Muimui-tan

- One...

"Master Lan, this should be killed"

Mr. Kunier finally caught up to me, but when he looked at me, he said so. Um, you're so radical that you don't seem like Mr. Kunier.

"Oh, yeah. Wow. Ha-ha-ha, Ko, watching this makes me uncomfortable that my whole body hair is going to turn upside down. Wow."

You've been running, even a breathless Fleur, says that.

"Run's husband, his skin tickles, see, this!

Skye pushes me around trying to show me her hair's upside-down arm. No, you guys are hairy, so don't be awesome when your hair goes upside down.

Sure.

The more I look at it, the more offensive or disgusting it is. What do you mean, it boils from the depths of my heart, from the depths...

"Hmm. Gigiji, it does look ugly, but I don't feel the kind of crisis that we all feel."

Right, was this a feeling of crisis? No, but why doesn't Mr. Sword Ahat feel the kind of crisis we're feeling, burning this skin?

"Lord Sword Ahat, would the other Ant tribes be the same?

Mr. Sword Ahat nods at my God. What's this all about?

"Gigiji, what we don't feel about it has to do with the fact that maybe our ancestors were warcraft"

No, if I told you that, wouldn't I, of course, be a warcraft? Look, Skye, you and Fleur are looking at me with a shimmering eye.

Even so, what is this creature? Why are you in a hidden room in the basement of this castle that you don't normally know?

And that was then.

Her pink guts pulse loudly. And countless eyeballs appeared to scratch that gut. Its flesh-fibre-covered eyes move to explore the crowd and surroundings. Yes, he's alive...! No, well, I know you're alive at the stage where you were. Somehow, this, this being is moving with will, uh-huh.

"Hino, something's out. Wow, I'm out. Wow!

You're panicking about Fleur.

"Dear Run, I still think this is dangerous"

Put your hands on the dagger that Mr. Kunier was laying on his hips. No, no, no.

It's true that I, too, feel a sense of crisis in this being, and I get the feeling that I should kill it from the depths of my heart, but, you know, as much as that, I get the feeling that you need to think more calmly, and that's what it feels like, like some kind of alarm, to put an end to the crisis, and that's what it feels like.

What do we do, what do we do?

"Run, Jiji, what are you going to do?

That's right.

... All right.

"I want you to leave it to yourself."

I fly to all of you, and come closer to the flesh of the wormfoot.

And raise your little Manmaru hand.

"Ha-ro."

Let's start by saying hello!

At that moment, the eyes of the meat chunks moved around, the insect feet fiercely, moving to slap the ground.

"Again, it's dangerous!

Mr. Kunier pulls out his dagger and runs.

"Wait!"

- The Magic Thread.

I fly the Magic Thread, which restrains Mr. Kunier, who had reached the sight of a meat mass in an attempt to chop it with a dagger.

"Master Lan!

"Lord Kunier, don't rush."

That's right. You were obviously responding to my greeting. Is this, maybe, maybe?

"If you know what you're saying, could you just move one of those multiple legs? If that's hard, I want you to slap the floor three times."

Once again, I fly the heavens to the flesh mass with the countless eyes in front of me. Then the meat mass beat the floor three times. Oh, come on, you're serious. Oh, my God!

'Fleur and Skye, I want you to bring charcoal and large pieces of wood. And bring me the 14th!

Skye and Fleur, who have received my revelation, for a moment, look decent, but still run out.

It wasn't a coincidence you slapped the floor three times, was it? Come on, you think you have the knowledge to solve my words, even though you look like this!

- Two...

"Type 14, can you put charcoal on that leg?

"Since when did the master like toy play?

Though I say that I don't really understand type 14, I sprinkle charcoal on one of the legs of the meat chunks that stings. And I put a big piece of wood under that leg.

'Excess, you don't seem to be able to move cleverly. It doesn't matter if you slow down.'

A lump of meat slowly moves his legs and sprinkles charcoal on the pieces of wood that have been placed.

"Dear Run, it's no use. I'm just moving my legs."

"Run's husband, look, isn't it futile?"

To Mr. Kunier and Skye, that didn't seem to be the letter.

I can read it.

Yes, it said 'correct answer' there. No, what, the right answer? Why did you write that letter?

"Type 14, next piece of wood."

I'll ask Type 14 to put a new piece of wood down.

"Who are you?"

The meat hunk reacts to my revelation.

The next letter written was' doll '. Um, I'm a doll. - You mean? No, it sounds like you have the next word. What...?

The next one to be written was The Demon Tribe. Heh? No way, I'm a demon. - No, no, that's stupid. Well, but it's a hidden room in the Demon Castle, can it be a failure of the Demon Experiment or something?

But the lump of meat did not try to write anything more, and earlier, he had slapped his feet on top of the "doll" and "demon tribe" he had written.

Demons, dolls... Dolls, Demons... What's this all about?

No, wait. They were always dropping dolls when they defeated the Demons, weren't they? Could it be about me? Sure, there was a slashed and carved doll when Micah defeated Red Canon, wasn't there?

When I took out the chopped and carved doll, I moved my leg a lot more than once, not telling him to give it to me. Oh, is it there?

But is it okay to give this to me? I don't have a particularly bad feeling about it, hmm?

Let's go.

When I put the chopped and carved doll in front of the lump of meat, my insecty feet moved to hold it in, and I stopped moving as I did.

Is that it? It's like I went into hibernation, and I totally stopped moving, but what do you mean? Is this good for you?

Then I waited awhile, but there was no sign that the meat chunks I had been swaddling would move. Um, I guess I failed something.

Ha, I can't help it.

"Type 14, I want you to see what's going on here."

"Master, it's the master's orders, so I have no choice but to obey them, but it's something I don't think I can use more conveniently. My duty is to fight…"

Yes, yes, I'll take care of it.

And the next day.

Yes, the next day.

Apart from type 14, which was sleeping in disregard of orders, there was one boy in front of the meat chunks that had been swamped.

"Hey, hey, it was too late. I'd like something to wear if I could."

And that round naked boy cheerfully raised one hand and said that.

So, who!?