The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

White-sided Azley dream world.

Azley fleshing toward God, who sits down in the middle of it.

"How the hell did that happen?!

"The demon kingdom of war, the black Ishtal moved faster than I thought."

Ishtal is the head of that black faction, isn't he? What the hell did he do?

God opens his mouth after a little while.

"Harsh requests to teams of adventurers from all over the country, few teams are bearable, and the team that was the main one is almost disbanded"

"What? Then what's with the silver!

"... silver, which stood around well, was also finally cornered by Ishtal and evacuated to Twed"

'... I see, then pressure from the state can be avoided. That's a unique move for an adventurer. Huh! How's Lina or Tifa doing?!?

"Ishtal's harsh tenure is being pushed under Gaston, but he lives strong. but it could also be dangerous'

'... cum!

Azley let go of the shoulder of God he was grasping and distorted his face.

"Why? Didn't the demons want a handkerchief to defeat the Demon King?

"Gaston is graduating from the University of Magic before the faction's contract extends. That charisma and its strength are only in Ishtal's way. '

'Well... adventurers just get in the way because they don't have a contract either. Even if you move to the Demon King crusade, it can be an obstacle to the operation to be grained and moved at times. What! No way!?

'Yes, Ishtal is probably trying to incorporate adventurers individually. In the chain of black and white...!

Azley clogs his words with the story of the shock that God has unleashed.

"The majority of adventurers who know nothing are warriors. Originally, warriors are low in magic resistance. You can't resist a contract for a black and white chain. They're trying to use adventurers like convenient soldiers. What we can do in this day and age is to take precautions and return to modern times. Let's just say that Azley's behavior is connected to everything when he returns to modern times. '

"Damn it!

Azley exposed his impatience as he leaned down.

God turns his back and speaks so as to avoid those spicy eyes.

'I've done all I can, too. But there is no longer but hope for you, Lord, than you have come this far. The demon kings to be resurrected, and the demons to be nested in the kingdom of the warriors...... You are the only Lord...!

When God says so in a voice as if to squeeze it out, Azley looks up again.

'What the hell can I do more...'

The look on Azley's face that is truly divine.

His expression, which is not usually on the table, even God himself (his) made his lips bite.

'Makes me feel hard. I can't even see anything before this...... If there is anything I can do to help you, please help me... But in this day and age, that doesn't come true in modern times......!

'........................'

'There is no longer one thing I can say to you. Now that your lord keeps "drilling," I can't tell you to do that. There's only one thing... when the Lord's footprints change the world... I believe'

"Footprints..."

After Azley groans so much, God looks up to the white side dream world, its heaven.

'Apparently time has come. It will not come true to meet the Lord in this day and age. Shame on you, Azley. … save the world'

"Hey, wait! There's still something I need to ask you.

"- Whoa!!

Azley wakes up at the Regiata Inn.

On the edge of its eyes is a pouch freaked out by Azley's shout.

He instantly jumps off the bed and covers his eyes with meatballs.

"Beh, I didn't peek at the master's sleeping face or anything -! Because cheeks and stuff don't taste good! I didn't take another hundred gold from my wallet. Actually, I took it. I'm sorry. No, no!

He was a poach who said everything in one breath, but there was no response from Azley.

Porch, surprised by it, took the meatballs out of his sight and peered into the Lord from there.

Shortly afterwards, Porch's eyes opened wide, and its colour turned to haste, anxiety, and worry.

"Hey, hey master!? What's wrong!? My face! My face is bright blue!? Is it porridge?!? This is porridge, right?!? You can turn red as soon as you bathe porridge from your face! Oh, I can't make porridge! Master! Make porridge and give it to Master! That sweat for now! Let's do something! Do you lick!? Shall I lick it!? I think it would taste better after bathing in porridge if I could!? Oh, I don't have porridge! But I can't make porridge. How much do we do, Master? I can't make porridge - Ugh!!

Soon Porch's eyes jumped into Azley's nostalgia, shuddering loudly.

Azley remains on his knees. Porch, however, glimpsed Azley's face with his nose tip and gave him a worrying glance.

"Ma, master...?

Forced gaze.

But maybe that was the salvation for Azley.

"Hih!?

Porch to be held tight.

"Mom, Mom, Mom, Master!? Duh, what's wrong with you!?

Thick, powerful Lord's arms. That's normal for Porch. It was everyday.

But the Lord was different today.

I felt Azley's anxiety in her body like I had never shown her before.

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

Trembling Azley body.

The warmth of the pouch that passes on.

"... did you even dream of being scared?"

Porch shrugged in Azley's ear. With a calmer voice than usual.

"Pooch... Pooch...!

"Yes, what is it?"

Now just a little bright.

"Oh Pooch...... Pooch......!

"That's right. The master named me." A dog's name would be a pound! 'That's what the master said and named me. "

"Ahhh... ahhh...!

"But you ignored my gender there. Do you remember when I was angry when I found out it was generally a male name?

"Oh... but that's when they refused to change my name..."

"Yes, my name is Porch. It's the first thing the master gave me. Don't get dumped."

The look on Azley's face that seeps through the sweat.

But there's a warm, but decadent body of useless demons.

"It tickles me..."

"I've been busy, so I'm hurting you -!

"Well... you were mad at me for that reason then"

"Oh, oh, but don't tell this to the master (,,,)"

Azley stops for a moment at the puzzle.

"... I'm here..."

"What we're here for now is a master, not a master. It's okay, the usual master will be back in there. So don't tell that master."

Such a grunt in Azley's ear, and a poached out.

Then Azley scratches his nose once. Rub all the way,

"I don't know why..."

That's how I groaned at Porch's neck.

"That's okay. There are so many masters in me."

Porch who sounds swallowed. But Azley shut up as if convinced by it.

And it's been a while.

Only at all times can sweat draw from Azley's face and complain of thirst from her wet cheeks with just a few tears.

Then, with Porch's head, Azley's hand moves gently.

Speak in a small, and gentle voice, as if Porch had read that slight change.

"... Welcome Back, Stupid Master"

"Ugh, dog cuckoo..."

Long time ago, the two repeated callings.

"............... I'm home"

"Hehe, I, I'm hungry"

That's, and always will be, the two callings.