Netooku Otoko no Tanoshii Isekai Boueki (WN)

Let's put aside one thing about Mr. Aeon first.

Let's start with the near future.

"So, uh... Mr. Shamash. Monster gushes, is this ok already?

Mr. Shamash flew away and sealed off all living pits (or placed summoning warcraft for the role of the wall), and this way, no matter how many monsters there are, it shouldn't come out......

To my question, Mr. Shamash nodded forcefully.

This time the monster's gushing is talking about the human tsuzuki coyote.

So somehow, it seems far from the catastrophic ease of the human tsuki I was hearing about.

In spite of this sudden situation, it will mean that it has converged in just over an hour. Originally, Awasezuki, a human Tsuzuki, is unusual because Rebecca has told me that it will employ dozens of warriors and take days to respond.

Well, maybe it's an operation with a cheat capable Mr. Shamash.

"Even in the time of human tsuzuki, in Lucraela, like this?

"No, it was an outburst this time, so I closed all the pits. I usually try to get ready and take down monsters as much as possible. 'Cause it's time to make some money."

Oh, shit. I know when and where to get out. It's a monster.

If you defeat him, there will be demonic crystals soon, and there will be no body left alone.

We talked about there being a strong one in the last, but I guess returns are bigger if you weigh the risks and returns.

When I defeated the bear before, a big demonic crystal appeared. The one with as much as a human head.

For Mr. Sherrow to say, the last monster size of a human tsuki. It was about 30 million yen worth of that one. Of course, the last monster of the human Tsuzuki is quite powerful, and it is customary to be hit by many warriors.

The strength of the monster itself also has an amplitude, and even near Mr. Sherrow's house, when the powerful "Guardian Knight Armor" came out, he managed to kill 16 warriors (hunters)...

Well...... Even so, 30 million yen.

It means it's worth just putting your life at risk.

"I see.... Something doesn't feel very catastrophic,"

"Yeah. That could be true only for Lucraella. This is an ancient mine, and it has matured a lot in response to humans."

A controllable disaster will not be a catastrophe. I'm sure you'll be ready.

If so, even more so, is it Lucraela who had Mr. Shamash?

The weight of Mr. Shamash's work is too big if he becomes a human tsuki.

I'm talking about you becoming my slave, but isn't it a bad idea to leave here?

"... hmm"

"Hmm? No, that's right. At the end of the tunnel, I'm closing all the tunnels."

That, really?

Well, because I looked difficult, that way - I mean, I guess I made the mistake of worrying about having a pretty powerful monster at the end of the human tsuki.

I can't tell you that I thought it might be impossible for Mr. Shamash to come to us as a slave rather than about the monster... etc...

"Exactly, because last monsters in human tsuki are too risky to fight for earning money. Well, I'd say Lucraela is in a pretty privileged environment in this world, too. Maybe that's why we can say it developed this way."

"So is this really the end of this one? What happened to the strong ones sprung up? Are you still wandering around?

"Yeah. Apparently you're chasing my magic. They're getting closer. You're not moving fast, but you're a pretty powerful monster. Well, there won't be a problem."

So, Mr. Shamash cut the words once.

And look up in the light,

"... or if it's okay for me to leave Lucraela... were you thinking about it? If so, I'd be happy, but this would just be complacent."

Oh, my God.

Stick it in my back, Deanna, Marina, Rebecca, their gaze hurts! I feel like it!

Mr. Shamash is my pace, or the nature of not caring so much, don't come gooey.

"Your husband, yes, it is. In fact, the problem, isn't Lucraela going to be devastated when that's gone? I think it's going to be hard to talk about this."

Deanna pinches her mouth with a straight face.

I do feel that way, but I also feel a little exaggerated.

In the first place, since when does Mr. Shamash live in Lucraela?

Even as a lucraeraside, I feel somewhat treated differently if I rely so far on Mr. Shamash. Originally, I think it would be useful enough to live in a luxury mansion of first class... Why are you living in such a cave...

Turning back to Deanna, the demon clan and elves confronting each other.

Oh, I see. This is the real black and white.

"You disagree? Enchanted Elves. No, I guess I should say High Elves"

"I hope you don't call me weird. My name is Deanna LunaArbella. She's an elf princess."

