Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"So why don't you guys go back to the inn and wait, or go sightseeing wherever you want?"

A demon clan I know in the greater kingdom that I might be able to fix a rusty sword.

I'm the only one who can take you there.

I wonder how familiar a demon race is with these circumstances. I know because that's what I have too.

If Mr. Rebecca suddenly brings in a lot of strangers, I'm confident he'll kiddo around...

Besides, the story is that I'm a Rokudenashi, so it's okay to look at it.

I wonder if it's the type of person who reacts to rejection when it feels clean and white to them.

For example, it feels like drinking and middle-aged, fat, bald scattering in the daytime..., letting my wife work and goof herself at home without working..., pinging my daughter-in-law's earnings..., yelling at me for buying alcohol...

How can anything be such a stereotype locudenasi of Showa?

But it doesn't matter if it's a different world, it doesn't change human society that much.

Impossible...... something like that.

"Lord, which is going alone? To the Demons."

Marina asks me in a kyotonic manner.

Oh, Marina. Didn't you understand?

"One or two with a big parent... Thank you, Demon Clan. You seem familiar. If you push it in large numbers, you might be in a bad mood and you might not be able to fix the rust sword."

Either way, there's too much for all of us.

"Marina is a slave"

"Hmm?"

"Marina wants to go with it. Slaves don't count."

"Not in numbers?

Really? Could it be?

Does it feel like slavery can accompany you in this case with tools?

"Really? Parent"

"No... not even that kind of problem"

"You can't."

"Uh...... But the Turks? If it's just her."

"That's okay."

"It hurts!

My parents give me permission to scratch my cheeks.

They say slaves don't count.

Didn't I? It feels OK because it's Turk.

But then...,

"Duh, a slave should be fine with me. I'm coming with you."

Deanna's coming. Default route.

"Mmm...... Master Elf..."

The big parent of a troubled face.

I can't get Deanna, the elf, out of the way, but I guess it also feels subtle to take her.

Speaking of demons, I think maybe it's a race that specializes in the handling of magic.

Even in terms of using demonic crystals to do something, that's fine.

And the elves are a species specialized in the handling of spiritual power.

It is an elf who uses spiritual stones to do something.

... suppose the Demons and Elves are a kind of a pair?

Anyway, because Deanna is a worldly sloppy, noten-kick princess, there's generally talk of devils and elves not getting along...?

Is it likely enough?

If so, you better not take Deanna badly......

"Yes, Deanna left a message."

"Holy crap, why not?! If Marina is good, I should be good too!

Deanna seems to think of Marina as her sister's share, usually showing her sister room. I hate it when Marina puts me out.

It feels conditional and gentle, and my mind is quite narrow.

But that's what a sister is. I know better because I have a sister and a brother.

Besides... Deanna is a basic princess.

Talk to Deanna in a whisper so she doesn't sound like a big parent.

"Hey Deanna. I wouldn't hesitate to tell you, but maybe the Demons don't like elves."

"Why not?"

"I just don't know that... Anyway, I'm pretty sure there's some kind of situation. In case, 'Wow, it's an elf!' You'll have trouble shooting me with magic while you say it. Not necessarily without that."

Speculation, though.

But it's possible.

If a specialty in magic has used the magic of flames on all the magicians in The Magician's Hall I saw at the festival, I'll pack it normally.

So I want to crush the risk.

... or I'm just following you and Deanna's saying Wagamama.

"If you really want to, don't let Marina accompany you either, because me and my big parents are going alone. Blah, blah, blah. You won't need an escort. I have a sword, too."

"But..."

"It's mostly just me and Marina with weapons. Think about it. All right, Marina's gonna put it on you, so let's all play and wait."

"But then your husband..."

"So it's okay."

"Ugh. Yes..."

I don't know, but I let him know.

In the end, Marina decided to leave, too, and just me and my big parents went to the Demon Clan.

"Oh, yeah."

Clamp the bag, take out the transceiver and give one to Mr. Rebecca. I tested it before I got here.

"I'll give you this. The usage is as explained the other day. Please let me know if you need anything. Call me if you need anything."

"Yeah.... am I good?

"Sort of. Mr. Rebecca, there are no more suitors."

I'm unspeakable and anxious at Deanna, and Marina is out of the question, and Elepi is mottled and so is.

Etowa could have been... without Mr. Rebecca, even Etowa. That's why he's so clever.

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"Husband, you're a lot rich to be enslaving Master Elf. Is that some kind of bong?

Break up with everyone, Dwarf. On the road to the Devil Clan for the two of us.

