Kuishinbo Elf

Sneaking away from the feast of chaos, which bursts with flames of jealousy, I had come all the way out of town with a lonely atmosphere.

There is currently no one here. That too, because the inhabitants of the town are in the middle of a feast in Filimisia Central Park.

In the meantime, one of the actors in the Langsten Hero War was out of the banquet ring, watching the white fairies descend with one flirtatious.

"... you"

"Ah."

He was a dragon with peaches, an ally and the biggest rival, a sigurd of the Garndragon.

He has lonely eyes and looks at the little snow coming down. It's as if there's something overlapping that figure.

I don't ask why you're in such a corner. Because it will come out for as many reasons as possible. I silently take out a large amount of meat from Free Space and present it to Sigurd.

Juju and I made noise because we kept the grill in a clean (free space).

Maybe this guy prefers raw meat, but then he decides to put his hands on it because he doesn't feel like I took the trouble to treat him at all.

In short, I wanted self-satisfaction. That's just it.

"Is this an imposition?

"No, I've come to fulfill my promise."

"Right."

Let us not forget that we promised Sigurd during the war of liberation of Tiari. Because someday I was supposed to treat him to the infinite meat of Freibex.

After that battle, Sigurd had disappeared and remained unable to fulfill his promise, but this time with Mr. Okuma's mediation, Sigurd would also participate in the feast, and he thought he would take a ride on this and fulfill his promise.

Mr. Okuma is in Filimisia Central Park, and his best friend Tosmu is drinking beer. Mr. Tosmu's wife, Michelle, also said she made it through the fight safely, which means the celebration.

But the speed at which they drink is unusual. They would surely be a hangover course.

Because the case has been seen everywhere, healers at the healers' association take care of the drunks at the venue's waiting area without drinking.

Mr. Thrust would have liked a drink too...... well, I can't help but say that this is also a healer's job.

"It'll be a treat"

The huge sticky meat I cooked hard in front of Sigurd's eyes with the hokahoka and hot air is a confident piece I cooked. It's not like I know how many times it's been in Liot's way.

"Fuki-yu! Fuki-kun!

"Nikuuuuuuuuuu!

"Guns Rock! Coming!

"Yea! Go back to your sanity!

At first, I had him defended by Fokbelt and Guns Rock, but it's not working very well. Many times they preyed on Freibex's infinite meat.

Even if you change the place and cook, you will be next door as soon as you realize where to sniff it from.

It's been a while since the boulder has cleared me up... Let's go to the roof or I'll be in a state where I don't have to be ashamed to summon the Cavalry of Saint Light to defend the infinite meat of Freibex being cooked.

"Nyah."

but no! This idiot who turned into a bulimic beast became a [shiny stuffed animal] and flexed the Mikaels! It sucks! But it's cute!

I usually don't do this kind of trick, but I take the last resort to Liot, who doesn't mind shaping when food hangs.

It is a convocation of militant classmates. There is no mercy for this rare beast.

"No, no, no! I don't mind killing you!

"Eh!? on the boulder. That's no good!

"Whoa, whoa! Not to the point of not dying!

"If I destroy my limbs...... YEAH YEAH!? I can't destroy them!?"

"Whoa, whoa!

"Couscous, this is a tough opponent"

Attack magic is disturbed and shockwaves ravage even the atmosphere. In the midst of its overwhelming vortex of violence, the shining plume rushes around endlessly.

What mobility, I've only seen it in comics like running walls. And he said his body dramatically shrinks because of the lack of shine and the attack doesn't hit him at all. It's no trouble.

Ah!? Chairman Merche's pants! Shit, we're in big trouble! I can see her big ass!

"" "Welcome!!" "

"Nooooo!?"

Even the classmates we called to stop him forced a struggle on Liot, who turned into a beast.

Why can't Liot make the most of this power... I don't see this.

"Delicious."

"Oh, well, eat more and more"

I remember the past and had white eye cramps, but when I heard the siggle delicious, I went back to sanity. His lavish eating has made my belly squeak, and I have not been ashamed to demand the infinite meat of Freibex.

Because this was predicted, I take out the small corned meat I cooked for myself and sit next to the sigurd and bite it.

The meat that tamed the various spices with the golden distribution beat me relentlessly into the flood of fragrance and gravy. This is also thanks to the spices I got in the prison flame labyrinth.

The surface of the crunchy meat is perfect for teeth. However, when some pressure is applied, the teeth are thoroughly accepted and pierced. And the softer meat in it pleasantly embraces the intruder while overflowing with sensual gravy.

And if you chew and chop the meat lavishly, it's paradise from there. The more you chew, the more gravy will overflow.

If I didn't swallow it quickly, I would be shocked to realize that the juice from my mouth was spilling flavorfully when I was gripped by the desire to taste and indulge in more.

Take this as a lesson and bite the meat again. And repeat the same mistake.

I can't stop anymore, every time I bite the meat, the primitive joy moves my mouth apart from my will. There is incredible power in the hands that grasp the flesh when no one takes it.

Eventually, the infinite meat of Freibex, which was as good as my head, was beautifully refreshed and delivered into my stomach.

I said it was smaller, but it was only a story compared to the saggy meat presented to Sigurd.

By the way, I hardly season the infinite meat of Freibex cooked for sigurd. It was just carefully baked.

Still, this meat is a terrible ingredient because it is delicious.

After the meal, Sigurd and I exchanged words with Poop, Poop. It's an interrupted, clumsy conversation. The story began with the encounter and told each other what had happened to this day.

Sigurd was still made to make it, for peaches. I am struck by his clumsy kindness, and by his hot friendship.

Sigurd was also deafening to my words. No reply, but he shows a serious attitude of missed word by word.

And the conversation broke off. It is also a testament to the fact that what needs to be told is exhausted.

The fluttering winter fairies, they're drawn to our warmth, melt away, come down from the sky again, and come beneath us.

Take those winter fairies in the palm of your hand. After all, they vanished with a glimmer of brilliance. But leave the remnants behind.

I grip it. Sigurd opened his meditating eyes.

"" Let's settle ""

It was that word that came out of our mouths. I had no doubt. It's an emotion I've been smoking in the back of my mind for a long time, there's no way I can contain it.

Ironically, I resent the fact that it was the tiger bear boy who saw it through. But he's right. With all this emotion, it would be och to be challenged by tiger bear children with the sigurd in return.

"I want you."

"Me too, Sigurd. I want you."

We killed each other twice, helped each other twice, and ate and talked together. The answer I gave at the end is [settle]. I have no regrets.

I have certainly thought about the future of walking with Sigurd. But everything about me denied it. My soul is crying out that my relationship with him is not accustomed to each other.

We got up. The place of the duel, the time hasn't been told. But we understood that instinctively.

That's where we first confronted that day, and time.

The two turned their backs without exchanging words. One goes to town, one goes on each other's path to the sky. Have faith in yourself.

Tomorrow, on Mowsink Hill, I'm going to make my last settlement with Sigurd. It's [a wild battle]. Now it will be in the stomach of one of the survivors.

Led by a white light that illuminated the darkness, I returned to the feast alone.