The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

- June 1 (,), 96 of the War Demon Calendar -

This is the PLA (Resistance) Azit in the Warring Demon Country.

"Dear Eileen, how are you?

Irene's ear, holding her head on the desk in the office, receives a worrying voice.

Eileen turns to the voice as she looks difficult.

"Trace......"

A trace into the Liberation Army (Resistance) stood there near Eileen.

"I thought your job was difficult to navigate, and you don't seem to be."

Said Trace when he saw a pile of documents processed on his desk.

"What the hell is wrong with you?

"............... that grandfather. Tomorrow, they're taking Lina and Ornell on an SS-ranked monster crusade."

"That's a dangerous mission, isn't it? But doesn't Master Gaston need to be so worried?

"I wouldn't worry if it was just a monster crusade..."

To Irene's profound words, Trace raised his glasses with his fingers.

"... Then Master Ishtal is also involved. So you're saying?

Eileen continues her words as if to affirm the question.

"It stinks a lot. Ishtal has so far given Gaston such a dangerous assignment because he hates it. But this time it's a position of deduction. And if the opponent is SS ranked, he'll have to take an elite unit."

Trace, who had listened to Eileen's explanation in silence, ran nervous on her face as if she understood what it meant.

"... is that what happened? So the problem is that Ishtal approved it, right?

"Exactly. It means the elite units are being targeted. That's a monster crusade with a good chance, isn't it?

"Are you going to do something in anticipation of Master Gaston's absence...? No -"

It's possible to assassinate the Gastons on land far from the capital.

This Eileen conclusion caused a cold sweat on the back of the trace.

And the two lean down. To take that crackdown.

"This place is too far from the king's capital. The march with reinforcements will take at least a week."

"Well, it doesn't make much difference if you use the eye-catching space transfer magic team."

"So after the departure of the Wang Du Guardian Magic Regiment, why don't you ask Master Gaston to activate the Space Transfer Magic Regiment somewhere and go there?

"I'm sure he refused, your grandfather... You're not kidding me, are you?

Irene exposed her anger, but there was no reason she hadn't noticed its intentions, including tracing.

"This is a Gaston-like refusal, considering our position."

"That's why I'm telling you we'll do it right!

Eileen tapping her desk and scattering a bunch of paperwork.

Trace fell to the floor. He kept his mouth shut as he carefully picked them up.

(Even if you understand the sincerity of that word, it's rare to try to move it in the outer sense. Really, Master Irene is an adorable person)

Trace, who picked up the paperwork and put it back at his desk, presents another measure once again.

"Does anyone know someone in the neighborhood who could cover for you?

"No, you can't. It looks like both silver and silver are sealed in Ishtal's movements. Apparently, they didn't even give us that information."

"How about Master Tooth?

"………………"

Rather than Trace's words...... Trace couldn't say anything to Eileen, who showed anger while showing her teeth against the word "tooth".

(Sounds pretty sure you couldn't even get in touch with me...)

Trace exhaled a small sigh to fit Irene, who sighed heavily, but was not enlightened by Irene.

"... Yes, I did. Now, I'm going to hit you with my hand."

"Can you handle it?

Eileen, who leopardized her face as she walked out of her desk, peeking at her face with a smile all shiny.

A trace that slightly blushes into Eileen's face, who has come so close, raises her glasses again as if to shake off that heat.

"I'll take care of it. Okamoto 8… Let's try my unique method"

That's what I said, Trace, he seemed happy somewhere.

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Wilderness in the Far East.

One big man stands not to be slight in a blowing sandstorm.

The big man draws a map of the universe. It's magic gathered at his fingertips, and its speed never goes unnoticed.

"Ho, House"

It is a giant pig who emerges with light from within the magic formation.

Invincible mood killer feared from numerous adventurers.

King Happy Killer.

"Long time. It's been years since I've seen your face, Tooth"

"I didn't want to see your dirty side, but I could use it."

"I'm bound by a contract. There is nothing against it. Well, what kind of trouble?

When you call yourself in, the emergency is not stopped by Tooth's stop. That's what Bull understood.

And when I heard that question, Tooth pointed up.

In the black eye is a bird of deep purple (kokimurasaki).

"Long time no see, my friend"

Greetings to old friends, spoken of by purple dead birds looking down from the rocky tips of the wilderness.

"What... is that you"

Greeting as you look up.

And Bull sees the Lord again.

"What do you want me to do with him?

"Don't just get ready, 'cause you don't know what kind of stupidity that bastard (,,,) tells you."

"That son of a bitch... what if it's about that apprentice Tooth used to hook up with?

To Bull's point, Tooth is awesome, and it puts on a very unpleasant face.

"If there was someone else like that besides Azley, you'd be running away to the opposite end of the world."

"... Not at all, I have a really bad attitude towards the person who was simmered water once. What I don't remember is its character... well"

"Oh? Did I say something?

"Nothing. But if you're moving with a purple dead bird, that means you're pretty far from here. If you have a contract, you can't go that far."

Taking the bull question, Tooth looks troublesome and sees the purple dead bird again.

Apparently they're trying to make the purple dead bird explain.

"Don't worry. Not so far away."

It was a brief description of the purple dead bird, but Bull turns further questions to Tooth.

"Ho? But why me? You think we can't solve this in this day and age with purple dead birds?

"I'm in trouble because I'm a survivor from a previous era. You and the Purple Dead Bird......... well enough."

"Previous Era...... Huh! I see. You mean go see the rest of the three days... That's bone (,)."

Bull so understood by meditating on his eyes.

Tooth scratched his head and made a ton of dandruff from Bomberhead.

"Ready? All you have to do is smell the demon king's resurrection. Don't go any deeper. I don't know anything about the Grey Tiger in particular, but I've always wondered. 'Cause' broken hearts' was squealing in the end. Shit, seriously, I don't know what to translate."

Bull nodded small after pulling one step to dodge from the dandruff.

"I did accept that life."

A bull looked up at the purple dead bird, and the purple dead bird jumped on the back of the bull.

"Don't get your nails up."

"You're on the right path."

"Same as always"

"He's a pain in the ass."

As Tooth began to take a nap, the two turned their bodies north.

"Who's to start with?

Ask the purple dead bird while the bull runs.

"He's a shitty old man in a shell."

"Is that Master Don Turtle? Is he alive?

"If he's dead, you can brace him after he's served with flowers and burn him out with every flower and armor."

"I see, that's a good idea. I want to go out with you."

"But..."

- You're right.

Purple Dead Birds and Bull's voices align.

"" You're a shitty grandpa because you're alive ""

Thus began the journey around the Heavenly Beast of the Purple Dead Bird and Tooth's Usage Demon Bull.