The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

"Gu, gu, gu, ho! I can't move!"

Tara's body, inhibited by the square junction, has not done anything, and he is desperately trying to escape, but Tara's magic cannot help this junction.

"Solve, let, let, let!?

Lina and Porch blocking her mouth, but the surprise of unleashing it on Tara seems to be greater than the surprise of unleashing magic.

Then, after a slight change in the appearance of her face, Lina held her hand toward Tara.

"Do it!"

Quite a bit of magic release.

I let it go toward Tara's kingdom. I see, do you blow the square junction pile with it?

The fear of magic approaching caused Tara to draw her face, but for a moment, the bond quickly disappeared.

"Oh, whoa! We'll do it inside, Lina! Look, come here and give me the right to hold myself!

Lina leaks a breath of relief, but instead of going to Tara, her angry face turns to Tifa.

"Here. I didn't do anything wrong. What are you doing to Tara, Tifa!

Rather than being angry, Lina, who feels unfamiliar with preaching, is cute again, but Tifa doesn't seem too angry and used to it either. I meditated my eyes and freaked out my body.

"The Demon of Use is an important partner who keeps his life with his husband."

"Yes!

Porch hitchhikes.

Now you better keep your mouth shut, you.

"If I treated you like a tool like this, Tara would be pathetic"

"I'm pathetic too!

"If this keeps happening, Tara's heart will die."

"Yes, Master!

Porch's spearhead's on me, huh?

"Of course, that's how some magicians use their power to rule demons, right? But Tifa... you can't do that..."

Lina finally returns to her usual tender eyes, but Tifa is still meditating on her eyes.

Oh, it's open.

"Wow, I'm just doing what Dr. Azley taught me."

"To?"

"Huh?"

Surprised me and Lina round their eyes, the eyes of the two useless demons just turn this way.

Oh, what!? I don't know what that means! Damn it!

"Master! What the hell are you teaching Tifa!?

"Azley! You were the bastard who planned my assassination. Ahhh!

"Oh, hey, wait!? Tifa, did I tell you that?!

"... this"

Tifa points her finger in a small voice.

This is my research journal.

"Huh, what is it, Master? This is it!?

"Well, I'm pretty sure it's just a journal I don't really want to open in this situation."

"Mr. Azley."

Even though it's magic class time, Lina calls my name hard and sues me. Open the book.

Then Porch said, Tara exhaled one thing.

"It's no longer clear!

"That's right, it's not revealing!

"Oh, here, you guys"

It has been taken................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

And two use demons who start turning forbidden research logs. Lina looks at the contents from above.

I remember something. That research journal... sure...

October 15th.

Porch is still confused today. Oh, that's weird.

Honey for breakfast. Honey for lunch. Honey for an intermittent meal. Honey for dinner. Honey for a night meal.

Smile. What a smile. Can't you see my frightened face?

"It's delicious -!" or just the first bite. Funny.

From the second sip, I thought it was the beginning of hell. He's gonna kill me, for sure.

One day... I will avenge you one day.

Oct. 18.

Porch is still confused today. Oh, that's weird.

Rarely did you want to help me with my important research, so I asked for a clean letter.

After a while I checked, the meatball stamp was pressed every three characters. Since when did this place become an office?

"What do you say? Must be artistic!?," he said as he burned the parchment of the draft. Hello.

You're making it harder to read. He's going to destroy my research, for sure.

One day............... one day I will avenge you.

October 19th at 11 o'clock.

Porch is still confused today. Oh, that's weird.

Venta black paint, dubbed the best black in the world, was scattered all over the room using alchemy.

I thought I was going to clean it afterwards, so I dived into a sea of paint and became a brilliant black dog.

It's the kind of horrible creature you'll never want to see in the middle of the night.

"It's fun -!" and important research materials are also buried in black? It's weird!

The inside of the main dungeon was stained in pitch black. He became a demon to harass me. Definitely.

One day................................. no, I will definitely avenge you.

October 19th at twenty-eight (,,) hrs.

I mean, it's 4: 00 in the middle of the night.

Porch is still confused today. Oh, that's weird.

At times of vengeance. So I'm still going to avenge Porch, the black dog. [M]

Porch's stomach swells like a rubber toy every time he breathes, and snaps.

"I'm hungry -!" Or when you wake up, you're turning into "reduced"! Funny!!

Let's just ask Porch to keep his mouth shut for a while. If you even blocked your mouth, you'd be able to avoid every day of honey pickling and the sounding of a strange voice. Yeah, definitely.

Heh heh heh... My vengeance.

October 20th.

When I woke up in the morning, my demon was roaring with mogomores. And stare at me in tears. I scratched.

What did you say? What a mess!

"What the hell, you!

"Mm-hmm!

Perhaps you want to say, "That's this line". But it doesn't reach my ear. I don't even need to understand you. Let us reflect on this in one day and let us do it again.

Sometimes these kinds of things are necessary. Definitely.

Heh heh heh... my revenge - whoa, my makeover.

……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

It was just a matter of time before Porch became a demon... seven or eight hundred years ago, I guess.

"Yes, it is."

Tifa tells me this.

Porch apparently remembered, too, and he's blocking his eyes out of embarrassment.

That must have been black history for me and Porch. Well, Porch is still in the process of black history.

Lina holding her forehead looks troubled. If they say this, maybe they don't have the words to give it back inside.

But Lina exhaled again. Looks like you got your thoughts together.

"Good Tifa? This exchange between Mr. Azley and Mr. Porch is only possible because of trust. Porch runs wild, Azley runs wild, because we can forgive each other. But what Tifa did before that? Just the act of holding back with force from above. This isn't like Mr. Azley's."

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Lina continues on to Tifa, who pushes silently.

"Neither Mr. Azley nor Mr. Porch can see the obsession from around. That's why everyone can laugh and watch the excessive interaction between the two of them. But now Tara sees it. That's why I stopped it. I get it, Tifa?

"............... I don't know"

Lina's one-eyebrow picks up.

Tifa's strength freaks Tara out. Is this... is this the first fight in a long time?

You two had an occasional fight in a magic class. Well, the schematics were similar.

"I don't know. Okay, I wish I was my way! Lina, your sister doesn't know what to do with you.

Using the tricky formula, this was also the case when Tifa was noticed by Lina.

"Hmm, yeah. Then why did you bring Mr. Azley's teachings to the table..."

This is what Lina was like trying to teach me with her stuffing.

"Shut up! Lina, you can't beat your sister anymore!

And Tifa always crossed the threshold.

"Even I still can't beat Tifa. Yikes!

If this is not the case, so was Lina, who goes into true sermon mode.

"Master, is this okay? It's starting, isn't it?

"I was going to let you fight for now........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Really? Then you can rest assured!

"Hey, what a bump of magic! Come on, we have to go!

Sure, this pressure may be tough on Tara right now.

"Tara, come on!

"Ha!?

"- Hey, House! Ballard, it's time!

".................. Phew, it's time to go"

The four-wing dragon Ballad Dragon appears in front of Tara.

I'm surprised for a moment Tifa, but apparently I can't pull back any longer.

"They're calling, Tara."

Ruthless Porch words.

You, stand in front of the ballad or whatever death sentence you're pronouncing.

"Come on, Tarragh!

They're calling, Mr. Tara.