The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

Badin lost his own life and his situation with the Demon King's Army leaned at once.

Lilia was so rambunctious that she might be the Demon King, and Porch and Red Emperor Bull were so rambunctious.

Giorno looked cool as usual, but he looked like he was fighting with ease.

Some monsters escaped and others came to challenge us to get sucked in.

It is still a gathering of monsters even though it is the Demon King's Army. It would be brittle if it weren't for the demon (Badin) who is the head.

Of course, there's no such thing as a monster to be alert to.

Hahahahaha, that's awesome Lilia. Isn't that the head of the orgasm?

Take that... oh yeah? Is that how you're gonna do it? Oh, crushing the mothers of Rank SS? Still chopping and carving? Yeah. You think we're gonna do this? You're gonna shrug it up, aren't you?

Of such a party. No, mainly looking at Lilia's rampage as a flicker, I went around to play and focused on helping everyone.

".................. Phew"

My breath leaked like that because the battle had healed coarsely.

Already me and Pochi are sitting next to each other, staring at the combination of Lilia and the Red Emperor cow that is still rambling.

"Aren't those two close?

"I knew you'd think so? It feels like it's compatible."

"Oh, you crossed"

What is it, a demon or something?

"What kind of ghost rides a rampage cow?"

"It's good! I just want to say, they're both like facts, so you can't say anything."

"How'd it go? This fight?

I asked Pooch what I cared about.

"Hmm...... I was nervous at first, but you were selflessly obsessed along the way. Something like this... I felt energetic."

"What are you talking about?

"What is it? Maybe I didn't handle the power of the Heavenly Beast well."

Porch said as he stared at his two meatballs.

"You think that's how much I could have done in this fight?

"I didn't realize when I was fighting Red Emperor Bull when I was using the Cup, but this time, we were fighting next to Red Emperor Bull, and I felt we could learn a lot"

"Shiro said on the journey," Out-of-Level Strength. "

"That's close. It's safer to dive into the enemy's nostrils than to run away, resize the hugeness, increase or shorten the time to throw up the braces - which means I haven't learned enough yet, either."

I couldn't say anything to a serious poach any time soon.

He's been my user demon for eight hundred years, and he may have been overwhelmed by Porch's temper to study any more.

Seeing my power as a jihadist changed something in the pouch?

Or did Porch himself feel something else?

"By the way, Master?

"What is it, Mr. Ciro?

"Are you glad you didn't defeat that demon? I didn't think you'd hurt yourself..."

Everyone else must have noticed that Porch had noticed.

At the end of Badin.

"Hmm... I knew he was the devil, and I knew he was definitely the enemy of man... but when you were fighting him, you had fun for some reason, didn't you?

"Because I could fight enough as a jihadist?

Porch tilting his neck with Kyoton.

"No, fighting him... right. Maybe that's because he enjoyed himself."

"... that face looks like something else?

Porch stepping in first. Boulder, you're looking closely.

"Maybe because you recognized me as soon as possible..."

"Ah, that's why the master leaned against the devil's side, isn't it?

"You would crush it and say too much. Well, in general, that's the place."

"You must have been an interesting looking demon. Maybe I should have talked to you a little bit, too."

Phew Phew and a snorting pouch.

... Oh? Giorno's back.

Ooh, you're so clear with a neat face.

All right, all right. It's really cool to be brave.

I wanted to be braver than a magician, too.

"Good luck"

"Yes!

"Good day. No, you're tired of boulders, this one...!

After stretching (,), Giorno pounded his neck.

I take the Potivitan Dead out of my nose and hand it to Giorno.

"What, this?

"It's Silo's saliva."

"……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… You want me to drink this?

"Try drinking because you think you've been fooled, coveted."

"You're fooling me. Drink it, my covet."

Aren't you willing to fool me, too?

I was sitting on my knees and watching Giorno open the lid of a terrible bottle.

He hikes his nose and swallows it as if he were going to incorporate air into the wine.

Oh, have you finally noticed?

"What, isn't it delicious?

"Right! My saliva!

You, aren't you ashamed?

No, I was happy with the stomach acid rating. I wonder what it's like to be coveted.

"Mm-hmm?... hey, can Mr. Pauer do this too..."

"I was down the road."

"Shiro, are you coveting me?

Whoa, shit.

Well, you don't have to hide anything, but you don't want to advertise it big time either.

"... I won't say anything else if that's the case."

Wow. Ancient jihadists read the air too.

Of modern jihadists--

"Awesome -! It's delicious, my amber!

- The demon uses air through itself, right?

Why does he have my Potivitan Dead?

... Now you stole a few during the creation, Koz.

Usually you steal my husband's things?

................................................................................. by the way, where did you get it out of? The bottle.

"Nevertheless, once the problem is cleared up so far, I'm afraid the problem that comes later is going to get bigger, hahahahaha"

Problem...... clean up all at once?

"What do you mean, Mr. Giorno?

Porch seemed concerned, too, and he quickly spoke for my feelings.

"Where do you think the Apostle of Despair, the Immediate Demon, has been?

Aren't you at the Demon King's?

"When Lilia, a man of heart, arrived in the Holy City of Regalia, no, when he approached me - that demon disappeared."

"Huh?............ from where?

"Of course, from the Holy City of Regalia."

Me and Porch twist their heads in the same direction.

What is it, Giorno's guy? What the hell are you talking about?

"I think Mr. Pauer would know, huh? 'Cause they would have swung it around, wouldn't they?

After twisting, me and Porch fall to the ground.

"... are you having fun?

Such an unfortunate eye I found.

"No, I don't know what you're talking about, really."

"Explain it more plainly!

I think Porch's appeal is even more so.

Giorno scratched his head like a pain in the ass and sighed.

"Who tried to kidnap the Fulbride family's son?

"Chicchiata"

"What about your employer?

"The Douglas family"

"Who tried to kidnap the Adams' son?

"Anonymous"

"What about your employer?

"The Douglas family"

"My daughter, who was attached as a disciple of the northern witch Chicchiata, what was her name?

"Myan Douglas"

"Do you have any idea why noble daughters were helping away from their parents to events that would have made them guilty of civil unrest?

"Well............... to help my parents?

"No, I was being manipulated."

………………………………………… what?

"One, I mean, Myanmar has been manipulated by the Douglas family owner, Baez Douglas?

"You wouldn't know he was being manipulated, either. Chicchiata can do anything with the money."

No, I have trouble getting winked here......

"Now, Mr. Pauer. Here's the problem. If Baez Douglas had already disappeared from the world, where the hell was Baez Douglas manipulating Myanmar, hey"

………………

"Tip one. With a black belly... maybe a black body too."

A belly black, not a bright boy -...

".................. Huh!

"Tip number two. The original body was huge, but it was mutated into a human figure -"

"No way..................!

No, no, you can't. Ugh!

"Tip number three. It was mutated, but the heartfelt Lilia approached the Holy City of Regalia, so she had no choice but to leave the scene -"

"You're lying...... Huh!

No, but if so, it explains everything......!

"Big Hint! Until just now Koko, here with Mr. Paua........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Badin... Baez Douglas!