Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

"You call me by a much nostalgic name. Who are you? How do you know that name?

Demon tribe and thoughtful brown woman.

Who is it? I have trouble being asked.

It's hard to prove an individual because he's an undisputed Gentile in this world.

No, I guess that's not what we're talking about.

But this demon tribe.... No, the Nightmare.

White - rather than ivory (ivory) hair.

A slightly thicker brow.

Slightly healthy brown skin for you living in a cave like this.

Double hill of chest that won't stop claiming to do it.

More importantly, there are two twisted tunas growing on that side of the head.

Mm-hmm. You're a cowgirl.

"Shamash......"

A jailprint daughter with a luxurious dagger squeaks.

Zhu's eyes shake in confusion.

Cool dagger. Damascus' body.

Apparently, it's similar to the dagger in Mr. Sherrow's house.

That was originally given to me by the Emperor by the head of the mercenary regiment that Mr. Sherrow was deputy commander of. Were you talking about getting it as a shadow when the captain died?

I see, I have so many items, and this jailprint daughter must be wacky. I wonder if you could sell it. I've been looking for a little Eliche before, but you've never seen that one before.

Assuming it's a knife protection thing, I don't think so...

A demonic woman shrugged her shoulders, claiming her hands on her hips.

"Anyway, he's my guest. Put the sword away.... hehe, it's been a long time since I've had a customer. Let's have some tea and talk slowly."

A slightly lower, silky smooth voice.

And it's a lot better than I imagined.

It's about the Demon Clan, so I imagined that my skin was so green that I grew tentacles and stuff, and I could see "this guy sucks" all the time.

Normally, I didn't expect a young beauty to come out......

That's why I was guided to the residence of the Demons, that it was in the pit.

Jailprint Daughter still seems to be alert to me, even though she says it's a misunderstanding.

The pits are cool and have air flow. It must be connected somewhere.

Furthermore, it seems that there is a mysterious light source and it is not dark. At dusk, the face of the person a little further away is bright to the extent that it can be recognized or not.

I don't know why, but it's a fantasy world. Maybe even the hikarigoke is growing.

Well, in the dark without a light source, the Demons, whatever, the Prison Tattoo Daughter will be tough to live in. I thought it might be inconvenient to live in a pit, but if it's bright, I can't live in it. It might be more convenient than a normal house.

The dwellings of the Demons were in a slightly open place in the pit.

"Hmm? Oh, cool"

"Do you see how good this is? Hehe, did you hear that? Aeon, D'Argos"

"Isn't my husband a little aesthetically pleasing?

"Yeah? Don't you have this?

Demonic dwellings had flashy sculptures on exterior walls, doors, etc. Stones and wood are changing into plants and animals.

European or Art Nouveau...... Highly designed and cool. It's something I've never seen in Eliche or Lucraella.

That's the demon dwelling! There is a demon that makes me think that, as far as I'm concerned, I'm very ant...

"Did you carve this?

Ask the Demons.

"Oh. Confidence. Anyway, I have plenty of free time."

Doya face lightly.

Mm-hmm. Wow.

Demons, but maybe it's masonry or something. How magic came before you, craftsman. Maybe I have intimacy with my extended relatives in that relationship.

Inside open a fine wooden door.

There is a small fireplace, with modest flames glowing with chills.

The room is warm, still an Art Nouveau tone, or there are many pieces of furniture carved with Kunechne and demonic designs.

The walls depict an intertwined painting of a pigeon.

The tables and chairs are also sculpted and highly designed.

Are these also the products that I made because I was free?

I simply want to get to know you as an artisan.

"Come on, sit down. Let's make some tea."

He frankly recommends the chair.

Me and my big parents, and my three jailbroken daughters, we'll be on the table.

Somehow uncomfortable.

Someone I don't know. A house I don't know.

I've gotten used to it a lot lately, but it's a pulling neat. It remains a bad way to deal with the first person you meet.

