Sometimes things happen dangerously.

He got over it with the courage and effort he got.

I don't know how much time he spent in the prison flame labyrinth.

But I believe the time you spent with us, even if it's shorter, is better than that.

Time... time.

If I could roll back the time, I'd meet a tiger sooner,

I should have taken him out of that miserable place.

"... time is cruel."

"Oh... time will take everything"

We leaned over and shut up.

The sound of the clock needle progressing carves up when it rings.

I saw the damaged chest armor of the tiger on the corner of my desk.

My chest ached with tickles.

He was on the battlefield even though he was not a man to fight.

Wouldn't I be forcing him to?

But... I...

How long would you have done that?

Mr. Dukan stood up as he had decided,

I brought the pot that I had on my desk.

"Sorry...... it turned out to be a regular boiled egg instead of a semi-ripe boiled egg"

"Ugh... half ripe! I told you it was delicious and half ripe!!

"No, I'm really sorry. I'm just adding a little help.

I forgot to stop the fire. "

Time is really cruel.

A little time lapse can be deadly.

The time that has passed will never go back,

As a result... it was irrevocable.

Like this boiled egg.

Those yellows aren't coming home anymore... they're not coming.

... Oh, yeah. Let the tiger slow down for a while.

After the fierce battle, I've been told to rest!

"Don't give me that serious look, eater.

Look, I'll boil something else, so fix your mood. "

The pull looked frightened and came into the adjustment room.

Just a little bit in that hand. In the recessed pan.

It contains a lot of boiled egg-like objects,

Wouldn't you be rocking the puffiness and its pure white body?

Apparently, their hard shells are peeled. I feel good about it.

I took one of those boiled eggs and carried them to my mouth nervously but carefully.

How about a little yellow overflowing from a pale white body? Hello.

Didn't you final fusion with white in my mouth!!

"This is the yellow body of victory!

I stood up and posed unexpectedly.

Yes, this is what I was looking for!!

Pale white is not enough.

I said, "Oh, my God. I just put my own yellow body together."

I'm not sure my mouth feels crispy.

But it shouldn't even be raw yellow.

The flavor ingredients are activated by heating.

Therefore, boiling a semi-ripe boiled egg is a serious battle.

Other than going to add something along the way.

"You really change people when it comes to food."

"Plump cum... because I'm getting life for food

It's a natural duty to eat deliciously. "

Regardless, cook the boiled eggs that have turned into kachikachi deliciously.

Crush it roughly and tangle it with homemade mayonnaise to make it a sandwich utensil.

If it's mayonnaise, it should work perfectly.

Apart from that, why don't you slice it thin and pinch it together?

Maybe the texture can change.

Let's add avocado to make it richer. Must be good for eating.

Mmm, to get more texture.

What about adding boiled puffy shrimp?

Then it's hard to throw away the addition of fresh lettuce of shaki-shaki.

Yeah, I'd love some sliced tomatoes to add acidity.

I'm sure the colour picking will also be beautiful.

Maybe an onion sliced as spicy or something.

Broiled lightly should leave you with just the right amount of spiciness.

I also want to devise a bread to pinch when I get here.

It would be very nice to apply butter and bake one side to give it a fragrance.

... and Shit!

It gets thicker than it gets in my mouth when I get here!

Unfortunately, I don't approve of the sandwiches that have grown so far.

Because it's only easy to get it to your mouth.

Because I think I can get enough sandwiches.

Though it is true that thick sandwiches that use knives and forks are also attractive.

I'm used to being a common man, and I like easy sandwiches.

"Duh, what's wrong? You look like shit."

"I was thinking about how to sandwich"

Mr. Dukan called out when he saw me shivering with puffiness.

Apparently, my passion for sandwiches was leaking.

Let's be careful in public.

"After all, boiled eggs are limited to salt"

"Fukiyun, I can stay that way,

I like olive oil and a little salt. "

Care must be taken not to hang too much.

If you hang too much, the lead will turn into olive oil.

Let's not forget that the lead is boiled eggs.

"Do I like honeyed objects?

"" First ""

"What?"

"" Huh?

Pruhl cummed out the fact of the shock.

Honey for boiled eggs......!? Are you serious?

No, not really... maybe they mix a little soy sauce in the honey.

Then I can concede a hundred steps and be convinced. I sure hope so.

"Prl...... is that honey mixed with soy sauce?

"Yeah, just like that, huh?

"" Ooh. "

Me and Mr. Dukan looked up to heaven.

Does she recognize boiled eggs as sweets?

I do use eggs for sweets, but I would hardly use boiled eggs.

There are also dishes that only soak yellow in honey.

Pulu is dobbering honey directly from the top of his white body.

I don't want to call something sweet with honey hanging from boiled eggs.

"Prl...... horrible daughter!

The look on my face and on Mr. Dukan's face.

Pulu proceeded to eat the boiled eggs just plain hung with honey.

I tried to keep her out of my sight,

Ask again why Mr. Dukan called me.

"Um, I don't care if I tell you the story.

Because I've almost finished servicing my mussels and chickens and caring for my golem core.

We're talking about picking it up.

It's just that Mussel hasn't been impotent lately.

The golem core is overloaded.

Or look at him like he's too unscrupulous. "

"Fuki-yun, okay"

He's right, there's something wrong with Mussel here these days.

Somehow, I feel like I'm in a hurry to act.

Probably thinking about me, but there's nothing good to rush.

I would snort on the spot even if I said or pointed it out...

"I wonder who you resembled?

……

Mr. Dukan and Pruhl have been staring at my face jizzily.

And I noticed.

"... sorry, it's me"

"You're conscious."

The reason for Mussel's death was that he realized it was me. Fukiyun.