Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

A lot has happened over the last three years.

The days of repeated journeys from city to city, somehow avoiding a proper path during that journey and taking a path without a steep path.

I followed you when I got to the city. So, the days your husband, who unlocked alcohol, gets drunk.

I didn't have a day off physically or mentally.

Why, off the street.

The answer was largely predictable in the last three years.

Because your husband hates big people.

I'm going through a place where people don't see me.

I don't move my expression, but I can see I'm in a bad mood if the atmosphere makes me somewhat crowded or something.

Otherwise, I don't think I would use magic to delude myself.

Since when did your husband magically hide himself?

I've always been with you. I've been late to realize that, so I don't know how long I've been using that magic.

The magical effect of this is that you can only recognize your husband as "white".

They only get the feeling that it's white, unless someone with a good eye often observes it.

So even if you are different from people in the city, you only think of it as "white nah," and there are no facial details or accompanying thoughts.

Thanks to its effect, different people before using magic. Different people. It doesn't make things like everyone looks at cancer, and the damage has subsided to the extent that they lose interest immediately after looking at it.

I've already recognized your husband from the edge, so this magic doesn't seem to work.

To the extent that you use such magic, your husband hates humans.

Tends to avoid contact with people as much as possible.

Exceptions are me and Mr. Ariel, and Melazophis is better compared to a lot of others, but I feel slightly more cluttered about handling them than we are.

Are you saying you're ignoring half the existence?

and well, although we are not accumulated to be put on such an individual's likes and dislikes and rugged path, our strength and skills were improved by going on such a rugged path.

Maybe I was aiming for a little of this.

I've found out in the last three years that your husband is trying to train me hard.

I think I've gotten a lot stronger in the last three years.

I think, because we have not yet experienced a real battle, it is just data that we have seen objectively from our skills and status.

With Mr. Ariel's intimidation, the demons hardly ever come close, and bandits and stuff are going down a roadless road off the street, so we hardly encounter them.

Even if you do, your husband or Ariel will handle it immediately.

In three years I've grown stronger. Although I have a sense of consciousness, I still can't think of a vision that your husband and Mr. Ariel can beat.

That's all the two of them were unusually strong.

Your husband is the Holy Beast, and Mr. Ariel is the Demon King.

They showed me that there was no falsehood in that word.

Somewhere in my mind, I don't think I recognized that fact.

But the power between the two was real.

I had to admit that.

Appraisal doesn't tell the strength of the two of us.

Your husband is' not appraisable ', and Ariel is' appraised obstructed '.

I have extended my appraisal skill level to 9 in the last three years.

This is the result of practicing the struggle of your husband to boost his skill level by activating a constant appraisal, which leaked a polo in the booze seat.

When your husband gets drunk, he occasionally gives advice and tells stories about his past.

Although it's mostly unhelpful, some of the advice is really helpful.

The appraisal was one of them, and your husband said the appraisal saved his life many times.

So I also tried the constant appraisal activation that your husband did.

I thought it would break my head.

I got a terrible headache and I couldn't have activated the appraisal all the time after all.

Thanks to my many sticks to the full limit, I was able to acquire a new skill called divine realm expansion, but at that time I was on the verge of losing my mind, and not the other way around.

Thanks to such a continued struggle, I was able to rise to level 9 in a short period of three years.

Your husband said he raised his appraisal to level 10 in less than a year, but the criteria are strange, so I won't refer to them.

Your husband's past stories and advice must be heard in half.

Nothing, because your husband isn't lying, he's only about half way out of standard for reference.

What, you said you lava bathed and increased fire resistance, or you activated magic all the time to increase your skill level?

"Try" or something, but it would be about your husband who can do that.

Apparently, a place called the Great Labyrinth of Elroe was quite a demonic realm.

From a normal point of view, it's like you won't survive unless you even level up your uncharted husband.

I don't know how many times I've heard the phrase "I thought I'd die" in a booze seat.

I guess that's really all you've been thinking about dying for.

From there, I think I'm blessed right now.

It was because of your husband that I could live, and I was pretty unscrupulous, but because of you I was able to be strong there.

I don't have to thank you for that.

But, but!

I want you to give me a break from eating people's bodies with all the drunken momentum!

Why do I have to bet my body every night to play Death Fight!?

And all the battles lost!

Besides, in the morning, I forget about it Kellogg!

Why do you have to spend more dangerous nights in the city than outside the city where you don't drink!

Isn't that crazy!?

Oh, already.

If it weren't for that, I could honestly say thank you.

I can repair the part I lost with healing magic, but it won't go away until the fear and pain of being engraved.

At first it was just a lick, but that gradually became a sweet bite, and the strength of the bite grew slightly stronger, so that they could eventually take the meat.

I wonder how this happened.

Drinking alcohol these days always ends up being eaten somewhere.

Thanks to you, Mr. Ariel has been feathery enough to repeat a fierce battle every night that the inn would collapse if he hadn't tied the line.

Can you say this is one experience in action?

I'm still on level one.

We've been on a doozy journey like that, but we're finally going into the demonic realm.

While I was telling you something, I stuck with your husband and Mr. Ariel and decided to enter the Demon Nation.

Yeah, I stopped thinking about things in small brackets like people and demons.

Because I know for a fact that there are irrational beings in this world that are incomprehensible even when I think about them.

That's why we're here, and that's why we can do it in the Demonic realm.

I feel that way.