When no one was silent, the imprint daughter opened her mouth.

"............... excuse me earlier. I didn't expect a customer to come to Shamash. I thought you were my guest."

Keep your head down with the pepper.

I hear it's cold that blood just went up on your head.

Shamash is probably the name of that demon tribe.

So much so that I didn't expect a guest. Apparently, that demon clan is muscled up.

She's such a beauty, and if she cares about it, she'll probably eat in it or something.

"No. Because I suddenly asked. My apologies."

"Oh. You're being polite."

"No, it's normal."

Nor would it be particularly polite. but all of a sudden I'm going to be up to the point of not asking questions about prison marks.

I'd really like to hear it, but jailbroken should mean he's been running away with some sort of spiritual contract violation.

I don't even stick my neck in weird.

Contract - My contract with Marina, for example, doesn't have the kind of contract that would have this imprint. If you rebel, you just lose your blessings.

Basically, prison stamps seem to occur in 'Failure to Serve a Sentence'.

Does that mean that this jailprint daughter is some kind of sinner and has fled?

So, are you hidden here by the Demons?

"... do you care? This is it."

Says as he rubs the imprint on his black depressed arm.

The gaze is diagonally down. Staring at the edge of the table.

Is there still backwardness?

"Especially. We have something similar."

In a way, Deanna's tattoo has a higher impact. Because it's colorful.

Besides, he seems to make the book popular, and he says, "I care! I care! I'm super concerned! I can't even say" or anything.

Well, from the people of the world over here, this prison tattoo may feel like "wow," but from me, a modern Japanese, a full-body tattoo is something within common sense. Instead of tattoos, I work with fluent talking cat humans, this way.

Besides, it was a full-body tattoo that I used to come to the office sometimes when I was a black company. Different in design and color from Deanna's, but similar in terms of colorful systemic tattoos.

Well, that's why I said, "Wow, tattoos! No more emotion."

"Thank you for waiting. There are very few visitors, so take the time to find a cup."

The Demons come back with tea on Obon.

Sit tea at the table side by side. And he's staring at me.

Hey... stop, I'm sight phobic... What the...

"Well...... This is very important, but I want to be the first to make sure. I've been wondering since I first saw you."

Mr. Demon Clan, who looks me in the eye and talks to me.

I haven't even introduced myself yet......

The Demons sipped a cup of tea, breathed a small breath, and said.

"- Isn't what's on your hips a bit of a demon sword?

"Huh?"

"I'm a little racially special. I'm just a little sensitive to demon fluctuations. So, that sword isn't a normal sword, is it?

Mm-hmm. Someone who knows what a demon sword is.

Speaking of which, the bear monster also said, "It's the Devil's Sword! Forgive me!"

"As you can guess, it's a demon sword. My name is Heart of Blood."

It's nothing to hide.

No, I'd be in trouble if they attacked me like an example bear, but no way would that happen.... No, right?

When I answered, the Demons meditated.

"Right...... I'm sorry. I hope you don't mind if I show you."

"Issue."

Pass every sheath of the Devil's Sword.

Is it thoughtful for the Devil's Sword alone?

Received finally. Pulls the sword out of the sheath.

And I'm fascinated by that obsession.

"... ooh! As inherited, seven demon swords. A divine sword struck with the devil in mind. I can't believe it's really real..."

Divine sword.

"Isn't it a legacy passed down to the Dwarves? But you said so yourself."

When I showed the Devil's Sword to the Great Parent, he must have certainly been running that thing in his mouth.

Seven demon swords. Buried seven races away, seven blood-soaked swords - or something.

"Yeah. Right. The Devil's Sword is famous. It would also be passed down to the Dwarves. Perhaps it's our species that's telling the truth."

"Reality?"

"Oh. It is said that a demon sword is not something that a person has struck. And they say the sword chooses its own owner. In the Spirit Civilization era, there were seven users recognized by the Devil's Sword?... and after the end of the Spirit Civilization era, the Devil's Sword disappeared again. With its users."

