Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

We enjoy all kinds of freedom, but that freedom is nothing more than an automatic choice in a prudent, comparative advantage.

The trouble is that there is no other way to get out of it than to entrust it to others.

Excerpt from The Golden Rule of the Soul by Yonghong Orange (Titty Oogu).

One of the things I thought was good luck in the current situation where the Sumihara heirs (Sumiharagutsu), who were Japanese born in the twenty-first century, somehow got lost in different worlds.

Now, for example, the white bread, stew and stewed dishes lined up in front of him are to the extent that they can be said to be delicious enough for him, a fat modern man of his tongue.

Given that the level of civilization in this world will not extend far to that of the planet, it is not surprising that there will come out a good, little flavorless, or worse yet even hesitant substitute to swallow. Think of it, the fact that you can carry food into your mouth that you can appreciate as delicious would be nothing but luck.

Just such luck is only something you can feel because you are a person from another world that is calmly relative evaluable from the outside, and it is hard to understand those difficulties that are only a normal meal for the natives of this world. Hence...

"Hey, eat some meat too"

Originally they tended to say I had a bad eye, but I closed my eyes, which had grown more and more sharp since I came to this world, and now I was the heir who was fully indulging in the flavor of meat spreading through my mouth, but accidentally said it away as I remembered.

To the words, the girl's shoulder, who was sitting next to him and barking at the stew's utensils, reacted pickly for a moment, but immediately resumed the operation of rescuing vegetables from a thick swamp of meat, just saying that she heard nothing.

"No, you can't be hearing me. I'm telling you, Lourier."

The girl, who quickly began to shabby and chew the vegetables on the rescued keys, slowly turns her sleepy gaze toward her heir.

When I say sleepy, I'm not really feeling sleepy. Roulier, a sheep girl with this crispy white curly hair and unbeatable curly horns on her side head, has been the owner of a blurry half-eye since the beginning.

…………

"Get back to me."

…………

Now and with eyes in hand, the mouth just chews, and Roulier never replies. The heir knows exactly what she's looking for and holding her mouth. I don't like being told what I like or dislike and I don't keep my mouth shut. It is a problem before that. I'm just sick and tired of remembering how many times I've had this interaction since I woke up.

"Mr. Roulier of [Scopper]. Can you hear me?"

"Mm, okay?

The heir felt comfortable with the thought of hitting him.

In retrospect, Lourier has helped me a lot since I came to this world. The first example of this is yesterday's battle against Cyclops. Without her, her heir would have died just like that after the battle, and would never have been able to beat that horrible monster in the first place, etc. If you think about it, you should close your eyes on the extent to which you get 'title' and get somewhat on track.

Well, when I mentioned that, we're actually like each other because it's undoubtedly because of our heirs that Roulier was able to survive from the bottom of the trash hole, but he didn't allow his pride or will as an older heir to point that fact out to himself.

"Eat meat whether you like it or not"

"... vegetables are good for the body"

To be honest, I still have a slight scratch to tell you that I don't like it, but Rulier's story, like the one that justified me, increasingly backstroked my heir's nerves.

Successor floating blue muscle on forehead. Face-to-face with his table pinched like that, another person who was eating quietly opened his mouth for the first time since this time.

"Don't worry, eat whatever you want."

That's what the old lady said. It is Agate, the master of Heine's Demon Prop Store.

The place where the three of them were now surrounding the table was the dining room on the second floor of the Heine Demon Prop Store, in the living space. When it comes to dining, it only looks like a warehouse at first glance, with a stack of tools as narrow and unknown as the store space on the ground floor. Clean up is about on a table lined with dishes.

"Don't spoil it. If you don't eat meat, you won't get muscle."

"I don't know what I'm gonna do with this little girl."

"He's an adventurer - then he hasn't, but he's an adventurer aspiration. You can't fight without meat on it."

"I don't care if you raise that level."

"It's..."

He was the heir I tried to solicit, but I wondered what the actual problem was, and cut the word.

The heirs have not been particularly fit since they came to this world. It won't be any different than when I was on Earth. But his current heir has just enough arm power to be a world champion of arm wrestling if he returns to Earth. I'm pretty sure that's the force brought on by the level, not the muscles. If so, it may be best for the old woman in front of you to say so.

Successor looking up into the void and thinking. Next to it, Roulier had abandoned his portion of meat into the vessel of his heir for all chances.

"... no, but I guess bigotry is bad for you?

"Well, that won't be good."

"Right? And muscle-building shouldn't mean anything. For example, if we fight each other on the same level, isn't muscle strength stronger? Or building muscle makes it easier to stretch muscle parameters."

"Well, you're right about both."

To Agate's affirmation, his successor nodded, still wondering if so.

"We might have to worry about cynics like that in the future. We're in a pretty dangerous position, aren't we, Grandma? It's because of him."

"Title" - it is a testament to the world's recognition. Sticky note stamped with fate.

