Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

The place of the feast is busy with many elf warriors.

Colorful mushrooms and vegetables were arranged in front of the Elf's palace, but Ferlett's cooking still emitted a different colour.

I've never seen a dish with a negative aura that stands out before.

The queen's poor cooking is also transmitted among the warriors of the Elves, who do not add a single population.

Ferlett used to smile and feed herself in front of her cooking, but she didn't even realize what everyone was avoiding.

It was pathetic, so I took the initiative to get the dish, but it still didn't taste good.

I just can't divulge that sentiment in front of the queen herself, who makes her eyes shine like stars, and it would be polite to eat up the dishes for what they put on the plate.

With that in mind, when I managed to finish eating Ferlett's dishes, I wanted to speak to Lord Gunter, and I turned to him.

The queen's dish is also served on the plate he is holding.

Ask what you think.

"What do you say?

Gunter's answer is short.

"There is no taste in food. If the wine tastes good, that's fine."

And when I say it, I put my mouth on a bottle of distilled liquor that I've prepared myself.

The boulder is the king of Dwarves. The metric is deep.

Gunter asked questions when he poured Ferlett's dishes into his stomach with alcohol.

"Ask the other way, what does your lord think?

"It's very unsavory," I'd say, but that's not what Gunter's asking.

His serious expression had something to go through with it before the battle.

Perhaps, but what he is referring to is not the taste of Ferlett's cooking, but the outlook for the future.

This is what Gunter has been asking for in evidence.

"It is true that we struck enemy forces in earlier battles, but enemy soldiers are still strong. Now based on the last one, I think you're going to be up against guerrilla tactics, but how are you going to be up against Nutsu?

"The boulder is Lord Gunter. It's quite a sight," it would be rude to say.

His identity, his age, his experience on the battlefield, he's up there.

But I'll tell you about the future strategy, knowing it.

"Lord Gunter is right, the next battle, enemy soldiers will densify the army and prepare for guerrilla tactics. Then we will command the soldiers of the poor elves to force a frontal collision."

"The elves are brilliant, but not powerful enough to cross each other with fully armed humans. Not to mention overwhelmingly inferior to this one in numbers. What are you going to do there?

"We'll manage to shift the showdown time and wait for reinforcements to arrive"

"Reinforcements..., Lord Sigan's troops are coming this way, I hear, will they make it? And can it hold up until then?

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I cannot answer that question clearly.

I totally trust the dragon man Sigan's arm, who has fought with me over the years, and the elf warriors, but still can't help the temporal restrictions.

Even if me and Gunter are on the front lines and make up for the weaknesses of the Elf warriors, it will be hard to beat the nearly 2,000 soldiers.

Numbers are power. Besides, I can't say enough about the lack of powerful people like Varick I captured the other day.

Underestimating the enemy's power is foolish.

I'm just not going to overestimate my enemies' power, and I'm not going to sit back.

"Anyway, we'll have to endure until the reinforcements of the Sigans arrive with the force we have."

Pooped, leaked, but did you hear the word, Lilith coming here with a drunken face with the wine in one hand proclaimed this.

"It's okay. There's no way that Ike would fall behind like a human being. And as long as this Lilith is around, Ike can't touch a finger..."

And the end of the phrase is already suspicious, and there is no convergence (bump) underfoot.

Satti rushed to support Lilith, who was about to fall in, but Lilith fell asleep on the ground as she was.

I hear this girl isn't very strong on alcohol.

Satti looks up at this one as she hugs Lilith.

"Wishing you good luck, master"

And Satti said, praying for me.

She is the same daughter. Even though Lilith and I have been having constant verbal fights from time to time, that gentle gesture looks like a friendly sister somehow.

Looking at the sight with a smile, he leaked the words, "Well."

I can't help but worry about it.

All I can do is stop the enemy with my current strength.

To do so, I had to feed my English first. I thought so. I went back to the table where the food was arranged.

No matter, not before the queen of the elves smiling.

Serve dishes made by other elf daughters on plates.

It was a dish for vegetarians made around mushrooms, but how this was quite tasty.

Is it because I use butter to fry it, or because of the flavor of this mushroom itself?

Quite juicy and tastes like meat.

Indulging in a rare delicacy, a few days later I thought of the face of an enemy army general who would confront me.

Now, what is the leader of the Knights of the Twin Eagles, eating by now?

I'm sure he's eating better than us, but I can't think of him eating cheerfully like us.

He must be eating frightened in preparation for the night raid.

To think so, it was just a little pitiful.