The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

- 4: 30 am on June 20th, 120 Holy Calendar -

The night has dawned... but the day has changed.

As Porch's diaphragm went up and down like a nose lantern, I had sharpened my spirit and covered the grounds of the Full Pride family with magic.

I have a stretching fee. Porch said that yesterday, but it doesn't make sense to die before it stretches.

If I tell you the truth, I regret what happened yesterday a little. Porch scratches............ they really annoy Porch who fights with all those scratches.

Of course, it's a different kind of annoyance than his usual annoyance.

I don't know how long we'll be in this day and age, but this time is only dangerous.

Guys you meet. Guys you meet. All strong people and monsters.

Porch, the beast, has its limits, after all.

I take a zodiac diagram of the storeroom while I sit in a horseradish.

One parchment removed from inside.

Here's what it says in my dirty, habitual letters.

Race-Modifying Magic of Using Demons

Write it down because I think one day I might use it for a pouch.

This sorcery is simple and the procedure is not that difficult.

I can make dogs into cats, cats into monkeys, monkeys into monsters. Such magic.

If you look at this piece of paper, I can remember, "Speaking of which, you've thought about that kind of magic."

By race alteration, it's not that big of a deal.

The appearance does not change.

All you have to do is rewrite the inside information, as in the status you saw with the appraisal glasses.

It just needs a lot of magic when activated, and there won't be any hassle.

My biggest concern is Porch's mind.

The reality is to bid farewell to a species called Dog Wolf and become a monster, not a beast.

Can Porch accept this... that's the problem.

Me in the future.

Think carefully and tell Porch.

I hope I don't use this if I wish.

Pursuit: Have you been a wise man yet?

I'm just walking down the road to the Great Sage right now, me from the past.

I have a real problem and hesitation to talk to Porch.

But if you're thinking about possibilities, it's important we talk about them.

If Porch is in the worst of circumstances, it's because I'm the one who regrets it.

In a way, this is also my self-satisfaction. Even I am.

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"Uh-huh... Master, I've got a deep claw ~... I need a highcure adjust..."

Cure's enough for you.

I wake up with a fancy magic waste in my sleep, pulling the devil's tail, and I knock on the door directly to the Bright Boy's room in the room.

"Go ahead" with the sleeping mix you heard through the door.

When I opened the door quietly, there was a Bright boy with his feet grated at the edge of the bed as he rubbed his eyes.

"Master Bright, we're leaving soon. Get ready early."

"... ok"

This kind of place is solid, but there are still childish parts.

It was originally Alfred's or Gietta's job, but today it was decided within yesterday when I woke it up.

Even though I'm about to leave, I have breakfast time.

Brunea departure time is 6: 00 am. We just have to get to the North Gate by then.

"Master, it's tough! The soap doesn't work on my eyes!

"High Cure Adjustment"

"Something different -!?

He's been fine since the early morning.

Well, shall I wash my face, too? Though I'm drinking Potivitan Dead, I need a refresher mood.

Jun, Bright boy and Miss Ferris eat while Porch is eating in the room. And I'll take care of it.

While I was eating, Bright Boy was last prepared in his room with Jun. Porch is on guard in my room next door, of course.

Jun came to the room as he finished his meal and put what he needed in the store room properly.

Time……………?

Alfred will be your man, and Gietta will sit next to him. The three Juns are in the carriage.

Jun told me that I too, but I didn't want Pochi to get in the carriage.

Aristocrats are hard places like this.

When we arrived at the North Gate, several carriages were already available and many people were seen who seemed to be a formidable convoy of warriors.

Hmm, is the average level around 120? Maybe this is what adventurers are like around here.

In the meantime, I obviously captured a different heterogeneous presence than around me.

Level one hundred and ninety-eight. A bearer of unlimited prowess close to the Giorno's.

What's that stand up for... a magician? But it doesn't look that way. I feel the movement of power.

A little gray hair in the blue hair.... Shigeye. My right eye wound is terrible from the center of my forehead.

Somehow it resembles Ornell's atmosphere. Perhaps that is the current head of the Adams family, Porco Adams.

A man of Ornell's ancestry and concerned about Lilia, Miss Ferris' father.

"Father!"

Miss Ferris, who came out of the carriage, approached while saying so.

"Ferris, have you been a good boy?

"Of course!

Who, that girl?

You wouldn't be able to do it if you didn't have cat skin all the time, that.

I wonder where he's hiding it.

"Hey, Lord Jun."

"Lord Polko, I'm sorry I couldn't do this."

"No, we'll have a lot of things with each other. Besides, I kept Ferris for half a month. Now it's my turn, isn't it?

"Thank you."

What, a pretty refreshing, manly person.

Well, otherwise it would be difficult to put conservatives together.

Jun told me the top conservative was this polco, but I met him and convinced him.

"Hey, Mr. Bright. Long time no see."

"Lord Polko, I'll take care of you for a while"

"My name is Gietta and I will take care of you around Master Bright. But I'm letting myself live in the Adams family. What can I do for you?"

Two people bowing their heads deeply.

Jun is telling Polko something in a small voice. You mean my turn.

"It's Shilo!

You're as fast as ever, you.

"My name is Pauer and I am responsible for the magic instruction and protection of Master Bright. We will do everything we can to help. Thank you very much."

"Mm-hmm. Lord Jun tells me. You're a good magician, aren't you? I hear Ferris was taken care of, too. Regards."

Porko stroked a pouch.

You're a boulder magician. It's a good impression not to leave the demon unscathed.

Jun and Bright boy are hugging each other and saying their final greetings. It wouldn't even be such a long goodbye, but I wouldn't have a choice because of Jun's character.

"Mr. Paul."

"What is it, Master Polco?

"From what I've seen, you seem to be the best user. Will you work with Gail, the leader of the convoy, to run the lead?

"Okay."

"That man is Gail. He knows the way, so you can leave it to him."

Sola beans?

No, it wasn't. Are you just bald?

Guy doesn't have eyebrows or eyelashes, let alone hair. He was such a man.

It's just intimidating and the expression is always rude. It just looks like a sola bean.

"Um, Mr. Gail. Porco tells me to run next door."

"Oh, you're the one who paued. Don't be annoying."

This is the only word I've ever spoken.

Apparently you're not willing to try to get close to Gail. And the escorts.

But you won't even think about it so deeply.

They move with them, we move with us, if we can support them so they don't get annoyed.

Mage is what it is, and you don't care, do you?

"Lord Paul, about Bright... thank you"

"I'll take care of it. I'll call you when I get over there."

That's what I said to reassure Jun, who seems worried.

Then Jun showed a little relief and stepped back away from the group to the Fulbride family carriage.

Apparently, they're all here.

Porch got huge and I jumped on that back.

Guy shouts loudly at everyone behind him.

"Let's go!"

The destination is Kug Village, west of Legalia.