"He disappeared. I mean, it's here..."

Well, they put it all over the place outside the ancient tool store.

"According to our legacy, the use of the Devil's Sword was often replaced. It seems, however, that the user was always a hero and a brave man of such strength. As for the Spirit Civilization Era, you know what?

"No, I hardly know. Was it about a thousand years ago?

"Yes, a thousand years ago. For us and elves, it was only a few generations ago, but for people it would be a long time ago."

That's right. A thousand years ago, it's a time of peace.

So, the Demon Clan also has a long life as elves?

"You've heard of the unique, well-known" Marsh of Malice (The Venom) "or" Shadow (The Silhouette) "? They didn't know much about it, but there were other unique jobs in those days. Only four people are passing it on today. Yeah, except for The Mirage of Dreams. He's the only one who's been around lately."

A swamp of malice? Shadow? Like I've never heard of it......

Sure, the cleric said it when I was blessed.

There have only been five people in the past who have inherent jobs. If you're sure of what the devil said, there were actually more...

"Anyway, it means that the Spirit Civilization era was that much bullshit. It is said that intrinsic jobs do not express themselves without more than five vocations. That's because it was a mess. Furthermore, the monsters traveled beyond comparison to the present, and the number of warcraft was beyond comparison to the present, he said. Moreover, the power of the hunter against it was not comparable to that of modern times…"

"It's a time of violence..."

Scared or scared.

If it was those times, it might have been more likely that Goblin would have made me a taco beater.

The Demons continue to talk.

"The brave men who were in the age of spiritual civilization. Only they had the Devil's Sword. Why do you have it? After 1,000 years, something recognized by the Devil's Sword appeared? And how do you know the real name of my species? You are... who?

Whoa.

It was far-fetched, but he said I was pretty suspicious.

Well, should I answer honestly?

"I normally found the Devil's Sword in an ancient tool store. You're just saying you were lucky, or you're the one who met by chance. The race name thing was your guide." Meet the Nightmare, "he said. So I didn't know you were a Nightmare. This is a coincidence, too."

"... no. I was certain in your words now. [M] At least you won't be a believer in the Great Spirit."

"Why not?

I'm not supposed to give you any information that you're enslaving the elves.

Or is it possible that the big parent has already told you?

And I thought, that's not what happened.

"If you're a believer in the Great Spirit, you'll never say" accidental encounter "about the person you met with guidance. I take it that way as a result of the guidance of the Great Spirit or as a thought of the Great Spirit"

Yabe, you failed. Sure, that's what they all said.

"- Fair enough. You don't seem like a bad person. Even now, my name is Shamash. As you can see - it's called the Demon Clan where you guys are. Precisely, like you said, it's a species called the Nightmare. Well, you can forget that. A forgotten name."

That's how I finally introduced myself.

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"No, but I was surprised earlier. Suddenly, the dagger came out, and it seemed like a momentum even with its own blade."

"I'm sorry. There's a situation here, too."

"Things have happened... Oh, speaking of which, that dagger from earlier was cool."

"Huh? Yeah, thanks"

Drinking tea and laughing.

Prison Tattoo My daughter's name seems to be Aeon. It's like a big supermarket.

It was the first time the great parent had met Mr. Aeon. Maybe if I hadn't met him by accident again this time, I would have hidden without seeing him.

Well, it's a bounty thing. Prison marks are.

A single piece of gold is a cool amount, and it would be risky to meet someone you don't know badly.

"But my husband watered me down, too. If there's a guide to meeting with the Demons, I wish you'd say so."

and the Great Parent.

"No, I was only out to see the Nightmare, and I didn't know if that was the Demons. So this one was a coincidence - no, it was a guide to the Great Spirit."

As a matter of fact, I imagined the Nightmare standing under a willow tree with their ghostly blue-white skin.

