Kuro no Maou

Therefore, "Arm Strength (Vols Boost)" was activated.

I did.

"I didn't know the effect time would expire in two seconds..."

That's all the time my arm increased so explosively that it took me a larspun.

It is all too cost-effective that the magic that is so focused and activated with magic will only have an effect for just two seconds.

Speaking of which, Fiona is also capable of activating the magic of the reinforcement system, but I have heard that it consumes about twice as much as normal due to poor magic control.

Unlike attack magic, it doesn't mean that even magic is reflected in the enhancement (boost) effect, which really makes it just L.A.

That's why Fiona is in her original style of attacking magic specialization, and she's still not good at using enhanced magic because she doesn't have any users in the party.

Even now Fiona's struggles are sneaky. Sorry, I'll treat you to sushi and tempura when I get home...

Anyway, it means that I'm just like that right now, and I'm not at a level where I can stand a real fight at the very least.

"Ha, you mean you still need improvement"

But now we've crossed the first wall.

I'm sure this is how other adventurers will be able to use the power of protection on a stronger level

I guess.

So let's be honest and happy that we've been able to take a step forward here.

"Thank you. Thanks to Mr. Nell, we've got the trigger trick."

"No, it seems to have helped, more importantly"

And, on Mr. Nell's forehead, who rightly smiles at the angel, is sweating like a ball.

She was the one who indirectly activated 'Arm Enhancement (Vols Boost)' while passing through telepathically. Perhaps he got caught up in the aftermath of the magic that was in the mood for an outburst and drained it.

"Excuse me, is your body okay?

"I'm a little tired, but I'm perfectly fine!

I can feel healed everywhere by Mr. Nell's smile responding to the flames.

This healing level is comparable to the smile of the young girl Lily, don't be afraid, Avalon princess.

If you're soothing inside like that,

Cuoooo

and the tall sound sounded like a cute little animal ringing.

The source is Mr. Nell, whose abdomen smiles in front of him.

"Oh, su, excuse me!

At the next moment, Zhu gently gave it to her cheek, shaming this hungry menstrual phenomenon.

"No, it's - it's lunch time, so it's normal to be hungry."

Haha, what a proper reply, while the heartbeat just hits slightly at the adorability of the blushing princess.

Somehow, let's be ashamed. Girls are so destructive. Just a little belly bug. What is this much reaction?

luxuriously belly,

"You're hungry, Mr. Chrono."

And, for some reason, I would like the witch to apprentice me.

Now, more than that, as I said myself, it's time for lunchtime, and there's a chance that Mr. Nell will cry out if he goes too far about the belly sounds, so we should keep talking about lunch as if nothing happened here.

"Well, I'll get ready for lunch, but what about Mr. Nell?

"Oh, well, me, I always use learning meals for lunch -"

So it wasn't a coincidence, it was inevitable that we were reunited in school food?

I thought you were going to imitate it as an example and say it's a learning meal today.

"Me, I'll cook today!

"Oh, really? Good luck."

"Um, no, I'll make Mr. Chrono's lunch!

What the hell kind of a leap of logic is that?

Speaking from this flow, I could have expected that we might have lunch together, but I didn't expect Mr. Nell to say that he would behave hand-cooked.

"No, no, that's fine. It's kind of bad to have you do that."

"Oh, excuse me...... would that have been annoying?

Wow, it would be against the rule to have an openly sad look there. Shun, the phonetic effect is so visible.

No man will be able to say no to this face, or you can take Mr. Nell's offer as not a joke or a social dictionary, but a heartfelt one.

"I can't believe it's annoying, I'd love to try Mr. Nell's hand cooking."

"Well, is it true! Well then, me, I'll work hard to make it!!

As such, Mr. Nell gave a look that made him feel jealous by taking on every request that would be made several times already.

But you're kind of twisted today that unexpectedly there's an opportunity to get girls hand-cooked around.

And even when it was floating, now it's an old story.

