Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

Some time after the dragon brave returned to the country, peaceful days ensued.

There is no shakedown from the Beasts, and there is no enquiry or response from the Elves regarding the letters they sent.

Regarding the confirmation of the existence of the Demon King, there was also considerable effort in the Principality of Triden to confirm its existence, but in the first place the Demon Nation is the story of the other side of the temperament forest of unimaginable breadth from the world where Lianya was, and moreover, even if the Demon King himself emerged, it is almost impossible to visually confirm it because he soon entered the Demon King's Castle in the center of the Demon Nation.

"How do you confirm that?

Lianya asks as she squeezes up a bright, white liquid from inside a metal vessel.

What's inside is milk, something that was left overnight chilled by a chunk of ice that the mage under the castle asked me to make.

This way the milk can be separated and the raw cream can be removed.

Lianya handily transferred that separated raw cream to another container and threw yet another milk down there.

Add more egg yolks and the sugar that is supposed to have been given to you by the Beastmen before building, and stir well.

"There's supposed to be a divine trust. The demon king showed up."

Sion answers, who watched with interest the work being done by Lianya.

Next to it, Kurtz with a cheek wand, laughed and watched what was fun about Lotus Ya's work.

As for him, Emil and Frau have asked me to treat him as best I can.

They've finished typing a lot of knowledge into their heads about combat technology and decent behavior, but experience seems to take precedence over information when it comes to aspects that I said emotions, and the emotional aspects of Kurtz today are almost exclusively toddler-like between 3 and 5 years old.

Emil has pointed out the problem to Lianya, who still thinks it's okay.

Apparently the biggest problem is that Kurtz aggregates to one point where he says that for having the power out of common sense, patience doesn't work like a child.

If it is a child, it is somewhat caused, and the damage is known, but the conversation changes when this is said to be caused by Kurtz.

You can destroy a section of the city without joking.

I would not have the problem of saying this if it were a normal homunculus.

Because they are absolutely obedient to the Creator.

However, as far as kultz is concerned, the flesh is made by Homuncurus' method of making it, but it is based on the black one whose contents were stuck in that armor.

Flau says that the evil spirits and other things appropriately put together at Lotus Ya's house in the city of Kuklika are the identities of that black potato-like thing, and the number of spirits enclosed by going through a war with the Holy King has dramatically increased, and disappeared about each personality whether it is because of it or not, but Kurtz, who really set it up as an integrated personality, can't seem to lose its humanity.

"Now the kingdom of the Holy kingdom itself is weakened... and the clerics seem to be gone from time to time, so there is no divinity. But a brave summons has been made, so there's no doubt that it will appear soon."

From the summoning of the brave to the emergence of the demon king, there is a temple between them because of God's intention to raise the brave in public in the meantime, Zion says, but from Lianya, who knows that a series of events is only a leisure time for the administrators who name God, it can only appear to be a period of increased level and a period of increased intimacy with the companions, royalty, etc. around him.

However, for once Lianya is also a man.

I don't even remember some envy in the words "romance with the princess, etc."

But on second thought, Sion, staring at Lianya's work in front of him, was also supposed to be a woman in a position who would certainly have to nod right if she insisted she was a princess.

And yet, all I get is the word that says romance (laughs) when I'm really looking at Scion's face.

The material was supposed to be on a fair level, but unfortunate child, leaking a small exhale, while beating Pompong and Shion's head like Lotus Ya stroked him, Shion smiled happily with a slight look on his face as it was for some reason.

On that smile, feeling a little squeaky, Lianya seals the container with all the prepared ingredients, fills it with tightly crushed ice in a barrel larger than its container, and closes the lid of the barrel after stowing the container containing the ingredients there.

The barrel is specially made and is disappointingly reinforced with metal plates, and every once in a while Lianya tried to kick it with a lot of effort, but it is a sturdy substitute that was not even frightening.

