Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

When I woke up, it was real.

I still get confused about my head, but I feel better than the first because it's the second time.

"! Remember -"

"Ex...... ugh!

She was Mira, who spread her arms to hold me up slowly, but she freaked out and solidified at the person who moved faster than she did.

"Mm-hmm... oh, Arthur...?

"Good......! But you, no, not now...! Anyway, good!

With tears in his eyes, Mr. Arthur slaps his best friend's shoulder back in reality.

"Ha... not at all. You're a completely unreliable leader. You're a total pain in the ass."

Mr. Merlin pounds Mr. Ex over and over again with his cane as he repeats at all......

She was her, too, and I guess she was very worried.

Ms. Mira loosened her arms as she lost momentum.

I smile and look into her eyes. [M]

"I'm home."

Then, too, she turned away from her slightly dissatisfied face and smiled like a flower.

"Yes, welcome back"

For a while, we stare at each other.

"That's right...! Leme!"

Mr. Arthur's voice.

"Thanks, lemme. Thank you from the bottom of my heart...! I will never forget this grace."

"From me, too, let me thank you so much for your best choice. What can I do for you? I'll prepare anything I can. Whatever, hehe..."

Mr Arthur tears and Mr Merlin says as he arms himself to push his chest up.

I felt the cold air emanating from Mira next door.

"Never mind. Thank you. I already got it."

When I look at Mr. Ex, I just look at him. We laugh at each other, satisfied.

'Yeah, yeah, that's a good story. It was fun. So it's time to get back to the rewards?

From the lump of light that reappeared out of nowhere, I hear voices. Spirit.

"Go in clear order ~! First, belly pepper brown tits"

Mr. Fulcus pointed at the ball of light as he looked at me with his usual faceless expression.

"Permission to destroy, seek"

'Haha, I can't. Don't make me say it again and again. Uh, you're that one. You've stunningly resisted your heights and endless appetite as a samurai! You can just remember the reward, or you can say it.'

Mr. Fulcus put up his spear, but he saw me again in the Spirit's words.

When I snort, she scratches her jaw, too.

'... ho ho. No matter how many spirits I can't do that, but I'll give you one that's as close to ideal as possible. With this, you can do more... and like it!

I wondered if the white smoke had gone up, and it would soon clear up.

At Mr. Fulcus's feet...... a large silver lid - the one wearing the dish in a restaurant or something - appeared.

Mr. Fulcus sits on the floor, touches the lid and stops for a few seconds.

And when I open the lid, I raise the hot air there - there was a hamburger.

That's not all, bread and soup, plus dishes.

'Oh, I don't care if they see me. Then I'll tell you, this is "anything dome cover," and when you think about what you want to eat with the lid down, if that's what fits under the lid, you can reproduce it! - That said, the time between scratching and making airborne magic is not right, and the taste and texture are reproduced, but it's magic, so it's not nutritious. Isn't that funny!?

Mr. Fulcus is not listening. I'm obsessed with hamburgers.

'Taste depends on your memory, so you can eat as much rice as you like. Use it in the dark of magic if you can... hey, I haven't changed it about ten times while we're talking about this...?

Flattening the dish in an instant, Mr. Fulcus lifts the lid down in an instant. This repeat.

It doesn't seem to gain just from getting full as far as listening...... if it's human (normal).

Mr. Fulcus' race is a ghost. It is believed that they are converting what they eat into strength and regenerative abilities.

If you put a chunk of magic in your belly and you can convert that too...?

No, I guess I can.

The inherent wasted effort of refining magic into the form of food is also useful to a species called ghosts.

... but this, obviously, is a magic appliance, is it a possession of the Spirit or did you just make it?

Assuming it is the latter...... common sense of mankind is pulled back.

Because the race that can create magic pieces is doomed, no new magic pieces can be created anymore.

Then the Spirit laughs, "You don't have to worry about that."

... Have you read your mind?

"Next up, sparkle [Holy Knight], second place, just a small difference!" Dreams come true, not something the Spirit can show you, "I was surprised because I ran out of words with a crisp face. And I mean it. So, what do you want?

"Not necessary. Evil Spirit."

