That Person. Later on…

I'm starting to worry about things that I've never cared about before. For example, it is my hairline. Until now, the hair has not been properly and carefully combed. At best, I was completely indifferent to my appearance and so on when I finished combing with my hands, but because of that, Kagane hotly valved me that I couldn't take advantage of the mundane, and now I comb properly every day. Besides, I have never really cared about what I eat, and I thought that if I ate it and put it in my stomach, it would all be with me, but when I saw that my husband was eating the rice made by Tata, which looked deliciously delicious, I wanted to make him look like this myself. Now I admire Tata for teaching me how to cook. I struggle every day that I've had so much enthusiasm outside of battle.

I want praise from my husband, who will be my own companion, and I want him to be considered beautiful.

When I understood that thought was now my driving force, I thought I had changed because I had a man I liked...

I make a sandwich for lunch with Tata and when Tata goes to give her lunch to everyone I eat a bite of my own sandwich when I sit in the chair. Tata's sandwich is massive because she made it for everyone's lunch, but the way she cooked was really as streamlined and wonderful as a master on one path. He said that everything was brilliantly aligned as if it were all unified, and that the utensils inside were delicious with some hidden flavor that I don't know yet. In exchange, the shape of my sandwich is too powerful and distorted when cutting bread, and the utensils inside are popping up everywhere. If you eat it, the flavor itself is delicious because it was prepared by Tata, but I feel that its deliciousness is being compromised by its appearance...... haha...... if you don't refine it yet......

After eating an impossible sandwich, my husband came in with the sound of a knock.

"You were here, I went looking for a room."

My heart jumps to the appearance of my husband. Will the hairs be neat... I care about my familiarity while I gently hide the unworkable sandwiches I make from my husband's lord.

"What's the matter, my husband? What can I do for you?

"Oh, I'm building everyone's armor right now, and I'm asking around for the size of my body to fit everyone properly. So if you can also size Mao, I'd like you to let me know...... okay?

"Will you build mine, too?

"Huh? Oh, sure. Talking about being my wife... well, I don't hate Mao himself as a pending yet. That honest personality is preferable, and the hairs are getting cleaner these days, right? I'd be so happy if you were fixing it for me. My feelings for Mao will be mine, but I hope you wait till they harden up a little more... because I'm also looking at Mao properly..."

My heart bounces further into the words of my husband, who says so with a bright red face. He was watching me too. I came to my husband half forcefully, and he had only fought so far, so I didn't know what to do to be liked, but he looked at me like that... I just know that, and I feel like the warm things that used to be in me had more heat. It's good to be doing wool and cooking...... let's keep working harder.

"Ugh, um... the... oh, thank you..."

My face also developed fever and I found myself turning bright red. Ugh... I'm driven by the urge to jump out now and scream wah.

"Oh yeah!! You wanted to know the size of my body... if you don't mind... could the husband please measure it? Well... I've never been so careless about that... I don't know my size..."

"No, when they say that... uh-huh... okay? Well... don't you like what I measure?

"I don't think so. I'd rather ask you."

Please be a little courageous, my face turned bright red while my equally bright red face husband, my husband, measured the size of my body. Oh, my husband!! Because my ears are particularly sensitive...... its gentle...... uhh......

A few days later, my husband gave me a weapon to match my movements. Superalloy (Orihalcon) twin swords adjusted to exactly the same length as the twin swords I originally used as my primary weapon, according to the story of my husband, if you have a longer body, you are subjected to physical ascent correction with "Inherent Magic: God," and the shorter one is subjected to the magic of earthly attributes, which allows for easy earthwork. And the armor was given light armor to such an extent that it would not inhibit my movement only on the arms and feet, the upper and lower back parts of my body. He also said that holes for the tail were drilled properly and that the material was also made of superalloy genus. I'll just be stronger myself after that. Looking at the armor I was given, I tightened myself up even more.

Going to the open plain next to the castle, he equips himself with weapons and tames himself to his movements. Don't let the power of the weapon wield you. It is only by using it that we will demonstrate its true value…

"Ha... ha..."

As he works out unconsciously and exhales scratching his ball-like sweat, he is blinded by the sight of a distant sight. There, the husband and the dragon king Ragnir were fighting. There is something that springs up in my mind watching a mythical battle.

I want to get to that one day too...

"... one day I too..."

"If you want so much strength, why don't you fight my seniors? Daughter of the Beast Man!!

Turning to those who heard the words, there was an elderly man with a golden lion-like appearance there. A golden lion's ear with a tender tail, a martial bone face, a brilliantly forged flesh...... is that it?

"... Grandfather Upper?

"... huh? Grandfather?... tail on that ear... that face... no way Maorine?

My grandfather, the Upper Highness, points to me and opens his mouth gently.

"Wow!! What the fuck!! I can't believe you came here because you said the Horned Beast Man came this far and that's my adorable dear granddaughter!! You can't die together with this!!

My grandfather was treading on the estate as the Upper Highness scratched his temper.

Grandfather Superior...... if you always repeated your journey to train yourself and bragged about what you defeated if you returned occasionally, you defeated Arre, and you didn't think you'd be back here for a while...... I didn't know you were near the top of the central mountain...

"Ha... give up death already... by the way, it's been a long time, Maureen. You were so cute and you got so pretty at some point... Grandpa would love that. Aren't you in trouble for the money? Need a penny? Hmm?"

I worry too much. I'm already a fine adult, too. Um... I haven't had any experience yet...

"It's okay around there. Grandfather, my lord. How could you be in a place like this?

"Um, I'm starting to live here while I'm searching for someone stronger to increase my strength. Wonders and horses are now in the right hands!! Necromancer to High Elf!! What do you say, awesome? Gahhhhh!!"

... Uh-huh... because after I met my husbands lords... I wonder how awesome it would be if High Elf told me I was a Necromancer before I met him... after I felt the strength of my husbands lords on my skin... hey... hmm? Ah!!

"Grandfather, if you put it that way, you said you wanted to have a death match earlier, but if you don't mind, why don't you fight my husband, my lord?

When I asked him that, my grandfather's superior turned his hair upside down and revealed his anger.

"Husband!! Husband!! He said he would marry my lovely granddaughter!! You Days bastard, you gave your own daughter to which horsebone!! Nice work!! WHERE!! My whole life fights to figure it out!!

"Oh, my husband, Lord Dragon King Ragneal, is there fighting him."

As my grandfather's superior moved his gaze with his bloody eyes toward the one I pointed at, the killing temper that was wrapped around him blew away in an instant.

"Grandfather's Highness?

"Maureen... are you sure he's my husband?

"Ah. Even so, it's still in the future... but my father has agreed to this."

"... yeah, well... then Grandpa has no complaints wow..."

"Really? Why don't I ask you if you'll die for me?

"... Grandpa's gonna die, isn't he?

"Hmm? Did my grandfather, my lord, know about my husband?

According to the story of my grandfather, the superior, who talks embarrassingly, when I first came to this mountain, even the S-ranked demons were on track to not be their own opponents, but the silent boy I met at that time had no hands, no legs, and was bogged down. The silent boy seems to be my husband. Later he met High Elf and Necromancer, and they were getting along while he was healing his bummed wounds.

Afterwards, I asked my grandfather, His Highness, to work me out.

I want to be stronger... I need to cook hard... and be familiar...