"Yes, Mr. Chrono, don't hesitate to have it!

Nico smiled and Mr. Nell offered me a sandwich with a black creepy ‘something’ that emits a strange odor.

My enhanced vision, sense of smell and sixth sense are bursting with alarm. He said it was dangerous stuff being put out in front of him right now.

Although every effort is made to pronounce rejection so that instincts do not touch the taste that most acutely perceives Colle's power,

"Come on, go ahead!

Screw down with reason.

Even if I knew intuitively it sucked, it would mean losing a bite on a boulder would be rude. If they waved their arms for you, it would be even worse.

But what will you do to wave your arms and say that those matty ingredients will turn into suspicious objects? Even if I blackened it, it'd look a little better.

'Cause here, whatever it is, it's carbide. It has exactly the same texture as the carcass of a monster hit by Fiona's flames.

I wonder if you've added a nanny to it, or if it smells like sweet, sour, rotten, or unpleasant irritant.

I sandwich that stuff with a very normal white bread that I was buying, just because I couldn't get my hands on it here.

Only the Vans part is Matomo, so even if I don't like it, it makes me realize that this is one dish.

The possibility that Mr. Nell has miscooked and raw garbage is unlikely.

Sandwich, this dish that anyone can easily and easily cook has become dangerous enough to prepare her for death.

"Um, aren't you going to eat?

I can be pressured in a tone that makes me honestly wonder that I've never been on the lounge table, even though I've already been hand-cooked in front of me.

Her blue eyes are clear everywhere, and there's no cloudy spot there.

Apparently, it's not a wack trying to fit me in, or that it's a royal joke that the general public doesn't understand.

Mr. Nell just purely behaved like a handcook to me, that's all.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Chrono?

It was the limit.

The time I'm glittering with sandwiches and cold sweats stuck with dark matter (dark matter) like this must be over by now.

"Mr. Nell, I'll have it"

Decide to be ready, perhaps, this must have been how the samurai wanted to be hungry.

I'll take a dark sandwich that will destroy my stomach from the inside instead of a blade that claws through my abdomen.

Yes, stay! I'm gonna open my mouth and I'm gonna crash into things.

"- Mr. Chrono?

"Ha, a dream..."

Yabe, I was a little bit of a flying consciousness right now.

Hey, and I had a horrible dream, there's no way I'd do that to put a play on the table that I just think Mr. Nell like that angel would be willing to poison.

"When I ate the sandwich, I suddenly bawled, what happened?

Yeah, that must have been a flying consciousness because the sandwich Mr. Nell made for me was so delicious.

Yes, give me this Avalon princess handmade dark matter (dark matter) sandwich.

"Oh, that..."

No, wait, it's such a stupid, dark matter (dark matter) sandwich. Then it's as if the dream I was having just now was a fact - I don't know if I want to go in there, but if I see the real thing, I guess I have to accept the fact irrevocably.

Yes, I mean, there's a sandwich in front of me with a black object that emits a strange odor sitting on the plate like a demon king, intimidating.

Besides, I wonder where the hell the brave man would say he let a machete bathe, with only one bite of marks.

Right, me, was he a brave man?

"Hehe, could it have been so good that you passed out?

Her adorable things never came into my head more than half the time.

If this really tasted good, no, if it was at least a difficult flavor that was neither acceptable nor impossible, then it's not too vulgar to express a positive opinion of this view.

But even if you say that in this situation,

"Come on, Mr. Chrono, there's plenty to change, so eat a lot."

No, I can't do that, seriously, I can't, I can't, I'm gonna die, I totally packed this.

"... Mr. Nell, I need to talk to you for a minute seriously, will you listen to me"

I've heard more cruel truths than death sentences, and I've decided to stop avoiding cheap reality and do everything in my power to survive.

Yes, whatever vile means you use, I'll live, I'll survive.

"Uh, yes, what is it?

I decide to be ready, that I may make a princess as gentle and beautiful as this angel cry.