"There is no good or evil in the Spirit, and the covenant is absolute - You can read your mind on your own.... Egg, too much abnegation. How old are you...? You're such a shiny, good-hearted kid that you can't even notice your friends...?

Mr. Arthur put his hand on the pattern of the Holy Sword.

'Hey, you guys are all short tempered.... Ah, a sword. Nice, so what's the reward for you - this! It's a magic sheath. The super convenient ability of the owner not to be scratched while keeping the holy sword in this sheath! Hey, that's so awesome.'

"... during the battle you will pull out your sword and fight"

"Ugh"

There was smoke again, and when it cleared, a sheath appeared in front of Mr. Arthur. In the case of magic equipment like this, the size is often adjusted automatically. I'm sure this sheath does the same.

The abilities are amazing, but the conditions seem difficult to use.

'Let's go next! Uh... it's you. You tight-eyed nerd.'

I say it in a way that the Spirit seems a little nasty.

"I'll carve it, won't I?

"Oh, scary. The scariest part was telling [Black Demon Instructor] in his dreams about his real charm and starting to make a mess of it, though. '

"Hey you......! Respect your privacy......!

Mira's face is a little red.

"You're so desperate... I guess I'll just have to give it to the [Black Devil's Guide] there."

"Will you shut up? No, Mr. Leme, I don't have any evil thoughts about wanting Mr. Leme used or anything like that......!

Mr. Mira glances at the Spirit with a kick and then elucidates with a bright red face.

"Ugh, yeah......"

Used......? Let's not ask for details.

"Mm-hmm. I haven't bothered to crave the kind of thing this one gives you.... Oh, there was one. Phew... you really are the [Black Demon Instructor]... '

"Come on, I'm angry...?

'Yes, yes, you're plump. Then cheer up. "

Then my body was wrapped in light.

Soon it will fit, but nothing in particular seems unusual.

"I got it."

"... then why don't you split, this is the same as you can't hide anything...!

"Uh, but humans like to perform something glowing or creeping, don't they? If you didn't, you wouldn't taste it. '

"... Gu. What an unpleasant spirit......!

Mira said she found out, but I didn't know what to think for a second.

Even though she looks at me and manages to laugh, she looks like shame has won.

- Ah.

I notice her wishes there.

My chest gets hot and my face that sees her naturally breaks.

"Next time, then. Oh, the dreaming Munchkin [Wizard] Chan"

"If you want to reward me, I will."

'Like it! This is the kind of reaction I wanted! In your case, yes, let's do this. "

For a moment, Mr. Merlin's wand glowed.

'I gave you protection. As long as you use it, the wand instantly compresses and conducts magic. It feels like you've turned off the disadvantages of using a cane and enhanced the benefits! You'll be glad ~'

"What about my primary purpose?

Mr. Merlin wants to be reunited with the Spirit he saw at an early age.

"I can't. I peeked into your memory, but I don't know who that is."

"... right"

'That's why you strengthened your cane, right?

"Is that a legitimate reward?

"That's all. Well, come on. It's time to get tired of it. Do-do, next. You 're- '

"You just have to think of what Citrine wants in your head, right?

Block the voice of the Spirit, says Mr. Sitley.

Nico as usual, but I felt a stiff smile somewhere.

'... right. Wish Eh. Hmm, come on. Make it happen. "

Smoke comes out and disappears quickly.

It was the picture book that showed up. There is no cover.

Mr. Citrie rolls, but he also looks white inside.

"It's a dwarf book." When you wish for what you want, the ingredients are written on the page. So, you're only turning the last page black, right? I swallow when I put the ingredients there, so if I wait for the rest of the night, the next morning I can do what I wanted on the book!

"... heh"

"Embrace all the" cuteness "in your head!" I want something like this "is an excellent way to pinpoint the image! Be careful, by the way, if you're not sincerely greedy, the ingredients won't come up and swallow anything. '

I guess I need the ingredients to keep them later.

It is also possible to create something with magic, like Mr. Fulcus' dome cover, but then it disappears and becomes foggy in a short time.

"Oh well."

Mr. Citrie likes cute things.

Given her ability to transform, she can prepare herself for each battle.