You have a sense of princess, Deanna.

I don't even think she's really a princess these days she's suspicious... No, this is something you can't tell yourself.

Because I feel more like a Knight Sir princess than a princess, as it stands...

To Deanna's name, Ms. Shamash smiled and showed her. It's called adult room. Even when it comes to elves, the real age is not likely to get fat in Deanna, who is only 21.

"I'm sorry about this, Princess Deanna. I'm going to be your junior slave. I'm glad you're not too abusive and friendly."

Mr. Shamash is completely in the mood for it. The hurdles of slavery are too low in this world. Shouldn't I say it's easy to be a slave or something? I wonder if a low level of education is the problem. Or is there not enough moral education?

"Become...! Are you serious? What about Lucraella?"

"I don't care what you do or do. You can only fly a little when you're a human being. It's not like they want me to live permanently."

It's that simple......

No, well, certainly not that far apart in distance. Mr. Shamash would make it enough to see the movement of the moon before moving out.

"... and what is this way of saying it, because I am a hater. I don't even have that kind of stepdad."

Say that and make yourself laugh.

"Oh, you hate me, Mr. Shamash, so much -"

Whoa. I almost accidentally said, "You're so beautiful." In this world, it wasn't very acceptable, was it brown?

Paradise for brown lovers, this world is!

"Otherwise, I wouldn't quite live in a pit trail."

That's how I shrug my shoulders, man.

It didn't mean he particularly liked living such a hidden life.

"Yes, you are, Deanna. Well, Deanna said she can't live with me, and she's wondering if I can make it feel like I'm going to have a house built and live nearby, or if I'm going to build it away, and you're not going to have a problem. Either way, there's no room in the mansion anymore."

Exactly, I can't have you living in an attic.

"Princess Deanna said she couldn't live with me?

Whoa, did I say something nice?

Even though we're going to do this together, you shouldn't have made any remarks that would have caused the disaster. Reflection.

"No, because my grandmother told me that Demons and Elves can't live in the same space. That mansion is an easy place for me to spend full of spiritual power, but for the Demons... what do you think?

"Oh, I see. Surely the thick spot of the spirits may not be a very good environment for me to live in. It's better where the monster spots are close."

"Is a monster spot where monsters gush?

Mr. Shamash nods, yes.

Everyone's gaze turned to Mr. Rebecca.

Mr. Rebecca's house is at the end of the eye and nose of a monster spot.

"Uh. We just can't! I can't believe you two! Besides, I have a room... Does that mean Princess Lucrion lives with you? I don't know if that's right..."

There are several small empty rooms because the house where Mr. Rebecca and Mr. Sherrow live will be a base camp at times of human tsuki.

It's a small house, but it's on a big hill, so maybe it just looks small.

But...... well, you can't just bother Mr. Rebecca's house.

"No, it's just nearby... It's bad to live with you just like that. Well, even in the woods near our mansion, I'm wondering if I'd like to sneak up on one. The only problem is that I don't have the money."

In fact, I don't have any money...

Or there is, but I plan to use five spiritual stones, or 100 gold coins, with Mr. Aeon's imprint, plus I order weapons and protective equipment from my parents, so my savings are closer to zero.

So staying at Mr. Rebecca is actually not a bad idea.

Oh, my God. Mr. Aeon and Mr. Sherrow talk about familiarity.

It's unclear what Mr. Sherrow thinks of Mr. Aeon...

... No, from Mr. Sherrow, does Mr. Aeon mean his daughter is the culprit of the dong bottom? If so, it might not be very welcome.

Just as unpopular as "I'm gonna smash you to death!" I don't think so, "but this is also a possibility of my own assumptions. Mr. Sherrow is always gentle. But that won't be everything.

Again, it's dangerous to think on a cohabitation basis.

Well, living with Mr. Shamash at Mr. Sherrow's is going to feel a little like an erotic project, and maybe I don't like it a bit.

Hmmm......

"Hey, Zillow"

Mr. Rebecca shrugged his shoulders and said, thinking about it.

"You don't need to take such good care of yourself, do you? Regardless of Princess Lucrion, the demon human will be a slave, won't he? It's not sane to go out of your way to build a place to live."

"No, well, it sure is..."

