The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

The orcs, who were on their own, eventually went back to satisfied or original placement.

And more blatantly alive than earlier, Oak King offers a set of modified porn made clothes with a trance grin.

"... What?

"Come on, princess, take this one! Come on!"

"I don't like it!? What are you wearing on your own? I'm not wearing it!

I took a distance from the oak kings as I held Soti from the sight of the de perverts.

Soti is reaching for her hipster dagger (dagger) with her eyes already in tears. It's going to rain blood.

But... Actually, you want information about the problem, 'Black Man'...

I have kept Mr Rümmyfort and Mr Rovero waiting for a long time at my own convenience, and it is a great pleasure to have information about their original purpose here.

Plus, the demon clan that murdered the former chief of the Beast clan doesn't necessarily have anything to do with the 'Black Man'. Rather, there are so many conditions that you should suspect involvement.

If this happens, do you want me to bring you Le Laura? No, if you read the mind of such a pervert living in the future, your heart will be filthy. These guys don't want anyone in me to get close because existence itself is bad for education.

I can feel it pushing Soti into dirt by saying, or more importantly... why? Something like a sense of purpose springs up that you never want Soti to do that.

"Please, Princess of Reverse Scale! No, my queen! No, goddess! Please, let me dream!

"No, but... Whatever this is..."

"Absolutely looks great! I'll take care of it! Besides, I just need a little! Just a little! Just a little while! Just a moment ahead!!

"It's not a question of looking good or just a little..."

"This street! Oh, my God!

Finally, Oak King began to fold and lay flat on its elongated body and slap its forehead on the ground over and over again. Oh, that much? Are you going to get that far?

Something asked me to go this far and say no seems like I've also been feeling a little sorry for you...... plus no heart or this guy, a little like a junior in a previous life and it's complicated.

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

"........................... hey, if it's just..."

Soti was the first to react to my voice squeezing out as it seeped through the bitterness.

"Hey... Sephilia!? What are you talking about? insane!?"

"... I don't mean it, but I want information. You can't let the war that ended because of me start again... if I gamble a little..."

With that said, I would walk over to Oak King early enough and snap a bikini from his hand.

Then I glanced at the oak king that was glowing with my eyes open to the limit,

"That's all I'm gonna do... if it's crap information, really, seriously, no jokes, I'm just not gonna... because I'm gonna pull your spine out alive"

"Oh... no, I think that's good information...?

Can I ask you something? If I get a little overwhelmed, that's all this tree ocean is gonna wipe out of the continent, right?

But you apparently think it's really good information for Oak King to see where he didn't withdraw his foreword by slamming the killer as much as he wanted. Now I just have to believe this guy.

When I come back next to Soti, I roughly check the size of my modified porn maid clothes.

... Damn, it's the right size! Why not!

"Se, Sephilia, are you sure you want to wear...?

"Yeah... I was wondering if Soti could turn that way..."

Sottie sounds pretty worried, sounds terrified. That look looks like a complicated mix of a lot of emotions.

While I felt considerable resistance, I did, however, stick a grin to keep her from worrying.

In fact, I think I'm probably the only one who can wear these clothes.

I have memories of a previous life, and in the seas and pools of a previous life, this degree of exposure was unusual.

I know it's pretty radical exposure for people in this world, but it's not that big of a deal for me...... let's just say.

The situation is pretty painful that this is the Tree Sea and there are perverts around who send their gaze around to lick it, but it's gamman.

This is Midsummer Beach, surrounded by swimsuit people...... ok, I'll do it!

I magically let a black cube appear around me to create a pseudo-dressing room.

In a pitch-black cube that blocks light in and out, rely on the light source produced from your palms to take off your clothes and put your sleeves through your bikini-made clothes. I don't have any sleeves.

Is there a sound of clothes rubbing leaking outside, from the surrounding oaks saying, "Ohhh...!" With the twist, I began to hear a rough breath. Damn, I should have shut off the sound, too.

For once, I'm done getting dressed...... what, keep dressed, but isn't this outfit sucks?

Is this how you get out in public? Some kind of punishment game? What the hell am I supposed to do?

But only for a moment! If you just gamble a little, you get the hard stuff.

And even though the scalpel crawling through the ground sees you naked, you don't have to worry about it. If you really care, you just have to crush it pussy.

All right, okay, ready! You can go!

I wrapped my underwear in a jacket just in case, then just a little bit of my face out of the black space I had as my dressing room.

"Um... dressed Kedo..."

When I said that with a modest voice, the oak kings, who had been making a foolish scene until just now, corrected their position and quietly sat down on the spot sooo...

And Oak King had a quiet, harsh look on his face that made him want to ask if he was enlightened or even open.

"Anytime."

and I have urged it with a solemn voice, like a samurai or something, completely different from the nasty crouching voice I had just heard.

This is hard to do!

... I'm awkward right around the corner as I grasp the scream, and I say to Soti, "Can you turn around for a second...?," I asked.

