The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

Always reminds me when I'm alone.

I'm trapped in the dark because of the darkness, that hell of a time.

I didn't move a single finger, I didn't take one of my physical movements, only my consciousness remained slightly clear.

I've spent so long that I don't even feel like time, I'm not even allowed to freak out.

When Atashi woke up that way, less than two thousand years had passed.

Two thousand years in the dark.

When I was freed from an unimaginable infinite hell, even the first invisible researcher seemed like a God of salvation.

Just one success story in an experiment to transplant the soul of a brave man, that's Atashi.

I also rode the invitation from "The Lion Divine Loyalty (Pyrea Fidelis)" without hesitation.

When the soul separates from this body, Atashi is trapped in the Gift Ball (Gift Sphere).

We'll be stuck in that darkness again, and this time we'll have an endless time of permanent robbery (eh?).

But with their technology, they taught me I could avoid it.

When the second death came, he said it was possible to send a soul to the afterlife without being imprisoned in the prison of the soul.

Compared to that fear, I felt terribly tiny about pride and justice as a brave Atashi.

I don't want to stain my hands on what I can call morally evil.

Atashi, the Knight Brave Celia, thought so.

When I was awakened with a locked memory, until then I mixed it with a personality that ruled my body - a personality that was formed from memories stained with flesh, a personality called Quina.

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"... and so. A few elite to apprentice Fixer and not make Killier extra strong." The Jewel of the Sea God "is also taken. Which should be a priority (...), as I just told you. So, nice to meet you, huh?

"Nice to meet you..., because your sister can't come?

It's as if Nopta has doubts about something else.

If you want to kill a brave man for sure, it should be best for Joana herself to leave warriorly.

"I can't move here yet. Too far away from her, I can't control this body (...)"

"... your sister is still not the main body. The real body has been integrated with God ever since..."

"Pfft, you don't drop your shoulders..."

Joana's hand softly squeezes Joanna's cheek with her face down.

She blushed like a girl to the skinship from her beloved sister.

"Later, that child's 'roots' will be stretched out. That way you can go wherever you want. So until then, be patient for a while?

"Yes, sister..."

"Good boy..."

Joana smiles with a luscious (yeah) grin and fingers through the nopt's neck.

Touria was bored to see how they were doing.

"... in the end, who's going out? I need you to give me some instructions..."

"Right. Tulia, Celia, then Nopt. Why don't you go with the three of us? You don't have to do anything. You have to do everything you can to crush it."

"I'm happy to be with Celia..."

but when she takes the order, it flips, and she makes her eyes shine.

"Master Celia's sword judgment, you can finally be seen with this eye... Killier the brave and the fish-smelling fishermen, let's slaughter and kill Bassa together..."

"I don't know about fishmongers......, if you're going to jam, you have to kill them"

Tulia's eyes dwelling in innocent madness.

I wouldn't have remembered any particular resistance if I had been 'myself'.

But I couldn't stand the gushing disgust in 'Givens' right now.

Celia changes the subject, as she distracts herself from her.

"... by the way, pioneering - aren't you going to let Zealot out? If you're gonna do everything you can, shouldn't he be the one to bump it?

"Unlike you, he has had an incomplete resurrection. At least not until my soul is settled."

"... that. Bye, Mr. Nopt. [Remote] power to the land of the fishermen. You're here, right? There's someone in that country marking you as one of them."

This is the witch's room.

We're all in the middle of dinner, what...

"... eh... eh!

Raw fish.

raw fish fillets that are not through the fire more so.

Beat is eating such a delicious thing.

Put it on some obscure black juice and it looks very tasty.

"Sashimi, don't you eat? It's a delicious fish with fat on it, bred by the tidal currents off the coast."

The witch makes a fierce recommendation.

No, because usually, you don't eat meat or fish raw.

"It's good, Killier. Eat."

"Yes, Lord Brave. Because it's excellent."

Not only does Mr. Raman look delicious, but neither does Toka or Elia.

Is that good?

Raw fish, are they good?

"... well, then"

Get ready to spit out your mind whenever you want and stab your fillet with a fork.

I put it on black juice, hesitated for a moment, and then threw it into my mouth thoughtfully.

"Ngu...... Huh!...... hmm? Yum. Here it is. Yum, Beat."

... What is this? This is really delicious.

Exquisite collaboration of slightly soggy juice and sweet fat.

Fish meat that loosens up in your mouth, even if it just bites a little.

This could be as much as it takes.

"... Huh!

Beato chuckles, too.

I wonder if you're happy to know how tasty it is, or if you're happy to eat things with me.

"... Dear Beat, you have no voice"

"... Huh?

Words of a witch at last.

Beat snaps his neck as he wraps around a fork stabbed with a fillet.

"I don't think this kid was born to have a voice. Um..., witch. Could this be cured..."

"I can't even treat you for not knowing the cause, but maybe -"

Byyyyy, Byyyyyy!!!

At that time, the sound of stirring up a sense of crisis echoed throughout the room.

Beato jumps up surprised, Mr. Raman slips out of his hips, and Elia and Toka stay alert with me.

"Hey, what's this noise...!

"Alarm to inform intruder......! Looks like someone broke into this cave......!