'Cause you said it wasn't a good idea to have a strong spiritual power...

Deanna says it's only within the boundaries of the junction that the mansion's spiritual power is intense, so if it's out of there, it shouldn't be a problem, but when it does, it still seems like it's the only way to build new ones.

Even if we don't, we simply don't have enough rooms to live together.

Maybe I should push Olica into an attic or a small room (empty like a warehouse space), but I feel sorry for that, too.

I still can afford Deanna and Marina's room, so there's a hand that they all stick in there, but I'm sure they'll giggle...

To get along, private space is surprisingly important.

Deanna and Marina are doing great because they're both a little different...... a lot.

Deanna is a princess and not particularly aware of her servant (Marina), and she doesn't seem to think of Marina as sinister with her superiors because she's an exemplary slave, or just capable weather.

That's why you're a real princess. You're just a demon. It would be sinister to penetrate.

Hmm. Thinking like this, it looks like the day I finally sleep in the mansion is far away...... As it stands, I hope I don't have any problems with the style of going home every day...

"... hey, Ayase. Could it be... No, I don't think so. Are you worried about where we live?

Mr. Shamash asks me one or two steps forward.

It's close!

"Yeah. I can't even live in our mansion, but there was a problem with the spiritual power, the number of rooms... We have a budget to build one for Mr. Shamash."

"Hehe, I'm happy to worry about that, but it's useless, Mr. Ayase. I can prepare my own place."

"Seriously."

Speaking of which, you said you built your own house in the pit, too.

But I have to buy ingredients, and it doesn't seem that easy... Even the wood is cut out, and it can't be used without drying.

But, well, if you can build it yourself, maybe you can.

Even if it's not enough to smear Mr. Aeon's imprint, maybe Sushi has savings.

Well, then we'll put this behind us when we live, and we'll think about what we're going to do.

Mr. Aeon's imprint. Weapon protection equipment I asked my Dwarf parent for. The curse of a rusty sword. Mr. Shamash and Mr. Aeon's move. There's a lot more.

"Anyway, there's a lot going on, but can you calm down somewhere while standing up?"

If you're done dealing with monsters, you don't have to be here forever.

Nevertheless, there is no way to take Mr. Shamash of the Devil Nation and Mr. Aeon of the Prison Mark back to the Inn, and is it easy around Mr. Shamash's house tomorrow?

"Yeah, right...... No, wait a minute...... something's wrong"

Mr. Shamash turns to the pit with a serious look.

The entrance to the pit is regaining its idleness, which I do not believe was the Goblin Festival until just now, starting with the return of the inhabitants who had been temporarily evacuated.

Nothing special, doesn't look weird......

But Mr. Shamash is still staring at the entrance to the pit with a harsh look that is going to pop out.

A shitty atmosphere.

The next moment.

Behind the pit, there was a crushing sound of something bursting.

"How about it. Mimic's been torn"

"What? That"

Running away without answering my query, Mr. Shamash.

Does that mean the summoning warcraft of the earlier wall role was defeated? He said it was okay, but he said it was unexpected.

Is that it? You mean the wall's gone?

Doesn't that mean you can have all the monsters you want...?

Mr. Shamash runs to the pit.

He stopped his leg at the entrance to the pit and was resting in front of the entrance, giving some instructions to a warrior with an arrow on his knee.

"Sounds like something sucks. I guess I'll have to fight again -"

The moment I whined without letting anyone hear me.

From within the pit, some voice that could only be described as a grudging cry from hell wooded and resounded directly to instinct.

Words that are neither crying nor angry strike directly at the soul as if they were twitching.

The whole body hair stands upside down and understands without having to see it.

He said the bad one (...) was unleashed.

The inhabitants who were at the entrance of the pit do not even scream and escape with these bodies.

Neither Mr. Shamash nor Mr. Shamash can enter the pit, and he sits at the entrance.

And the guy showed up snuggly.

A body that looks like it has enlarged the oak two more times.

Insanely raised red and black muscle armor.

A blunt steel hammer that is as long as a person's back.

And the characteristic first (...).

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I don't want to live in a hole anymore! Kill them all on the ground and live under your hips. Ah!

That's what the giant screamed as he spilled a large tear from the big one in the center of his face.