Muimui-tan

- One...

"Run, again!

Joan holds the king's shield high, high, and high.

"Oh. Joan, too. Good luck in the Reich."

I put up a real silver spear and respond.

"Run, see you later."

The princess puts up a brooch made of shells. Oh, I'm here. You had it right.

I show the princess the brooch of the seashell I'm putting on the cloak at night with my side arm Naraka. I'm putting it on, too.

The Red Knight waves this way and the Blue Knight bows. Yeah, of course, but you're both going back to the country.

"Princess Cecilia returns to the country......? Ha, ha, ha!

Sir Yaz, the lion head, leaves before me. And for some reason, he puts his hand over my head and puts a feather cat in it.

"Nyah!"

What are you doing with the feather cat, this guy?

"Now you're finally back in business with the Reich."

Mr. Holy Knight stands beside me, too. And for some reason, he makes feathercats just like Sir Yaz, the lion-headed one.

"Nyah!

So why do you have a feather cat?

"With that said, I heard about the wind rumors. Looks like there was an Imperial nobleman named Noalgie who handed the Red Dragon material to his hometown of Naryn to support him."

Mr. Holy Knight squeals like a solitaire. Well, that's what a noble man was again.

"If I met the potato adventurer there, an imperial nobleman named Noalgie, the Holy Knight Simeon would have thanked me. He said," If I can do it, I can help you. "

The chief saint says that while he does the feather cat.

"Why, to yourself?

Take my revelation and see the ring that Mr. Holy Knight lowered to my neck.

"Potato worm adventurer, you're an imperial nobleman, aren't you? I thought if I had the chance to see you. It would be best if I could say it myself. It's hard to get involved with imperial nobility."

Uh, I see. Is that what you mean? That's fine, fine. Noalgie. I'll be sure to thank you.

Copy that.

Yes, I told him. I just told him. Really, I told him. Hey, I'm a great kid who keeps his word.

"Right, right"

Even so, is this a temporary goodbye to Joan or the princess? Next time we meet again, I wonder if Joan is becoming a more awesome saint knight. I know I'm getting stronger, too! Hey, it wasn't meant to be strong. I'm in trouble. HAHAHAHAHA

- Two...

- "Metastasis" -

Joan and the princesses have been dropped off and use their Transfer skills to return to their homes.

Now, go inside from behind the dining room, as usual, and sit in your own private chair. Phew, you were supposed to just drop me off today, but you're tired. I didn't think you were going to fight Joan. Plus, he's Joan's guy, unscrupulous, hard, hard. I don't know, really, if it's an iron wall that far, it doesn't feel safe as a shield.

Welcome home, Master.

When I was sitting in my chair relaxing, there was a 14 behind me at some point. Wow, I'm surprised. I still suddenly show up. There was no sign of the door being opened. I wonder what, with teleportative power, you're showing up behind my back......

"Ooh, the owner's back? You want to make it dinner?

Pong is coming too. Oh, dinner, please.

"Huh, I'll have some Fleur's rice, too. Wow."

Open the door, Fleur's coming too. I don't know, you look sleepy. It's too late for lunch, huh? And yes.

"Fleur, can you make me some kind of weapon for Type 14?

"Oh? Does the back owner need something, too?

Take my word for it, or Type 14 will bow. You can tell by the grace behind my back. Only these places and appearances seem to be excellent maids. But pompous.

"I want a fierce weapon that's armored, that punches me hard"

"Okay. Wow. I just got a lot of wolf-based material, so I'll give it a try. Wow... Huh."

Isn't that the wolf material I gave Mr. Kunier? Definitely, right?

"Also ask for protective gear for yourself"

"Huh, I get it. Wow."

Yes, I asked for it.

"Master, you'll need my help in the labyrinth again."

Type 14 glances at me from the side and talks. No, for the time being, I guess I'm good enough alone. Tomorrow, we're going to use the direct staircase from one level to seven.

"Owner, and Fleur, I brought you some rice."

Pong is bringing our rice. Cooking, cooking. Oh, I've been waiting.

First, rice, rice.