Reincarnated as a Dragon’s Egg ～Lets Aim to Be the Strongest～

"I was attacked with difficulty, and I'm sorry. Yes, I am. Then I don't have the guts either..."

Thermal turns his sword to Volk, who stands forward to shelter me.

"Then I have no choice. If you can beat me with a sword, show me."

Volk also lays down his sword.

"Hey, stop it! Volk, back off!

I'll stop it.

Though it's a popular street, it's a street in Wangdu.

Few people have a far-sighted look at what happened.

There's no way we can do this here.

Even if you defeat him badly, you just alert the Demon King.

I was unilaterally attacked late in discerning who he was, but I'm glad that turned out to be the case.

I would have panicked if I had revealed my identity.

Besides... probably, in Volk, you can't beat Thermal.

It beats Thermal in physical abilities, but the horror of Thermal lies in its ample state anomaly granting skills.

In Volk, which is vastly inferior to magic, if it's a serious battle, it's just tangled up as good.

If you're not going to retreat to Thermal, you have to run.

Take Miriam and leave this place.

Still, if Thermal's coming after me, I'll fight to buy time.

I received [Poison Touch], but since the status is open, the effect of the poison condition abnormality is not so great.

In fleshbullet warfare, even physical abilities between humanizations can be fully crossed, so we can afford to buy enough time.

Is it best to get Aro and the others to flee in the meantime?

He tried to rub through the hand I held him down once, but he probably took advantage of the [slimebody] to narrow his arm and put it right back together.

If you know the story, it won't hang on the same hand.

You're not the one who can't win.

The problem is that the rest of the three knights and demon kings don't show up on this scene right now, but the king's capital is wide.

Besides, it's obviously arbitrary that Thermal was hanging a little on Miriam.

I don't see you had plans to rendezvous with the rest of us right away.

"Don't pull it off. For once, I wanted to join hands with the Three Horsemen. If the other side doesn't back down, there's no reason for me to pull either. Die not, but be victorious and chased, but there is no remorse there. Take that little girl away from me."

Yes, no, it's a manly and thankful word, but I want it to go down normally because I have trouble getting beaten poorly or getting hurt badly.

Oh, me, I just got poked at the idea, and now that I know what's in my hand, I'm confident that I can win normally if I get a serious beating...!

Overall, I'm highly tolerant and above all sturdy, and I'm definitely less risky than Volk.

"Well, did the discussion decide which one would die?

"Dear Thermal, are you rubbing again!

Behind the thermal, voices echo from behind the streets.

If you turn your eyes, those with swords on their hips, dressed similarly to Thermal, rushed in.

There are six of them all. Perhaps the men of the Three Horsemen.

I was wary that the enemy reinforcements had arrived exactly, but apparently they blame Thermal.

"Did you forget Princess Chris told you not to make any extra noise! Master Mephisto is furious, too!

That's what the man leading among the six said, placing his hand on the shoulder of the tallest, blue-haired girl standing diagonally behind him.

The girl was somewhat floating among a group of swordsmen who could be seen in her twenties and thirties.

He has a faceless face and stares pale at the thermal.

After a glimpse of Volk, he pulls the sleeve of a man who stands in front of him quickly and again condemns Thermal with his gaze.

A man drops his hips, pokes his knees, and turns his ears. When the girl ordered something with Boso, she nodded small and stood up.

"Besides, that one! Princess Chris has been invited to the party, isn't it Lord Volk! What are you thinking! Master Mephisto is outraged!

Me, mephisto......? Oh, one of the three knights.

Princess Chris scouted, is that a slum girl?

Perhaps this guy is also a demon......

"Mephisto...... now, would you leave me alone? I'm not stupid enough to do anything meaningless at this important time."

Thermal turns a blind eye to Miriam.

Mephisto shakes his head in silence.

Lord Rogue Heil is angry, too.

I said that in a whispering, plundering voice.

Thermal's face trembled slightly as her shoulders reacted to the name.

"... chip, he said, make him look great. You picked up your life."

Thermal returns the sword to its sheath.

