Struggling Hard As The Lord Of A Castle In A Different World

Around the time Yongsaki Da Trident Chariot is finding light on the menu and coming up with ideas about mushroom creative dishes.

In the dim woods, Haguetel Cooker was yelling at the royal bunnies lining up in front of him.

"You guys are all aligned, and you take down the metal dragon of your hand!

Yes, a metal dragon I met before came down from above in search of food, but I was distracted by this sign and let go again.

Karin was there to explain.

"Mr. Baldytel, I let you go this time because the ambush signal was obviously quick. You're the one who gave the signal."

"Know or something like that! Because you will always try to attract me! Fight him, but kill him!

A bald tel hits Karin's cheek hard and flat with his hands.

"What's that eye? Take all the defiant attitudes."

"No, nothing"

"You can't ever try to accept anything but the previous king. Hang on to your crappy pride, you whore!

Nearly four weeks early as the bald tel continues to stick to the metal dragon.

The deadline for staying on the island was one month, and if no results were forthcoming, he would be forcibly sent back to Gourmet territory, where he could be imprisoned and even executed for his special Iron Chef privilege if he were to serve semi-productive dishes.

But more than that, bald tells themselves, pride will not allow them to cook compromised dishes.

It is also a chance for the Marquis of Gourmet, who admitted no one, to rinse the stigma with a track record of admitting that he was the only one, and to return to the exiled culinary world.

"If you're saying you can't really get a metal dragon... do you want to use that ingredient"

I don't know if it exists on this island. But that monster is bound to exist in a place rich in these foods.

He'll be able to catch him for sure. But we need sacrifices to capture him.

With sacrifice. Twenty superb meats here......

I don't feel comfortable letting go of my hand, but I am incompetent to repeatedly fail, pushing the blame on myself.

That will be enough. Ask these guys to sacrifice what they call him, and help him cook the best.

The bald tel gives a creepy grin and orders.

"Find the garbage dump. It's where the monsters ate and fished the bodies left behind."

Time was around noon when Zeno was leading three Armor Nights to carry a container that was the luggage of the Marquis of Gourmet.

Zeno leading the way, Armor Nights pulling the tired container in chains behind it and the escort's fuselage next to it.

Separate the depressed and thriving conifers, and proceed on a jungly island with a footprint on the ground.

I'm forced to go down a path that can't even be called a path. Naturally, this island is not built to allow giants like Armor Knights to pass through in grandeur.

By the time I finally got to the designated point, more and more clouds were starting to appear, and the gobbling and unpleasant sounds were starting to sound.

Potatoes and rain grains were starting to fall on the head of the aircraft.

"Rain... you suck already"

You didn't like how Zeno poisoned you, the momentum of the rain gradually increases.

When Armor Knights walks, his soles are slipping on the wet ground. When I wonder if it is difficult to continue carrying it like this, communication enters from my fellow aircraft.

"Dear Zeno, The wheel stuck in the container is stuck in the muddy ground. Please wait."

Zeno exhales small into the report and thinks about whether to force him to continue or wait for the rain to stop.

But the rain gained even more momentum, and Zudadadadadadadada and strong rain poured on the leaves of the trees, so much momentum that they felt themselves in danger.

The soil on the ground melts, the brown turbulence flows with great momentum, and the water intensity increases to about Armor Knights ankle.

Black clouds thunderbolt, dropping lightning strikes nearby trees with the roar.

It's not good when a landslide occurs. But the destination is almost here, and fortunately with this rainfall, the container will be able to slide down the ground.

Is it more dangerous to go back now?

Zeno, who so decides, decides to enforce it.

"The handover point is almost there. Push and go."

"Ha."

Armor Knights, the escort, forces the container to move on.

Zeno was taken aback when he finally thought about where the cargo was handed over.

There's nothing there.

Crowned water as far as I can see, the ground just spreads with a maroon turbulence, nothing like a building.

A food-processing center-like factory is visible at the end of a space that opens up snugly and unnaturally in the woods.

I don't see why so many handover points have been designated in front of me.

"What do you mean? Why not?"

Check, but not incorrectly, the map of the island where the unloading position of the cargo was specified, handed to you by the Marquis of Gourmet.

On the contrary, the map says, as an annotation, to stay away from the central island building.

Perhaps if it were normal time, people at the food center would come and pick it up later after putting their bags here, but if they left the container in this rain and went home, they would be flushed for sure.

When Zeno punches one tongue, he has no choice, he won't have any complaints if he can carry it that far because the food center is in front of him anyway.

That is the decision, and I decide to go further.

But when we tried to get past the designated point.

Suddenly the legs of the fuselage can't move into something.

"What is this..."

Try to force the fuselage forward. But every step forward, the fuselage settles with a zubble.

When Zeno finally realized what this was, all three planes had stepped into the place.

"Oh no! This is a swamp! All units, stand down!

At first glance, it looks like brown ground, so I thought there was usually ground, but it is not.

This open space is where the marsh was crowned.

"No, I can't go back!

Other Armor Nights are taken off their feet and sink into the swamp without a trace.

Besides, to my bad taste, this swamp looks like a bottomless swamp, sinking indefinitely. When the fuselage sank at its own weight, the three Armor Knights were gone as if nothing had happened there.

The storm passes in less than an hour, the sky regains its original bluishness and the light of the sun plunges in from between the clouds.

