Makai Hongi

"Do you want some?"

I went into town and into the most prosperous and seemingly rice restaurant.

What I ordered was something that came out right away.

Flatten it out from by the way it came out.

"Uncle, bring me this far from here"

My "I wanted to try it once" series.

Adult buying...... no, adult eating.

Wooden plaques for the menu are placed on the wall.

I ordered everything in the upper row.

"Dear Goran,"

"Hmm?"

"It's been noticed from the perimeter."

"... well, I can't help it"

Evolved since then, my body has grown and I feel very comfortable.

Big guys may think they're strong, but races and superior races who are good at magic are not the right size and strength for their bodies.

That's why there are surprisingly few types like me in the demonic world.

"That's not the only reason I'm getting noticed."

I come to the Land of the Demon King Tralzard.

But I'm from the kingdom of Melvis the Little Demon.

Connected by the Orb of Dominance is Melvis the Little Demon King, not Tralzard the Demon King of this country.

Residents of the demonic realm can determine the approximate strength by the magnitude of their magic vegetables, and distinguish them from each other by who they are connected to.

Look at me. You must have been uncomfortable.

"I don't think they're going to set something up, so some hands don't care"

"Right. There won't be anyone as prominent as me, and you can't call yourself a merchant... what do they think in my case?"

"I think they think they're messengers from other countries."

"I see."

It is difficult to enter another country as a spy because the orb of domination will tell if you are a fellow countryman.

How conspicuous other than the countryman is, it feels like he threw Edo-era humans into a businessman and overflowing Tokyo township.

That much discomfort.

At least, the stranger will soon find out.

Traders can be treasured to carry more and more objects and information to other countries, but in most of their cases they are non-combatant races.

I've never seen a merchant with a look like me.

Because if the exterior is so specialized in combat, the inhabitants of the demonic world are not merchants but what they aspire to be soldiers.

In this case, I'm with Stomel, so it seems natural to be seen as a soldier or messenger from another country.

"Uh, I ate. I ate."

In the end, I "ate adults" twice and my stomach was finally satisfied.

"After this, I'll let my men go buy food. We'll leave town after that."

"Right. I'm sorry after dinner, thank you."

Stomel is my deputy, so he won't leave me.

The two squires following me as luggage carriers move to make my journey more comfortable at times like this.

I'm in the mood to take my squire on a national comic tour.

I don't have an imprint, though.

"The rendezvous point, we made it the exit of town, so do you want to take a short stroll until they get here"

"Right. Anyway, I'd prefer a less crowded place."

Apart from being noticed, it's a pain in the ass when you get a weird little bit.

"Then let's go to the lake. It's quiet over there and I think you can enjoy the relaxing atmosphere"

That's Stomel.

Only replacing the rig, competent.

"You can take a nap looking at the lake. All right, let's go."

There is nothing like a gate covering the town because this is inland among the kingdoms of Tralzard the Demon King.

It feels like the family has grown into a town standing right side by side.

I took a slow step towards the lake.

Sometimes bone rest is fine.

If that's what you think...... I've seen the scene of the fig.

"Hey, Stomel. Is that playing? Or training? Maybe some kind of health law I don't know about?

A species with wings is flying over the lake.

Towards that, there are people shooting magic from the shore of the lake.

The feather-grown species often do not have that much combat ability.

Conversely, there is a wide variety of races that shoot attack magic.

It varies from lower to higher.

To my mind, the people on the lake don't seem very strong.

Is it about a middle lower race?

"It's the Jewel Visions that are flying, isn't it? It's a species that lives in these mountain ranges."

A jeweled dove is also a pure race name.

When they dance, their feathers sparkle and they also look as if they are decorated with gems.

"The Jewel Visions are a non-combatant race."

"Yes, I'm weak, and my hands are feathered, so I'm not in the race to fight"

In the case of non-combat races, military service is exempt.

Instead, you do clerical work, you cook meals, you carry luggage, on the battlefield, you do backside work.

Such species usually hunt for what they eat, plow fields, and fish.

Some species specialize in production systems are woody, and it is we who fight to protect them.

"... and well, we're supposed to protect those guys, but what are we doing"

There are three Jewel Visions left dancing on the lake.

The others have been hit directly by magic bullets and have fallen into the lake.

I guess that's what he's doing swimming with a blister.

I see four or five bodies.

"It could be stress caused by prolonged warfare, or it could be a wonderful worry that you weren't chosen by the soldiers.... Still, I don't think it's a good practice to be forgiven"

Residents of the demonic world have a lot of blood.

If you want to fight, you have as many candidates as you want.

There's no reason to bother searching out non-combatant races and shoot magic bullets.

"This is a controlled area of General Kruña, so to speak to those who manage this town...... Dear Golan?

I snuck behind those guys laughing and shooting magic bullets and kicked them in the back.

"Ooh, I fly a lot. Don't remind me when I was a kid, I threw stones and did drainage."

"Am I? - Huh!

"Holy shit!? - Huh!"

"You, more or less - heh!

Four consecutive drains were successful.

My arms don't seem to have fallen, I'm glad.

"Dear Goran, what!?

"It's okay."

"It's not all right at all... this is Kruña-sama's..."

"I'm not going to die just because of that. They'll be on the shore any minute."

"So how do you explain that?

"Don't worry. Because I'll break your heart first. That's where the sermon begins."

Of course, it's a sermon in the physical language.

I turned my head to see how I could preach to Bashabasha and the people who were making him jump the water.