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"Let go of that hand!"

Laocres comes at me and swings his sword. However, the mage's ghost used me as a shield to frighten Laocres' sword.

Hyuuu, Laocres' sword passes by us.... I could have aimed for more, but Lao Cres didn't.... I don't think I could. Because he used to regret killing a man because his sword was broken.

Still, the monsters jumped. Seeing the 40 remaining monsters, the ghost looked like a ghost... but immediately began to deal with them.

The ghost began to fight back against the monsters using magic. While grabbing Faye's head, she used magic like Luster was doing.

Even though Luster was much less powerful than she was, she was still aiming for it. Like Mr. Luster's magic, there was no magic that would fly the day after tomorrow.

The Bone Knights broke the ulna in their arms, Halpuia broke one of her wings, and the three-necked dog lay down in a strong blow to her torso. The bipedal cow shook her head and fainted.

... and Faye's summoning beast didn't come out for some reason.

I remember this feeling.

... the night in the country, in the jail. It's the same as when the painting didn't materialize there. In other words... we're being sealed off by a ghost!

Don't move

Moreover, a cold voice resounded from behind me.

Is it a voice or a wave? It's kind of strange. When I thought that this was the voice of a ghost, my neck began to be strangled again. It's weaker than before, but at the same time, your body is getting colder and colder as you're strangled.

I think that rather than being strangled by hand, you're strangled by magic. I think it is in this state because I use such magic by hand, but I can't help it when I know it.

If you don't want these people to die, drop your weapons.

... moreover, when the ghost said so, Laocres silently placed his sword on the ground. Crore also throws away the knife he had in his hand. The monsters that were awake also placed their swords and hid their claws...

That's fine.

The ghost spoke contentedly and relaxed his hand on my neck. [M] At that moment, air suddenly enters my throat and coughs. It looks like my body temperature has been taken away, and my body has been cold.

"Oh my God, don't bother me." That's the deal, Mage Samaritan. "

When Mr. Luster raised his swords, the ghost breathed out a sigh behind us.

{...... if so, you also signed a contract. Don't die. Don't lose consciousness. I'm lending you my magic power in exchange.... it seems that he was trying to do something to you right now? ”

In the words of the ghost, Luster looked at me and immediately turned her gaze back to the ghost as if she had lost interest.

"But you can't do anything without me, can you?" You don't have any body, do you? "

”... if I had a choice, I wouldn't have chosen you.”

"Even so, you chose me and contracted me." Don't you forget it? You have to protect me first. It's like you're being held hostage by your precious magic power and the body you've always wanted to sign! "

You didn't forget that I was tied up with you, did you?

The ghosts and Luster hate each other.

... but I'm pretty sure we're in a cooperative relationship. Maybe instead of the ghost lending her magic power, Luster is... uh, paying for her body. A ghost without a flesh might want Mr. Luster's flesh. "I don't know..."

"That's why I'll let you do it as I like for a while." You don't have to do this. You know, that kind of contract, right? "

In response to Mr. Luster's words, the ghost tongued abominably. "The two of them really don't seem to be close..."

"...... I mean, hey, who are you, you?"

When Faye, who had been strangled like me, heard that before, there was a sign that the ghost had laughed at my back.

Do you know what a Gringo Mage is?

Cheng Cheng. After all, this ghost is one of the Gringo Mages. So, what do you mean, this guy is lending Luster some magic power?

"What's the purpose?"

Then Laocles asked... and the ghost proudly declared.

To reclaim my flesh. And... the resurrection of the Demon King and the destruction of this world! ”

... I don't think so.

It seemed that this incident involved not only the ghosts of Luster and the Mage, but also the King of Firecrackers.

I've curtailed this world! Destroy the uninhibited world! And only the chosen will travel to the outside world..... "

The ghost speaks in a somewhat enchanted manner.

"I was reborn as a loyal underbeliever of the Demon King, and I was given this provisional initial appearance. And as a reward for my work here, I will be welcomed into another world as well!”

When I heard the voice of the ghost laughing like a madman, I felt that this person was inspired by the Tinker Bell Arson King in the same way as the Fairyland Water Girl.

So I changed my mind and joined the arson king's side, and sealed the gringal spirit. If that's what you mean, then I feel like I'm passing through.

Luster-san... I guess it was necessary in the process. They are also talking a little bit about 'the flesh'. If it's a ghost, maybe it's something you want, and maybe it's something you need...

From the first time I saw it, I didn't care.