By order of the bald tells, the Royal Bunnies surrounded the swamps that seemed to be garbage dumps.

The crowned water drew, surrounded by sludge, and the fouling of its marshes was remarkable.

Heavy rains flood the swamp with water, scattering monster carcasses, bones and rot, and insects flying all over it.

It's impossible for a dead monster to come together in one place on his own.

But there are monsters whose hobby is to collect monster corpses and dead meat in one place.

I can almost imagine what kind of monster the body was collected from, but the storm prevented me from identifying it.

"Hmm, not bad. It's rough in the storm, but it's easier to get them."

The bald tells laugh niggardly when they see how the Decay Swamp is doing.

Perhaps there must be a monster of my own imagination here.

What the hell are the Royal Bunnies doing, watching the bald tells, but surprisingly, the old man screwed them.

"Well done, I'll give you the food. Eat it and rest until they show up."

I was suspicious of the words so unexpectedly, but what the bald tel took out of the hemp bag was a crude, badly shaped vegetable that I hand it to each and every one of them.

I can tell you that I had a treat yesterday morning, and then they've skipped my meal so far. Now that I don't know when to put it on my diet, I didn't have a choice not to eat it.

Each of the Royal Bunnies grabs the vegetables they receive.

Bad, a lot of bunnies regretted the warm meal they had yesterday. If you eat so much delicious food, you can't help but stand out for the originally meal beginnings.

"Not good..."

"I don't have a choice. Because yesterday's meal was too delicious."

"Yeah......"

When Karin and Sakuya eat about half of their vegetables, they feel uncomfortable with their bodies.

My fingertips, my toes on my feet are tingly paralyzed, such discomfort.

As for Karin, sawdust off the vegetables that Sakuya had.

"You can't eat them all! This is paralysis poison!

Throw the vegetables everyone had right into Karin's cry, but already late in the day, the bunnies fall down one after the other.

When Karin, who stood to the end, finally collapses, the bald tel approaches with a niggling grin.

"It's a shame to let you go, but this is for the best dish of my life."

"What... do... chi"

"You will be fed a certain monster"

"Without us... catching monsters... can't"

"You don't have to catch me. He's dropping it on his own."

Karin is confused because she doesn't know why. But trying to understand what lunatics do is a mistake in itself.

"It's a pain in the ass when you guys get away with it. Don't feel bad."

When the bald tel takes out the knife, it hits its blade tip behind Karin's ankle.

"Hey, hey...... what - come on!!?

Karin didn't have time to raise her voice. The bald tells cut off her one-legged Achilles tendon.

This man simply turned down a leg that could be the life of a royal bunny.

There are tears in her eyes at things she couldn't have expected.

Balgetel shoved a knife blade at Sakya's right ankle the next time he took Karin's leg.

"Stop... Just me... enough..."

Paralysis keeps me from turning, but Karin desperately raises her voice.

But Hagetel took Sakya's leg in the same way with a devilish grin.

"Damn... ah..."

Tears spill from Sakya's eyes. Too much pain, but more than that, the remorse of being cut off by a man like this from his warrior life as a dragon knight.

It is good that the metal dragon takes my leg and gets it misled by my buddy's hand. I can still convince myself it's because I was weak. But I regret more than anything that I've fallen into this trap and become a body that can never dance in the sky again.

The bald tel handily cuts all the bunny Achilles tendons as if strangling the hen.

I can't move there anymore, the Raven girls are falling with a desperate look on their faces.

"Let's do this. I could have left a few, but I couldn't get stabbed upside down."

At the end of the ravine, an unpleasant sound of a flying body appears on the sky.

"You're here..."

When the bald tells look up into the sky, there's a giant fly dancing in the sky.

Its size is about that of a child, with a huge head with deep red double eyes moving crisply and rubbing his forelegs tightly. The torso has a rainbow glow like metal, the puffy, swollen lower abdomen is covered with short hair, and the giant, more than a hundred times the size of a normal fly, is enough that it's not strange to faint just seeing it if you're a person who doesn't like bugs.

Bubbles, giant flies swirling through the sky with jizzies and unpleasant feathers, Giant Midrishaw Jouberzebae flocks to scattered dead meat and fishes for rot, throwing the trash he eats into the swamp.

It is only now that they realize that this is their nest.

"No way... give me something like that..."

I was wondering if you were going to eat.

The bald tells grin with pleasure.

"You mustn't discriminate against Getestuff. It used to be a shrimp and octopus, but now it's usually on the table. Rest assured, it's not Belzebae's body that eats. Look at their bellies."

Belzebae's lower abdomen is red and big bloated, and some of them seem to burst with bread and it seems spicy to fly.

"There's plenty of their eggs in that belly. That's another extraordinary flavor. But eating too much is a very dangerous thing to be addicted to, and I've been caught behaving like this before."

"... of course..."

"But if you're going to treat the Marquis of Gourmet, you're going to have to be this punchy. Belzebae, when spawning approaches, attaches itself to living humans and monsters, laying eggs in the womb and rectum. In just a few hours, the eggs will hatch into maggots, which is the ingredient that needs to be cooked quickly."

The expression of the Royal Bunnies gradually goes from despair to fear. No way.

"Well, you'll be the mother of that fly. You can eat delicious eggs."

"... no... no"

"Well, don't mess with it. This is your last job. I'd be honored. Yeah. Be the best cooking ingredient in the world."