Sword of Glutton Princess

- Two days have already passed since we ended our death battle with the Grey Order and returned to the city of Romaburg.

I had already finished receiving and distributing support from the Largin Chamber of Commerce, and I had been able to get a little big money, regardless of whether it was commensurate with this crisis or not.

It was originally a proselytizing group for the city.

I just appreciate the consideration.

... I heard that Gumdon is making a scene about letting himself in on the Chamber's Parent Adventurer, and he's rubbing it a little bit with it, but it doesn't matter to me.

And the military... in the end, nothing changed.

At least on the surface, it doesn't look like this incident is getting any more painful.

The Adventurer Guild had more explanations from the military about this incident, but said, 'As an army, I was just secretly pursuing an investigation because I needed to deal with it carefully, and I wasn't acting. It was also to avoid inadvertently stirring residents' anxiety that the traces of the incident were not on the table '... he said.

They make me recognise the overwhelming authority of the military around such naive excuses coming through lightly.

In the near future, there was talk of wanting to recognize the adventurers who participated in the Yoshiyoshi regiment in the guild.

... it is definitely the military's money.

It seems that Sergeant Marty Magic intends to divert the residents from their own untimely ends by worshipping the risen adventurers as heroes.

I'm sorry to be awarded for something like that, and Mani and Edda seemed to agree... but some adventurers seemed willing to join in there, fearing confrontation with the military or hoping for some form of extra reward.

Some of the assembled adventurers should have thought that if they defeated the Grey Order with their own hands, they would let the army blow a bubble... but after realizing it, it is in the form of watching the mood of the army from this side.

That's why I was so blatantly crushing the case, I was just thinking that Sergeant Marti Magic would also be in a bad position... but it's already getting weathered, such as the story of the army's poor response.

I remembered the fact that it was cold.

... About Childick's betrayal, too, was settled by the internal arrangement of the adventurers who took part in those proselytizing regiments that they would not put on the table.

Childick escaped alone in confusion in his fight against the Grey Church, and that's what happened.

Because if you talk poorly, you don't know what you're going to see.

Regrettably, this was the difference in power between the army and the adventurer.

In the end, even Childick's betrayal, where the lives and deaths of adventurers and hostages hung, was probably only one measure for the military.

As a result, the military, it can be said, has succeeded in closing the grey denominational case without much effort or significant loss of reputation.

As Childick himself said... maybe we adventurers can't drastically change the mystique of power.

I was tired all day yesterday and couldn't even move properly.

In addition to his battle fatigue, Mani also sounded like he was supposed to use "Ayalla" near the limits of his magic, which seemed similar to mine.

I took a day to get a good rest on my bed... and today, I can walk around normally enough without any problems.

He had just returned to Mani's blacksmith by sourcing ingredients at the market to keep his promise to behave like a fancy dish to Belzevue.

It's like a little party to celebrate the success of the hostage rescue and... survival.

I tried to ask Edda out yesterday when she came to see how we were, but she didn't seem too interested.

I told him I wanted him to come if I could... but I'm sure Edda still loads of sword workouts today somewhere in the city.

I rented a mani blacksmith's furnace and roasted a whole bunch of ghost chicken.

The heat of the painted sauce increases the radiance, spreading the fragrance of meat and vanilla among the blacksmiths.

The ghost chicken is coated with a special, golden sauce.

It combines the golden honey and salt of the big needle bee Needle, the crushed vanilla, and the fruit liquor of the demonic monkey Marquis.

The dish of applying honey and baking chicken is called Leiden baking, taken from its place name of origin.

... Although these days, they are more often simply called golden roasts, and they are more pervasive there.

Both the golden honey of the big needle bee Needle and the fruit liquor of the demon monkey Marquis are expensive, so it's the first luxury ingredient I can't handle.

Both are warcraft of the same class D as warrior mice (moose), but they are a step up in intensity and nature troubles.

Besides the golden honey and fruit liquor are treasures of the Warcraft and need to be directly into the nest to get them.

It gets really expensive.

It's about time...... no, you're almost there.

While I'm watching the grill, I want the angle of the fixed iron skewer to be slightly stuck.

'Oh, oh...! It smells so good! Dean, I can't stand concubines anymore! Come on, let's get it ready! Thinking about your health, I waited for you yesterday, my concubine!

Belzella, the Devil's Eater Sword, placed on the desk, was jumping on her own.

... Belzevute waited for me yesterday after Mani persuaded me for a long time.

"Wait a little longer. I got you some good ingredients, so you don't want to ruin your time at the end of the day, do you?

'Mmm, mmm... that's true... mmm...'

The Devil's Sword Berzera was troubled and rolling over the desk.

Slowly slowed down the movement and eventually stopped completely.

Belzevute seemed reluctant, but he accepted.

"... I don't know... that's a very expressive magic sword."

That's what Mani, who was cleaning up his blacksmile tools, said with a bitter laugh.

"Dean, can you make a concubine's body out of psychic magic? It's attached to that plate, let's lick the extra sauce and put up with it '

"Yikes, any amount of bullying......!

"What is it?" Dean, are you saying this to your concubine, the former ruler of the Demonic Realm (Augol)?

"... before you get angry there, look at your words and actions a little more"

Bake it up and pull the ghost chicken (orga chicken) leiden roast out of the furnace.

As I lined up my dishes with a mani as I stared at my butt with a weird sword that swung alongside me, I heard things coming from the surface.

Me and Mani stopped moving at the same time.

I quickly explore the signs in Odd Sense.

The opponent held his breath and seemed to be holding his legs at the front door.

... This odd is not ordinary people.

Someone of considerable level.

Robbery...... no, maybe not an army person.

I sent a signal to Mani with my gaze and gently took the Devil's Sword Belzera and headed to the surface, opening the door at once.

Edda, standing on the table, trembled with horror.

"... what the hell are you doing?

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Edda goes out of sight and coughs up small.

Zhu was slightly on his cheek.

"... I just came because I felt like it"