Sword of Glutton Princess

I learned the magic of Petit Demordi from Belzebute.

I yearned to teach magic, but didn't think I was going to teach magic from the demonic nucleus of the Seven Sins King in The Rat's Nest.

In order to activate magic, it is necessary to create a magic formation clearly in the brain, simultaneously reproducing in the mind the events that cause it in detail and, if necessary, converting the odds in you into the kind of magic you need.

If it's high-ranking magic, it takes a lifetime to complete one, he said.

First, to practice the psychic magic "Trupa" itself, I trained to produce little chicks, based on Belzevute's teachings, but they weren't very successful.

It took me half a day to decide it was going to be a long stretch because of the lack of results, and I tore my clothes and bracketed Belzevute's demonic nucleus in my arms, sticking it in the tunnel with the intention of crushing it with the Blade Popo of the Poor and climbing up.

Around my face I could fully illuminate it with the glow of Belzevute.

He was hung by Gilbard for "Decoy" and returned to the place where he was about to be killed by the war mouse "Moose".

I move around vigilantly and check the baggage I throw away.

... Gilbard's spare magic conductors and mana lamps in his luggage had been shattered by the warrior mouse Moose. No body.

In the meantime, I slap Gilbard's conductor with a stone that was nearby, spreading the tape and crushing it.

"What are you doing? I guess the food was the aim, huh?

"... If we could only recover the fighting bones and the demonic nucleus, it would be about 100,000 temis of gold. Both should belong to the warcraft and the devil before and after grade D."

"It's an endless ugliness."

Belzevute tells me to admire you.

Sure, I'm embarrassed, too.

Even though this is happening, my consciousness first turned to raising their magic props.

But having no money is all that hard.

Now it's just painful to live.

Ten thousand Temis, who borrowed so much from his best friend Mani, haven't been able to return it yet.

Mani doesn't say anything that hurries, but even he's never wealthy in life.

It's this war-mouse "moose" commotion where I wanted to make room for 10,000 temis somehow.

I really hate it.

Naturally, there was no food left for the purpose.

But there was still a water intake using the stomach of the ghost sheep Gogoat, so that was appreciated.

You didn't like the paint, you couldn't eat it by the war mouse Moose.

This ensured the water, and I don't really feel comfortable with it, but it can also be an emergency meal when I have to.

I can't afford to move around looking for a place where the groundwater is seeping out, but you won't have to think about replenishing it for a while because it's for me, Gilbard and Morgan.

I shredded the basement moss "Bottommore" on the wall and collected the little ghost mushroom "Gobrimalom".

Underground moss Bottommore is a brown moss Moor that grows underground and has the power to purify some air (ael) in the Demonic Labyrinth.

It is also commonly used in medicines.

The little ghost mushroom "Gobrimalom" is a green mushroom "Malom".

It's poisonous, but you can take stock if you soak it in water.

You can throw away the main unit without eating it.

What might you think is long, but just the underground moss Bottommore is bitter, smelly, and not edible.

Because it caught my eye, it wouldn't be anything worse if I used it.

Meals are the root of life, as my dead father used to say.

My father also taught me about these dishes.

My father was also a hauler, but he said, 'Even if you don't have the strength, even your cooking skills are surprisingly treasured!' He said.

... Although I didn't actually have the courage to advise me to cook, and since it is common sense to bring preserved food to the Demonic Labyrinth to eat, I didn't even visit such an opportunity.

I guess my father was treasured because, unlike me, he was loving and worldly.

I took out the deep plate at the bottom and poured water, and broiled the little ghost mushroom "Gobrimalom" with the flame of "Torch" and marinated it there.

This dissolves the secretion fluid of the little ghost mushroom Goblin Malom.

The small ghost mushroom "Gobrimalom" has a secretion solution with slight sugar content that is similar to the meat of the red beef "Rakau".

After being soaked for a while, it was removed again, seared and soaked, removed from the plate and thrown to the ground.

"Mm, throw it away?

"I just took the stock."

The little ghost mushroom "Gobblemarom" will produce internal poison if simmered, so we just have to broil it and put it on the water.

Because it is poisonous, it is not used as food first, but it is safe if it is not even done in the wrong way.

I went on to add the underground moss Bottommore and boiled it in the Torch, shaking the salt I was putting in the vial at the end.

This is the creation of "The Soup of the Underground Moss" Bottommore ".

Because of the strong flavor of the little ghost mushroom "Gobrimalom", I don't have to feel the odor or egg flavor of the underground moss "Bottommore".

Warm soup stains the hunger.

I felt a little tired.

Now we can enter into the mastery of the later magic of the Creative Spirit "Trupa".

"Do something elaborate. Um, it's fresh. In the Demonic Realm of Augol, there were no food-obsessed people at all. I cook meat and think anything with booze would be fine. Those stupid tongues."

Belzevute says enviously.

"Hey, you, if you remember Petite Demordi, you'll behave like a concubine with that soup."

... I did feel like healing because I'm in an extreme state right now, but nothing like this, because it's not that good.

After this, he also trained with the teachings of Dr. Belzebute on the psychic magic "Trupa".

On the way there were scenes of war rats coming again and hiding behind a narrow tunnel of examples, but they finally succeeded in producing and moving the spirits of chicks.

Since this is the foundation of the psychic magic Trupa, this was not particularly mentioned in his own information seen in Im, but nevertheless had a sense of accomplishment.

Very few adventurers can handle the psychic magic Trupa properly.

You can't master it without being taught exactly by the people you can use.

He pushed his body into a narrow tunnel so that it would not be attacked from the war mouse "Moose" and fixed his body before taking dormancy.

On the second day (though I can't see the day outside, so I don't know the exact date) I succeeded in creating the Spirit of the cat beast Nyalm.

And on the third day, as far as I could travel, there was no food, and I burned the stomach of the ghost sheep Goat, and hung it with salt, and finally ran out of water.

However, I was finally able to master Petit Demordi.

"Petite Demordi!

I fly the Belzevue Demon Nucleus and activate magic.

The magic team shines.

From its centre emerged a girl with blue skin and large golden eyes.

He had an abusive grin, two horns growing from his head.

The chest is engraved with red magic formations.

Unexpectedly I was breathtaking for a beauty I couldn't imagine from my normal condition.

"Um, not bad... having your own body is a long time ago. Exactly incomparably poor as the original body, but would be enough to slaughter a few rats. Well, let's get the hell out of here, Dean."

Belzevute licks his own red nails with his tongue and peeks at his mouth teeth.

But soon I was struck by a strong sense of vanity and nausea.

It runs uncomfortable on my head and clouds my thoughts. Standing makes it harder.

I unloaded the demonic nucleus of Belzevue and erased her incarnation.

"Become, why, Dean!?

Blame flies from the nucleus to me.

I knelt on the spot and wiped the sweat off my forehead.

"Hey, give me a break... and hold off until just before the war mouse Moose comes out, okay? I don't feel like I have enough magic..."

Sometimes I'm not used to the psychic magic "Trupa" yet... perhaps because I'm too poor for the power of Belzevute.

The magic of this Petite Demordi cannot be used for very long......