"This sandwich is not good."

"I'm sorry."

Sincerely, it is Mr. Nell, not me, who utters words of apology.

No, even for me, you should apologize for a word.

We even had a treat to cook after we had them hang out in magic practice. What kind of livestock business would it be to make them apologize while receiving the good intentions of their opponents so far?

But there is a limit to things. I decided to go down Shura's path, which I dared to turn into an evil spirit, even though I was frustrated by my conscience.

I mean, I honestly declared that the food was unsavory.

Well, there was a stuffing from it, but where Mr. Nell actually ate the dark sandwich, the legitimacy of my appeal went hand in hand with admissibility.

"I'm so sorry... I can't believe I cooked so poorly..."

Mr. Nell's excuses seem a little strange nuanced,

"Well, you couldn't help but point it out to me that no one"

Apparently, I'm the first person in history to say disrespectfully that Avalon's princess's handicrafts are not delicious.

If you look at Nell's attitude, who took this shocking fact in tears, it doesn't look like he's going to be sentenced to a maximum sentence right now, which is a relief.

"You mistakenly thought it was made very delicious because everyone always eats it without leaving it... Ugh, you sound stupid, me"

Makes me mourn the beauty of the white, Mr. Nell, so much so that the men of the world want to smile at any hand they can give you.

But as far as I'm concerned, I only want to pay tribute to the heroes who have so far finished eating her dishes so that they don't taste bad.

In particular, it seems that it was members of the 'Wing Road', including my brother Nero, who prevented Mr. Nell from bioterrorism in this sparda of behaving in hand-cooked food.

Now I can honestly respect that they are both rank 5 adventurers.

But their tearful efforts have now been brought back to blisters by my hands.

I understand their concern for making this brutal reality unknown to Mr. Nell. But sooner or later, the day will come for her to know the truth.

With that in mind, it may have been rather surprising that I, who was no one else, was just an adventurer, was able to point out the risks without omitting them.

Whatever Mr. Nell is, because if he were an Avalonian citizen, he might be punished for disrespect.

But it's also time to indulge in justifying your deeds, because

"I can't believe you were happy to feed everyone this filth... you're done as a person... hehe, over..."

Mr. Nell is so shocked, his self-loathing has gone all out in the wrong direction.

It's an atmosphere where if you leave it like this, it'll be like a wrist-cut.

No heart or eyes as clear as its blue sky also look somewhere cloudy as if dark clouds were standing in.

It's not good to leave her alone now like that. Take responsibility here, if I don't manage to follow up well.

But what should I say?

It's not as bad as you can't eat, is it? No, I can't, I'm already an object that deviates completely from the concept of food.

Then eat it, Mr. Chrono, and if you give it back, I'll have to say no.

Damn, it's impossible to follow up on this sandwich no matter how hard you try... no, wait, yeah, you just have to get this through completely already.

"Mr. Nell, not everyone is a good cook from the start."

Well, if you ask me if all the cookinexperienced can train such a poison, no.

"I'm a bad cook right now, but why don't we just get better from now on!

Finally, forget about the current tragedy and see a bright future! That's the theme.

"But I've been meaning to cook since I was a little girl, but it's so bad, you can't even try anymore..."

"It's not a no, until now I've just been doing it a little wrong, why don't we just learn again from scratch!

"Keh, keh -"

"I can, I can, I definitely can! Come on, he said he could do more! If you work hard, you'll definitely cook better! Let everyone eat delicious food!!

Fully burst a positive verbal attack to fold up.

If I leave here, there won't be any later. Come on, I can do it!

"Oh, right...... me, now I'll do my best to cook well!

All right, in response to my enthusiasm, Mr. Nell brilliantly brought it back together. I also feel like my cloudy eyes are now full of hope just because I can't see it differently.

"By the way, Mr. Nell, from whom have you ever learned to cook?

"Huh? It's our style, though?

I see, was that the root of all evil...