I call shame on my travels a shame throw away, but I think Soti and I are still together for a while, so I am very embarrassed to be seen like this.

I took a small, deep breath, making sure she nodded at my favor and covered her face with both hands.

Eventually I step out softly as I somehow indulge in the improbable rampage of my heart.

".................. Ts!!

As the surrounding oaks conveyed breathtaking signs, I held my body with both hands and rose as badly as possible to protect myself from the oaks' gaze.

Even though it is a dim sea of trees, I feel blood gathering on my face in a situation where my skin, which is not hidden by clothing, is exposed to sunlight and outside air.

No matter how much I tell myself that this is a beach, the depressed and lush surroundings get in the way of it and pull me back into reality.

And then there's Soti, who just missed her gaze from me, peeking at me and this one from the gap between the fingers of her hands that covered her face, on the edge of her sight. Different story.

Soti, blushing bright red to her ears, said, "Wow, what am I going to do! I also saw some awesome Ikenai......! I'm sorry, Auntie. Auntie!" and so on and whispered noise.

With my neck getting pretty hot up there, I yell at Oak King, who, by contrast, doesn't make it microscopic with a very calm look.

"Oh, that's enough!? I'll get dressed now!?

"The example 'Black Man' is heh!!

So when Oak King opened his big eyes to the limit of "quack!!" he suddenly shouted out loud.

It doesn't matter to me to be surprised and hardened, Oak King spoke with a very serious eye when he broke his front seat and walked out.

"Look, the example 'Black Man'... I know you do, but I'm gonna get my people together. Many of them are probably demons, and I'm not convinced the war is over, assholes."

Somehow I missed the time to get dressed and I listen to Oak King's description as I stood up.

Oak King put his arms together with a serious look, while spinning the words that followed.

"" The Black Man "shows up in various places in the shadow of God, but he's drawn to his people, especially with his voice around people who are supposed to be powerful among demons."

That's all I know by asking Exlia and Nemesi, too.

Of course this seemed to be a big premise story, not a 'good story', and Oak King went on to say the facts of the shock.

"Well, there was a Soytz in the Bobolosa Sea."

"What!?

The oak king lifts the corner of his mouth a little satisfactorily to me, having accidentally raised his surprise.

"Kihihihi, I'm still quite famous for this, aren't I? In the case of me, my ability to lead is more appreciated than my ability. Even that black dragon who came to the sea of trees was prepared for the damage, and there was a winning formula."

... Indeed, the Demonic Nation has a strong individualistic dimension at its roots, and there are a certain number of individuals in the population who want to do what they like.

Even the Beastmen, for example, don't necessarily all work as instructed, no matter how many instructions Reggie or Iru give in battle. Well, sometimes demons who want to take such difficult positions as leaders and leaders are extremely rare in the first place.

I guess that's why Oak King is a pretty rare presence among the Demons that he has complete control and control over the Oak tribe.

Then Oak King took out some sort of small ladder-like tool and put up a white plate there. It's like a canvas, used by artists when painting.

Or it seemed to be the canvas itself, and he took something more like a brush out of it and started painting.

"That 'black man'... he called himself 'Roxward'. I don't know if it's your real name."

"... Roxward"

"It didn't look like a normal people tribe, but that's not even a demon tribe. As far as ear shape goes, I didn't seem to be an elf, or an animal. If you say so, I think people are closest."

Oak King says the man - Roxward had dull silver hair on light black skin and his upper body was only wrapped around a necklace. On the lower body, he wore a waistcoat with a geometric design like the one he'd never seen before, and then Davo Davo trousers like a craftsman. Something Arabic.

Slurry and long, but wastelessly muscular, supple limbs and hands seem to possess a power out of common sense, unilaterally, and with bare hands, beating the five Orcs who were patrolling the tree sea. Surely you can't say that's a normal human race.

"Besides... this is where it matters. For the princess, especially."

"What princess... what, me?

"Ouch. Apparently, magic and eye openers don't work for him."

Speaking of which, there were reports that no magic could be used around a man when the Eastberg Republican 'Liberty Demon Leader' was chasing a black man (Roxward).

When he told Oak King about it, he didn't stop his hand from running a brush on the canvas, and he said, "My eyes didn't open."

What, can Oak King use eye opener too? It's my first ear.

"But then, there's definitely a trick. It's not what he's capable of."

"How can you say all that?

"Tell you what, that hateful Aperilla guy disappeared because he rode Roxward's invitation."

Anything, he stopped seeing Aperilla the day after Oak King refused to invite the black man (Roxward). And then about a month later, an aperilla came under attack that suddenly showed up in front of the oak king.

At that time, Apperilla had the strange ability to disable eye openings (chanteras), and they were able to use eye openings (chanteras) unilaterally over there, so Oak King was forced to struggle a lot?

Originally, Oak King was a type of combat style that could be strategically caught up with a number of advantages, and the eye opener (Chantera) was not very combat-oriented. That's why he painstakingly succeeded in repelling Aperilla.

