Living in this World with Cut & Paste

"The skills I have been given by God..."

With that said, I can see everyone on the spot taking a breath.

... Of course, I'm nervous and my throat is crunchy.

"It's two things: [appraisal, all] and [cut and paste]"

And everyone but Aisha? I get the look I say all the time.

"... Hmm, as reported from the Temple, is that what you're saying?

When it comes to the skills those two were given, it wouldn't be a reason for God Beast to have to be on the back shield, would it?

That's what your brother-in-law asks.

... Yes, you're certainly right if you look at these two alone.

"King, the king is called a hero by the world.

They say the big reason for this lies in the combination of skills you have. "

"Oh, I do know there are people who call me that because of that"

The king affirmed my words and returned my reply.

"... by combining my skills, I can demonstrate abilities that are not tons."

"Hmm, it is true that a skill can be a greater force by combining...

A combination of Mine's gained skills... I can't think of anything... "

I certainly wouldn't think of it if I didn't have a proper understanding of my individual skills abilities.

It's a natural reaction, isn't it?

"… I can cut and paste the skills of other people and demons I saw in the appraisal."

Everyone didn't seem to come with a pin even though I said so. [M]

... but Aisha and Silfi shouted out after a while of thinking.

They're watching me and Oak King fight first hand, so I guess they understand what I'm saying now.

"So, sir... is that... no way...!?

"Mine you!!?

Except for the two of us, I still don't seem to understand.

"Yeah, I am.

I [cut] the skills of the Oak Kings and [pasted] them into myself.

Earlier, when I called Master Fenrill, the skills I used were those I got from Oak King. "

Seems everyone who was on the spot in the current language understood.

Everyone has a flashy look on their face.

"... well, that's why you could have used so many skills when you were in a mock fight with me!

My brother-in-law also remembered a previous mock fight, and he said the point.

"... I couldn't tell you about my skills because I thought if you found out about this, someone would come out and try to use me."

Explain why you've been silent or hiding it.

In order to avoid being used, I said that I was afraid that someone would come out who was scared and avoided me, and that I was tired of washing myself.

"Very well, it's Mine.

… it is true that God Beast cares… "

"My brother-in-law, why didn't you cut your skills from me during the mock fight?

That way you could probably beat me?

That's what my brother-in-law says, but I've decided from the beginning what the answer is.

"When I cut skills from people...

I'm only deciding when the lives of myself, my family, and people I know are imminent!

At that time, your brother-in-law did a mock fight purely for me.

That's why I wanted to live up to my heart!

Yes, when I answer, my brother-in-law smiles and slaps me in the back like he did when he used to come to us.

... Then my son Fenrir slaps me in the head with a pessi.

Yeah, I've told you many times, but you want me to stop.

"... I see you can believe that word, huh?

I know there's only one way to believe more than with God Beast's back shield, but it's important.

Answer me properly in your own words. "

I suppose the King cares about me taking away my skills indiscriminately.

This would be a natural reaction as an exchanger.

The biggest reason I couldn't reveal my secret was because I wasn't sure you'd believe it.

So it was as expected that the king would ask.

… so I answer this in my sincere prayer so that you can believe me.

"Yes, I would never take skills indiscriminately!

The king who listens to my proclamation and gives an obviously relieved look.

"... Very well... let's believe it.

But that's an ability you never expected...

I see. I can understand the story of destroying Oak King alone now.

Honestly, I couldn't believe it when I saw the remains of Oak King. "

Thereafter, some questions were asked and they were dissolved.

At any rate, the Kings have a case of an example dragon child, and I just returned from the Forest of the Divine Spirit.

Here, because the king decided he needed time and rest.

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Mine confessed to the shock, and I would have liked to put my thoughts together slowly, but first I have to clear up an urgent case.

This is a dungeon chamber built in the basement of the Royal Castle to capture the murderous criminal.

Claude, the heir of the captured Roselia family, has been imprisoned due to the fraud of the earlier game.

After obeying the Knights Commander and entering the prison, I asked the prison guard.

"... what do you say, you threw up?

"No, not yet"

Frowning at the words of the prison guard, he sees Claude connected to the wall.

Perhaps he was beaten quite a bit with a whip.

