Sword of Glutton Princess

I was walking down an unpopular road on the unpaved ground in the city of Romaburg.

Two days had passed since Brad's raid riots in the Grey Church.

Yesterday, it was me in bed yesterday and the whole day, but I was recovering enough to walk around outside somehow.

"Whew, whew, Dean. What are we gonna do tonight?

While I was walking, Belzevute would come busily to my voice with that and this.

... Belzevute is quick to say he's just finishing lunch.

If you look up at the sky, the sun is still forming directly above the sky.

"... I wonder if you can find out that without checking what's lined up in the mall"

'Um, is that what it is? Dean, a concubine, if possible. Um, pork meat grill is good! Yesterday's guy!

"Roasted Pork Roast Crow?

'Yes, it is! It's Roasted Crow, a fork-roasted pork! It's time for the concubine to learn her name!

Roast Crow, a fork-roasted pork, is a dish made with meat from the belly of the livestock pig Nark.

There are three layers of skin, lean and fat around the abdomen, with soft flesh and a strong flavour.

It is a dish in which the meat around the belly of this livestock pig "Nark" is seared and grilled over time in a furnace by applying honey, spices and passing it through an iron fork.

Though it is Theory who uses fruit juice to brightly colour the skin, it is surprisingly difficult for this to stop mulling beautifully, and it is not uncommon for a store to give up.

"It's cheap, so I'm helpful... but don't you want to eat too much every day? And you... because of that, you said you wanted to try different dishes."

"I don't mind! This concubine will forgive you!

... I'm glad you liked it, but it's a little worthless to make with the same thing every time.

Besides, I'm tired of taking a lot of time.

"I'll think about it if there's an affordable cattle pig, Nark."

"Whew, Dean. Why don't you go to the mall first? Ahead! Why don't we just go back, leave the ingredients in the mani, and then come back here again! If that affordable cattle pig Nark is sold, it will be!

"Wouldn't that be a hassle twice, it...?

Yes, I have a purpose in addition to shopping today.

Turn the old big building.

Ahead, I saw Edda.

There was an inn near here where Edda was staying, and I heard she used to train swords around here.

I had a little something to ask Edda for today.

She waves the Magic Sword as if she were fighting an invisible enemy.

I received the enemy's sword and found myself playing it.

Fall back, attack, jump, flap.

It was a beautiful move, as if it were dancing.

A sword dancer, I guess.

I also forgot to breathe and saw.

I can't move this fast and precise.

Finally, he took action to prevent his opponent's sword, turned clean into an attack as it was, and slashed the universe with a sword.

Then, in a daunting motion, he returns the Magic Sword to his sheath and turns his eyes to me.

"I'm tired, you look great."

"The swords of the Narc tribe are not cheap, like spectacles and art."

Edda takes me slightly out of sight and says in a chilling voice.

"Wow, bad..."

... Oh, would I have made you shudder?

Most importantly, the Narc tribe may have something to say about utilitarianism or dislike playing and decorating.

"... well, if you like it that much, I won't show you another mould."

Edda whines so in a lower voice, keeping her gaze back at me.

The corner of his mouth was slightly better.

... this guy is an unfamiliar kid.

I recently found out something.

Edda is not faceless.

I just don't want to show people my face and attitude when I'm in a good mood.

As I stared into my mouth, you noticed my gaze, hiding my mouth with your hand, wrinkling deep between my eyebrows and staring at me.

I missed my sight to fix it.

"... e, Edda's injury seems to be all right now. I'm relieved."

"When we met yesterday, it was almost completely healed. That's not a big injury."

"Not a big injury...... well"

... I think it was decided quite deeply by the sickle in Gaza...

"Looks like you could already make it back. I was a little worried when I saw my blacksmith make a scene. I still owe you 200,000 Themis."

Edda smiles at her mouth.

... Yes, I owed Edda a debt of two hundred and fifty thousand Themis to prepare the cost of producing Mani's "The Devil's Hammer Gadolas".

I paid back 50,000 temis yesterday, but I still have a lot of money left.

"Yes, no, I'm not in the mood yet. However, if I had fallen any further, my body would be dull. If that happens, it's a dead end."

"That's all you have to do if you move. Tomorrow we'll go to the Demon Labyrinth. It's time I missed the fight."

"Ki, tough..."

"I'm not going to put anything else together. You need to pull yourself together, but you need to follow me. I'm just glad I made a loan. No way, you can't say no, can you?

Edda gives me a sadistic grin.

This is the only time you're gonna show me a good face.

"Okay...... instead, I'll ask you to be gentle. I'll have it moved by the auxiliary. Besides, I can't tell you what's going on with Mani's blacksmith."

I say, holding my head down.

... I do this somewhat impossibly. But I have to make room for two hundred thousand temis to pay it back.

"Dean is in trouble, too. You're gonna borrow it from Mani's little girl again and give it back?

I hear the fun laughter of Belzevute.

I can't borrow this from Mani and bury it because it was just a liability for a gift to Mani.

I will never go.

"... I'm sorry, but if you're going to sharpen it, you're going to drop it from the food bill first. Can I have a simmer of the poor potato Poat for a while?

"Nah, why? Ugh!? Dick, Dean! In time, isn't it important about the concubine!?

"Demon Eating Sword Belzella" rocks in chatter.

This, this guy, you could have moved this far!?

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Edda stared at the Devil's Sword Belzella.

She basically has a thin emotion on the table, which makes it hard to read from her expression... but on her face, she seemed somewhat disgusted.

As soon as I met him, he strayed and put his expression back to normal.

What, what's your face now? It just didn't seem like it was creepy that The Devil's Eating Sword Berzera was trembling.

... Is there anything to think of against the overly vicious power of Belzevute?

"So... Dean, didn't you have something to do? Or did you just want to have a public talk with me?

Edda said so to mislead her gaze earlier.

"Oh, yeah, I need a favor."