Wanting magic equipment that could be used on a daily basis was a nod story.

'I'm unresponsive. So, the next thing I know, Omoshiro [Black Demon Instructor] Kun... his wish has been fulfilled - because he looks, magic, and his heart is stained in black [Brave Man] Kun Ka'

"That's a lot to say..."

'Cause you managed to bring it back, even though it fell off once. I thought I'd give you a reward. What's good?

"Then I want you to fulfill Leme's wish with my right to wish"

Eh, raise your voice, but the conversation goes on between the two of you.

Are you sure? Don't you need something convenient to make your dreams come true?

"I already have everything I need. One holy sword and one companion, that's fine."

Mr. Ex says to the Spirit a lucid grin.

"... oh, my God, it's purified. Sounds serious, and yeah, fine. But, Omoshiro hates you. '

The Spirit whirls and floats around me and says, obstinately.

"If you'll forgive me, I'll give you protection or something."

"It's not me who decides whether to forgive you or not, it's the people in the village who got annoyed. I just don't like you. If you still wish."

It's rude of him not to use it more than Mr. Ex gave me his rights.

... because I thought he was going to do this, there was a part of him that was doing his best in the world of dreams, but he seemed to spot me.

On top of that, if you want to give me the right to wish instead, I'd appreciate it.

That's why I'm not going to ask this Spirit to help me on my path to the brave.

'... if you say so?

I saw Mira for a moment. [M]

She sifts and shakes her neck to the side. He figured out what I was going to say.

I'm sure she'll say the same thing she wished for.

"May my loved ones live well."

"~ ~ Eh. Ugh. Haha. You're such a delightful girl."

"Is it beyond the reach of the Spirit?

'No way......! I just wonder if I need to adjust. The subject will be given the protection of weakness. The scope is too wide in your case if you're someone important, so... shall I make you a loved one? Because everything is foreseen for the Spirit...... yeah, this number is fine'

The Spirit chuckled, continuing.

'Your loved ones are less likely to get sick, less likely to be misfortuned and less likely to be attacked by despair. However, this is a blessing that resists irrationality and is no guarantee of happiness. It makes it harder for people to get colds, for example, but you can get weak and catch a cold after you've tortured your own flesh. "

Even when it comes to protection, there are many things.

In modern times he refers mainly to the holy swords and spiritual arts that the Spirit gives to [the brave], but he meant the various powers that heavenly beings would otherwise give him.

That is why there is no contradiction in the existence of obtaining protection without a contract, as Mr. Arthur did.

The so-called lucky man may also be gaining protection from some existence.

"That's fine with me."

'... sounds like you're serious. I made it happen. Oh, I got a complaint, so I don't have any glowing performances anymore. Oh, I'm so sorry.'

The Spirit says that as he flies around Mr. Mira, who was softening.

"Knock..."

"Haha. If I hadn't complained, I might have glowed.

"Grunt..."

Mira stares at the Spirit with a repentant face.

'Well, then, no more......! By the way, I'm still open to other participants, but I can't try twice.'

That said, the lump of light disappeared.

"You didn't show us who you really are until the end...... Well, let's go home."

Mr. Merlin says it like it's boring.

I looked around everyone, but I had what the Spirit had given me and I was ready to go home.

"Yeah, I don't see anything but you."

... I knew it, right?

The lump of light disappeared but at the same time black...... a chick appeared.

It's adorable to move and jump with small wings, but it's complicated when you think the contents are that spirit.

'You like it, chick. First impression with you... no, because it seemed good until before the trial... second impression I guess. Looks like I made a bad second impression, so I thought I'd suit your taste from the looks of it first.'

I don't know why this spirit cares about my impressions. [M]

And why did you think you liked chicks...

'I really don't know why...?

…………

As I said earlier, I...

"A spirit that annoys people can't be a brave man? Uh, yeah. But it's crap. Even the Four Spirits weren't on people's side from the beginning. Even your best friend's spirits have annoyed people before, haven't they? You're safe because you didn't know? Or the moment you find out, your best friend disqualifies as a brave man?

- Even so, the Fire Spirit took a long time to prove to be on the side of mankind. What about you?

