The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

"Chunhua, why are you still here? Didn't you go to Hitarch with everyone?

Chunhua just smiles and responds to my puzzling voice. But you don't answer me.

I put my hand in the universe a little bit and said, "I've been waiting for you." Probably because of the culinary progression. I immediately went back to the kitchen and to Chunhua I leaned my neck and dragged myself to the washroom with the back leg of my pouch, leaving my doubts behind.

"" Pfft!

Me and Porch, who washed their faces, wiped their hands on their faces at the same time, wiping them at the same time and letting them go. It's one of those repeated variations from time to time. The wavelength fits at times like this for some reason.

"Chunhua?

"That's right. You were making breakfast."

"That's crazy. I thought Mana would stay..."

"Hmm? Did you know that?

"Naturally. Because deceiving the master has always been my role!

They made me stronger as if I was bad.

"Okay? Mr. Brutes would have said it yesterday. 'From now on, I'm going to get in touch with Itsuki over there (,,) and have the kids I picked up sent here'. That hassle, the master and I can't handle it alone, can we?

"I mean, did you need to stay here at least one person..."

"That's the thing. Mana and Chunhua played junket several times yesterday, calling it 'practice', but ten or eighty-nine Mana was winning. But in real life, Chunhua must have won."

Why does a large adult need practice for Junken suffer from comprehension at all, but did the two have the advantage of beating and remaining?

I don't care what you think. There will be a lot of stuff you get from participating in a high-difficulty monster crusade.

As I walked toward the living room and thought so with my hand at the tip of my jaw, I sighed loudly with my poached eyes pointed this way.

"Huh..."

What an unwelcome sigh to the ear.

Back in the living room, Chunhua waited while sitting in the front seat beside her seat.

When me and Porch are blinded by the grilled fish and brown soup on the table,

"Good morning again"

Chunhua lowered her head with her fingers attached.

"Ah, ah. Good morning."

I panicked and lowered my head in the same pose as Chunhua.

Because of the unfamiliar customs, it seemed very unpleasant, but Porch was able to accomplish it beautifully. Or it was a totally "down" pose. Well, that's why I'm so good.

"Go ahead, you're on."

Suggested by Chunhua's words, me and Pochi lowered their hips in a duvet that looked like a faded pearl in front of the table. After seeing it through, Chunhua also sits in the futon.

There's a line of meals I've never seen before, and once again, they catch my eye on cooking.

"Master, master! Come on, come on!"

"Hmm? Oh, well, Porch, you do it today"

"Yes!"

Porch shouted so with a smile just saying he had been waiting, his front legs aligned. Me and Chunhua followed suit and waited for Pochi's words. Yes, this is a prayer to God...

"- Thank God! It's a replacement -!

"Hey, yeah! Where's the rice that was in front of you?!?

"It is my blood and my flesh!

"You're already digesting it! That's crazy. Your stomach acid!

"Now you can bury an orgasm with just my stomach acid!

No, I can't. Porch's eyes have already only seen rice. My irony has reached an area that doesn't make any sense either.

It is indeed the stomach acid of the heavenly beast. Quick digestion, maybe powerful. Next time Porch throws up, we'll find out.

"Yes, Mr. Porch"

"Thank you very much -!

Speaking of which, they say there's a food called wasaba that keeps putting "buckwheat" things in the "buckwheat" somewhere in Twead, but right now, I may be witnessing a dining scene that looks terribly similar to that in front of Porch.

White rice is carried to Porch's mouth one after the other, and Chunhua does it silently. The contents of the silly large cabinet (one) behind Chunhua are losing momentum. Or was there such a cupboard? If you look closely, it says "For Mr. Porch only" in a brush on the cupboard. Does this letter belong to Chunhua? Very masterful, with some kind of coating from the top. Maybe it's handmade by Chunhua.

Where the pouch is slowing down, our meal has finally begun.

"What if it's like this white pudding?

"It's tofu. Made from soybeans"

"What about this brown soup?

"It's miso soup"

"What's that miso?

"It's a brown pasty seasoning. Made from soybeans"

"What about this green bumpy plant?

"It's edamame. Made from soybeans"

"And what's this sauce on tofu?

"Soy sauce. Made from soybeans"

"Huh!? Did you shake like a mustache growing in this miso soup?

"It's a sprouts. Made from soybeans"

"Huh!?!? Well, then what's the white stretch that Porch is having for dessert?!?

"It's rice cake. Made from rice"

"Oh, yeah, that's right"

"But I don't make it from soybeans."

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Chunhua said she studied hard because she wanted to use ingredients that go with Tweed if she was going to live in Tweed.

Though surprised by Twead's unknown meal, he thumped his tongue at its deliciousness.

Porch seemed to like the rice cake, and enjoyed it with the kiki powder, soy sauce, sweet soy sauce, and radish grate.

At the end of the breakfast, Chunhua began to clear the dishes. Even if I tried to help, Chunhua wouldn't let me help.

"Mr. Azley can only do what Mr. Azley can."

That said, Chunhua's eyes were stronger than usual, and I had to follow them.

I left the living room and went back to my room.

"Well, bad for the Blazers, but they're gonna remodel this room."

The theme is the ideal laboratory. With that intention, I opened the store room to put together the conditioning items in the room for once.

Then came the odd noise from the entrance to the store room.

"Hey, what the fuck!?

"Hikari no... Hikari no..."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha!

I had a bad feeling. That's why I took a peek inside the dreaded storeroom.

And soon I'll show my face again. Shake your head (wearing) and try again. But I showed my face again.

What was visible to the front was a silhouette that was silly and unusual in the dark.

"Water... water...!

a voice like a plundered monster;

"Ha, ha, ha...!

A voice like a plundered monster.

Weird. When I opened the store room last time, did the monster get mixed up?

No, but, but wait. Weird. Is it a monster that solves humanities? You don't seem to have to worry about getting attacked because the magic is weak, do you?

"Phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew, phew."

I don't know if it's a song with a nose or a song with a nose, but Porch also seems to be back in his room from his living room.

I'd love to hear the lyrics to that "hehe" part, but now I wasn't in that case.

"Ho, Torch!

Use light source magic to illuminate inside the store room.

Bloody eyes poke at me. My eyes capture that appearance, but my brain still shakes its head (wearing it).

"Is that it, Master? What is it? You look so blue?

Porch's words, cold sweat all over my face, on my back.

Yes, he was. He was. Speaking of which, I was. Me, Porch, Blazers, and Lelia, of course, completely forgot about this mess.

troublesome beings with great titles.

"Shit Porch. There are two brave men in the storeroom."