The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

Shortness of breath Tifa. The MP (Magic Point) will run out soon.

By contrast, Lina is quietly, just quietly and calmly preventing Tifa from attacking.

This is............... you've made up your mind.

"Knock..."

I saw all kinds of attacks and thought, but I can understand what Tifa wants to do, but my actions don't follow my thoughts.

So it's easy for Lina, the other person, to read the behavior. Conversely, thought alone is in a pretty high position, so when action comes with this, it will be a terrible magician.

Lina's fights are a sign of character. Read, predict, and prepare your actions calmly. It's a boulder that can handle an ad hoc, but that would make it vulnerable to a tricky type of opponent.

First of all, this must be the challenge for the two of us.

"Hey, I'll stop you then."

Brutes lifts his hips and heads to the battlefield in a light foothold.

That's a good time for a boulder. Brutes, the other guy wouldn't be able to say it strongly, and it certainly fits around the time.

Good arbitration, too.

"Porch"

"Yes, sir. I just need you to stop attching, okay?

"Oh, please."

Ballard and... Cursed Wolf King Garm?

"Colour! Porch! You want to interrupt his battle? Well, if you say so much, I can't help it! I've saved the battle, Ballard!

Porch just stood in between.

If the information on the appraisal glasses was correct, I would have been cursed to look like that, but I guess my personality is on the ground.

Hmm, apparently Brutes' arbitration went well, too. The time is... you just went around nineteen.

Lina, who has already regained her calm, and Tifa's schematic, which is a little musty. I miss you so much.

Brutes and Porch guard the area while training with Lara. Well, with the ballads over there, I guess it's enough for a monster.

"Now that we have some idea of the strength of both of you, please write down the magic you can use for this parchment."

An unusual magic class that takes place at night. But that's okay, it was like this in Falltown.

In the meantime, I...

"Hey, Tara."

"Oh, my God, Azley, you're so familiar."

"That was bad. I'm sorry, I need you to come over here for a second."

Take the surprised Tara in a whisper and lower back a little further away.

Tara sits like a copycat. Well, you seem to be obsessed with the way you sit.

The eyes are like looking at the distance in a riddle. Tight feet aligned without disturbance. Elegance that doesn't show fangs.

I don't care where you look from... it's Chihuahuane.

"So, what can I do for you, Azley? If you wanted to stroke it, would you have done it there?

"You...... Tifa's user. How did you do that before you became a demon?

"Is that the story? Well, I don't even want to remember."

"Do something there"

"Well, promise me you'll add some scissors for dinner."

That's a cheap promise.

"Of course I don't mind."

"Fine. Before Tifa became a demon, I served under another Lord. Whether he tricked me or not, I was surprised."

"Were you who you were then?

"Yes or no. But my immense magic was not there at that time. Probably too enforceable when it came to the subordination contract."

"So, before you became the demon of your previous husband? Was there that immense magic?

"It did happen. I noticed some time after the contract. Your strength is shredded and even weakened."

What the hell kind of contract would give me that status?

Speaking of which, you said you were fooled or something.

"He said he was fooled, but what the hell kind of M.O.?

"Mm, that's the... what. No, do I have to tell you this? That's enough, huh?

Sounds like a lot of embarrassing content. Garm sounds like a pretty proud creature.

"How about two scissors?

"I can't help it if I'm going to say it that far. Come on."

That's cheap pride everywhere.

"Son of a bitch, I'm pissed off just remembering. but if they grab frosted meat in front of me one day, that's what my seniors will do. I got stuck in that gap... and I snorted at the subordination inquiry."

You would have been caught messing with the scissors.

But you've come to understand quite a bit. I see, a forceful subordination contract that took instinct and greed backwards.

That's why I lost so much power.

"So, what happened to that look?

"I guess this has become a forceful contract with Tifa"

"Tifa...?

And when I heard, Tara's mouth shut again. He said he looked here and said something.

..................... Oh, I see. That's clever inside. I don't hate it, though.

"Okay, three scissors."

"Ha ha, your lord has a good breast too."

Why would Tara praise her breasts when she praises people?

"The last time you canceled a mandatory waiting order from the previous Lord in the thirsty desert. Tifa, who showed up there, drank her pact of obedience on the condition that she would help her son."

"What exactly is a compulsory standby order?

"Well, I'm sure... find another Lord."

"…………………"

"Mm-hmm? You figured something out?

"Roughly. But it's going to be hard to figure that out."

"What the hell!?

A subordination contract is a special magic that calls on instincts. To the opponent of the candidate demon for use, he asked, "Do you admit to being my husband? magic that asks."

The act of ignoring it twice.

For the first time, my previous husband deceived me, caught in greed and contracted.

The second time, Tifa did. This is also a terrible order, but a subordination contract that ignored the previous master's last order because of his desire to survive. Find your husband must be the one you admit to doing so. The acknowledgement that I had no choice but to make it my husband with the desire to live gave rise to a curse.

Neither would have had a problem if Tara was in a vegan state, but Tara's character, bad luck and pride would have interrupted it.

"Well, you're gonna need to think about it."

"Azley! Can my seniors go back to what they were, to what they were!? What do you think?

"Calm down. You can make medicine that can temporarily be undone, but that will add more depth to the curse you're turning into that power. If you want to break the curse, you must wholeheartedly recognize Tifa as the Lord."

"I admit it! I admit it!

"You can't just talk like that"

"Why?" I can't untie you! I can't untie you!

"The battle with Ballard just now. Trust and understanding that Tifa can go under Tifa herself even if she doesn't call. Feeling like my husband. That would lead to magical liberation. But even if Tifa called you, you're not going to be able to break the curse on you right now when you say that you think Tifa is your master because of your desire to go back."

Tara ripping her teeth out and disturbing her.

It sounds harsh, but I can't move Tara's pride without saying so.

It takes a huge amount of time to build trust. Tara will have to do what Tifa does to each other.

"I'll find out more."

"………………………………………………… please"

Tara leaning down said so in a small voice.

"What's wrong, Dr. Azley?

Tifa stood behind me when I noticed.

Would it be natural if Tara made all that noise?

"Oh, right. I was just talking a little bit about Tara's magic and what she looks like."

"............... don't bother Dr. Azley too much. Okay?"

Tifa, speaking to Tara with cold eyes, was like a witch appearing in a picture book.

But maybe it's Tifa who's making this hit, but he's worried about Tara being Tifa.

"Well, that's what Azley told me."

"Fine, you got it?

"Oh, yes."

It's just... maybe we're just clumsy with each other.