Nothing was left to float, and the two of them were nagged.
"If you want to stop me, you can stop defeating a disastrous demon.
If you can't do anything, get out of there. "
Mr. Estelle must be having trouble treating me.
He had the skin of a disaster-class Kimaira, hung up on his guild and got permission to stroll, and Mr. Marr just talked about a giant worm crusade.
But I'm actually just a kid who's protected and doesn't take part in the fight.
The fact that it was only about the strength of goblins was also found out at dinner yesterday.
If we give way as we go, Chorocholo will be defeated, and the spirits will cast spiritual magic.
Even if I try and lose, it's the same thing. [M]
I might be more likely to stop surviving with luck and seasoning than a weak, unfightable chorochoro.
Besides not having any experience in interpersonal fights, the opponent is a user of space magic who is strong enough to knock down a nymph.
Normally you can't even fight and win.
But I've always fought only such opponents.
Because no demon has a weaker status than me.
Here we find a way to deal with the metastasis and the only way to defeat her.
Fortunately, if the other person is a person, Dr. Habanero is bound to be active!
"I appreciate you finishing up with a stun without slashing the two of us, but I'm not willing to give way"
"I'm not killing each other.
We just act to protect this world!
Grasping the sword hard, Mr. Estelle runs off.
Damn, it's hard for the type of guy who doesn't even listen to what he's good at.
I can't believe I'm going to be the wingman to fight without even having time to consider it.
It's impossible to intercept, and if you release the seasoning, they take the back with the transfer.
Even if you avoided it with an emergency soy sauce escape, you'll be pursued with a transfer before you get up.
The Rotten Series is ineffective if you breathe in your mouth.
I don't see a way to do it well, do you want to get some rest soon?
We can only prioritize how not to die here rather than avoid it poorly.
I confront Estelle with my hands in front of her as she freaks out at her fierce speed.
Ms. Estelle narrowed her eyes wondering what I would do without magic.
If you do anything more than be alert, you'll be transferred and slashed.
A very weak adventurer like me is not sure he can react, even if he knows he will metastasize behind his back.
Try not to irritate Mr. Estelle.
First of all, not being transferred is a sine qua non for survival.
Stand with your hands sticking out to steer Mr. Estelle's attack from the front.
Estelle, who stares at me for not doing anything, has used her running momentum to stick out her sword.
At that moment, remove Kimyra's skin from the item box.
Reaching out with both hands to prevent the sword is physically pushed in at the speed of the progression and blown backwards.
Excellent gear and snow have been cushioned and never take any decent damage.
There are no signs of scratches on Kimyra's skin either, so if this prevents it, it won't be scratched with a blade.
But it's just a buy of time.
In just one attack, Mr. Estelle must have seen through my power.
With his neck tilted, he exhaled a loud sigh to look down.
"If you can't handle an attack like this, you can't defeat a disaster-class demon or a C-rank monster.
Apparently, you're as weak as you look.
I think you should try your best to hold the item box. "
I'm glad you complimented me, I think I'm a weak person myself but I'm working hard.
I was so nervous about what I would do if Kimyra's skin penetrated.
Because it's a horrible experience like never before to face someone running with a sword.
I am most surprised at myself for facing without running away.
You can do spiritual 320,000 heterementals, too.
"If that's what you think, I'd appreciate it if you missed it."
"Humph, there's no way you can pull off a demon calling for disaster"
Not up yet. Turning to me, Mr. Estelle approaches again with a sword.
The only thing I can do to prevent it is to stick my hands forward and take a defensive stance.
Not with this, it's going to blow up again.
We can only prevent forward attacks, and we cannot respond on an ad hoc basis.
Transfer and take the back, like you're saying.
But there's no other way to prevent Mr. Estelle from attacking you than this.
What the hell am I supposed to do!
Calm down, squeeze your thoughts out with 320,000 poor mentals!
Er, erm...,
"Hey, how about dessert for dinner tonight!
I didn't know what I was talking about myself.
Would there be a man who would advance dessert towards an opponent who would attack with a sword?
No more, it's blown up again...... no?
"What?! You even made dessert!
Apparently, a miracle happened.
The moment a critical weapon came into contact with Kimyra's skin, Mr. Estelle had stopped.
Keep an incredibly stunned look on your face.
"I don't remember telling you I couldn't make it.
I'm a man called God because I made cookies that taste too good in Freesia.
As for the king, the truffle chocolate from the new dessert was too happy to pass out. "
"You would be eating up sweetness, that the king is a stun?
While I have incredible thoughts, I think of a bowl of cutlets and pork juice, and who can't stop?
What's this feeling like telling the truth!
I can't help but want to eat. "
It is an unexpected development.
I didn't know a rampaging horse who had repeatedly stormed without listening would follow me to the negotiating table.
I'm glad we had dinner together last night.
Mental attacks that shake desires created by feeding are often effective for those who ate Japanese food even once.
People in this world are vulnerable to good eating and women are also vulnerable to dessert.
You can't step on a mineword like 'Spirit' like you just did.
Call on your soul with your skill in persuasion, convert her warfare into appetite, and return to the city for a party.
"Bad boys who break promises will forfeit dessert.
I'll still forgive you now, but what will you do?
"Ugh... well, I'm not weak enough to lose that temptation.
The Empire is a country that protects the world and corrects order.
