Sword of Glutton Princess

After this distribution of the amount, we rented the Mani blacksmith's place for a little feast or dinner party.

I also have to feed the guy from Belzevute exactly what's delicious.

I can't even sell out my fang ghost (orga) fighting bones, so I'm not in that financial spare state... well, I shouldn't be doing kettle here.

Before challenging the Powerful Hunting Grounds, they were truly in a state of full course of poor potatoes (Poat).

Besides, Edda's guy came this time, too.

I have to wave my arms around here and spread the goodness of the dishes a little bit to the guy who is a socialist as he is in the ingredients.

I put all the ingredients I bought at my desk and slaughtered the meat from the ghost chicken.

'Ho ho, you've been so excited this time! You know what I mean! I love you, Dean!

The "Demon Eating Sword Berzera" placed on the floor was noisy and rolling.

... a restless magic sword.

Edda, sitting in her seat, was watching "The Devil's Eden Sword Belzella" drizzle with awesome eyes.

"Hi..."

'But aren't you very excited this time? Mummy, is it because there's Edda's guy? Dean's colored man! He's a hater, like this!

"Then don't be silly!

At that time, a gallon sounded from Mani's side.

Turning his face, he seemed to have dropped the plate he was holding on his desk.

Fortunately, the height was not so high, and there seemed to be no injury or dish breakage.

Mani was blind to the plate, staring at the Devil's Eater Sword Berzera with a cold, faceless look.

A cold one ran on my spine.

Usually warm mani's, this look is hard to see.

The Devil's Sword Berzera shuddered small and stood upright with a pin.

He fell on the floor, jumped with Karan Karan, and then finally grew up.

... Oh, that guy, could he be vertical as well?

"Are you okay, Mani? If you're tired, you should rest..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. He seemed a little upset. But I'm fine. I'll take care of the salad."

Mani smiled at his usual condition and began serving leaf balls (cavens) onto a plate.

I've been watching a little bit since then, but nothing has changed in particular.

Are you sure you were just thinking about it?

"Please don't push me."

That's what I said.

After seeing the good sign back from Mani, I decided to go back to my work.

"Dean, my concubine, I recommend Mani."

Thoughts arrive from the Devil's Eat Sword Berzera.

He tilted his torso and watched how the mani looked.

"... what are you talking abruptly about, you?

But you Belzevute guy, you're weirdly tense.

Well......... it's a bit of a long time ago luxury meal, so will that happen too?

Maybe I need to work harder too to keep my love from Belzevute.

Well... even if I'm exhausted, I don't know what I can do for Belzevute, which is just the Demon Nucleus right now.

It's just not a good dimensional demon conductor for a second-rate adventurer like me, such as a demon guide sword that originally uses Belzevue's demon nucleus.

For example, if the magic conductor gets Belzevute, he will let gold say things and use more expensive metals and bone fighting to build a magic conductor that draws the power of Belzevute.

And every day, you should behave like a luxurious meal full of overflowing.

I don't have to go beyond that... maybe imitations that extremely curb the quality of my diet just because I'm short of money shouldn't be done against Belzevute.

After working for a while, he was called "Hey" from behind.

It was Edda's voice.

I shook my shoulders up and down, put the knife down and look back.

"Bi, I was surprised. Get closer to normal."

I didn't realize she was approaching me until I could call her.

"I guess you have sensory fighting skills. If I were your enemy, I'd be dead."

"I don't think there's a lot of guys around the house who are wary of fighting while cooking..."

Though perhaps you really shouldn't have lived without that much vigilance, since the Narc tribe should have been basically an outdoor, and also a life in an area that hasn't progressed properly in the hunt for the Warcraft.

"So, what's going on?

"... If there's anything I can do to help, let me ask you. I'm also free to sit alone."

Edda looked a little embarrassed and took her gaze off and said so.

I was distracted.

I wasn't expecting that Edda offer to help me cook.

The more I think about words and deeds as if they hurt everything I touch with no coordination when I dive into the crusade of "The Demon of Minerals Solas," the more I wonder if it's someone else.

"Edda... you got used to the city and got round to it, too"

There was something emotional, and I held my head down and squealed like that.

"Are you making fun of me? If there's nothing, we're going back."

Edda bites her lips with a grumpy face.

"Wow, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. Right... Something simple..."

It was going to take a lot of work to give Edda instructions and watch, but I thought it would be more fun to have her work with me.

Besides, for her, it's up to her to remember how to cook the least.

"Such care is unnecessary. The point is, I remember watching you."

That's what Edda said and stood beside me, taking the knife she put on her desk.

I thought... I gripped with both hands and gently slashed the universe.

Shit, it sounded good.

"Too short, don't hang tight. Well, good. I don't know what to kill."

Edda said that while holding the knife with both arms.

I held my forehead.

... I generally saw and remembered the guidelines, what was.

In the Narc tribe, warriors are not left to do anything other than fight.

I remember Edda saying that before.

"You were pompous in time, except for the battle..."

The Devil's Eden Sword Berzera leaked such thoughts with smudges.

Oh, what I didn't think you'd say!

Edda quickly looked back at the Devil's Eater Sword Berzera and pointed at the knife in her hand.

"Hey Dean, materialize this guy with psychic magic (Trupa). I'll tear him apart first."

"Oh, calm down, Edda!