Muimui-tan

- One...

Ride the divinely bestialized Emilio and go for the Crystal Palace in the King's Capital, Mist Avan. Move as high as you can to keep me from seeing who I am today.

Initially, I tried to increase my cancer altitude, but through the clouds, and somewhat further, I stopped rising just to say Emilio was already the limit.

Um, I was kind of hoping that it would be okay to go as far as space as this, because I don't feel the resistance of the wind or the cold, whether it's the protection of the divinely beastified Emilio. Can't you just do it?

You wanted to go up to those two moons that looked sky-high. Well, that's not the case now.

If this real mode of even turning off the protections that we have now and turning all of Emilio's forces to speed, if we keep accelerating with momentum, maybe we can even go through the stratosphere, but in that case, my body won't have it. Even when I do a serious mode acceleration on the ground, I'm about to die, I can't.

One day, I'd like to try to get there by that month.

"Nyah!"

The divinely bestialized feather cat sounds and lowers altitude. Oh, did you get to the capital? Really, it's early. After all, it's a huge advantage to be able to fly. King Naryn gave me Ruff's eggs because Fallin brought them right to the ice palace. I wonder if it will hatch soon. It's been quite a few days, and there's never been any sign of hatching, but it's rotten in there, right? Or should I carry it with me, like when I was a feather cat? Somehow, I think the latter is likely.

Uh, I remember in Naryn, the male and female of Guag is the old Chamber of Commerce... now it was the West Chamber of Commerce, or it remains taken by. Because of the egg dishes, dammit. I'll take it back when we grow up.

"Nyah."

God beastified Emilio flew with enough momentum to penetrate the Royal Palace Crystal Palace, and returned to the original feather cat figure on the verge of bumping into him. Whoa, whoa, you!

Catch me in the air with Type 14 thrown out and run straight into the royal palace.

Soldiers who were protecting the Royal Palace are experiencing a surprise delay in their sudden onslaught. In the meantime, we are in the royal palace. Sure, considering what I look like, this kind of raiding mayhem assault would be effective, but I still would have liked you to talk to me in advance.

A feather cat flies along the side of the 14th type running through the royal palace with me in his arms.

"Nyah, be"

How many times do I have to talk to you in advance, but you can only talk to me?

"Nyah, nya!

Yeah, I don't know. Right, I can't talk to this guy.

"Master, should we run to a place where there's a reaction from an individual named Cecilia?

Type 14 walks through the royal palace. No, you, the individual you name, the reaction, you're just purposefully saying it. Type 14, I'd appeal to you to be a machine if I wanted to.

And type 14 opens a big door. Bubba. Hey, isn't this a common sight in a castle or something?

Master, this way.

As Type 14 lifts me up, I walk through it, on a purple carpet, in the presence of soldiers and great nobles. No, no, put it down, don't, wow, you're getting attention!

The soldiers around them were unable to move with their mouths wide open to the too grand attitude of Type 14. And type fourteen unloads me in front of the throne where the nobles were gathered and had become one group.

It's a run.

Princess Cecilia, sitting on the throne and looking busily at the paperwork, giving instructions to the nobles around her, notices my presence placed in front of her and raises a voice of joy. Oh, thank you.

"Intruder! Guards!

The soldiers around me return to the voice of the princess. And the surroundings get louder and louder.

"It's a warcraft!

"An enemy!?

No, the..., the...

"Quiet!

Princess Cecilia stood up and sounded a quiet stop spreading to the surrounding area.

"It's a run!

Then put your hands on your hips and defy your chest greatly. No, um, so, why, you look so great with my name...

"Everybody, refrain!

All the nobles and soldiers around me who heard the princess kneel. The only ones standing are me and Type 14, and the princess.

"Run, it's been a while."

Ouch.

But I didn't come to see you this time.

"Princess Cecilia, this time I came up to form an alliance between my country, Gracia, and the Holy Kingdom of Lemurias"

I went up there.

"Oh, my God! The Land of Runs!

The princess opens her eyes wide and is astonished. Well, it won't be possible to form an alliance with the Empire. When it does, it will inevitably become an empire. My country has just been built, so I thought we needed big backshields and alliances.

"Is that someone who looks like a run nagging? I'd like to go."

No, no, you're like me, because there's no one else but me.

'Sure, some people are treated like warcraft, but it's' people 'who live there'

Mr. Orcs can handle warcraft, can't they? But you can talk normally, but you're not sure how to treat a warcraft. I used to be convinced that I treat warcraft because I have demon stones in my body, but I also know that people have demon stones. It just seems like people were distinguishing people because they wanted to have an advantage.

"I see. But it's not just about the two of us, Run, it's about the country and the country, and that's where we need profit."

Well, you will. If you're a country and a country, you're friends with Princess Cecilia, so you're sorry.

"First, delicious water and food, and the sale of genuine silver products"

"Well, the quality of the food is improving, using the fruits of my journey."

Oh, the princess also recognized that Shinto is a country where rice is unsavory. But that's not what fate is.

Yes......,

"And the treatment of His Highness Ursula"