Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

I struggled a little, but I was able to make an appointment with the king safely. If you can properly introduce Mel after this, you will be able to fulfill your responsibilities as a teacher. The clothing store has abandoned Mel, so I have to show that I can rely on the King.

"I will give this to you, so please use it normally."

"... erm, yes... thank you?"

The thank you has become a form of doubt.

A day of sightseeing with the king.

The butler I met when I made the appointment... no, she came to pick me up with Mel in a very luxurious carriage.

Well, the carriage that I thought was too luxurious, according to the butler, was the most affordable of the carriages welcoming the King's guests, and the butler seemed to be very attentive.

I literally lived in a world that was too different, and it was too much to care about. In our case, I think it's the carriage that Marie prepared for us on foot or in front of Max.

Mel must have felt the same way when the carriage arrived.

When I managed to restart Mel and get into the carriage, the butler went a long way to explain how to use the dagger that the king gave me, and for some reason gave me the highest-ranking ID card.

At first glance, I received something amazing, so it shouldn't be wrong to say thank you, but if you properly understand the contents of the far round, I think you should apologize not because of the thank you, but because of the momentum of getting down on your throat.

Isn't it a little tasty? Thought so, the King's dagger that I used after going to Beryl's jewel. It still didn't taste good.

It was a farcical explanation of why Mel was in the car, but it was probably not wrong, and I really appreciate the butler's concern.

The butler is unaware, but the carriage is currently overcrowded. The bells that have enjoyed the King's City for the past three days are getting tired of it, and they're sticking to me today.

I was ashamed to be noticed from the front that I had used a dagger in a bar like this.

Well, because it was cramped, Sylphy, who didn't ride in the carriage, might have asked what was going on, but Sylphy's opponent could hardly hide anything, so she had no choice but to give up.

Fortunately, it's not an atmosphere of flattery or contempt for being unclean, and I think it's even more so now because I think it was found out thinly.

I couldn't find Mel or Bell.

“Even with the medium-ranking ID card, I hear it's hard to get anything issued by the Royal Palace. Master is amazing, isn't he?"

Mel's respectable gaze pierces me.

No, Mel. This letter of guarantee is not a dagger if you want to use it for night games, but it is a product of shame, so it is not something that can be respected.

"Yu, amazing", "Cue", "Ehra", "Kuku", "I'll praise you! ……

I don't know what you're talking about, but the bells that heard Mel praise me.

If there is a hole, I would like to enter it, which is the word I use at such a time.

When I saw the troubled butler, he smiled with a gentle eye. I feel that it resembles the smile of a teacher who sees a troubled student, but I want to believe that it is a mistake.



I was supposed to be on a carriage, but I was so tired that I finally arrived at the castle.

When I stepped out of the carriage, I realized that I hadn't noticed Sylphy's deep gaze.

Even if everything is found out, it can be left in an ambiguous state if it is not confirmed. You don't have to go out of your way to step on a mine.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a castle." Onee-chan, I'm so excited! "

Hmm. I'm busy, so let's get this over with.

Dine and Nomos are the same as usual. Sylphy, thank you for keeping it to yourself.

The butler guided me into the castle.

The bells are flying around the castle with curiosity, is that okay?

I don't break things, but classified information... oh, I can't talk to spirits unless I'm an anomaly and a sanctuary.

If so, how can you be less vigilant to spirits? Perhaps the most important place is guarded by a spirit magician serving a castle like Barotta.

If you can't be blamed, there's no problem.

Problem is... Mel's walking next door.

The view with the king is approaching, and it's getting nervous again, and it's ticking. As expected, it was difficult to relieve Mel's tension while walking. What's the matter?

Merrall and Merrill Selio are trying to do something about it, but Mel doesn't seem to even notice the movement of her contract spirits.

Mel's choice of trouser-type children's clothes was a bad decision.

The shop I was introduced to was the only one used in an emergency, and there were many dresses for children.

The clerk also recommended a dress to Mel, but Mel refused.

Since I was a blacksmith and a spiritualist, I was of the opinion that the dress was not suitable, but I probably didn't like to wear a cute dress with a children's skirt spread out.

But I was lucky. If Mel had chosen a cute dress, he would surely have fallen asleep.

If it was in front of the king, it would be a lifetime of trauma, and I must have been embarrassed to take it to such a clothing store.

Before I knew it, I almost planted a trauma on my apprentice. Mel, Nice decision!

The butler stopped in front of the door when he was relieved that the possibility of pinching that had been born before he knew it had been eliminated before he knew it.

