The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

I can't get my back to walk.

Slow as a turtle.

You're pretty freaked out, Irene's guy.

Well, to be so, I chose a monster that was as easy to understand as possible.

A green dragon that would live in a small forest in the southwest. What impression does this ignorant, brave, but still ignorant Eileen make?

That's not what I'm looking forward to.

"You look like you have a bad personality ~"

"I'm a little aware of this."

"I think that's the problem?

"If we have to do more than Irene's character right now, maybe we can't change Irene's feelings. So I'm just going to approach you a little bit excessively... well, if you think you're overdoing it, Porch will stop you."

To this explanation, Porch rounded his eyes.

I mean, I meant to talk to you pretty seriously, but did I even say something weird?

"Heh, heh! What the master can't do is I've been taking care of him for a long time! That's not going to change -!

What the fuck? Turn around...

Occasionally I don't understand Porch's emotions.

After all, even if we've been together for 800 years, there's something I don't know.

"Come on, we're here. Mr. Eileen!"

"I got there while I was at it!

My knees are laughing in a good way.

Even if the zombie opponent can survive with momentum, if the opponent is also a dragon clan, should this be the way to react?

Hmm, you're doing good inside... oh?

"Hih!?

Shaking the trees, heartless or the earth shaking.

It's easy to imagine that it's the weight of things that people have to do.

A green body dispersed in the greenery of a tree.

"There you are, Green Dragon."

When I whispered in my ear like that, Eileen grabbed the loaned Drinium Rod hard... standing - no. Crouched.

Hmm, totally defensive posture. It's like even meteorites come down from the sky......

But if you stop here, Eileen will feel painful later and die the worst.

A little rough therapy is needed to keep your personality alive in the right direction.

"Mr. Irene, look! The Green Dragon is on the front!

"Bye, idiot! You have a loud voice!

That being said............... we're right in front of you now, aren't we?

"Grrrrrrrrrrrr.................."

Dragon tribe unique low intimidation sound.

The trembling sole heard from the back of his throat pushed Eileen to the extreme.

"Hih! Koh, don't come! Don't come!

Behavior like having the end of a drinium rod and getting rid of it even in dogs.

But the Green Dragon is not a dog.

My demon is a dog, a bird, a heavenly beast, but the green dragon is different.

"Gaaaaaaaaaa!!

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

Irene, who showered the roar of the Green Dragon from the front... finally got on the spot.

Porch sent me eye contact at this moment.

Sure... I think this is the place to start too.

Sending the gavel to convey his intentions, Porch took immediate action and reaped the life of the Green Dragon.

"Hey! Thanks, Porch"

"No, but Mr. Eileen, are you okay, this?

"Hmm, you're losing your mind with your eyes open? Was that a little too much?

"Mm-hmm... no comment"

Rarely did Porch give a clear opinion.

Probably want to look at the results before judging.

Then I took Irene to the bed of the Adventurer's Guild Inn. With Porch on the lookout, we finally have a monster crusade for ourselves, which is our destiny today.

I left most of my money in the Pochizzery Store.

In a few hours or so, a target of 10,000 gold was saved, and when she returned to the inn, Irene woke up with the sound of opening the door of the room.

"............... where are we?

You look like you've learned a lot.

"It's the Adventurer Guild Inn. Would you like to add or subtract?

"Worst... and worst of all..."

Irene would wear the futon to the head of her nose and regret her own shame.

To cover her moist eyes, Eileen finally wears a futon to her head.

Well, that's your last instruction.

"Just keep it that way, so listen"

No response from Eileen.

Maybe. Killing crying is the best I can do.

"The adventurer's life is always alongside death. Some adventurers lose their lives even at the request of Rank F. Today, Mr. Eileen confronted a Rank B monster, the Green Dragon. Its fangs eat life, and its nails are powerful monsters that tear life apart. It's not something you can get over in a cheap way. Not to mention that taking action without consulting a party member in the presence of a party member can also be described as an action that attracts all human deaths. This time I used a slightly sloppy method. Some parts of this sermon are also saying themselves on the shelf. But I think hopes are better suited than despair to the people that Mr. Eileen will meet in the future.... because it's next door to death, above all, it's the adventurer who lives wishing for life more than anyone else. Mr. Eileen also wants you to be such a person who gives people hope and can think raw more than anyone else. You don't have to rush. All you have to do is steadily do Rank F requests and increase your Rank. If the rank went up and you felt the wall, if you thoroughly stained your body with one lower rank request, it would certainly help Mr. Eileen. And be a great person someday. Along with my lovely companions......"

While only a whimper sounded, I chose a plain word for Eileen and told her all I could.

I don't know if this word will reach Eileen.

But if Eileen feeds me on any one of the long lives she's going to have, that's fine.

"... May Flies... Idiot..."

Damn, when's the response......

"I have a room for a day. Now if you'll excuse us, don't bother the guilders."

After I said that, Porch left the room first.

Irene's voice stopped my leg when I tried to follow it, too.

"Don't wait!

The futon is not raised, but a caged voice heard from it.

"It's rare to talk about futons."

Finally, conveying a little sarcasm, Eileen rose bulky and let only her eyes peek out of the futon.

"You...... what's your name?

Oops. Wrong.

"They're bad stalkers."

This is the last irony.

When I closed the door and the pillow Irene would have thrown slammed behind the door, I went downstairs with Porch and left the guild behind.

"... ask again, was it a little too much?

"Mm-hmm. That would be fine."

Porch thought about it a little before saying so.

"I knew you were worried it wouldn't be traumatic?

"Well, if Mr. Eileen can't go outside, that's all that matters."

"I think so, trauma"

"Huh!? It's true!?

A surprising pouch rises on the side of the road.

"You know, it's important until you get over that trauma, right? Besides, it's a world I jumped into from myself. I can't seem to overcome that kind of trauma. I can't go on an adventure."

"Ho, are you sure you're okay!?

I put my index finger up and said to him before the mundane pouch.

"I felt so bad. Lina and Tifa are walking forward. Eileen couldn't have done it. And most importantly..."

- Above all?

"That's what the future tells us..."

"Ah, that's true!

Porch finally convinced me.

Shortly afterwards, a huge, long belly sounded as if it had waited from my and Porch's belly.

Me and Porch staring at my stomach as I stood.

"Well, first of all -"

"Celebrate the Demon King Crusade..."

"" Rice!!

That voice that might have sounded during Bailanaea.

It was a day when I asked for dishes that were luxurious, including rewards for my hard work.

And Porch... eventually emptied my wallet.