Meanwhile, while saying that, Ms. Luster came to Laocres. When Laocles looked down at Luster in silence, he looked a little frightened, but...... he immediately waved his fist at Laocles.

From Mr. Luster's dumb move, his fist hits Lao Cres with an unconvincing force. His armor was dented again, and Laocres could be seen to distort his expression slightly. "I think maybe Luster-san is attacking with magic enhancements..."

A few more shots, the fist is pulled out. Each time, I saw a magic spell that showed mixed power and sometimes different directions...... I was in a hurry.

Everyone can't move because we're being caught like this. Then I'll have to do something about it. Otherwise, Lao Cres, Lao Cres... it's dangerous.

... if I'm going to do anything about it, I'm going to have to paint. I want to materialize something, and then turn the situation upside down.

But there are three things that are missing.

One of them was magic. Faye and I, who seemed to be sealed off from their magic powers, were in a state where they couldn't even let out their Summon Beasts. In this state, I feel that even if I paint a picture, I can't materialize it.

The second is painting. Without it, you can't even draw.

And thirdly, the canvas. Painting alone is not enough to paint.

You don't need a brush to manipulate magic paint, and you don't need to move your hands... so, magic, paint, and canvas. "With only these three, we'll manage..."

Run your gaze around you.... and found my pallet rolling at Fay's feet.

The palette resembles a watercolor palette with a bi-fold shape. But this isn't a watercolor paint, it's a magic paint palette. Magic paintings are convenient to draw quickly, so I've been carrying a palette of magic paints around a lot lately.

Even without a brush, the magic paint can be moved to some extent. My magic power turns into a paintbrush, which means that even if I'm grabbed by the neck and don't move my hand, I can draw with magic paint.

But unfortunately, the palette was still closed. At the very least, you can't paint unless the paint is out there.

So, as long as the palette opens, I can draw. We'll figure out what to draw, and we'll find a way to break the situation.

That's why...

I desperately appeal to Faye with my own eyes. [M]

Will you kick the pallet at its feet and open the lid?

The ghost seemed to be going to Luster more than me, and Faye and I weren't so powerful. So in the meantime, I'll tell Faye. The pallet at your feet, open it, open it.

Faye understood my intentions accurately, and while the ghost consciousness was going to Luster, she did well to kick the palette open with her feet.

Naturally, the ghost did not notice it, but Faye just said, "I just kicked the pallet to apply recoil", and kicked the heel toward the ghost.

Of course, the ghost's body slid through, and Faye's kicking didn't seem to work. However, Faye was determined to launch the next attack.

"After all, you're slipping through." "It's a ghost... hey, ghost." I don't know what that means, but for now, I just know that your hobbies are evil. What, "Travel to the outside world"? Aren't you out of your mind? "

When Faye uttered provocative words one after another, the mage's ghost clearly appeared to be offended.

{...... you wouldn't understand an incompetence that didn't even have a lot of magic power. The noble philosophy of the demon king. "

"Huh. You know what I mean?" Hey, you know what I mean? He's not a demon king. Tickle the arsonist. And he's been trampled by me twice! "

As soon as Faye said that...... Faye's head shook as if she had been beaten with a gun.

Don't insult the Demon King!

Something, the ghost used magic. Faye moans with her head fluttering, her nose bleeding, but she looks back at the ghost and laughs provocatively.

"That's why I'm not the Demon King."...... Or, if you don't like the Tickle King, would you like to make him a fluffy dandelion king? "

It seems that you... you want to be the first to be killed.

The Ghost narrowed his eyes in a grumpy mood... now it's time to start squeezing Faye's neck.

... but I prioritize painting over helping Faye.

Now, what I have to do is turn this situation upside down, rather than worrying about Faye. That's what I have to do.

The paint has managed. So, after that, magic and canvas.

... suddenly, something is touching my leg. I wondered...... at my feet, the gringo spirits sneaking around my tail.

Apparently, the ghost hadn't noticed the spirit. Now I have a feeling that my hands are full with Faye. I can't seem to get to my feet. It might have been decided that the lazy Spirit Lord was not a threat.

... it seems that the spirits with such a relaxed appearance are gently sharing their magic power with my legs. Sounds like an act. He's a big actor.

Now I had my magic power. At least, there was enough magic power to make something that wasn't that big material.

So... while preparing to manipulate the paint at any time, I searched for the canvas.

Yes, the only remaining problem was the canvas.

The sketchbook I was using seems to have gone behind me. [M] It is difficult to paint when you are in an invisible position.