Traces of tears have been seen everywhere of clothing that has been hung in vain, and the blood is seeping through.

He was imprisoned here, and I'm sure he won't be long, but I can see from that that that he's been questioned quite a bit.

I would have taken more time to break my mouth, but I don't have time for this.

Adult dragons may show up in some town while we're doing this right now.

It's never something I want to see, such as a dragon that has been robbed of a child and forgotten me in anger.

We have to free the dragon's toddler at all costs before it gets damaged.

It's not like we're choosing the means anymore.

"... Claude, be honest with me about the dragon stash of the toddler."

"Ah, Your Majesty! Listen to me! This is a conspiracy! I was set up!

Yes, I was embedded in that mine or whatever civilians say!!!

Desperately, with Claude on his ass to explain, I took out what was out of my nostalgia.

As soon as I saw that certain object, the claude movement I was illustrating stopped perfectly and suddenly became quiet.

Yes, this is the "slave collar” I left from Mine.

"Your Majesty, I'll give you this.

It's the "slave collar” that was attached to these kids.

The adventurers Claude hired supposedly had it.

I was hoping it could help... "

I saw the "slave collar” I received from Mine. I made a small leap inside.

This collar should prove nothing more.

Immediately summon the Knights Commander to identify the enslaved trader who is registered to the Royal Family from the serial number being carved.

And in less than thirty minutes, we were able to identify the slaver.

"Here we go! Hold that slaver down immediately!

Keep looking for a dragon toddler in that store!

We don't have time, hurry!!

Again to Claude, who has become quiet, I ask.

"It's Claude. I'm gonna ask you again, where's the dragon stash on the toddler?

……

Well, you still say you're going to hang up Shira.

Prisoner, drop one of Claude's fingers.

When I give instructions to the warden without emotion, Claude turns to me in a hurry.

"... please wait! Sire!! Sire!! I don't know anything, I don't!!

Please stop, Hino. "

Over this period, if we don't talk, we can't help it.

I won't let go until I want to talk, that's all.

I silently signal to the warden.

"GOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! My fingers!!!!"

The prisoner who received the signal also silently cut off one of Claude's fingers.

"... what do you say, you're willing to talk?

"Gu... ku... ha... ha"

That's just a bummer.

Well, if you plead guilty, your fingers won't fall.

Don't you admit it easily?

Then the Knights brought in two men.

One was a slaver who had registered an example collar.

The other is the father of the current head of the Roselian family, namely Claude.

"Your Majesty!? Why would Non be in a place like this...... K, Claude!!!!

Why, you look like that!!

Lord Roselia finds himself in custody, tortured, and screams out loud.

I will explain everything I have done so far to Lord Roselia.

As he was briefed and understood the situation, Sir Roselia's complexion grew all the worse.

... That would be so.

If this is true... no, it's true because it's backed up, but the Roselias are definitely crushed.

Slavers were also detained next to Claude while Sir Roselia and I were talking.

"Well, let's ask again.

Where'd you hide the dragon's toddler? Next time you don't need one finger.

Think about it and talk. "

……

……

Yeah, not both of us.

"Sir Roselia, can you not persuade my son?

If you can persuade me to find out where the dragon's young body is, I will only forgive you for destroying the Roselia family.

Well, I can't blame you at all. "

Having heard the words, Sir Roselia becomes desperate and begins to persuade his son.

As far as persuasion is concerned, Sir Roselia doesn't seem to be involved in this case for sure.

I've been watching the situation for a while, but it never clears up, so I decide to give instructions to the prison guard again.

"Prisoner, drop one finger of the slaver.

Then you drop two Claude fingers. "

The slaver who heard my voice gives a desperate look.

... Claude looks at this one with hateful eyes.

"I'll ask you again, where's the toddler dragon!

"... I say! I say!!! I'll tell you, please give me a break!!

"... Become you!!!

Well, has the slaver broken?

Claude's guy is staring at the slave trader, but can you handle this?

"Well, that's a good idea. Where did you hide it?

"... It's an Adore town..."

By virtue of it, he said it was ADOR!!!!

You mean you hid it in a town with so many people like that!?

Tastes bad, and Adore is too far from Wang Du!!!

Don't you have any good hands?