Agate's explanation made it extremely difficult for his heirs, but not so difficult. Title is, in short, skill. Similar to skills such as [physical surgery] and [language] originally possessed by heirs. It's just troublesome that the effects are so unclear, and furthermore...

Name: [Demon Eye King] Successor

Occupation: F-Rank Adventurer

Name: [Scopper] Roulier

Occupation: Owned by Debt Slave 'Laseheima'

This is how it is forced to appear in the name window.

Now it's nearly impossible to hide the title thing around.

"A title is valuable anyway. Especially for adventurers looking for power, it's even a kind of admirable object alongside powerful artifacts or something. So whatever form it takes, he wants it. He sweeps it and throws it away. They're still cute if they're trying to force you into a party or a clan. The problem is they want to take the title away from you."

Take the title. To that word of Agate the heir stops the hand of the meal.

"Did I say 'inheritance' or something?

Even while breakfast is being prepared, I recall the words Agate has repeatedly advised me, and my heir confirms it again.

"Yes. I have little idea how I can get the title. However, there is a proven method of obtaining only one title among them. That's inheritance. If you kill the owner of the title, you take over the title. Well, that doesn't mean I'm sure I'll take over. On the contrary, the success rate is rather low. In fact, an adventurer with a title is such a monster assortment. It's usually not right to rely on such a low probability to deal with a monster -"

So Agathe, once cut off his words, pointed his heir's face with a spoon.

"But in your case, it's a different story. Has a low level title. That's a good duck."

Roulier, who flattened his meat-draining breakfast with two seriously talking asses and created the fait accompli of "I'm done eating now," was drinking the fruit water of the finish. Drink up the slightly sweet, citrusy, refreshingly scented fruit water in a sigh of gubbiness as the wooden cup looks up at the ceiling in an upside down momentum.

Having accomplished everything, Puh-, and exhaled satisfactorily, Roulier opened his mouth and solidified as he returned his gaze to the table.

It was supposed to be empty, and the meat was stuffed in its own dishes.

I rub my eyes with cosiness, but of course it's not an illusion.

"... well, you're a duck. Superior. I'll pay you back."

Successor flattens stew in a grumpy manner. I returned half the meat, but the other half had his kindness where I was taking it on for him.

"Well, it's about hard work at best. And I'm disappointed, because that's not free. Come and pay for your clothes, your treatment."

"... Shit, I know"

All I said was that I remembered something unpleasant, and my heir nodded with her face.

Heine Demon Prop Store faces the boulevard, but due to time, there were still not so many pedestrian streets nearby. The air I feel on my skin is cold and I just took it off early in the morning. Looking up into the sky, the sun is still on the other side of the east, not coming over the spurty ridiculously shaped mountain range.

If we head to the dungeon now, we'll have plenty of time to hunt.

Agate's urging to pay - perhaps it was more of an encouragement to come back alive than her own - but apart from that, we have to make money. Because the heir, who has thrown away all the money for signals in the Cyclops battle, is now completely unspoken.

(I feel like I've been having trouble with my money ever since I got here something)

Somehow I sighed.

(How much were these clothes?

The clothes worn by the heirs instead of worn out uniforms were bought from Agate.

On top is a white shirt with a brown vest. Short cargo trousers with length at the bottom. Seems used but in good condition and almost fine size.

Roulier, on the other hand, remained the original tunic. This was due to the fact that clothes of the right size could not be provided for her, but instead the torn areas have been carefully sewn and repaired. It was Agate who sewed it, but it wasn't even charged for it.

"Come on, dungeon, let's go and earn one."

That's what my heir told me to get in the mood once.

……

"Are you listening to me?

"... Mm"

Is it the recoil that ate the meat? Rulier is slightly less energetic. It is a level that worries me if I am going to be okay towards the dungeon as it is.

The heir looks up to heaven with a slight flash as to whether she dislikes the meat so much.

(... Well, it worked in the boss battle, too. Do you want me to lump your vegetables in today's money?... Can you make vegetable dishes if you ask for them at the inn?

Looking at the flowing clouds, thinking about it, I realized that the sight was slightly blurred. It's really hard to capture the contours of the clouds without knowing.

(What -?)

I thought so, but if you think about it, it's dying. It's only yesterday today. Even if the trauma heals in the potion, fatigue may remain in the body.

The heir rubbed her eyeballs to relieve her tiredness. At that time...

Butterflies and multiple footsteps echoed, and several men ran right through the side of their heirs.

When his successor, who was about to run into the men at risk, turned his blaming gaze to you, what was it? Rulier was held as if he were luggage by the side of the man running away at the end of his gaze.

Suddenly his successor, unable to react while pocan, was just staring at Rulier, who was also held as pocan and kept away.

Roulier disappeared across the bend with a missing look between Pocan and his mouth open.

"- What?"

It was too late when my successor's thoughts moved out normally.

Thus began another tumultuous day for the heirs of the charcoal plains.