More than drawing, I want a somewhat flat and smooth surface at the point where it enters my eyes. If it were indoors, whether it was the floor, the wall, or the ceiling, it would have been a painting canvas... but I hate it here in the woods. There is no flat, smooth surface on which to draw.

... as long as you get the canvas.

"Luster"

There, Ms. Crore spoke up. Then Luster stopped waving her fists at Laocles.

"Don't do that. Then let go of Togo and Faye."

Luster was a little puzzled to hear Crore's voice, but when Crore called out his name again, he looked at Crore much more puzzled.

"... why do I have to ask you that, Karen?"

While saying that, Mr. Luster signaled something to the ghost. Then the ghost loosens the force on Faye's neck to get a little lost. Faye inhaled her breath while she was still breathing.

"I see... you said earlier about the deal." If you like that kind of thing, why don't I give you a ride, too? "

Ms. Crore looked at us slightly, smiling like a forest, her lips in an arc, and at Ms. Luster again.

"Now, why don't you say it?" What do you want from me? "

Mr. Crore is watching Mr. Luster.

Those eyes... glimpsed, glowing and aiming at the prey... the eyes of Crore, who uses magic.

"... haha. Who gets caught?" It's your usual way of attracting magic. "

Luster said that, but that look that was distracting from Crore was desperate.

"Maybe, but look at me?"... there you go. "

Then Crore...... started putting his hands on the buttons of his jacket!

With that, Luster's eyes twitched.... but...

Hey, what are you doing?

When the ghost's voice came, Luster turned away from Crore again, as if she were stunned.

Hey, Luster?

However, Crore's voice tempted Luster to sweetness.

Remove the sleeves from the jacket and slide them down to the ground. That's why the sound of clothes rubbing against ears melts into the forest air, almost silent.

Crore wore a classy one-piece dress under her jacket. Clore's long, white fingers stretch out on a buttoned shirt-like one-piece dress.

... and while each button came off, Luster was desperately resisting, sometimes angered by ghosts, and seemed to be holding on without being enchanted. But I can't seem to get away with it, and I can see you desperately trying to regain your reason.

Hey! Resist the charming magic! Are you listening!

The Ghost spoke up in a hurry, but it seemed that he could not go and help Luster.

Sure enough, if you let go of me and Faye, the approaching Lao Cres would come right in front of you... even if you escaped from Lao Cres, there would be monsters surrounding us. However, all the ghosts have to do is take me and Faye hostage, stop Ms. Crore, or kill me and Faye right now.

I don't think the Ghost can do that... but I don't think so.

Ms. Luster said. "It's a contract to stay out of my way."

... this ghost can't stand Luster's way. Besides, we must protect Luster as a matter of priority... I can only help Luster resist Crore's charm!

Ms. Crore glanced at Laocles. Laocles was attacked by Luster before, but he nodded so tightly that he didn't feel like it.

Then, looking at me, Crore smiled a little... and began to put his hands on his clothes.

Slowly, the one-piece dress falls to the ground, leaving Crore's smooth shoulders and back exposed to the sunlight.

Finally, Luster was being seduced.

... that dazzling skin. A smooth curved beauty like a marble sculpture, nailed to anyone's eyes, not just Luster. Even so, Crore's back doesn't feel as hard as a sculpture. It's supple, it's soft, it's muscular...

Uniform, white, smooth surface.

... yes.

Uniform, smooth, flat surfaces.

... oh! Here we go!

Kuroa-san! Don't move a bit!

"Huh?... hi-chan!?"

I apologize to Ms. Crore, but let me put some paint on her back!

I instantly drew a picture with a magic brush. Crore's back is watercolor paint, but it's magic paint. One way or another, the paint that has been elaborated to a texture similar to oil paint is on the canvas of Mr. Crore's back, creating the paint as I thought it would be.

What are you doing!

Now that you know what I'm trying to do, the mage's ghost is squeezing my neck.

Gyuuu, my breath is stuffy. It looks like the blood vessels are wearing off the blood and swelling up hot.

... but I still draw.

I can't draw anything complicated. I wanted to draw a sleeping Luster, but I couldn't afford to. That's why I can only draw small things that I've been drawing and practicing a few times.

Well, that's the only way. That's how I draw. Crore's back is on canvas... the shape of a dick!

And.

... Pong.

I heard a slightly stupid sound and my dick blossomed.

"... what about you?"

As Luster raised her bewildered voice,...... the flower of her dick shook in his head.

... All right!