Naturally, the barrel itself weighed quite a bit, plus a lot of ice in there, so it weighed enough not to be very, but not to lift easily.

When Lianya lifts it up lightly, she talks to Kurtz, whose gaze is chasing the barrel so she can be caught.

"All right, Kurtz. Why don't you hang out with me in the castle courtyard?"

"Yes."

"Does Theon mix too?

"If you can get mixed up"

Maybe a little impossible, while Lianya takes Zion and Kurtz to the castle courtyard.

The three arriving in the courtyard stand in such a position as to draw a triangle at a distance of about 10 m each as instructed by Lianya.

"The rules are simple. Just throw it away so you don't break this barrel. The guy who dropped or broke it lost. I'm not going to penalize you for losing, but I'll reward those who work hard."

"Yes."

Kurtz smiles cheerfully and hands up.

Theon, in contrast, groans with a rather troubled look.

"Simply put... that's pretty tough"

I can easily imagine what it would be like to throw it at each other, almost a piece of metal, of weight that just seems difficult to lift.

"As a handful, Theon allows the use of tools, and you can drop them to the ground unless you break them"

"Well, then, what do we do?

Shion nods in contemplation at the conditions put forth by Lianya.

It's an act that's already out of common sense just to snort at this point, but Theon hasn't noticed it.

"Whoever throws it back can. If you suck, you could die, so I'll take that area into account."

"Yes."

"Oh, I could die... that's not a game anymore, is it? Well... Lenya, I need you to lend me the stick sword I used in the other mock fight"

"Go ahead."

Once you put the barrel you had on the ground and throw the one you took out of the inventory toward the Scion, the Scion you received dangerously sets it up with both hands.

Looking to see that Scion is ready, Lianya picks up the barrel and throws it into Scion's direction in an unmade mountainous orbit.

Suddenly Theon looked at himself, but when he put his strength back into the stick sword he was erecting, he stepped sharply into the flank of the barrel and shook it down.

Clash sound of high metal.

The barrel that was struck lost momentum and fell directly below, but as he tried to sweep it up, Theon struck out the barrel with a stroke of a stick sword.

The barrel launched falls over the head of the kurtz looking up at it.

For a moment Zion thought that maybe Kurtz wouldn't be able to take that barrel, but he threw it at Lianya with a bullet-like momentum after spinning it around the area of Kurtz as he took the barrel where something like a black potato gushed out from behind Kurtz.

The magic of Lianya intertwines with the momentum that can be very difficult anywhere in the body.

The momentum remained intact, and the barrel that fell out behind Lotus Ya's side, once stopped there, was now given a real bullet-like spiral of rotation, and as he roared, it went through Lotus Ya's back and now hit Kurtz.

It was a kurtz that tried to stop this again with black potatoes, but the barrel, which was rotated in such a way that it could increase penetration, penetrated the stretched potatoes and approached the kurtz.

It was a subtly surprisingly mixed kurtz on the expression, but by the time it panicked, it struck a barrel with countless fists stretched from the black mask behind it.

Once again, Lotus Yakiya saw Shion in the spot where he received the barrel of momentum killed by the impact.

Kurtz's face turns toward Zion as he pursues that gaze, and Zion realizes that his next target has become himself.

If the barrel has flown with the kind of momentum that is being squeezed between Lianya and Kurtz, Theon watches the barrel go as he decides to escape with all his might.

Knowing or not Sion's thoughts like that, Kurtz turned around several times to show the barrel that killed the momentum, then threw the barrel into Sion as Po and Mountain did the first time Lianya did it.

Released quite a bit, it flies loosely toward Scion, but just because you look at it from Scion, a mass of metal flies, it's a sight of cold liver.

Lotus Yaya took a small, soothing sigh as she watched Scion intercept it as it raised the mood for tearing.

In the end, the barrel, thrown around and beaten by three hands for about an hour, managed to endure and finish its role without being destroyed while being treated like that.