Thank you. He's been wondering, and his big parents are going to ask.

Elves are a very valuable species in this world. Elves are the only ones with brilliant eyebrows and immortality, and more importantly, can manipulate spiritual magic.

So expensive.

It's an unpleasant analogy, but when you compare it in a car, it's 'very cool and' and 'long service life and (you can ride it for life) durable'. More importantly, it feels like 'high performance, can fly in the sky'.

It's no longer a car, that's it.

It's set high.

So I guess you're interested in building a young man who's enslaving that.

I could have lied to Texto, but because of this, I tried to talk to her about me and Deanna meeting.

I'm not even talking about himming you.

On the road, speaking as one,

"- What? It's like being half framed."

and the Great Parent. I'll be sure to say it.

"Like, you were definitely framed for half of it. I was blue too..."

Hoops... and try to cool it down, but the fact that I got hit well by Efta doesn't go away. Mostly he said Shilet and "10 Spirit Stones" or something. I wasn't pinning at the time, but now I know how much that's worth. You know, I'm usually bankrupt.

"Did the Turks say they bought it then?

"Yes, you're cute."

"Oh, you miss it a lot. My husband is not discriminating against the Turks, is he? This is a confirmation."

"Not at all."

"As much as you enslave Master Elf. Well, if you don't, I don't know how to meet the Demons."

Does it have to do with whether you're enslaving the elves or not, or whether you're discriminating against the Turks?

No, there is. You said the Turks would be scorned for false elves. I guess I have that idea because I have a strong desire to respect the elves.

He said that there was not that much Turk discrimination in other countries, and in this country, where the power of the Great Spirit is strong, the Turks would find it difficult to live.

Well, I naturally love it. I love the Turks.

Speaking of which, I wonder if there's a village somewhere full of Turks or something.

I might be more interested than inside the elves.

Stop by the guild on the way and buy a Demon Crystal about the size of one gold coin.

They say demons often spring up in the pits, and they have a great inventory of demonic crystals. One gold coin is a cool expense, but you won't have a choice.

I asked if I should have something like a souvenir, but I bought rice along the way.

Souvenirs are rice. How practical.

Follow behind a large parent who keeps going with small unexpected healthy legs.

Lucraella, whose city is not as well maintained as Eliche, is neither paved with cobblestones.

Go down the dust road.

The mountain, precisely Mount Lucraella - seems to be a leading mine, with, by the way, an entrance to the pit.

Many of them are now abandoned roads, and many are using it to make their homes. They say there are a few of them in the Dwarves at the Great Parent.

At the foot (foot) there is also a poor dwelling in disorder.

Lucraella was also small and beautiful in the center, but coming all the way around here, it's pretty cluttered or neglected.

"... sir. I trust you today to meet the Demons, but don't just do something to smash my face."

The big parent pushes caution.

Apparently, the Demon Clan is a somewhat subtle treatment in this neighborhood.

I said, "Whoa, whoa! Demons! I'm calling! Are you afraid to make a scene or talk later and say," Hehe, Gendarmerie Sun, let the Demons hide and live there "?

"It's okay."

Well, if you're afraid of that, you shouldn't even be forced to introduce me, but this is the use of the 'con artist' vocation of fear. Like "Makes it easier to get credit".

... No, you probably thought you shouldn't even have to dare make a tall comeback because you're simply rich. However, when I talk about clandestine immigrants, do I get 3 pieces of silver coins? It's not like a clandestine immigrant, but many would be about one gold coin.

It's not about the amount.

No matter how much you get, you can't snitch.

Go down a roadless road with a gutter.

With a powerful foothold, the great parent pushes through the cluttered woods. Sometimes with the Hip Mountain Knife (Machete), I beat away the rustling and disturbing branches.

There is no way out.

Shortcuts are a lot of route selection.

At the foot of Mount Lucraella (though not a single mountain), a number of pit tracks poke open their mouths and breathe in the air. It's like the mountains are breathing.

Lucraella is only described as the largest mine in the capital, with many traces of wooden pits that give a sense of history and as if they had shredded the mountain itself rather than drilling holes, dotted around Mount Bota, which has piled up excavated soil and stones.

This one is less popular and seems to have most of the old pit tracks. There's no sign of people living there.

... I wonder if there really is a Demon Clan in this place.

I heard you walked about half an hour, but you're far out.

And, at last, I went out to an open place.

"Got it. In here."

"Is this it?"

In front of an old pit trail.

Apparently, he lives here in hiding and has a sense of life outside the pit.

