Sword of Glutton Princess

When I visited the Adventurer's Alliance, Edda had reason to hang on the wall right next to the entrance.

I wish I had been in there...... but perhaps it would have been a hassle for Edda to make contact in the crowd.

I've been wandering around looking at the timing of my voice before.

"Hey, Edda."

When I speak, Edda leans back from the wall.

"Mani... well, he's meeting with a blacksmith today.... so today, if possible, it would be helpful to have it retained for as long as the selection of the Demonic Labyrinth. Well, you seemed willing to leave."

"Well, can't a blacksmith come? Though, I don't really want to open a few days. Living loosely in a secure city is certainly not a bad idea either. It doesn't suit my skin, but there's nothing I don't understand. But sleeping and waking up and eating in this land seems so dull."

If you dare from the Narc tribe to move across the periphery of the life of the Warcraft, you may find life somewhere in a land secured by kingdom breathless.

Besides, Edda had zeroed in on her intention to marry other Narc tribes after she had fought the devil, the enemy of her kin.

Perhaps he fears that his spirit will be dull and he will not be able to live as a warrior of Narc.

Thinking about it, maybe it's a real problem.

"Don't look strange that doesn't suit you. I don't like your bluntness. At any rate and yesterday, he would have focused on the barren matter of how to decorate things for eating. If you put that time into mould meditation, you might be able to connect your life. He's a woman."

I say as if Edda is exhausted.

I had a lot on my mind, but I decided to enjoy it a lot.

I just had Edda teach me swordsmanship yesterday, and I'm not going to deny the idea of the Narc tribe to think about swords all the time.

If you try from them who explore and live purely battle only, the way of life of urban adventurers who proclaim the battle to be a business, but also a meal to do, a treasure, an honor, may just appear lazy.

I don't blame you, but I can tell you to respect our thoughts, but she's her, too, trying so hard to get used to the city, and trying so hard not to be swallowed up to go home any day.

It's the adventurer business that can't afford to take into account someone a little further away.

I'll be right next to you. I have to be an understander.

"Unfortunately for you! Last night! Because you caught Dean late! It was Poat!

Belzevude trembles and rages at The Devil's Eating Sword Belzela.

Calm down, calm down, Belzevute. Poat is great.

Poat, the poor potato, is certainly big and nutritious.

You can say that almost none of us have the strength to get our bodies in order.

Sure, his belly swells, but if he eats all the poor potato Poat, he says he can also suffer from a poor disease that makes his body paralyzed and unable to move well.

On top of that, if asked what flavor it tastes like, the soil is closest. I wouldn't call it dirt as it is, but it tastes endlessly close to it.

But still, looking back on history, it was the poor potato Poat that supported the kingdom in times of famine, and it was also the poor potato Poat that had helped me and Mani live in distress for a long time.

The tough vitality that can scratch and sprout nutrients in the ground, even from garbage dumps, draws a line with other cereals.

It is one of the virtues of Poat, a poor potato, that the spreads and leaves are also soft and, for once, inedible.

Without this, me and Mani would have starved to death.

Never do I like the taste of the poor potato Poat either, but in a way it is no exaggeration to say that I love the poor potato Poat.

Poat is truly great. As long as the flavor is excluded.

They all want to find a way to eat it deliciously.

"Didn't your arms hang around and you couldn't do anything! It's my concubine Dean, why don't you treat him more politely!

"Calm down! You, you were complaining and wandering to eat yesterday! Huh?"

I say as I hold down the trembling Demon Eater Sword Belzella.

What a rattling move in front of a person's eyes before a guild, like the orange-haired man I ran into before again, I could be blinded by a strange guy.

"Your sword seems to be quite motivated, above all. I don't know."

Edda says like any other HR.

He says it often.

"... Anyway, you want to avoid hiring other hauliers, right? Then it's impossible to leave today."

"Nothing. I don't mind the two of you. I thought you said you wanted to leave the battle with the Warcraft to the best of your ability because previous injuries were not in good shape. You do the haulier and dive into the shallow layers in the vicinity."

"Yes, no, you can't do that... even though we sleep together for a few days!

Few adventurers make mistakes by exploring the Demonic Labyrinth in pairs of men and women.

By sleeping and eating together near the remote Negijo of Warcraft, it would be because they seek human skin out of anxiety and loneliness.

It's not uncommon for a first-class hunter (party) to break up without a shrill.

Edda is beautiful if only on the outside, and I don't necessarily make weird mistakes either.

"Don't think about crap. Don't worry, when you do an unwanted imitation, I'll hold you down and turn down your forefingers."

Say it like Edda made a fool of herself.

"Hey, why the index finger..."

I want you to stop pointing out specific points.

I imagine it.

"It's a Narc tribal code. Those who have sinned within the tribe are cut off their index fingers as a sign thereof. The sword is held with three lower fingers. The first time sin is forgiven for that."

of, brain-muscle tribes......

Does it matter what else if the weapon is in your hands?

"The second sin is to be banished by turning down all fingers. Because those who can't hold the sword are unnecessary to the tribe. But as it stands, there's no one else I can count on besides you. Don't make me do that."

"I'm sorry for the first time..."

I held my forehead and opened the Alliance door.

"... you can stand talkin '. Get some water, too, and make plans inside. It's just that I disagree with you two diving. Besides, Mani wants me to wait a day. If you leave it at a time like this, the mani surprisingly hold it in its roots."

When I turned my attention to the inside of the guild, I saw people killing at the reception.

I assumed it was noisier than usual even from the outside... but obviously things are strange.

It doesn't seem like it's about buying, selling or crusading bones or demon nukes.

"What do you mean you don't have any news!

"Isn't this case obviously an example of gray denominational entanglement! I hear a strange man committed a murder at the market a few days ago! Why did you leave the army alone?

... Something seems to have happened again with the military and the Grey Order intertwined.

I don't know what I would do if I yelled into the army building, so I guess I have a spearhead for the Adventurer Guild, which is also an intermediary between the military and civilians.