Good luck, both of you.

Though it was never destroyed, the barrel, mainly spilled by Zion's stick sword and Kurtz's black fist, has become quite deformed, and Lianya takes the tools out of the inventory in solidarity with the two of them to work on dismantling the barrel.

Praised, Kurtz rejoiced with a childlike, unholy grin, and Zion repeated his rough breath without much voice of fatigue, even though he made the stick sword like a wand.

No matter how subdued, the act of saying that he would continue to strike back chunks of metal of considerable weight with a stick sword, he needed the corresponding force and took root in the strength of Zion, who was doing it by mobilizing all his body power.

In this way, as soon as Lianya thought it would be impossible to move without giving her quite a break, Flau appeared from nowhere, taking the maids, setting a table in the courtyard, laying down tablecloths and arranging a bottle with colorful jams and honey on top of which dishes and spoons were prepared.

Flau softly stands behind Lianya, who watched the table, which is to be arranged as if by magic, without stopping her hand from dismantling the barrel.

"Master, how was it?

"I have a head that just handles it. I can't feel anything in it against me or Theon. There are no particular problems with the control of the force. I know you need to follow up, but you're not worried.

As far as this play was concerned, Lotus Yaya was definitely offered to Frau and Emil to do it.

That's because Lianya was feeling something that caught on to Kurtz's tone.

Whether it was the way you spoke or the way you chose words, I felt something somewhat like that brave Yuki, who was somehow the base of Kurtz's flesh and part of his soul.

If his elements are affecting Kurtz, there is a danger in the existence of Kurtz today, which has probably become more powerful than it was in life.

As a result.

"Emil was distracted. There's no way I'm gonna make that mistake."

"One mistake would cause damage on a city by city basis, so I think it would be just as prudent as it is timidly, I guess."

"The Master should believe in what he calls a little more technician possession."

Whispering in his pompous ear, Flau gently leaves.

Instead it was Kurtz and Zion who came close.

"Count. What's the reward?

"I care too. What does that have to do with setting this table up?

"Right. There's no way I put out a table without a relationship."

Remove the first container containing some material from the dismantled barrel and open its mouth.

A spoon prepared by Frau and the others scratched the contents onto a large plate on the table, and a white soft solid emerged from it.

"Lenya, what the hell is this?

"That's a treat. Cold and sweet. I wish I had vanilla for flavoring... I wish I hadn't found the same thing in this world. This is delicious. Jam me if you like. Eat it."

What Lianya was creating was handmade ice cream.

Originally, containers containing ingredients in ice, etc. are turned around and made, but it can be difficult to bring around and very heavy labor to solidify.

I put it in every barrel of ice and substituted it with the act of throwing it around for about an hour.

Lotus Yakiya used to spin pointlessly when the barrel snuck around to her place because she couldn't do it well without the contents stirring beautifully.

Lianya scratched it out on a large plate, and the maids split it it into small plates.

Theon and Kurtz grabbed the small plate just like I said, and spooned the contents into my mouth.

"Count. This is delicious."

"You don't just taste like labor.... but Lenya, do you do the same thing every time you make this?

No matter how delicious what you can do, it doesn't seem to force you to do life threatening work every time.

To Sion, who said so, Lianya shook her head.

"The next time I make it, I'll make the tools for it properly. This is a little test game."

"I see... I hope so"

"Still, Theon, you used to have it all the way to the end. I thought I'd be sitting in the middle of nowhere or I wouldn't be able to start again."

Jokingly told by Lianya, Theon swelled his cheeks puffy with a plate with ice cream in his hand.

"With me, I'm making a little progress. By and large, what about calling something that could become irreversible a play?

"It was fun! Let's do it again, Count!

Kurtz started hanging jams of various colors on ice cream and buckwheat, as recommended by Flau.

Lianya smiled bitterly and let Kurtz snort at her, worried that she would be able to accomplish something that was just sweet.