Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

Then it's been about ten days.

I knew then that food reserves were already decreasing at a tremendous pace.

If the deal between the demonic city of Cascade Hill and Lehm is fully operational, you can buy in food, but that's not the case now.

I just want to do something and keep feeding my growing kids meat.

As a matter of fact, not all kids who struggle with their physique are Carl boys. It was the poor nutritional status in the quarantine ward that was stopping them from growing.

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"Or Patia, I wanted to be there! Here, look at this!

"Come on, Carl, Mr. Electrum might be asleep, so be quiet. Yikes! That's why you're such a chick!

"Whew, height doesn't matter!!

That lot of Carl and Gia came to the room.

You can see what they've come to do. Because the two clothes, which had always been full of worn out blackheads, had turned into beautiful and solid objects.

They even made fur coats for the winter in Gia, and that was already satisfying.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Uh, okay, okay, what's that, fluffy, there it is! What about Ku?

"Hey! ♪ Mr. Cookles, it's amazing! I'm so impressed, aren't you cute, I really want to dream that I can wear this..."

Yeah, I'm in trouble with the sight I want to dream about.

If a tailor who has managed to gain skills through years of training and has grown a level finds out about this, he is determined to remember jealousy and irrationality.

The appearance of that coat and clothes was perfect.

I had such a skilled professional job that I didn't think of it as that little cookurus.

"Nice, nice, nice! Patia wants that too! Fluffy, fluffy coat! Oh, yeah, cat, oh, put it on..."

"Patia, are you going to mock me?

"Yeah, soak it up, soak it up. Full of it, not on it, I'll make it a cat coat!

"I can't! Patia said it wouldn't be finished forever!

"Hey Karlu, you're not breaking Patia's dream!

No, could you actively destroy it there?

My daughter would gather them in the tunnel and one day they could really do it...

"Uh, it's not mundane. Plus, the cat fluff is - blame, so nah. I can make it..."

"Really?"

No, there isn't. That kind of thing. Don't say that.

But more than that, I still care.

I looked down the direction of the field from the window at a distance from the shaky children.

The fields were splendid enough to be visible, with the addition of a workforce called the children. They say it's time to harvest carrots.

"Did God give you a gift..."

I can't believe a good seamstress can even make a coat of skin overnight...

Just how much and everything do you call it creative, that's odd.

I've lived a long time too, but I've never experienced such a breakdown.

"Hmm? What's up, cat? Oh, okay - Patia's cat coat is coming, let's see, was it? eheheheheheh..."

You're rich. My daughter is paranoid.

You can't even ask me to do such a strange delusion.

Because I can't predict the catfish coat and the finished diagram.

"Yeah. Well, let's just say that. Then I'm going to give you a little Cookles, she's the usual room, right?

"Yeah, I'm in the tailoring room! Oh, yeah, Patia, let's go collect some sweet nuts in the woods, and I'd like to thank Mr. Cookles."

"Then I'll get the sword. Leave the avant-garde to me! I'll show you the swordsmanship Mr. Electrum taught you!

I also got more chances to take care of the boys.

When it comes to what a boy asks of me, it's more or less all that.

It would have been a sight that would have made me laugh if Horrix had seen it, unlike when I was a ghost instructor.

"Then excuse me. Patia, I won't forgive you if you let them get hurt, make good use of that power."

"Aye! Hardly, mamoru, shizu, shizu?

"It fits, it fits, so it fits, Patia."

I repeat, Patia, if you're studying magical memories, can't you separate them a little bit?

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Now, a little back and forth, Dan has gone down the tunnel to fix the castle.

So we're going to make an empty room on the ground floor a tailoring room, and that's where Tailor Cookles worked.

I stopped there before I went out hunting.

"Sister Cookles, all of a sudden, may I have a word?"

"Oh, welcome ~ ♪ Would you like a coat, too, Cat?

