The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

"Wait..."

"Wait......"

Two of them, cover their faces.

Neither do I, but Porch seems to be sorting things out with Porch.

"What's the color of Tooth's hair over there...?

"Sure...... it's black. It's exploding."

"What's the color of Tooth's eyes over there...?

"Sure...... it's black. It's more distorted though."

"What's that Tooth cliche over there?

"It stinks."

"Ha, how was your physique? I'm sure you'll have to go in if you're not in the devil's room for the use of big monsters, he."

"Oh, that's right! I knew you were different!

That being said, the look on Porch's face hid the certainty of the name rush.

Because it was such a pouch, the pouch was wounded during the Fourth World War.

It's about a ravage wound.

The opponent only came up in the fourth battle and was the wimphydra of a dragon monster with levels close to one hundred and fifty, but didn't think his superficial pouch would hurt him.

Hydra, the top monster, would know, but she was in a lot of a hurry to trick the demon into using the bottom monster.

But here Porch is set to compete in the main battle.

"Achichi, master, please"

"Ho, highcure"

"Adjustment!"

"Why not! Even a highcure is too much! Ning's magical cure, which I officially ignored, was enough! I thought Porch would be greedy, so I made him a highcure in advance!

"Not enough! Hey, Master? Shall we adjust?"

It is rare for a pouch to do this.

I'm working on it, but this dog is nervous right now.

They are desperately trying to hide the tension and gain peace of mind.

The fourth battle was gradually bringing the audience together. Maybe the seemingly futile appeal in the first war was one of the ways to crack it down.

There's not an early opportunity for many people to see it. I guess that's why Porch's sweet (,,) gets out so blatantly too.

"Ho ho, highcure adjust"

"Ooh! Thank you -! And it's faster, isn't it?

"Hmm? Could it be a cosmic diagram?

"It is. Even the extraordinary magic of recovery is' ho ho ', right?

"Mm-hmm. Well, I've got quite a feeling about it. He's a jihadist. It's like I can afford it myself."

"You can't afford something like that, can you?"

With that said, Porch put a meatball on my nose.

"Oh, yeah, that's right. Maybe you should have said the rush disappeared a little."

"I knew it. By the way! Why are you sniffing!

"Because some user demon is holding my nose right now, huh?

"Ha! Yes, I did. I did! Chappie's waiting upstairs. Let's get you back in there!

Mmm, can you fight a poacher decently in this state?

What? Tomorrow's the big stage with the semifinals and the finals, right? Maybe it's not the right stage for Porch.

No, but it's a magic cup, including those places. I'll have to give you my full support, too.

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"Hey, I've been waiting for you, Paul, Silo."

"Well, here I am!

"Master! Welcome home!

"Lord Paul, you look fine. Above all."

When I opened the inn door, there were members lined up there who hadn't felt at all in a long time to see each other.

"Master Jun! And Master Bright, even Master Ferris? Oh, and Polco!

"Gu......!?

"Ha ha, it's a joke, Master Polco"

"And, Master... I was wondering if there was a good word and a bad word to joke about"

"Ha, ha, that's okay, Bright, Paul, I gave you my permission..."

Do you want to do this because it seems rather painful? Jun is laughing too.

Miss Ferris is apparently convinced.

Unusual but............... probably only told Miss Ferris by Polko.

"You're early for the day before."

"Hehe, Bright put me up to this. I told Lord Polko I couldn't."

"Ha ha, that's something similar for our Ferris. The way Ferris whines' Not Yet or Not Yet ', which usually doesn't even show interest in using the Cup, was something interesting inside, huh?

"" Hey - ""

"- Sister up!

"- Dad!"

Oh, do you really call Miss Ferris a dad about Polco?

I see, you're fresh. Isn't there something cute about it? Even though it's usually like a rampage cow.

"Hehe, Angry Bright is cute too"

"Ha ha ha"

"You all look fine and above all -!

Apparently, to an unexpected surprise, Porch is in a good mood.

"Mr. Shiro, how was your day?