I didn't expect there to be a fleshy beauty opposite of a ghost......

"Right. Then I guess I have something to do with Mr. Shamash. No, who are you really, sir? Even if he's just rich, he's got an elf, a demon clan, a demon sword, and a little unusual."

"Elves?"

Mr. Shamash rides himself out of the table.

"Cum, cum, cum! Sure, don't smell like an elf"

Your face is close! Is it natural or this guy?

The valley of my chest is amazing because I'm getting out of here! It would have sucked if you weren't intolerant at the marina.

"What kind of smell is specific to elves? Do you even smell riverfish?

Or the smell of forest potatoes...... No, that's just not true. I don't remember Deanna smelling anything like this.

"Yeah. No, it's not fish smell, though. It's a fragrance that humans don't understand."

Is that so?

Does smell like human sensibility, too?

Like bats and dolphins communicating in the voice of a human deaf range......

"Enough to stain the smell, is that elf your 'good human'?

A good human being...

It's hard to say in one bite about your relationship with him.

"Technically, there's a lot going on, but in short, he's my slave."

"Slave! Slave! What a terrible one. I assume you're blessed with Le Baraca, aren't you?

"Terrible, is it? Blessings are Le Baraca, aren't they? No, really, there's a lot going on here."

People have their own circumstances.

I guess each one of you has some kind of circumstance, Mr. Ion with the jail crest and Mr. Shamash living in a cave like this.

Well, I want to enslave the elves! That's what I wanted without guiding Deanna's example or something... Uncircumstantial.

"... but right... Not even a follower of Le Baraca... with an elf slave..."

Think of something as bumpy, Mr. Shamash.

Well, I guess I'm no longer quite the freak frame in this world.

"... yeah. So, what were we talking about today, wanting you to tear the devil out of your sword?

Oh, yeah.

I didn't come here to chat like this.

Apparently, the requirements themselves had already been communicated to me by a large parent.

"Sabing" and take out the demonic crystal and place it on the table.

"This is it. The big parent says that the demon is attached instead of rust..."

"Heh..."

Interestingly, Mr. Shamash takes the sword.

It's a little rusty to touch with your bare hands, but it doesn't look like you did it with any intent.

Perhaps the rust attached by the demon is separate from the rust of iron oxide meaning.

"Hmmm...... Are you eye-catching? Where did you find all this stuff? If you're enslaving an elf, I can understand if it was sole possession..."

From the sword to me, he shifts his gaze and asks.

A sword I bought and left out a long time ago, but was it a pretty good one?

Is it eye-catching or not? It's a subtle place if you ask me. He cheats on "Mirror of Truth." If I hadn't had the ability to appraise, I wouldn't have bought such a rusty sword, and wouldn't have brought it in to repair the wazzle.

It's not like I don't have the money to buy a new one, because it's not a matter of a historically important wave or anything like that.

"It's eye-catching. You're a merchant. Normally I found it in an antique tool shop."

The cheat thing is a secret.

I'm a merchant, so it's not strange to be eye-catching... should be.

Oh, my God, that old tool shop. I was selling demon swords and mystery swords, so now that I think about it, it's amazing. If you look, you might still have some digging.

Whether or not she was convinced by such an answer, Ms. Shamash shifted her gaze to the sword again.

And a trick like you're thinking of something.

I don't know... Ah,

"That's right. What do you do for money?

The rust is removed and I don't know what sword will come out.

It happens even when it feels like it's cheap because it's a blade or expensive because it's a famous sword. We need to determine the amount first.

"... oh well. Yeah. I'm gonna have to get paid. Yeah. Okay."

It was like, it was a blind spot! But Mr. Shamash looks like he said.

If you lived like a deserter in a place like this, your cash income would be especially important. I wonder what I can do with being so self-sufficient.

Ion caught a turkey from somewhere, too.

"You......, no Ayase you. I'm responsible for this sword."

"Oh. Thank you."

