My Dad Is Too Strong

It was five days after the guests began to visit.

After five days of semi-forced rest, the crane had to move twice as busily as usual. a rush of customers I was about to take orders, cook and serve, and even ten hands were aching.

'Here we go again.'

While serving.

The crane sighed when it found Imfelheim hiding behind a tree and glancing over here. He liked Earth's food, among them 'kimbap,' more than anyone else, desperately trying to hide whether being caught hurt his pride. So instead of ordering directly, I made some excuses and ate kimbap.

"Oh, long time no see. Hierarchical."

"Yes. What else is going on today?"

The guests showed little response when they saw Imfelheim.

I shuddered with surprise only in the past, but since I realized that I didn't do anything harmful, I have been immersed in the food in front of my eyes thinking, "Did I come to eat kimbap again?"

by the way

Imfelheim's condition was a little strange.

Somehow he looked pale. He looked around carefully and whispered in his ear.

"......what do you have to do with Overload?"

"Relationship? Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?"

"When I came here five days ago, Overload was looking after your shop. I want to eat kimbap then...…."

There was a moment of silence.

Whether Imfelheim realized he had made a slip of the tongue.

He blushed slightly, and coughed in vain.

The heavy plane murmured gravely.

"You came here because you wanted to eat gimbap."

The fact that Imfelheim is a "gimbap churder" was already famous in the world of Shimmye, but he thought he was completely hiding it.

"But I couldn't order it because there was an overload.

"Oh, it's... it's me?"

Avoid looking.

It seemed to hit the nail on the head.

"Well, anyway. Overload, let's go....... It's true that I looked after the house. While I was on Earth for a moment to see the Heavenly Horse, Overrod offered to look after the house first."

a crane with a shrug of the shoulders as if nothing had happened

Impelheim couldn't possibly understand the attitude.

What is Overload like?

A king of the past who ruled the whole center with unparalleled overwhelming force.

In the face of his terrifying power, even rankers who said they flew and grew their hearts were like Job Monster. In the past, Imfelheim also had a hard time attacking Overrod and getting rid of it, but it still made me shudder when I think about that time.

"So! I asked what kind of relationship it was!"

"If I were to argue, it would be a death penalty or a priest......... No, because Overload is not a disciple of Heaven's Horse. Overload is following the Heavenly Horse as the 'Master'. I'm taking you as a teacher. So, somehow we got a little closer......... Impelheim?"

The Wei Zhonggi waved before Imfelheim's eyes.

Impelheim flinched.

"......Master?"

"Yes."

"Owner of the Overload?"

"Master."

Seems quite shocked.

Impelheim staggered.

As if to understand his reaction, the critical mass laughed.

"If it's a heavenly horse, it's possible."

"Ma, that's ridiculous..... that's not......... that Chunma is stronger than Overload?"

"Yes."

It was totally unacceptable information.

Judging by the usual nature of the critical period, I couldn't think of it as a joke.

"You said you used to get gimbap from an adventurer on the 10th floor of the center?"

Impelheim recalled the old days.

Gimbap was so delicious that you wouldn't know if you ate it or not.

The taste was so intense that I still remembered it clearly.

"He is the Heavenly Horse. The adventurer who wore the eye of the matchmaker and had a winning percentage of zero."

Imfelheim's mind became complicated.

[Guiding the Children's Theater Association]

Dojun looked alternately at home correspondence and Kiriel sent from the children's home.

Kiriel had various animal masks in his hands, including lions, foxes, rabbits, and squirrels. Two weeks ago, I heard that the day care center is holding a theater under the title "The Lion's Birthday in the Forest," and they are probably going to practice. For your information, the main character, the lion, was taken over by Byul.

"Go down to the fourth floor and do it?"

"Woong. The god's grandfather is Kim Bob and Cola La Meok, a teenager."

Do-jun smiled.

Shin Sun and Cho Yang-woon on the fourth floor of the center seem to have been obsessed with food on Earth recently and asked for gimbap and cola as a condition to help them practice the play. When Dojun stopped by the fourth floor of the center a few days ago, he could see why Cho Yang-woon mentioned several times about "play practice."

"You made the mask yourself."

"Hoo-hoo. Isn't it well made?"

It was very crude.

Dojun smiled and nodded for the sincerity.

Even if it was a mask, it was all about an animal's sloppy expression by pasting colored paper on top of a white mask. Especially in the case of squirrel masks, there was a sigh, but it was honestly hard to notice that it was a squirrel until Kiriel said "squirrel."

"I'll be back then."

"God, they're all Olgae!"

"Wait a minute."

Dojun lifted the squirrel mask and marked it 'squirrel' with a marker.

I should have done this earlier. Haha.

Kiriel loaded himself on the door of the dimension, looking at the squirrel mask and muttering.

Dojun gave a false laugh.