The laundry is dried on a rope strewn on a tree and a tree. There are buckets for laundry. Traces of cooking outside.

Todai, with a crude wooden table and two chairs.

This is the place. I guess it's rare for people to come. If so, I may occasionally have tea while sunbathing or something.

"I'll go first, I'll talk to you, just wait for me."

"Yes."

I will be left alone.

Try sitting in a chair.

... but Demon Clan?

I should have asked you what you looked like first.

This world looks different in this kind of race. Quite different, I mean.

Etowa is some kind of cat person, even elves have long ears, and dwarves are a tall gutty munchkin.

Maybe he's a lizard person, an ice person, a flaming person, or a crystal boy.

If I were just Cribbo, I'd be giggled......

Let's just be prepared.

After being bonkers for a while, I heard a gutter and someone approaching me.

I rise from my chair.

It's unlikely that people will come here.

What, is it an animal?

It's a place like this, possibly a warcraft or a monster.

I set myself up to pull my sword out at any time.

Scratch the grass.

"Humph. Humph. Lyraila for dinner today. Natural Lyraila."

A girl with two hands heavily holding a big bird like a turkey as she mumbled her nose - a good old woman appeared.

I guess there are hardly any visitors here.

You don't realize I exist.

"Mush the wings, gut them out, pack the rice, flap the surface -"

And the moment I turned to you, you noticed me.

It solidifies as if it has paused.

She's a girl with beautiful, cool, watery hair.

Around here, a little unusual hair color.

I have heard that there are more water colored hair in Teito, that is, in the north.

Is she a little older than Olika?

……………

Red eyes like the female moon "Link Lummy".

A snake-like entanglement depression (...) black tattoo on everything your body can see.

Disastrous as opposed to Deanna's colorful and congratulatory tattoo.

I think I heard it somewhere.

Red eyes, black tattoo.

".................. Hello"

In the meantime, I'll say hello.

Is this man a demon? It's a lot different than I thought, but maybe you don't even know it by the looks of it.

Look at me like I'm worth it, burning red eyes.

The admonition - it won't mean anything, but it's obviously alarming.

Or so it doesn't make you feel like you're running away from it right away.

Mysterious calm. That sounds a little Deanna.

"... which hand is it?"

The girl opens her mouth. The Hand...

"I'm not in any hands."

"Have you come to kill me?"

"I won't kill you, though."

"So you're a hunter for the prize money."

"What's a bounty neck?

"Don't be silly!

Humph, you used to sing your nose, but you're such a crisp girl.

I remember at the prize money, but this guy's an alley.

It's a violation of the Spirit Covenant, and it's called a "burnt state".

You broke a spiritual covenant, and after a while you lost your blessing, you had a black tattoo on your body, your eyes became red, and you lost your strength. You heard me on the way to Lucraela from Mr. Rebecca.

I don't know if I can get a piece of gold when I talk about it.

"I said," Jailprints "..."

"White, how dare you! Whose fault is it!

He's so cute. You have blood on your head.

I think we should calm down and handle it under Lyra.

"Well, wait a minute, please. I don't know about you, and it's not completely first-person. [M] I don't know what you're misunderstanding, but it's a misunderstanding anyway."

"Oh... Either way, no more... I can't bother her her any more... Already..."

No. I'm not listening.

While doing so, I take a dagger of luxurious making out of my chest.

Design I saw somewhere.

The sheath of sandalwood (ebony) with its exquisite twist contains a geometric literature spiral "rayon" finely crafted, the sheath's stone protrusion and mouthpiece, rayon (tsubaku), and patterned head (shiny) are made of blue and white metal and beautifully carved.

The pattern is made of sandalwood with the same material as the spirally shredded sheath, and this one has a beautiful content.

"Whoa, cool dagger"

That kid's serious.

I pulled my dagger out of my sheath, a sign that I'm still going to hurt myself.

Cool dagger! No. We have to stop it.

Before rushing over to stop, the polar print girl stopped moving with a voice emanating from the pit.

"That's it! The man is my guest. Calm down. I'm not a chaser."

A shadow coming out of the pit with a great parent.

White hair.

Not long but just a little pointy ear.

Brown skin similar to marina.

And, suddenly, the vocational board popped up.

Meet the Nightmare 1/3 Altar (Alter) 's' Alghese 'Crusade 2/3

Guidance advances.

The intensity of the next phase is also amazing, but not anymore than that.

I mean, the guidance has progressed, so...

"Nightmare..."

You're not a demon!