Master’s Smile

Episode 77: In the Night Forest

"Heh, heh, heh, heh"

In a certain forest, in a fantastic place where the moonlight was gently illuminating the grass trees, one girl was grinning creepily.

She was putting a bunch of paper on her lap and writing letters there with some amazing momentum.

The letters weren't used in the kingdom, they were the ones that conceived madness that would freak me out just watching.

That was the demonic character the girl uses to avoid being stolen, but her humanity in using horrible characters for just that reason is suspect. Not human, though.

Perhaps only she and the master who wrote this can read all the letters written on this massive bundle of paper among the non-standard aligned 'Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)' members.

"Ha fu...... Hi-ha, you've separated one..."

Girl with gray hair drilled - - Crankheit grins satisfactorily.

For some reason, that grin is mixed with humble colors, but that's the usual thing.

"This place is nice and quiet... Ugh, our guild, it's really loud... Shifu, you can't concentrate and write..."

Crankheit bites his nails depressingly, creating an irritating atmosphere.

The Alliance headquarters of "Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)" is always very energetic and lively.

It is a lovely guild with curses, anger, and killing.

But when Crankheit is writing, I want you to be quiet.

What's more, from someone with an inner personality like her, a busy, noisy thing can only be stressful.

Nevertheless, even if I told him about it, on the contrary, there are a number of members who are likely to make noise with pleasure.

It was The Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla), which loved to pull its legs together.

"Oh, so loud. Then I can't write this book of contraindications..."

Crankheit peruses the bound paper and nods satisfactorily.

Even if I just saw it for a moment with Chirali, it was well written with vicious demonic lettering that could destroy my spirit.

Even members have not been able to write such dangerous books at Alliance headquarters.

Crankheit aspires to be a charming adult woman like the protagonist who appears in the book, Fallen Angel of the Dungeons, a gift from the Master.

It was that Book of Contraindications that wrote down the delusions after it became a way to become an intelligent, luscious adult like such a protagonist.

When you are in Alliance headquarters, Alliance members - basically Coolin - are bound to get in the way, so you can't be angry.

Because this Book of Contraindications is only allowed to see itself and the Master.

Nevertheless, I know what it's like for the Coolins to be depressed because I'm overwhelmed enough to pull from the crankheight writing demonic letters.

"Oh, I wrote everything I had in mind... Now that the Master may be back, let's go back to the Alliance..."

This vegetarian tone becomes a mature tone, diving into the aftermath.

These days, I have been able to speak and act quite adultly by repeating my practice with my master.

Well, if my emotions still shake, I'll have vegetables as soon as possible.

Sometimes I get laughed at by guild members who know the ingredients of Crankheight, but I don't settle on not using these ways of speaking repeatedly.

If they laugh, I'm going to show them another nightmare, and when I get up from the stone that was calming my butt down......

"... that?

Unexpectedly, I leaked a shuddering voice that was not suitable for an adult woman.

The reason for this was the sight spreading in front of Crankheit.

The woods she was in were small and serene in size, with little demons out, and calm places where people who lived in cities without combat often came to picnics.

In fact, the view around her was also a very peaceful one.

But the sight into her sight had changed.

The trees had grown distorted with gnats and bad character, and had become dead without leaves on either.

Furthermore, the beautiful moonlight that was illuminating the paper brightly had turned into an unusual situation where it was changing color to dull red.

"Is this... a hallucination?

Crankheight Adult Switch, ON.

When she sensed that someone was nearby, she immediately wore a mask of her heart.

Because it was a very memorable change for Crankheight, and that's why I was able to accurately assess the current situation.

Suddenly, she was well aware of the rapid changes in the world that could be thrown at different worlds.

"Correct."

There was a voice to answer such a Crankheit soliloquy.

The voice seemed calm and slightly weak, so Crankheit remembered the intimacy.

Enemy, no matter what you think.

The young man who came out of between the twisted trees was also a man who seemed weak again.

"Oh, I wonder if you're confusing me?

"Oh, yeah. My name is Ill. I'm an adventurer with the Iron Queen."

To the colour of the crankheight's sleigh, the young man...... Ildo answers with a blush on his cheek.

Crankheit, is Norinoli as an adult woman.

Unlike members of the Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla), who fully understand their vegetables, the first person they met did not know about her, so they wore an adult mask as a wolf.

"You are in my hallucinogenic magic surgery."

"Oh, you're in trouble."

Crankheit has an extra look on his face, but he was quite surprised in his mind.

Because people who can use hallucinogenic magic are very rare.

Unlike relatively sticky magic attributes, such as fire and water, if you are trying to learn the magic of hallucinating attributes, you cannot be a user without considerable talent and effort.

For that matter, the strength of hallucinogenic magic is considerable, to the point that even powerful men like Crankheit are thus imprisoned by that illusion.

Now, when Crankheit was worried about what to do, the youth spoke with regret.

"Um... can you surrender?

"Oh, why? No questions asked, wouldn't you kill me?

Crankheit listens back unexpectedly to the exact surrender recommendation.

Rather than..., she has only said 'alas' since earlier.

That's what an 'adult woman' in a crankheight can afford.

"Our Master... Mr. Rousseld wants to kill all of you 'The Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla)' and be the King's First... No, it's true that you want to be the world's best dark guild. But honestly, I'm not really into that kind of the strongest stuff. Besides, unlike Mr. Rousseld and the others, I don't like killing people in vain."

Ild replied with a bitter laugh.

It was a very sweet statement as a dark guild when it came to being so narrowed down to Rousseld.

But from the general public, that would be a likeable young man.

It was a thoughtful word about Crankheit...

"You can't."

Crankheit ruthlessly cut it off and threw it away.

"Can't..."

"Yeah." The Army of Salvation (Yerkchilla) "can't be beaten by the same Dark Alliance."

The Alliance loses, which means the Master loses again.

I can never admit that, Crankheit.

"... Too bad"

When Ildo says bosoli, he changes the atmosphere to gallant.

Until then, it was something calm and somewhere weak, but seemingly a member of a cold, sharp dark guild.

No matter how good you look, Ildo is still a member of the Dark Alliance, The Iron Queen.

"You cannot escape my hallucinating magic. Here, die dreaming."

The space around the ild starts to creep and distort.

This was a sure sign that Crankheit was in his surgery.

Already, the battle is like Ildo's victory.

Hallucinogenic magic is powerful magic. If you're hallucinating magic without your buddies, there's hardly any way out of there.

It is almost a choice between someone who is strong enough to unlock hallucinogenic magic, or someone who is also familiar with hallucinogenic magic.

That's why Ildo, despite being a natural freak, can also appear so bold to his' Army of Salvation 'opponents, who were so reluctant to fight.

"I'm scared. Are you going to make me dream so nice that I can die?

If you're dreaming of your master adoring your cat, you might as well die.

It was the crankheight I thought so in the corner of my head.

But smile lusciously as an adult woman lest any of that be enlightened by Ill.

Ild was to thud his chest dodgily, even though Crankheit was his enemy.