Inside, a rustic desk made by Bernie is placed, where cloth, scissors and needles are placed.

And even a wooden mannequin made by Bernie as well.

"Huffle, Mr. Cookles is a good joke. You can't help it if the fur wears fur. Better than that......"

"Oh, that's true, too. ♪ But I was wondering if wearing a fudge would be a painting."

I still don't know how.

No. Not a special hobby that's hard to say about Cookles or Patia in general.

It seems very unlikely that a human God would perform a convenient miracle for man, to me.

"It's a hobby I don't understand."

"Ha-ha-ha, 'cause before I was a woman too, I was a girl - ♪ When I changed my cat, that just seemed so much fun already... ♪

"Neither you nor Patia brace...... She said she was going to make a coat out of my hair loss."

"Oh nice..."

Sister Cookles, are you going to mow me round to you......

"Well, leave that alone."

"Yes, okay, I'll just work out the concept."

"Please don't do anything extra..."

"Yes"

Anyway, there's no way a human god can save a human being.

If, at any rate, he was a truly merciful God, mankind 300 years ago would not have been driven that far. If the Demon King hadn't shown mercy then by now...

♪

Anyway, there is no way that such a gift (gift) of convenience is real.

Cookles threads through the cloth dressed in a mannequin in an upbeat mood as he receives my gaze.

"Anyway, you work too hard."

"Oh, really? 'Cause it's important, for those kids, for us."

"There's a limit to what I've done. And I'm sorry, let's add one more complaint, because that's what old people are for."

Most demons don't think about serving others, etc.

So full of good men in this coucle, I am only disturbed by the pace.

That's why my complaint was also sole.

"Before you make people's clothes, why don't you do something about them?"

Despite the splendid fabric prepared by the diocese, monastic clothing wants to get in the way to live here.

Even so, she gave priority to the children over herself.

"I see, hehe, I didn't have that idea. ♪ Speaking of which, it's hard to work in a field in this outfit ♪"

"You don't have to force the field job rather than. This is how you work as a tailor. Besides, you'll even be taking care of the kids..."

"Oh, 'cause that's a hobby - I'm enjoying it ~?"

"Sounds like it."

That's why I told you, you're overworked.

Adults here are always people who don't listen to what I've said.

"... is there any more discomfort in your body than that?

"Uncomfortable, is it? Hmm... I don't know, I don't think so.

"Then what about malaise?

"Yes, the air and food are delicious and I feel better than I did when I lived in town ♪ Thanks to Cat's meat to hunt for me ♪ Oh, speaking of..."

The demonic ecosystem is special from the human world.

Here, meat (monster) occurs rather than nothing, but no. There are limits, though.

"It may be easier to be hungry. Maybe it's because Mr. Hollix's rice is delicious." "

"Really? Well, I thought so. Whoa, what?"

But Cookles, who was supposed to be working, stopped his hand and hugged me in a fluffy, flowing motion.

I'm wary you're willing to moff me in disregard of this right, but there's no sign of it.

"Ha-ha-ha."

"Well, uh, what have you done, Sister?

"hehe, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

"Sister Cookles, what are you going to do with this - hurt?!

Cookles was biting my neck muscle. Hairy neck.

Even if I jump away immediately, I lean my neck slightly in the usual brain weather, wondering if Cookles has any consciousness of doing something.

"What have you done, Mr. Electrum? Oh, it's kind of in my mouth... hmm?

"You, those eyes..."

And Cookles' eyes were stained red.

It soon went back to normal, but was remembered by me as an anomaly that I could confirm to her.

"Do you remember what you just did?

"Oh wonder - ♪ Well, suddenly I wanted to stick to Mr. Electrum, and then, oh dear... time was flying ♪"

Demon King, I've never done this before. I can't believe human sisters suck blood...

To the talent that came down from heaven, unconscious blood sucking. What is wrong with this......

I'm not a doctor or a shaman, and I don't know what's going on anymore.