Master’s Smile

At the same time Van Peel was clashing with members of The Iron Queen (Einieken), there was a woman walking in the city.

Originally, silver hair, which was supposed to glow suspiciously in the light of the moon, hid its beauty because it now wears a covering to hide its ears.

Another brown skin than the one burned in the day.

The face, usually lacking in changes that made him feel cold, was now grinning softly.

"Master's favorite seasoning, I got it. Would you be pleased?

Schwart, dressed in maid clothes, loosened his mouth holding a paper bag with seasonings that looked important.

Usually I get angry with the members of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla), but only when I think about the Master did I feel calm.

I was angry earlier.

"Not at all...... If you think you're forcing me to follow you, I can't believe you're going to be gone on your own... that esse lady"

Schwart said, 'Oh, ho, ho, ho!' I think of Van Peel rather than a woman in a flashy dress laughing high...

When Schwart found out that the master's favorite seasoning was out of stock, he immediately left Alliance headquarters to buy it, but that's when the troublesome lady (Van Peel) caught him.

If I have no choice but to answer because I persistently ask why I am going out, Van Peel will come with me.

This is the declaration that I will follow as soon as I find out it's for the master, not the seasoning for the master, but the ingredients of the other members that would never have followed me.

"It's my job to take care of the master..."

Still, I reluctantly gave permission, Chevalt, because I insist I stick around.

I didn't admit it because I feel sorry for Van Peel or because I had feelings, etc.

For it was depressing to be wasted with the gagglers.

In the first place, Schwartz, who is pouring all his emotions on the master, couldn't have had a single passion for the selfish lady.

That's how Van Peel is lost when he says he conceded and gave him permission.

"... as it were, I wish I couldn't come back to the guild and die"

Chevalt vomiting bosoli and cold poison.

It felt like the city's air on a limp night had lowered the temperature a few more steps.

Of course, there was no thought in her head of going looking for lost vampires.

I just have to get back to Alliance headquarters and do some cooking with the condiments this master prefers.

Like Laradi's "In Charge of the Brave" and Solgloss's "In Charge of the Alliance," Schwart naturally also has a "In Charge" on him.

For this reason, you cannot always be at Alliance headquarters, and the opportunity to dedicate food to the Master is limited.

I want to do everything I can to make you something delicious when I can make you one.

Chevalt always thought so.

"So I can't deal with you."

Swaying his shorter silver hair under the cover, Chevalt looked back and said so.

At the end of her gaze was a skinny man keeping his back on the walls of a city building.

What is characteristic is one thin sword that is lowered to its waist - a knife.

It's a weapon you won't see much in this kingdom.

"I miss that one. I'm here to see you, so I need you to stay with me for a little while, Maid."

The skinny man laughs niggardly, walking loosely and standing in front of Chevalt.

Apparently, you're not going to give her back.

Chevalt, who wanted to get back to the guild early and have a taste of seasoning, was overflowing his entire body with a frustrating atmosphere, although it was the look on the surface that didn't change.

"You'd rather deal with a loud, stupid lady on a high-fly than me. Unlike me, he's a combat specialist idiot."

It's a hassle for me to deal with, so for now, I admire Schwartz selling vampires who are lost for nothing.

I brought them in reluctantly, but for the first time, I thought they were useful.

But the skinny man shakes his neck sideways.

"It's the maids I want to kill each other... you are. And don't worry, my people are going to that lady."

"Shit."

Chevalt listens to the man and tongues abominably.

Shortly after that, it would be the boulder that was putting it back on its face without expression.

But I really don't need vampires to be useless.

In Schwartz's head, a little vampire comes together to protest noisily with Gaagaa, but ignores it.

"So let me ask you another question, why are you obsessed with me?

When Schwart hears in a faceless, troublesome voice, the man grins suspiciously and strokes the knife he is putting on his hips.

"My sword seeks blood. Especially the blood of a strong swordsman like me..."

"(... Wow. Are you saying you're a bloodthirsty idiot)"

Seeing a man pulling out a knife and stroking himself in love, Schwart stretches his face.

I didn't feel fear.

A little, her black history was just inspired.

When I remember, I shake my head sideways to try to forget because I want to sit down against my master again.

In the meantime, Chevalt, who succeeds in not remembering, sees a man.

This is the type of person who hardly listens to the other person, as opposed to seeking a peaceful solution to the discussion.

... really, it inspires black history.

"Do you mind if I ask you something about your people?

"... uh, okay"

Schwart's question was naturally unanswerable to her, the enemy, but she is herself slashed here anyway.

For the least I could do, I decided to teach you.

"We are the Iron Queen. We are the same dark guild as our maids. Our master wants the strongest title for you."

Listening to that word, Schwart reacts his body with Pickle.

"... Oh, 'iron crumbs'? You're a foolish guild, pointing a blade at your master."

"... what?

A man called in disdain for the guild to which he belongs, with blue muscles on his forehead.

Even with a mixed gaze of strong killing, Chevalt is flat.

"Fine. It is also the maid's duty to slaughter the Lord's enemies. I'll deal with you."

Schwartz puts a paper bag with seasonings in a long skirt about how it works.

In addition, one sword was removed from the skirt instead.

The skirt of the maid is full of wonder.

"... if I win, I want you to show me what's in that maid's clothes"

"Unfortunately, it's only in front of the master that I turn my skirt"

A man also pulls out a knife, just as he responds to Schwart.

The man seeks the blood of a strong swordsman.

To slaughter the enemies of the LORD. Then, because it is depressing to be tickled with black history.

In the city at night, two Dark Alliance members clashed.