Does this place feel like it's going to retreat...?

"Lord Volk, I apologize for making you uncomfortable! Dear Thermal, please don't be offended, as I will talk to you about strongly mentoring you from Master Rogue Heil!

A man standing in front of a mephisto lowers his head with a peck.

I'm curious, I'll check the man's status.

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Race: Night Slime

Status: Normal

Lv: 49/60

HP: 317/317

MP: 266/266

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Night Slime…… rank C? Don't let this class come out flat.

Weak, it would be a real pain in the ass if even the miscellaneous soldiers were this far away.

Inside the castle, you can be pretty sure it's a demon. This is...

Virgin, let's see, isn't this the worst you can think of?

While I was talking to Lilixilla, I had a strong impression that she had a complete advantage over the Demon King, but the reality of the Demon King was overgrown.

At a time when Thermal was flat B +, the Demon King was confirmed A-above, and if he was bad, he would also be a Dragon King Eldia class.

... Besides, it can't be, but if I think of it as a slime and a voice of God entanglement, I can't help but think of Noah's woods.

He must have definitely died. Experience also entered.

But if he or she is anything like him, he or she will be damned.

That slime deprives me of my skills.

He leveraged his huge skill advantages and gave my B-rank opponent a good fight at just D-Rank.

If it was now A-ranked, I can't imagine its strength.

Naturally... that woman should be worse.

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[Mephisto Mercalia]

Race: Dual Slime

Lv: 71/85

HP: 584/584

MP: 427/427

Attack: 313

Defense: 326

Magic Power: 497

Fastness: 511

Rank: B

Characteristic Skills:

[Slime Body: Lv --] [Grisha Language: Lv3] [HP Auto Recovery: Lv4]

[MP Auto Recovery: Lv5] [Tentacles: Lv3] [Swordsman's Talent: Lv5]

[Sneak Enough: Lv7] [Signal Sensing: Lv2] [Flight: Lv4]

[Biceps: Lv -- schizophrenia: Lv -- meaning communication: Lv 5]

Resistance Skills:

[Poison Deactivation: Lv--Paralysis Resistance: Lv8] [Curse Resistance: Lv7]

[Confusion Resistance: Lv4] [Physical Resistance: Lv3] [Magic Resistance: Lv4]

Normal Skills:

[Discoloration: Lv7] [Poison: Lv3] [Gravidone: Lv6]

[Highrest: Lv3] [Death: Lv4] [Wowsbom: Lv7]

[Mirage: Lv5] [Confusion: Lv5] [Devil's Breath: Lv4]

[Water blade: Lv5] [Tentacle whip: Lv5] [Mucus cage: Lv4]

[Self-regeneration: Lv4] [Separation: Lv---]

Title Skill:

[King's Split: Lv --] [Final Evolver: Lv --] [Demon King's Split: Lv --]

[Three Knights: LV --] [Phantom Butterfly Sword: LV --]

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After all, it's a B...

Dual slime…?

I don't know, but from other skills, he's a pretty tricky type.

Thermal things are no worse than Poison Lula.

As I watched, Mephisto narrowed his eyes and glanced back at me.

I blush. Mephisto looked unpleasant, but took Thermal away.

I wake up Miriam.

It seems they're not going to break the stance that Miriam just collapsed irrelevantly and Thermal was just trying to cuddle.

I just put an apology in Volk, the princess's associate, and he didn't even look good to me.

[Highrest] can't be used now that I've become a person.

If we don't find someone who can detoxify or use healing magic, Miriam is in danger.

In the worst case scenario, we have to take her away from the King's Capital and get the other side treated. I found out enough about them already.

The demon kings are definitely not the ones you can leave alone.

I hold Miriam and I look around.

When my eyes meet, the wild horses sweep away. You just want to enjoy things from a distance, and you don't want to be a party.

A middle-aged man, lost in the audience, came forward with my gaze.

"Um... may I treat you? Even if it looks like this, I used to be a pharmacist and did some imitations of a white devil mentor...... Instead, would you mind listening to me for a moment at my house?