"Huh! We made it to the semifinals!

"Ho, are you among the top four players? The boulder is you. If I had a demon, I'd like to join you."

"Heh, I thought you were somewhere, but Mr. Polko doesn't have a demon to use."

It's a little grey topic, but were you okay?

I think Porch's personality would be fine......

"It's also troublesome that you're too tall, Shiro. It's also my job to hide myself from the invisible enemy."

To the polco that sends the wink, Porch is roaring yeah.

"I don't know!

I knew the reaction would return.

Well, didn't you have a demon to use because of your identity?

I was wondering if the former user demon had died, but that would have been okay.

As far as Jun's and Miss Ferris's reactions go, there seems to be nothing to lie about or hide, and were you worried too much?

"Well, that's going to get better if we clean up this one, too, right?

"So, Dad, you're saying I can have a demon too?

"Sister, it's me!

He's like a child who gives away what he wants. Is it really a child?

Miss Ferris, anyway, you're not half uncomfortable because Bright Boy doesn't already feel like a child.

Jun is in trouble. Jun doesn't have a good impression of being a demon in the first place.

Even when you were working at the Fulbride family, you refused to let Porch into the house.

Now is the time to talk naturally with Porch, but maybe that's because it's time to be with Bright Boy.

Porco is totally his father's face. Miss Ferris seems to forgive me for saying "I want to have a demon king" or something. I want you to get used to it.

"Ha ha ha, what the hell kind of usage demon does Ferris want?

Oh, that certainly bothers me.

Then Miss Ferris pointed to Porch.

"Wow, it's me!? Wow, I have a master named Master, so I can't be a master!

Why are you hiding your chest? He is.

"I'm not greedy enough to take a man's demon from a boulder."

Greed, isn't it? Oh, no?

I followed Ferris' fingertips firmly. Then I found myself pointing slightly higher than the pouch hiding my chest.

Yes, that's been the last two days in the audience saying, "Mother! Mother!" My child shouted for support. It was against Chappie.

"Mm, am I going to be Ferris' user demon?

"It's pretty strong nearby, and it's not a good value for an emergency meal."

I want you to think about how Chappie feels about being chosen by the demon for his value for money.

"Huh, was I a great purple dead bird!

Don't you understand the meaning of salvation?

"Please wait, Mr. Ferris."

The voice that broke in was the ancestor of the Black Emperor. It belonged to the Bright boy.

"Can you give me the chance to use Chappie as a demon?

Unexpected or unexpected.

I didn't expect the Bright Boy to get out this far before against Miss Ferris.

Does that mean you're feeling so strong? Chappie, that's very popular. Dad, you're gonna cry, aren't you?

"Bright, if it's for you... I just want to say, I can't give this all away"

Tighten your chest, Miss Ferris.

"Do something there..."

True, Bright boy who is trying to eat down.

I would have liked to have seen some more chappies moving cuckoo every time one of them said something, but once I saw that I couldn't get it cleaned up, Porko took control of the hand slapping field a lot.

"Both of us...... it's how you feel, Chappie, that matters more than how you both feel. Now you're still young, Chappie, just like the two of you. What about growing up with each other and starting from where we grow up with each other?

"... Yes, Dad"

"Ok, Master Polco......"

That's a boulder.

It is also said to be the right arm of the Holy Emperor.

Jun? Jun is staring at Chappie with great eyes right now. It's like Chappie robbed my brother in the eye.

That's enough eye power for that chappie to turn away. Pathetically......

"By the way?"

"Yes?"

"What are they all like black glasses?

It's part of the mask of justice.

He then spoke of the activity of Pochi, albeit briefly, including Jun, who had settled down. Porch himself.

When I made the right separation between the martial arts traditions of Porch, which was going to be long, Porko, who picked up my eye contact, told me to distract him.

"Well, Paul, I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow."

"" Yes!

That night.

"Ugh... I'm anxious... I'm anxious - uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Waffle."

He seems anxious and full of stomach.

Are you sure you'll be all right?