***

Imfelheim occasionally stopped by the fourth floor of the center when he was feeling mixed up.

Sitting on a steep cliff in the world of freshness, I often visited the mountain because I felt as if I could relax my frustration.

'Whoa.'

Heavenly horse. King of the earth.

A man strong enough to beat Overload.

I wonder how he could have such power.

I was worried that if he came down to Simgye, he would survive.

That's because in the world of mind he was branded as a target of fear by the people and his reputation was not good.

'......for God's sake, you couldn't even say you wanted gimbap after all.'

Grasp a stomach growling.

Then, a familiar man was found down there.

He was named Kiriel with the same 'surrender seat' as himself.

Kiriel was with Cho Yang-woon and a baby, and Imfelheim's eyes grew as he watched what he was doing there.

'Well, that's gimbap!

Imfelheim flew to Kiriel's place.

"Okay! I'll help you with that masquerade!"

He gave the condition that he should help Star's play practice to eat gimbap, but Imfelheim accepted the offer without any thought. Although Cho Yang-woon seemed to be dissatisfied with the increased mouth, he did not openly say anything because his opponent was Impeelheim.

Anyway, so the masquerade began.

The main theme of "The Lion's Birthday in the Forest" was to receive gifts from animal friends in the forest for the lion's birthday. The first order was Imfelheim.

Kiriel handed me a squirrel mask.

"What is this?"

"It's a squirrel mask. This body made it by itself. If you wear it on your face like this, you will be a squirrel from now on."

Imfelheim laughed at the crude squirrel mask.

After a while, Kiriel stood side by side in front of the stars, wearing a fox and a rabbit mask for Cho Yang-woon. The first one to recite the lines was Imfelheim.

"Uh.... ...Lion, happy birthday. What a shabby......... No, thanks for inviting me to a precious place. It's not a big deal, but I brought an acorn as a gift.…."

Imfelheim read the script book written in the central language.

Before reading the script, the star, who was watching "Squirrel" with a much-anticipated face, somehow looked very disappointed. Kiriel, who was watching from the side, opened his eyes and said,

"You don't do it right?"

Embarrassed at the thought of being caught, Imfelheim stammered.

"......ha, I'm doing it."

"You can tell at once whether this body is a naughty or trying hard. You know?"

Kiriel, who was on duty to read "Byul's Fairy Tales," pointed out, recalling his own experiences. Sometimes it was really bothersome to read fairy tales, when I was just as glum as Impeleheim.

"Act like a squirrel invited to a lion's birthday party."

"......."

I can't do anything for kimbap.

Imfelheim cleared his throat with a chum.

After a while, he spoke with the most cheerful feeling possible.

"Lion! Happy birthday! Thank you so much for inviting me to such a precious place!"

Only then did the star answer excitedly.

"Oh my gosh! Come on, let's get lost!"

"It's not a big deal, but I've got an acorn for you as a present! Will you take it?"

"Woong. Do To Lee, lose. Ah. 몃 개 개 ?"

"Oh, my God. ...."

Impelheim scratched his head.

I wondered if the lion liked acorns.

Soon enough, he continued the play.

***

Do-jun, who stayed home alone and read the newspaper, checked the time.

Two hours have passed since Byul and Kiriel left for the center, and I thought I'd go see if the play practice was going well. Dojun folded up the newspaper and took out the central talisman and immediately moved to the fourth floor.

"Huck! What is this! Kiriel."

'Huh?

I can hear the voice of a man I've heard from somewhere.

Dojun slowly turned his eyes to the sound.

There was a star, a Cyrillic, a supernova, and a man.

The man was the transcendental seat of Imfelheim, which Dojun had once seen.

Impelheim was gulping down Coke.

"What is it? Don't you know Coke?"

"Cheo, it's my first time. Oh, my... ...feeling water......... Is it poisoned?"

Four people sitting huddled together on the floor with a mast.

Among them were gimbap and cola. Those enjoying their meal as if they were on a picnic, had practiced the play until just now, and masks were neatly placed next to it.

"It's not poison. That's what we call carbonated drinks."

"......carbonated, carbonated."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

Cho Yang-woon, who drank cola, burped and burst into laughter.

Then he picked up a kimbap and put it in his mouth and smiled as if he was happy.

Impelheim said.

"Let's eat all this and switch roles and do more."

"Hot! Two writing children?"

"Well, it's kind of fun doing it...…."

Impelheim scratched his cheek.

After a while.

After finishing their meal, they soon switched roles and started a new masquerade.

The lion was Kiriel, the squirrel was a star, the fox was a super-yangun, and the rabbit was an impelheim.

Wearing masks all over their faces, they put on hard acting on the sail.

"Hoot. This body loves acorns. How many do we have?"

"Hey, you, me! What am I going to do you want me to do it?"

Do-jun laughed while watching the masquerade.

And quietly left the fourth floor of the center so as not to disturb the practice.