When Oak King turned his shirt while he said, "I'm sorry this one wasn't free either," there were a number of painful scars engraved on it. That, too, looks pretty deep.

"Based on my experience, There may be a personal difference, but the disabling range is more or less... about double the distance between me and the princess right now."

Me and Oak King are currently talking about five meters apart. When that happens, is the magic deactivation range about 10 meters?

According to Oak King, it is also equal to "ten meters” in the upper and lower directions.

But to hear about the Livery Demon Leader, I thought it was a little more far-reaching...

"... hey. Could it be that Roxward or Aperilla didn't have a weird black rock?

"Rock? No, no, if you had that, you wouldn't be able to fight just fine."

Uh-huh. Right. When the black man (Roxward) first showed up from the ruins, he said he had a big black rock, so I thought it had something to do with it.

But so Oak King stopped the brush he was eagerly moving for just a moment and leaked his voice, "Ah."

"It's not a rock, but one of Roxward's jarring necklaces is stuck with a little black ore. It wasn't shiny, and it definitely wasn't jewel-like. In golden jewellery, obviously floated."

"If you ask me, the stone on the ring that the guy at the aperilla was wearing, was that a black stone too, not a gem...? No, I'm sorry, I'm not sure about this one. It was dark. I don't know."

What if the example black rock is the magic guide of magic deactivation, and the same effect appears on the one that crushed or shredded it...

To my hypothesis, Oak King agreed, "You can't ignore that. That's a possibility."

Assuming its black stone mass and disabling range are proportionally related, it seems better to stay away from suspicious rocks.

When I am self-conscious of such things on the inside, Oak King makes similar pointers with a worried frown.

"That's what I care about. Well, the princess isn't strong enough to allow other followers, but she's still been sneaking up on that stone, or just thrown in from afar, and she can't do anything about it? Can you beat me without magic?

"... well, you can't"

"Suppose I was on the enemy's invitation and had that black stone divided. If you were welcoming the princess in bad faith today, what would have happened?

……

Magic is the only thing about me in the handle, so I would have been caught without the art of exchange.

If these perverts (orcs) caught me in bad faith...... oops, chills in my spine!

"That's why you're saying I'm a“ gentleman ”, including those elements?

"... ugh, yeah. Well, thank you a little around there."

"And that was pretty good information, wasn't it?

"Right. Now we can put in place future measures. Uh, thanks."

"It was quite a meaningful and gentleman's time, wasn't it?

"Hehe, well, maybe so"

"Then why don't you pepper your navel a little?

"You're in good shape, pervert."

"Yes."

"I'll kill you."

"Yes."

When I take a deep sigh, I turn my gaze slightly to my feet as part of that motion.

And now my own none of that outfit is in sight, "Ha-ha-ha!?" I held my body as I made a strange voice. forgot to focus too much on the story!

"Also, that's enough! Then I'll get dressed!

"Whoa, that's enough! I'm just finishing up!

"What?"

"Ah."

Looking back at Oak King, who was in a good mood to brush off, he turned his complexion bright blue with a "yabe" look on his face.

Just now, are we done? What is it?

"Hey... Speaking of which, it looks like he was starting to paint something fundamentally... what were you painting?

"Uh, no, this is... right... uh, yeah! I was just portraying what Roxward looked like!

"Then show me"

"Huh?"

"I wonder what Roxward looked like, so show me. You were drawing it to show me, weren't you?

As I set my gaze on the jiggly oak king, a sweat as snug as a watermelon gushes out of his face.

"... hey, um... I was wondering if I failed a bit... so can I rewrite it? See, because I'm a perfectionist? Are you saying I can't show you my halfway work, or is that against my policy as an artist? Even this one is very unwilling to let the beloved princess defile your eyes..."

I'm saying a mess. Ignoring the oak king, I magically instantly moved to the front of the oak king and peered into the canvas.

What he was portraying there was me looking up at him with moist eyes as he looked shy in his modified porn maid clothes, but naughty and uplifted his cheeks.

The expression evokes a colorful fragrance that reminds me of the encounter with my beloved lover, while at the same time enclosing an innocent maidenhood that has not yet blossomed.

Its unimaginably refined and realistic, yet somewhat fantastic and mysterious mix of touches attests to his fearsome aesthetic taste and extraordinary obsession with the subject.

"... painting, you're very good, aren't you?

"Ooh! This is what I look like and my hands are clever!? To tell you the truth, the costumes that the princess is wearing right now are also tailored by me, and I prepared them for when the princess visited me here again!?

"... yes. That's amazing."

As I was peeking into the canvas, looking back slowly...... Oak King expressing every negative emotion in its face, headed by fear, was just a little backward with sweat.

"Then I'm good at painting, too. Would you look at my work, too, if I could?

"Ah, haha!? Hey, I want to see the mountains, but I just cut the paint!? So for today it's painful, but I hope you pick it up..."

"You're gonna be the paint."

That day, a "Hell Picture” was painted on the Boboloza Tree Sea.