Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

My younger brother is a weird guy.

I don't work, I don't go to school, I don't have anything in particular I'm aiming for.

I just play somehow every day, but I have a lot of wonders and friends and I'm good with gold.

I'm a drunk and I can't help it, but for some reason, people don't hate me.

Siciliki, my younger brother, did me a favor last week.

"Hey, please, my brother. Make me a horse, you stupid, fast horse. Come on."

"That's why I'm busy right now, 'cause school's in trouble."

"You're the only one who can do this. Oh, think I'm gonna help my brother. Come on, please."

"I'll be free in three months, then."

"I have a long ride next month, and I want to stand out because Senior Fasalina from South Town is coming too!"

"No, no! Be patient!

I'll do something about my brother following me in my pants.

Speaking of Senior Fasalina, I've had one meeting with you, too.

He is the son of Horse Inn, with blue glasses on his gold present.

He's at a group that's partitioning the town's festival stalls and monsters, and his brother's in there, too.

"Use powdered bicorn."

"This is a big faraway party, so I'd like it to be more flashy."

"It's not a long ride..."

"Oh, yeah, that's awesome, 'cause I have a slave charge. So how about an exchange?

"No, no, the slaves are already on time."

I don't know how many more people there are.

Lately, defective slaves have come around on their own from all over the place, and the work we make them do is so bad that we can't make it in time.

"Well, listen, what a woman who used to be an actress in a playhouse is at a friend's place. I owe you one, 'cause if I say so, you'll probably give it to me. Come on."

Holy shit! I'm about to get myself out of here, but I'm so patient.

I want to blah blah blah, but I don't know because there's a lot going on in the play.

That's how many civilian plays civilians rent theaters. You can't expect that.

"Mm-hmm. Player."

"They've also done opera protagonists at the Kubatoa Theatre in South Town, but they sold them without paying their debts because they got facial injuries. You can fix this, right?

"Kubatoa!?

My brother accidentally grabbed me.

Speaking of Kubatoa Theatre, it's famous!!

Must be something out there!

... but honestly, it's not the other way around right now, drink your tears and say no here! Me! Me!

"Whoa, it's that Kubatoa theater! It's a good story, isn't it? Please, with this."

"I can't help it! Just this once..."

I ended up giving my head down to my brother for an instant fall and acceptance.

I couldn't beat my collection greed...

When I heard my brother's order that the one with more legs and the horn (one) was angled and yellow, I headed to the school with a mysterious sense of defeat.

Today a week after that happened.

The demon I ordered from my brother has already been completed, and today I'm on a long ride with Laura.

This early even though I was making it into one of the laboratory and slave management hassles.

I'm scared of my talent.

"Huh, eight legged bicorns? But why is your hair purple?

"Is it because I had an order like that..."

On my brother's order, the bicorn has eight legs of purple hair, and the angled horn is maroon yellow.

There's a lunchbox in Laura's hand that looks at serious and demon-modified bicorns.

They cooked handicrafts early this morning.

She is full of women, but her sweet hair is packed in a cool horseback riding hat.

Horse-riding trousers and a brown leather jacket are stylish in these boots with a thump.

And I mean, for some reason, she's wearing a coordinated pair of half pants.

Up there is a jacket similar to hers, but why are they half pants on suspenders?

It's so embarrassing.

I'm 14 years old.

Laura laughed at me when I was mozzled about the hem of my pants.

"You don't have to worry about it, it's so adorable"

"I prefer to be cool to be adorable."

"I prefer to be adorable"

I was stroked in the head.

Well, it's a combination of new graduates and junior high school students at my age, so can you treat me like an adult?

Even when riding a horse, the reins are hers.

I sit between my horse's neck and hers.

No, all over town. I mean, this is really embarrassing.

It stands out extra because it is sandwiched in a pickle with bongos on both sides of its back and a mentch and loin across the demonic bicone.

Mr. Laura is resistant to flirting, but the slave escort is well just in case.

You can't worry too much.

"What is that yellow horned horse..."

"I wonder where all the Schönker adventurers are going."

"What is that big purple horse..."

"What is that stupid horse..."

"What is that retarded looking horse..."

"What is that horse..."

I think the people in town are pointing at me.

I'm sure the woman tells me you're escorting the weak...

No, but if you think about it, you're living on a fox route that usually borrows tiger authority, and it's not a mistake?

Don't worry about it.

When I left the city and came for a while, I turned to the slaves that Mr. Laura had been following behind me.

"I'll fly a little from here, can we?

"No problem"

"No problem."

Laura, who laughed "huffy" at the slaves' replies, put her life into an eight-legged bicone.

The acceleration that I haven't tasted in a long time in this world strikes me.

The scenery flies back with great momentum, and only the wind-cut noise and the devastating footsteps of the bicorn come into my ear.

It was about ten seconds of full-blown driving, but if you turn around, the slaves were running far rear of this horse.

Apparently, you're too fast.

"This horse, nice! Make it for me too!

"Fine!

"I don't like purple!

"I don't like it either!

We both laugh aloud and laugh at each other.

Laura looks like she's having fun, glad she invited you today.

I quickly smashed up Laura's sandwich she had been making about the open raw material on the planned site.

The slaves light a fire nearby and make me some tea or something.

It's a good holiday.

Gobbling on the grass, white clouds flow through the sky.

The mountains you can see far away are too far away, and your head is white.

I thought I'd make some shaved ice this year, and I saw a little stain in the sky.

It's hard to disappear, rather it also looks a little bigger.

Suddenly Bongo stood up and put up a spear.

"..............................................................."

"Mmm."

Mench takes the monoculars out of the small lumbar compartment and stretches the bulb, peeking in.

After crushing the bump and something, he looked at me and said it out loud.

"Super Giant Beast! It's a flying hundred feet!! Master! Evacuate immediately!

"What? No! Hey Bongo! Fireworks up!!

Seeing the colored slaves, Mr. Laura rose loosely.

"Ma'am! Run to the city now!

"What, it doesn't extend to that?"

Laura gives the cigarette she was smoking to Mench and walks to the big hundred feet who had come to a point where she could no longer clearly see the figure.

I heard a faint chant like singing.

I brought my right hand around my left shoulder. When she waves her right hand as if she were even going to throw it in Frisbee, the light that burns her eyes out of its fingertips emits into the sky.

In the next moment I could see a hundred feet, which had become two straight in the torso section, falling to the ground about 200 meters over.

Receiving a cigarette from a immobile mench like it was in a gold tie, she sat down beside me again.

The grinning face is refreshing not linked to the murderous rays just now.

Ex-military is so strong after all.

I thought it might be a long battle while playing with all the support magic I could give to the worst slaves, but there was no curtain to get out at all.

When I fell asleep relieved, I was lifted in the head and put on Mr. Laura's lap.

Um, my fiancée's going to be too nice to me.

Eventually I went back to the city that evening.

I think it was an unlucky day for the slaves to encounter a hundred feet of flying.

You didn't for me either.

Because the relationship between the Adventurers and Laura, who had been a little giddy until then, has improved.

From this day on, all the slaves started doing everything they could to Mr. Laura to move her cousin.

Adventurers live in a world of violence with military personnel.

After all, power is justice.