Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

"Yut, go ahead"

"Thank you. I'll have it"

Yuut, handed a deep wooden dish by Arcia, who again wore a crimson eyelid, smelled it and took a wooden spoon in his hand as he was relieved.

The contents, with the exception of some ingredients, are cream stews with no philosophy. But I like its normality. I have the opposite difficulty of being served a sumptuous meal in this situation.

Mixing the stew with a spoon and chilling, Yut was feeling what was strong unraveling.

"It's the first time I've used Lew, and it's been a long time since the dish itself, though I don't know if it's done well"

Medium-sized pan on a magical fireworks with no smoke. Arcia says modestly as she releases her stew from it.

But from a yurt that had hardly ever cooked, it was that there was more to it than humility.

"Delicious. Don't remember the old days."

Modestly admiring, Yut goes on to eat two or three bites and a cream stew.

I use smoked goat meat, not chicken, but Exile just prepared it for me and it doesn't smell at all. It was richer and more juicy than I thought.

Tastes different from cattle and pigs, but this wildness suits the situation well now.

It was in a bag of infinite storage, onions and carrots. Besides, it was created quickly by Arcia in Cream Stew's Luu, which somehow reminded Yut of his adventurous days.

At the time, there was no cream stew.

"I'm starting to stop making them, but I'm looking forward to Arcia's cooking."

"That's what they say... that's kind of embarrassing"

I turned away from Yut - with a crimson eyelid - and Alcia checks the condition of the baguette she was wearing. Obviously, it's a blackout.

I can't leave it to Valtrude. In another sense, to Larsia as well. If I leave it to Exile, I can only see a future where my stomach will sag. I can't believe the culinary duty I was in charge of was delighting Yut.

And I can't believe I know that now.

Oh, my God, it's terrible. What a sloppy person.

Arcia was the best because she pretended to be calm.

"Oh, Yut. The cheese is melting well."

"Thanks"

Hand over the baguette stabbed on the skewer - do so and touch the two hands to bump into each other.

"Ah."

"Hmm?"

Surprised Arcia leans her hand away and Yut tilts her neck at the reaction.

What's right is Yut's reaction. That's for sure, and I have to admit, Alcia. Because I'm doing more than that.

Still, I'm unhappy with Yut's attitude that makes me feel spared. I don't even want you to panic, but shouldn't there be something a little more?

Arcia let her lips hang slightly as she handed Baggett over again.

Thus, there is small dissatisfaction.

But it was a time so calm that I was happy and loving.

"I was right to decide not to be able to do it today. Relax, they had this delicious meal. I don't want to move anymore."

"... right"

Arcia nodded calmly to Yut's words, which he uttered to change the atmosphere.

The Yuts, who built the base camp and confirmed their gear in the form of organizing bags of infinite storage, did not try to force them to operate.

It was still time to move if I wanted to, but I decided to feed my English.

Fortunately, there was plenty of food.

Precisely, Larsia had it in her bag of infinite storage at some point.

There are so many cupmens that the two of us can't eat it over a month.

Retreat foods such as curry, hayashi rice and beef bowls.

I used it this time, Lew the stew or curry.

A beverage in a pet bottle for treats such as chocolate and potato chips.

When he discovered it along with Alcia, Yut was about to collapse off his knees wondering when he'd gotten all this stacked up.

"But doesn't Larsia have a good spot, too?

"You owe me a favor and I'll make you pay me back double."

"... I have an opinion on that."

"Why don't I just buy you a whole convenience store and bring you into the Falve?"

Yuuto spoke of a concept that seemed to move immediately once he was known by the Hyun-chul Conference (Danishmend). Those eyes, they were pretty serious.

Aside from whether that will happen, Yut will replace about two more stews before communicating his plans for the future to Arusia.

"So I'm going to try God's Power Liberation (Purge) tomorrow"

"I've thought about that method too, and if you're going for an early settlement, I guess that's the only way..."

Arcia speaks of concern as she glances around her eyes from above her crimson eyelids.

"Purely, I'm worried you might be okay with using it in the current situation."

With divine power liberation (purging), there is a good chance that we can break this situation. There, neither did Alcia disagree.

But, of course, it's not definitive.

If it's going to be absorbed and deactivated as before, it's still fine. Because there is no real harm.

"Simply put, wouldn't it be a hassle if doing divine power liberation (purging) caused even runoff?

"Of course, I thought about that possibility."

In the same rhetoric as earlier Alcia, Yut responded.

"including the fact that Mr. Arcia would have the same concerns"

"Still, you do it?

"I think it's better than falling into a real pinch and then using wings."

That was also true again.

This is the situation. I've never crossed a hand tag before, and I'd like to make sure it's safe if I cut it anyway.

"In the first place, you can't imagine an environment that can be sealed up to divine liberation (purge)."

If it's that irregular (cheat), it hasn't been able to transfer in the first place.

Truss-Sink It's an environment where God's power extends, so even if it doesn't always work, doesn't it work?

That was Yut's standout.

"Sure, but... at a time like this, you used to beg for a trust to confirm it."

"Yeah. Thank you for your help."

Out of time, we both remembered the old days.

I can guess.

But it can't be confirmed.

Exactly, when faced with a situation like this now, there were many times when I begged for a divine commission to confirm the facts. I was serious at the time, but in retrospect, I miss memories.

So is camping this way.

