Reincarnated as a Villager ~ Strongest Slow-life
781 The crisis of me (the protagonist) now there
"Master, you made me do it."
Hide-away and chess. Demon King and Mita have been before-after about the middle of three innings.
"That was late. Is something wrong?
It doesn't seem like it's going to be that elaborate after all.
Demon King said the apron he was used to using for a light yellow piece, town girl style.
Mita was the kind of cloth the young lady was going to wear, wrapped in cloth to hide her ears.
... it's not the kind of clothes you have at Colin's, did you buy it somewhere...?
"No, I blossomed into colin and stylish rigging. Colin is a stylish master."
I wonder where you've remembered the word master, but, well, more than anything else, there's an understander in Demon King's taste.
"Well, that's a normal outfit."
You mean, plain? Demon King, the element is completely gone.
If I let you go into the city in this outfit, I'm sure you'll never find me.
"You can't have a master. It's the stylists who let the stylish get into the ordinary."
Hi, I'm not a bad master. Stylish is out of my jurisdiction. Don't ask for it.
A stylist is a line that gently flushes and sees Mita.
"Mita's uncomfortable, isn't she?
If you're the one with the wheat skin, you can go to the harbor and watch it closely, and your father's daughter...... nappa? Happy? What did you say? I forgot because I haven't seen her lately. I'm sorry.
"Mita has a good style. City clothes don't look good."
If I did, Katakana would be popping out of the demon king's mouth, but who is it, the one who's teaching the demon king something extra!
"I'm sorry. I'm still stuffed in my clothes and out of shape..."
Really? Oh, Mita, you're in grandma shape. I know it's in slender shape, not hi-hee, even from regular maid clothes, but now it's unnaturally bloated.
"Well, it's not like it's been that long, and that would be nice."
I don't show it to people, I disguise it to mislead people's eyes.
"So, Pritsuya, stay where you are."
No, well, I've walked many times with Pritsuman on my head, so there's no disguise.
"Yeah, that's weird."
Huh? Why am I acting weird?
"No, you're the only one who can walk fine with a feather fairy on his head."
"Oh, and yet! Seriously!?
I've never been seen with such weird eyes! It's not that much that I got stuck in.
"... I was embarrassed..."
"Well, I'm ashamed of your presence, I don't mind."
"What are you disparaging people for! I'm not ashamed of people!
You're hurting me!
"I can tell you that. You're amazing."
No, I'm not happy to be seen with such an impressed face!
"Shit! I'm not living in an embarrassing way!
He took a seat and left the store shaking his shoulders.
Son of a bitch. I've lived a truly shameless life! Don't bullshit the proud villagers!
"Wait a minute!
Pritsuman comes pie-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-on, but dodged it, forcing pa-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-on on the head of a made-to-be-made dremi walking beside him. Come on, man!
"You have nothing more to be ashamed of. Bei, it's become a specialty in Wangdu."
Huh? What's that, a specialty?
"No, you can't walk all over the king's capital with me on your head all that much and not touch people's eyes. But even Bei is shopping a lot in a lot of places, and he's dating the mafia, kids, merchants, so naturally he'll be famous. I thought I knew what I was doing."
I didn't know anything about it. I was doing it. Seriously!?
"Zanino said you'd be lucky to see the bei"
What, the fairy treatment of that luck? I'm a villager!
"Ah, a fairy of luck!
And a child attached to his mother pointed at Pritsu-An.
No, not me, Pritsuya was the lucky fairy one! You mean, me, you were treating me like a foundation!?
"Oh, it was about me."
Our Merchant is prayed for by the child and the mother. On the other hand, I wasn't convinced that it wasn't me - I had some feelings.
... I don't know. What's this feeling like my (protagonist's) existential significance is so prickly eaten...?
"Oh, I pray, too"
"I'll pray for you, too."
I even prayed for Mita and the Demon King.
It's my (protagonist) crisis there now! Somebody help me, Pleas!