You did it. Looking forward to seeing how it gets out.

"Except. It's your money."

"Yes, how much?"

Much more.

Cleric etc. the execution of the art itself is cheap if you give it a little buzz, but it may be expensive in the case of Demons.

Unlike spiritual stones, demonic stones are not that expensive.

Place your sword on the table and look down just a little bit. For a moment, I looked at Mr. Aeon, and I looked straight into my eyes.

Hot eyes, as if begging.

Mr. Shamash opens his mouth.

"... gold coins, 100 sheets. Can you ask for it?"

"Shamash!"

Yes, yes, yes!!

It's expensive!

It's not expensive!

That's 15 million yen. 5 Spirit Stones.

Because it was an unexpected amount, or even Mr. Ion changed his blood phase and rocked Gatan and the stand-up table.

"Liar! Liar! It's a lie, Mr. Ayase. Shamash, don't be ridiculous."

"Ion, shut up. Ayase, you know what I mean? I'm a Demon, so living in a place like this is not exactly a pain. But this kid isn't. Even though I'm still young, I live like a primitive in a cave with no crowded youth on my back."

Hmm? I'm not sure what the connection is.

"Please. Of course, this isn't free. Ion should be used by a maid or whatever, and I'll do what I can. Whatever, I can be your slave."

"Oh no! What are you talking about!? Shamash"

"Aeon. Aeon, you don't think you should live with me here forever!? I know you're crying at night."

"Stop it... really... I'm glad to see Shamash, and I don't think life here is that bad. And... you said you'd protect me until my life ran out."

"That's because I didn't expect a stream of fate to come in this way. A merchant enslaving an elf. You know there can't be a future like meeting someone who's not a believer in the Great Spirit, who can give you 100 gold coins, and so on, even Aeon? Even I enjoy living with Aeon, and some parts of me don't think it's a bad idea to live here all the time. But..."

"Shamash......"

"Oh, uh..."

They got so excited, but I can't see the story at all.

"In the first place, what are you talking about? Can we have a little bit more bite off and talk about it?

"Ah, oh. I'm sorry. In a sip, I want you to... take Aeon's imprint."

Is that what you mean?

I can take a jail print.

"In me of the devil tribe, I cannot wash the imprints of the Great Spirit. Even spiritual stones need five. To me the Spirit Stone is unbridled, and Aeon has no more blessings per se. But you... you can have it, right? Because it's enough to enslave the elves..."

"I see. Well, I certainly can't even prepare it"

"Right! So please! Ion is on poor you. I kept it here, but he's a really good kid. As I was saying, if I were anything, I'd be happy to be a slave or whatever... Most likely, a black woman like me would be disgusting. But you can use magic, and naturally you can use the Demon Clan's 'technique'. What do you think...... I thought this was a guide to the Great Spirit, so could you drink it..."

"Stop it! You don't need Shamash to do that! Oh no... I can't believe I'm a slave to the first man I've ever met..."

"Ion. I'm a demon. Life expectancy is completely different from yours. There's nothing like being a slave temporarily. And even if I say slave, he's like a man enslaving an elf. A man like me would not be the subject of a sole. Well, as for Sole, it's not really me or Yabsaka."

I'd be subject to so much sole, but that is.

No, that's not what I meant.

"Besides... I'm interested in you personally because you're man enough to be recognized by the Devil's Sword. Originally, they say my race - the Nightmare - likes men. But my mother and I were wondering if there was anything like it....... hehe. The one who guided the Great Spirit is not bad."

That's what I say and it gives me a run-in. A trick that pushes your chest up with a subtle arm. You look like a horny woman. Nightmare aren't nightmares, they're dreamers...

But well, guide the Great Spirit...

It's a fascinating suggestion to be honest with you that the Demons will enslave you, but it's also kind of guessy to say "yes, then please".

But you're just trying to fix the rusty sword, and it's developing amazingly......

What am I gonna do?