Sword of Glutton Princess

Half a day had already passed, leaving the city gate in the city of Romaburg.

We used to go wild in the woods.

Already the sun was about to set and dimmed, and the lights of the mana lamp placed on the earth had illuminated my surroundings.

I was roasting Mirage, a hunted raven.

The meat of Mirage, a corner raven that peeled off its fur, removed its organs and drained its blood, was cooked on a table made of a combination of branches.

It smells good to roast meat.

Although this is an area where warcraft hunting by the military has taken place, less dangerous warcraft are often abandoned in locations distant from the city.

The level of Mirage was slightly higher, but it was enough to deal with it without any problems if it was a magic conductor.

"Thank you, Mr. Dean. Um, I'm sorry that I'm just being protected by all of you..."

Celia sat on a large stone, holding the thighs of the baked raven Mirage first.

Next to it sits Garlock.

You don't look alike at all, but when you do this, you also look like a parent and child.

"You're tired, aren't you? I don't know if it fits my tongue a bit because it wasn't spicy or decent..."

"Yes, no, that's not true!

Celia shook her head.

I laughed bitterly and scratched my head.

... In other words, I'm the courtesan of the president of that Largin Chamber of Commerce, so I thought I must have eaten something good.

I could have let such a little girl take care of me.

Celia softly mouths the whole roasted ravioli "Mirage".

He didn't chew a thousand good bites, and he let go of his face for a long time, pulling meat at best.

"My lady! The gravy is dripping."

"Ah, hot! But it's delicious."

Celia, who had always had a hard expression, finally laughed at me just a little.

I was relieved to see that face.

Celia was just young, burned down a house and killed her family.

Words and deeds are solid, but they seem much spicier.

I'd be happy if you got your grin back at all.

Whether it's sad or painful, your stomach is hungry.

People can't live without eating, so it's natural.

But that's why meals at all times give people joy.

"Ugh, Ugh Dean! Concubine, concubine!

... As usual, the devouring Magic Instructor sword shook up rattled.

I hold the pattern down disappointingly, turning the meat as if nothing had happened and adjusting the baking additions and subtractions.

"Why ignore the concubine! Isn't that terrible, Dean!

You won't have to eat anything to live, but I'll stick it in my heart.

"... because we have Mr. Garlock and Celia. You know what I mean?"

Besides, we can't afford to keep preparing Belzevue meals on our journey now.

"Mm, mugg......"

Belzevute leaks carelessly.

"I'm so glad I got away safely..."

When Mani said so, Edda stopped swinging her magical sword and turned to her.

"I was wary when I heard you were a magic captain, but it's not a big deal. I knew it, but they're just great. I should have set him up sooner."

... invincible and reliable.

But in fact, I didn't think I'd make it this far either.

Good luck.

"... here's the problem. It's big that this one went well on the side where we set it up. From here on out, you'll be the one to be chased."

Garlock put his hands together and said so.

"The best thing about them is the strength of the group. With us running off against the Enchantress, his vigilance intensified. If you try Marty, it's the worst case scenario for me and my daughter to escape out of the city. Now it's time to crush them with madness."

I'm breathtaking.

It was a miraculous pleasant victory to be able to break through without major injury or sacrifice.

There is no doubt that that is bad. However, it is also conceivable that the result would be an undesirable situation.

... In this case, Marty might decide that the strength of the city gates was not enough to deal with us.

This big win could lead to a result that strengthens the personnel that would be assigned to the chaser.

Marty has more than a hundred demon conductors, military personnel of the Romaburg branch of this city, as his men.

Extreme stories, if they hit it all, we won't even win.

However, Marti has the shackle of being in the position of a magic conductor.

There are other roles, so you shouldn't be able to imitate Garlock, who is just a robber, by throwing a large number of his men in the face.

That is tantamount to the hustle and bustle that there is something dark behind this one.

Therefore, even in situations where my neck is hanging, I cannot easily turn to excessive force.

I'm going up a little bit, the least I can do.

Marty's ability to move as a chaser should be to the extent that he has no problem removing it from the city for a long period of time and is not suspected by other magic mentors.

Marty himself is a fiercely fierce magician, incomparable with his magic captain.

If we arrange strong domestic wizard use in order, we would get into quite the upper echelons.

Assuming he kills us directly, it shouldn't even be a decent fight.

But Marty, the Magic Master, is not free to move around the country.

That's why we're winning.

This battle must not make the opponent serious.

After I finished cooking, I sat in the big rock, lined up with the mani, and ate the meat from Mirage.

"Ugh! You were handy, and Dean, you, don't get used to it!

Garlock cheeked up the meat from Mirage, laughing and saying that to me.

"... I wanted to have a concubine, but thanks to you, I'll keep it."

Belzevute seems to have a grudge.

"The meat from Mirage is soft and easy to stain. The young hare, Mirage, is said to be unbearable to cook all round."

I gave that back to Garlock, laughing bitterly at Belzevue's words.

"It's more major to make it stew, isn't it? Not enough ingredients right now, but it's delicious when you turn it into a steak and hang it with a sauce of sour red eggplant (maytoo)."

"Ho ho, when this thing is over safely, I'd love for you to make it"

"Ha... it's not that big of a deal"

I scratched my cheek to delude myself.

Well praised by Mani, but straight praised by Garlock, it lit up a bit.

"Dean! And the concubine! Because I was naturally a concubine!

Belzevute insists so desperately.

As me and Garlock were talking, Mani gently poked me in the elbow.

"... maybe you shouldn't be too close to them. You're too kind. If the flag gets any worse, it might even come when you have to cut them off but run away. I'll never let you die in vain because you resent me."

Mani whispered to me like that.

... I know.

Sergeant Marty Magic, whom Garlock is dealing with, is too powerful.

We just have to move around with our opponents' alarm and somehow serve our purpose.

Assuming Marty throws everything and goes out to crush it, this journey will crumble at that point.

But even then, if we're alone, there's a chance we'll get away with it.

Naturally, it won't make any difference that I'm being chased.

But for Marty, it's like he served his purpose at the time of his sin on me and Edda.

Priorities are completely different from those of Garoc and Celia, whose status would be at stake if they did not capture them.

If anything goes wrong, as a last resort, we just have to get away from Garlock and Celia.

If I looked up, I could see Garlock and Celia.

"It's okay, young lady.... I couldn't protect Lagor. But I will definitely send your daughter safely to make that Marty pay for his sins. Lagore's last favor."

Garlock was encouraging her by stroking Celia's back with the meat of the unicorn "Mirage" in one hand.

"... Dean"

From Mani, I can call again to make haste.

I nodded vaguely.