So, there's no shaking your mind like a dessert!
Though almost devoid of the right to inherit the throne, it is overflowing with justice.
Brainwashed with the Empire's wrong education of brilliance, I guess I've spent all this time.
But now she's so sorry that she spills tears.
Naturally.
I just had an unknown experience this morning of cumming with egg sandwiches.
"Now it's a good time to choose.
Cookies on pudding, truffles on ice cream.
If you want, we'll also ask your opinion on what your next new dessert might look like?
"Ahhh! What, that fascinating dessert you've never heard of!
I want to eat it, I want to eat it until it's sweet and my blood is deluded!
I guess this world-specific Kang worked.
Imagine a dessert you've never seen or eaten just by the sound of words, and no longer suffer.
"The sweetness that seems to delude the blood is chocolate, isn't it?
I feel the pleasure of sticky sweetness wrapping around my mouth and being bound to happiness.
Coincidentally, truffle chocolate, eaten and fallen by the king, is the finest. "
"Guh! Don't!
It can't exist in this world, like desserts alongside a bowl of cutlets, the finest dish!
I laughed when I heard the words. [M]
She is so fond of meat that she decides on her own to make a bowl of cutlets the finest.
A lot of girls like meat these days.
"What are you talking about?
Nobody said the cutlet bowl was the finest. "
"Don't lie to me!
If such a good meat dish isn't the finest, then tell me what the hell it is!
"Mr. Estelle has only eaten a bowl of cutlet meat dishes yet, hasn't she?
Cuttlebowl is a derived dish of tonkatsu, not the finest dish.
It's just an unusual oak meat dish that can change flavors with a variety of seasonings. "
I am sure of victory when I see my hands trembling with a clattering sword.
This guy is a big meat-loving girl just like Lilia from Immortal Birds (Phoenix)!
"Hey, what a horrible thing to say right now.
Just oak meat dishes, you say?
That can't be, it can't be!
"That's not true.
There are some corner stews where the oak meat that should be hard gets ripped with chopsticks, and the steaks that are good for eating are popular.
Burgers paired with brilliant buffalo and oak meat will definitely make your tongue roar "
"What do you mean, you can't even imagine how it looks, but you can't stop producing saliva.
This feeling of accepting that oak meat can't be ripped with chopsticks, but it's true.
I want to eat the braised pork... "
Estelle, whose true intent had been accidentally leaked, seemed to be undergoing the same mental manipulation that had also been hypnotized.
I'm losing focus on my eyes, and I'm starting to think about the boiling squares.
All right, push back if you get here.
"It's a coincidence, I was going to cook a corner for dinner tonight.
But braised horns can only be eaten by good kids who keep their promises, dishes eaten by the chosen ones.
It also comes with truffles for dessert, can we really continue the fight?
"Wow!
The spirit is destroyed by the desire of appetite, and Mr. Estelle is scratching his head.
The fight between the finest proud pride of defending the world and the childlike desire for a good meal.
If normal, they would overwhelmingly choose the former, but the culinary culture of this world is low and is now beginning to turn into the finest entertainment.
I guess Estelle, who doesn't even carry the money to stay at the inn, lives like a low-ranking adventurer who keeps eating like a preserved food.
Wherever you go, you should be scolded with a rambling horse, refused to stay in the inn because it annoys you, and often do wild lodging.
I don't think I have much money because of my personality, which always causes trouble, and I also have overlapping expenses such as repairs and compensation.
There's no way she can beat a double punch of braised horns and truffles like that.
I thought the persuasion was a success, and I put Kimyra's skin in the item box.
Later she only goes where she collapses from her knees, gently giving her truffle and stunning her.
It is a happy attack of truffles called the bomb of happiness.
But Mr. Estelle never collapsed off his knees.
Mr. Estelle slowly devours his teeth as he continues to shed large tears from both eyes.
He squeezes his sword hard with a trembling arm that makes him desperately excited.
"I want to eat... I want to eat braised horns...!
But I can't pull it off!
As long as the Empire exists as a justice that protects the world, there is no other way but I will!! "
Mr. Estelle seemed determined, waving his sword wide and gripping it forcefully with both hands.
When you pierce your justice without losing your appetite.
I guess that's why I've become a complete crusader whispering like a demon.
It's not the same as when you were in.
She's really losing her mind and trying to take my life.
Hurry to retrieve Kimyra's skin again and forward to prevent an attack.
but the closer you do it, the easier it is to deal with items that you know the species.
Mr. Estelle's one hand is waved down, and in an instant, he takes away Kimyra's skin.
"Comparing the world to the braised horns, it's only natural to protect the world!
You don't have to eat braised horns to live!
There is no way to prevent an attack on me for losing my ability to guard.
When Estelle's sword began to move, which had been put into her good hands, all she could do was close her eyes and shrink so that she could be in a position with nature.
Gakien.
I was uncomfortable with the unexpectedly squeaky metal sound.
I haven't even hit the sword that should have been swung down, and I don't run the feeling of pain.
I opened my fearful eyes and my breathing voice leaked out. [M]
Because one girl dressed in red light gear was preventing me from attacking.
I just haven't seen her in a while, and there's always a girl nearby.
"I can't believe I look down at the braised horns, speechless.
Rampage horses are adults, you just have to eat grass "