Mr. Nobu’s Otherworld Chronicles

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There are people squatting and whining about something while squatting on a bed in a dim room with curtains shut off. There was no fury in his face, and his cheeks were like ghosts with lean cheeks.

"Yu... Imiya... Kim... Hori... Jitori... Akira... Peppe..."

It is Ars, a boy summoned as a brave man by the Duchy of Tycoon, who stares into the void with his thumbnail bite and whines something like a spell. He is a Japanese with a history.

He could not move properly after receiving the curse of weakness from Knobsada, and was drawn to a room in the royal castle. The opinion is even beginning to emerge as to whether Ars deserves to be a brave man or whether he should not be banished from fighting in the royal castle, where the unprecedented situation of the absence of the king is taking place, where ordinary life is no longer even forthcoming.

Stronger than the former hardliners became a strong force and partitioned the affairs of the royal castle. It would be unconvincing for them to put in their personal possessions that the result of the courageous summoning ritual, which used several magicians and many subhumans as sacrifices, was only the boy who could not fight at the earliest.

It is a light existential crisis, Ars, but thanks to the curse upon him, nothing can be done. It's enough to wander the border between life and death just by falling a mild step. The nasal columns that were the top of the sky were broken and hunted down physically and spiritually, and the only place on the bed was the resting place.

Yura Ri

The devil whispered softly in his ear like that.

"Do you want power?

I tremble from the bottom of my stomach at my chilly voice.

"Do you want power? What do you want as a price? If you want it, you want it! You can keep your hopes open. Come on... What do we do?

I saw something thin and red in my blurred vision. It's like inviting you to Nara. That's not a mattomo thing, no matter what you think. Still...... Still Ars jumped without getting lost. If you can look back on those who scorn you, most importantly, if you want to clear up your grudges against him who did so much to you... whatever it is you take your hands on, that's what you were thinking. Don't even know it was meant to think that way...

"Give me the power! Whatever it takes for a price!

to the word. It hoisted both ends of the corner of the mouth.

"Fine. Drink this and you will gain strength. … the price, Kukuku"

A red thing that disappears like a summer. The end of the word no longer reaches Ars' ear. His eyes were nailed to the vial where they were placed. Something yellow inside that seems to be an incomprehensible prodigy. Normally, he would hesitate a little, but he jumped and drank into a breath.

"Hey, nothing's different, guh, guh, guh, guh!

One breath and a painful pain strikes Ars. Not flesh. My spirit twitches and erodes. It was like hell where my presence was repainted and slowly eaten by something and I felt it in slow motion and prolonged. Something different from struggle and magic is shining brighter and brighter in flesh. It devoured and erased the wedge by magic that was supposed to have been struck into both hands and legs.

"I forgot to tell you, but the price is all yours. Kuha, I'm sorry. But your wish will come true."

Something tells me so, but it hasn't reached his ear at the earliest. The spirit of Ars, no. The soul sinks into the depths of the sole and is slowly and slowly melted. Sole rolled the candy balls with his tongue into his own depths as if he enjoyed them.

"Haaaaaa, oisikatta. With Kono body ga, I'm sure he can do the Itunishi reflex, sir. Kukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukukuku

Als flesh laughing off like an innocent child. Something was born here with the flesh of a different world man who became a brave man.

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All right, everybody, how's it going? Mr. Nobsada, right?

Now I'm being wrapped up and in charge. No, I don't know what you're talking about, but it's true. And I said to myself, "Why? 'I think. This just starts with my master hitting me in my room.

Dodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoodoo

Whoa, what the fuck!?

Suddenly I jumped out of my sleep with the sound of an open door. What the hell! Another raid from the Kingdoms!?

"Knob sada! Wake up!

If I woke up Mukuri and his upper body, my master, who kicked through the door, was royal. Master... Stop kicking through the door and clamp. One of these days they're going to class up carpenters and stuff, me.

"It's happening now. So what is it?

He asks his master to salute him as he is in his sleep habit.

