The Labyrinth Raids of the Ultimate Tank

Without my healthy body, my body could have gone crazy.

Taste, what is it? Soggy, spicy? My tongue is tingling......

Some people will like spicy things...... but I also feel it tastes different from that.

"How about that?"

"... right. Without a healthy body, it might not have worked."

"... yes"

Disappointed, Mia dropped her shoulder.

... Yes, no, that doesn't mean Mia can't cook.

"Yes, don't be depressed, Mia. Next time, why don't you cook with Nin or Manichia?"

The demons also help the town sometimes so the names should match the faces of the clan members.

"Those two?"

Mia tilted her little neck, so I nodded.

"That's right. Those two can cook. Why don't you ask?"

"... right. You have to study the flavors that humans love."

"What about the other demons' preferences? Is it different for every demon after all?"

"Right. But now I want to be able to cook my master's favorite dish."

"... is that right?"

Mia smiles with a grin and peeks into her face.

... Oh, don't look at my face too much.

Mia's eyes loosened even happier as she lit up and cheeked.

"Thank you for taking the time for me, Master"

"... because I couldn't really get him involved. And I'm going to add more new people. I'm glad Mia took care of you, too."

"Yeah, I'll take care of it. But, Master."

Mia will look at me.

"I'm a little angry that you picked Ray and Cuy before me."

Puku swelled her cheeks, then Mia loosened her cheeks.

... That's what it is.

When I got in trouble and smiled bitterly, Mia had her tail stretched out on my body.

"Should I have scraped the skin?"

"Oh."

"Then I'll let you sharpen it with your tail."

"... please"

My tail has tightened all over my body.

When wrapped up in serpentine demons, getting help from other members is a quick way out.

With that in mind, I had my outer skin scraped back to Nin.

After I recover with my heels, I head over to the last Hugh I've left.

Hugh's room was a normal one.

That was a surprise. I thought the slime species were creating the kind of space they preferred.

What do you like about slime? I couldn't imagine the room because it was a omnivore.

Hugh was now man-shaped as a liquid.

I guess that's Hugh's basic style.

"Master, slow"

"... bad. Hugh and I always acted together, so we wanted to see how the other kids were doing."

When I told him why, Hugh first pushed my back like he was convinced.

"Sit down, sit down"

"... oh"

Sitting in a chair while Hugh pushed me, Hugh sat opposite me, too.

"Shouldn't Hugh be in combat training?"

"Yeah. Maybe the only people I want to fight are the guys"

... Well, maybe it does.

Let's just fight, there was air like that, so I was drunk by it, too.

"So, what do you do?"

"Here, I want to talk slowly"

"... right"

Sometimes, that would be nice.

I guess Hugh always takes care of me.

Let's talk casually...... so funny, Hugh tilted his neck.

"Who is the master's favorite in this labyrinth?"

... Suddenly, that's a tough question to answer.

"Not particularly the best..."

……

Hugh looks at it still. Looks like you want answers.

I don't really like to rank compared to someone.

Some people are not good at it.

Especially since each of the children of the labyrinth can do something different.

Even the kids who fought did.

Everyone had established their own style of combat, which made it difficult for them to put on A and B.

"Guys, you're an important companion."

"... hmm. Bye, bye. Do you have a look or a preference?"

……

I followed the hard part again.

Hugh is watching this one as he embarks on himself.

... appearance preferences, huh?

It's nothing like putting on superiority or inferiority.

I'm just looking at this one like Hugh roars.

... I want to be liked the most, maybe.

Is that because I made the demon?

"Nothing in particular, either."

"Chest?"

"... no, because I don't think"

I shook my head as Hugh tried to pull the fluid over my chest.

Because I don't like it.

What's everybody looking at me like? You rude kids.

Hugh put his arms together, and then he reached out to me.

"Master, give me your hand"

"... oh, fine"

Hugh puts his hand on the table.

Grasp the hand facing this way. It's sober and pleasant.

Hugh has happily shook his hand back.

"What is this?"

"... always, because the master had me with the little one. Because this is how we rarely get together."

Hugh said so with a tendency to nag.

... you sure do.

I always thought I'd be with Hugh, but I wasn't with Hugh this size.

When I shook her hand back again, Hugh shook it back with joy.

"Sometimes, this is how I want to slow down"

"... right"

Don't even think about it.

Hugh was often asked to be a means of contacting her, so the strain on her would certainly have been enormous.

"Let's take it slow today"

"Yeah."

Then for a while, I rested in Hugh's room.

There's been a lot going on here lately.

Speaking of that as a memory or listening to Hugh, it's been quite a while.