Thus gathered around the fireworks, Exile meditates alone, and Larsia drinks and sings cheerfully, he is entangled in Yut, and Valtrude stops it.

Then, Valtrude seems happy to have just a few words with Yut. Yut, too, responds to it as he scuffs, and Exile physically stops Larsia from trying to mess with it.

Alcia is satisfied to feel the presence of such companions from a place that is a step away.

I wasn't as careless as I am now, but nostalgic and fun memories, including those parts. I was blind at the time and my emotions just looked out of my voice and atmosphere. I could only imagine what he looked like.

Yet, behind Arsia's brain - including Jonah, who wasn't supposed to be there at the time - came to mind the liveliness of her fellow men.

It was the same with Yut.

Often, two people immersed in memories, in front of a magical fireworks without smoke.

"Sounds strange to me."

"I used to never imagine this would happen."

Does this mean defeating the Book of Nothingness (Caios Evil) and saving the world and entrusting territory to it?

Or have you decided not to return to Earth and bury your bones in the Brewers?

Or would it have been decided to enter into a conjugal contract with Valtrude or Alcia?

It makes me wonder...... but I didn't come to a conclusion.

That forced me to interrupt because I heard a howling noise from afar.

Dragged back into reality, Yut tells the story of what is to come, not before.

"So, it's about tonight..."

If we stay like this, we'll be sleeping in a tent together. No, go to sleep.

If so, what will you do? Not because Truss-Sink God told me, but this is the situation, and after forming a consensus there, isn't it important to commit to the outcome?

Such a fluffy thought, like a western omelet, was cut and discarded by Arcia.

"Right. I'll keep an eye on you first, Yuto, so rest tight."

"Ah...... Yeah, well. Will it..."

Yut arms the dishes on the ground and gives a clever imitation of twisting his neck as he nods.

Apparently, that's what Yut meant.

That's trivial and natural...

Alcia was delighted enough to keep her breasts warm.

Things exist in a variety of facts depending on the angle of view.

For example, Yut, who loves Valtrude, Yut, who loves Acorn, and Yut, who loves Arusia.

These yuts are of course the same person, and there is no contradiction whatsoever there. There is no falsehood.

In other words, even if Arcia, who bought a night watch and left, opened a letter from Acorn, there is no contradiction there. There is no falsehood.

Alcia follows the sentence with dark brown eyes, slightly aware of Yuut sleeping in the tent in preparation for tomorrow, while removing her crimson eyelids.

'I'm talking about Mr. Alcia, so I'm not aggressively approaching you, I'm going to ride the atmosphere and the flow on the spot, and when I do, I'm going to... I'm going to write this letter because I think I feel about it'

It was definite and futile.

Speaking of excess, I almost accidentally dropped the letter off for the rest of the writing.

I didn't know we were talking about this kind of thing, but I knew it the moment I found the letter. That's why I hid it from Yut. Still, I was shocked to actually see it.

(What are you going to make me do, Mr. Acorn!

I believe it. As a fellow lover of the same man, I believe.

But there's going to be a teaching that seems to go beyond its own capacity, and I'm not sure if I should proceed with the reading. Fortunately, there's also an incendiary fire in front of me.

(No, but it's Acorn's advice.)

Exactly, I can't do what I didn't.

Making the decision that his honest personality would be judged, Arcia decided to crouch the gate.

'I'll write the main points concisely because I don't think you'll understand a lot of writing'

After all, he didn't say enough, and that's what the applied part will be written up later, anyway.

'Cause if you hug Yut from yourself while you hide the important thing with your hair or something, that's okay!

The advice was more simple than concise.

(No, I can't. I can't, Acorn.)

In short, I'm asking you out here...

I can't. Absolutely not, Arcia says silently - but turns her face bright red - and shakes her head. It's such an embarrassment, and in the first place, isn't it an act of assumption that if a man wanted it?

It's a disgrace, like this one. Insanity. What's going on? No, so I guess Yut deserves consideration if he's happy, but I can't, I can't, I can't.

But the reaction seemed woven even for acorns.

"Perhaps I can't do it for sure, you're ashamed of me, but that's not true, Mr. Alcia."

If I looked at it after that, it had wording that I would whisper as I shrugged.

(I wonder why I'm in conversation with the letter...)

Surprisingly, acorn foresight? Or is it yourself who is showing an understandable reaction?

Alcia's ability to think declined gradually.

'Cause to this extent, Earth is normal. The Law of the Universe Because It's the Basics of the World'

(Isn't that just the wrong planet!?)

'Cause even if he was pressed, Yut would never think he was allergic to Mr. Alcia or anything. Rather, because I'm glad it wasn't a one-sided array.' Cause it's gonna be a no-linoli. '

There are many instructions that are somewhat lacking in specificity, but it was understandable that Yut would be pleased. Besides, they're going to be norinoli.

(Norinoli, I mean, is that better than usual...?

That is so delightful...... and unconditionally nodded, Arcia rushes to shake her neck to the side.

I can't, I can't, I can't.

My mind and body can't believe that Yut wants more than usual.

(No, but wouldn't it be my wife's job to take it, too, if Yut would be happy?

Every time I deny it, I think of a reason to overshadow it, and go on, covering my face with a hand with a letter that I knew I couldn't.

The troubles of the Archbishop (Patriarch) persist.

Thus, my first night on a deserted island went further.