"Um, now the aristocrats are gathering at the Duke's mansion for a meeting about the future. Let's go!"

Ho ho ho!? Master, there's no connection between before and after the sentence. Why the hell are you so connected?!?

When I managed to pull the information out of my master who was likely to jump out soon enough, it was as follows:

· Declare that the flood ended when I defeated the Giant Fungus Soldier.

-Yesterday, nobles from all sides were also ending up taking private soldiers and rushing to support them.

-The majority of the private soldiers returned home because it was a corner, and a meeting began about this disturbance.

-The aristocrats gathered are those separated from the Duke and the Azbelites of goodwill, who received details of the situation and discussed what they would do in the future.

By the way, it seems that half of the expenses between each nobleman's coming to lead a private soldier are to be borne by the Duke. I guess I can manage to shoulder those burdens too because it's a territory with dungeons. That's where I got my revenge this time.

"So he said he was going right and left at a conference about how this flood would move forward based on speculation that it was man-made by the Prime Minister, or the people of Wang Du. That's an indescribable story. That's exactly what the meeting is about, dancing, not moving on."

"What do the parties say like other personnel"

Horrible?

"Are you a party? Me, did I do something??

"Mm-hmm. One of Lovell's knights returned earlier as a preaching order from Miss Etwar. The Duke wants to talk to you about it. [M] Follow me."

Master, why are you following me around while I tell you to follow me? I didn't have time to say whether or not my thick arm wrapped me around and held me up. Come on, come on!

Thinking about it while being attacked by a floating sensation that could be taken up, it rushed outside with great momentum already. No, no, no, master. I'm just in my underwear. At the very least, I'm sickening the city without even being able to protest that I should at least have time to prepare. I was aggressively donadoned and regretted looking up at the sky that I should have dressed while we were talking earlier.

"So what do you say we do? Sure, it's probably the most likely thing, but if you don't prove it, how can you possibly get away with it?"

A young aristocratic youth still calmly says so.

"I know what you're trying to say. But you can't just sit here and wait and get attacked again, can you? We should rebuild our forces and attack from here."

A magnificent aristocrat as big as a bear objected to the youth.

"But there is a duke king over there. If there is no righteousness here than there is no flag, it will be difficult to chop up the nobles around us. You can't move until you grab some tail."

That is what an old man of nobility does to a grand aristocrat with a rough nose.

"I have the same opinion. Most importantly, isn't restoring Gramada the first priority rather than causing a lot of damage?"

The only female aristocrat among the participants who endorse the old aristocracy while suggesting the reconstruction of the city.

As the nobles surrounding the round table disputed, the Duke sitting in the center was not being slight but merely listening to the whereabouts of the discussion.

The aristocracy of the sensible youth is Calaba Hickori, lord of the Count "Hickori family", who has territory north of Gramada.

Faction's most belligerent fleshman marquis, the 'House of Livers' host, Piled Liver.

Marquis "The Brown Family" owner Huon Brown, who often serves as a compiler from his years of service.

Carrie Fornia, Countess "The Fornian Family," a woman who is a woman and holds the helm, and whose financial and military power is second only to that of the Duke, is also at a glance within the faction.

They are the members who were the Lord and there are several barons beneath them.

The force ratio within the Principality is 45 percent for the Prime Minister and 38 percent for the Azbels. The remaining seventeen percent were neutral, if to be precise, opportunistic, to put it well. Both factions are accustomed to sometimes sucking sweet juice without either of them moving from day to day trying to draw them into their own formation without daring to turn them around. It would also be a natural consequence if they were troubled with their heads and tried to move cautiously, with the exception of some.

During the meeting, which was becoming a grand tour, the sound of something rushing from afar echoes.

"Are you here?"

Almost at the same time as the Duke of Quantro murmured so, the doors of the barbarn and the conference room were opened.

"Duke, I brought you here. No!

He opens his mouth and shudders at the appearance of too much violence and seemingly too much. Because he comes into the conference room with a wrapped boy in charge. The Duke was giggling and grinning deeply at what would happen when he was finished.