It's the same room I was shown to you in the past. The trap is probably the same as before, and the king is waiting inside.

"Well done."

As expected, the king greeted me.

I'm not surprised because it was the same last time, but normally, if you're a great king, it's basically when we're guided and ready to appear.

I looked at Sylphy with a glance, but it was plain as if nothing had happened. For now, there seems to be no danger.

"I'm sorry for the sudden visit."

I don't care. That's why I gave you the dagger.

... I wonder if it was because of my imagination that it sounded like there was a strange amount of power in the "That's why" part.

That's not true.

”Hiaaaaaa”

With the word that he had given him a dagger, he noticed that the king was in front of him, and Mel stiffened up with a strange voice.

Next to that, I bowed my head deeply.

I apologize for the inconvenience. I won't put it into words, but I can do my best. Maybe they'll get through to me.

"Oh, you're the Earth Spirit Chan!"

I was bowing my head, and Dine started to jerk off. If Dolly is happy with the Earth Spirit, is there a contracted Spirit of Mr. Barrotta?

Love is what it is, so there's no doubt about it.

"Good, raise your head." So, the daughter who is hardened next to you is your disciple, a blacksmith who has made a new Damascus even though it has deteriorated? "

"Ah, yes, it's Mel. Mel, can you say hello to the King?"

"Hi, hi. Melu and I have already done it!"

I chewed it up enormously.

"Um, yeah. Mel. I am proud to have such a good blacksmith in my country as you."

The king is kind.

In the image of my royalty and aristocrats, if the person under me fails, it is temples to make a grand laugh, but I wonder if cartoons or lanoves have created a strange stereotype?

"Here, here, here, here, here, here."

Well, that kindness didn't seem to be transmitted to the nervous Mel, who was shivering like a lamb and biting her down.

It doesn't taste good as it is. Mel's tongue was cut a thousand times, and I felt like the king had a troubled face.

"Tea's in."

"Oh, right. Hmm, I don't know what to say." You should sit down first. "

The butler who was supposed to be with me began to line the table with tea for some reason. When? Is that it? What do you call a super butler?

... after all, I feel like my brain has been brainwashed by a lot of subcultures.

But thank goodness. I decided to sit down and re-draw the divider. The king won't talk to Mel now, so he'll manage.

So, what's a degenerate version of Damascus like?

She sits down on the pit and sips a sip of the tea served and takes a breath.

Looks like I was nervous about Mel.

After drinking tea and taking a breath, I could better understand the condition of the room.

The soil spirits at Dine and Barotta are making a frenzy, and the bells are also making a frenzy of fun.

If Mel could see that sight, he'd be nervous in an instant.

The king looked straight at me and spoke to me as he was relaxed with the bells.

You chose to talk to me to avoid placing a burden on Mel, as I expected. He's a king, but he seems to be a very kind man.

"Is it okay if I let you out here?"

Umu

The nodding king.

It was the same as last time, but this time there is no such thing as a physical examination.

Knight-like people, sorcerer-like people, and Barotta-san were on the alert at the wall, so they weren't on the alert.

I knew I was relieved because the traps and the people lurking in the shadows were still there, but I still felt loose. If Sylphy cares, he'll kill everyone in this room in an instant.

... if Sylphy cares about it, it would be pointless to have a castle in the castle, rather than a room.

Mr. Barrotta would have understood the power of Sylphy and the others, and saved us the extra hassle.

Well, I appreciate the effort, and it's not right to complain. It would be great if there were no traps, but I guess there are.

Don't worry about the little things, and take out Mel's degenerate Damascus ingot from the magic bag and place it on the table.

Reflecting on the last time I brought the fruit of the spirit tree by peeling, this time I wrapped it with a cloth that seems expensive from the dungeon.

Moreover, the deteriorated version of Damascus does not appear to be dimmed because it is made of cloth of sufficient rank so as not to attract attention to the cloth.

Nomos scolded the first cloth I chose for its reversed value, but it was kept secret from my disciples.

Remove the cloth that was wrapped while attracting attention.

Naturally, a degenerate version of Damascus ingot was made by Mel.

Surprised by the shine, the room is enveloped in groaning.

"I-Is this the degraded version..."

The king leaked out in disbelief. Yeah, I think so, too.

I was relaxed because I heard it was a degenerate version, but the moment I saw this, I knew it was bad, and I decided to root it out.

There is such a glow in this metal that it fascinates people.

Hmm? Somehow there's a dwarf staring at the degenerate version of Damascus with his bloody eyes. Is he okay?