Master’s Smile

"Master...... Why are you here...?

"What?"

It was Schwart, not the Master, who responded to Roofigia's inquiry.

"Do you really have to do this? All of a sudden you guys ran out, so we just had to follow you here, didn't we? Are you glad to leave those wounded alone?

"Oh, no, you're not!

By the way, what Schwart said, 'Put the bug away, let's just go' is just a master's secret.

"Well... thanks for your help..."

"Try not to get me wrong. The master helped you because he hasn't been properly rewarded yet."

He was the master who wondered why Chevalt would answer, but for now he decided not to say anything.

"Well, 'the one who brings ruin'?... No, you didn't. Easily betrayed my expectations."

"... what?

Schwart lifts his eyes and stares at the elders.

Even an elf warrior is hit with anger that makes him lose his hips, but the boulder is Elf's elder. Without moving, I'm looking back at her gaze.

"Dark elves still staring at me were more helpful. You're blunt, too."

"You think I'm the fucking jizz...... that I helped you? Please also approximate the paranoia. If you're going to get bogged down, please stay where we are."

It was Schwartz trying to curse me, but once I said it, I was going to stop, so I managed to weigh myself down.

Still, the poisonous tongue swept away.

"Oh, no, thank you so much. Your powers and those of the senate members. Together, these balls have accumulated as well"

"What?"

The elders try to show off and roll the balls in their palms.

I have no idea what you're talking about. Chevalt looks at the elders disgusting.

Something that doesn't make sense is disgusting. It is Schwart's idea.

"Dark Elves of the Strong in Roofigia. With these two, these balls will have a lot of power. Be the basis of my petition."

"I refuse. I am the master's slave. I can't help you with your petition. Unpleasant."

"Wow, I wouldn't even help!

Schwartz was cold-blooded about the words of a selfish elder.

Hurry up and hitch a ride on it and reject the roofie gear too.

Sneaking behind the master is evidence of a surprisingly strong personality.

Chevalt looks at her with great eyes, but the master pretends not to notice.

"Huh! That being said...... Roofie Gear can't beat me, and even Dark Elves. The fake 'one who brings ruin' is out of the question."

Master who is said to be out of the question and shun.

Seeing it, Schwartz decides to kill the elders in vain.

She was the one trying to take out the Devil's Sword 'Hasselblad' and slaughter it quickly, but the Master can stop her.

When I complain with my gaze as to why I stop, it just returns a gentle smile.

"Hmm? I think Dark Elves should fight..."

Elders who want to build strength on the balls want to fight Schwart, the strong man, but the master smiles and looks at him.

Smiling, but its will seems firm and unlikely to change.

"Hmm... I can't help it. Let's just kill you and get the power of roofie gear and dark elves..."

The elder said as he looked at the master looking troublesome.

Well, if you kill him, it could be a small amount, but it could build up strength in the balls.

Whether you kill Chevalt and Roofigia first, you're not going to let anyone live as one, so even the master will kill you later.

When I thought about it, I came up with the idea of which was better.

The master waved gently, grinning at such an elderly attitude.

"Nooooo!?

"Kyahhhh!?

Shortly after that, a terrible storm blew the settlement apart.

That's incomparable with what the Spirit used to do when he had a gust wind with pranks.

The elder rocks his mustache, roofie gear twitches his hair, and Schwart presses his skirt as he dyes his cheeks snugly red.

The storm did not destroy the settlement building, but let it only undo the flames that were burning.

The fire, which was so widespread, was quenched at once.

"Ugh, shh... I can't believe I could do this..."

"... Master, I'm a jerk"

Roofygear sees the master in a dismal manner.

The master of the day hastily begs Schwart to solve the misunderstanding, but seeing how it goes is all the more incredible.

I can't believe such a near-minded man has all this power...

"Knock, knock... BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

That's when there was a guy who laughed a lot.

He was an elder, whose eyes that saw the master were giraffed.

"I told you you were a fake... hell no! This wind of magic! It's lightly above the roofie gear! Without a doubt, you are the one who brings ruin! I don't think I was blunt!!

Happily, the master laughs like trouble when he sees the elders talking to the perky.

If they call me by two names I don't remember at all, anyone will.

"Earlier words and actions, let's withdraw! I don't need roofie gear or the dark elves there! Your power alone will fill this ball. Come on, lay the groundwork!

That's what the elders say, releasing fireballs again.

Instead of the master, it is a huge enough fireball to even try to swallow Chevalt and Roofigia, who are holding back behind it.

But the look on the master's face remains the same.

Just smile calmly and create a wall of magic.

You can't scratch that wall at all, and the fireballs are also brutally extinguished from existence.

Even when he sees it, the elders only nod satisfactorily.

"Excellent! Even now alone, there is strength in the balls! More! More, more power... Huh!!

That's what the elders say, but they knew for themselves.

In my own power, I say this is the limit.

Even the fireball is by far the biggest attack an elder can use at all costs.

In fact, it was destructive worthy of the greatest attack.

It was burning this settlement down, because it is its magic.

Even with that, there is an anomaly in the master who has not taken any damage.

But I want him to show more power.

So the elders decided to use their hands.

"I'm somewhat unwell, but your power would give me more.... you're expecting me?

The elder laughs niggardly and raises his balls.

And it came to pass, as Luffigia stood, that his balls glowed.