'I'll hang it for your life. It's up to you to end this one with a spirit that annoyed people, or a spirit on the side of the [Black Demon Instructor] brave.'

- Why, it's me.

'I've always liked to peek into dungeon offenses, but I'm interested to see what happens to people like you. Spirits, they're all like that. Being that lives by curiosity. Because it's up to you to decide whether you want to see how that person lives.

The Spirit seems to know more about the Spirit's contractual standards than I do. If that's what you say, maybe it is.

- [Brave] Otherwise, it's common sense of mankind that we can't stand a contract with the Spirit...

'That fits pretty well. I can't even make a deal with you. [M] It's a problem that can't be helped by effort. "

[Brave] is out of standard.

[Demon King] If you don't have it, you can't do it without winning on your own.

Originally, a person cannot stand the exercise of spiritual art.

A special human being who can stand it is the [brave man].

"The strength of the flesh is less than coarse, multiple techniques are used to fix the corners, and if you can't handle a contract, not only can the flesh interfere with the procedure... Ugh, the body is parched, right?"

I wonder why it sounds like a bit of fun.

Anyway, I can't make a deal with the Spirit.

Yet it's like signing a contract...

- Maybe, like Mr. Arthur...... no, I wonder if you'll give me a minute.

"Uh-huh? The sword my dad gave me, that's quality, right? With the protection of the Spirit, it's the Holy Sword, isn't it?

The Holy Sword is a weapon that houses the protection of the Spirit. I don't mind that it was rusty. With protection, it turns into the weapon the Holy Sword deserves.

- Quality doesn't matter. I like this sword.

"Performance is important, isn't it? Assuming you're looking to be a brave man, you can't tell me you don't care if the weapons are good or bad, can you?

……

There was no occasion to use this sword this time. I'm a rear guard and my people are excellent, so it's not strange, but even if I did, I wouldn't have gotten through to this dungeon demon.

If the giant had slashed me, any sword saint would have broken it at once.

Something very important and symbolic to me can't be disputed when they say its value as a weapon.

"A human who succeeded to the horns of [the Demon King] and mastered black magic. You've worked so hard with that lack of talent. You've worked hard, but it's hard. The party got kicked out, and, uh-huh, now they suspect you're dangerous. You're gonna hate this, aren't you? But you didn't want that resolved."

... If you wish on the Spirit, you have also managed this situation...? I don't know.

But in this way, I guess I could do it.

Perhaps the Spirit will set the course for a future where my suspicions about me are cleared and I can work as a remegeton without worrying about anyone's eyes.

I didn't even think about that.

'I liked that, too. But more importantly - your offense and defense are interesting. "

――――

Regrettably, I was glad that the other person would say that in this Spirit as well.

'I mean, you can't tie this one up because you can give cover on your own, and you can't make a contract, can you? I'll wander around till I'm bored, say hello...!

- In the end, you will...

I am free with the Spirit. I'll do what I want eventually.

I spilled my sigh as I headed with everyone to the Metastatic Recording Stone.

- Don't bother people.

"As long as you keep me entertained, I think so."

Pooh, and I feel something dwelling on my sword.

Draw on my feelings or keep the shape of the sword my father gave me. The Holy Sword is often transformed into its shape.

But I like this.

'You should use it when you want to. By the way, I guess this dungeon will disappear in a few more days.' Cause there's no extra monsters. '

You mean stop using magic to maintain the dungeon?

He also said he would accept participation in the trial, but I guess it feels like only a few days before the dungeon disappears.

"Ha... ugh"

"Mr. Lemme, what's wrong?

Mira walking next door looks at this one with a strange face.

"Oh, yeah, I'll talk to you later."

"Really? Ok. Can I ask you something later? - Who are you talking to earlier?"

"Eh."

'I don't see this one. I'm just looking at you very closely. "

"Hehe."

To Mira's smile, she manages to smile back.

A black chick rode over my head.

Even the Spirit Contractor hears that he struggles with his relationship with the Spirit... and in my case, he has no bondage or anything.

Thus, in [Black Demon Instructor], I inherited one horn of [Demon King], was taught black magic, worked as a Demon King's Army Staff, and obtained the Holy Sword - I became a spiritual possession...