The World’s Strongest Martial Artist who has Worked too Hard, Survives in the Magic World With Ease

That morning.

When I woke up feeling strange damp, Mr. Noir was wet.

……

Are you crazy?

As it stands, Mr. Noir is a three-year-old now, and I can't help but pee... but when the degeneration drug expires, you might be ashamed to remember this.

There's only one thing. There was water in the bag, and I accidentally spilled it.

When I turned the duvet as I worked out the plan, who was the wetness?

Apparently I'm dreaming of melon bread. I wonder how much you want to eat.

Anyway, I'm glad I'm not a geek.

Relaxed and out of bed, I look out the window.

A tall building is built there, and beyond it stands a splendid castle. Will the festival take place soon or colorful decorations were coloring the town.

"I didn't realize yesterday... is there a festival?

It was last night that we reached this town - the capital of the Kingdom of Rhine, Ramina.

He was busy with Mr. Noir, who was about to sleep, and did not notice the festival decorations.

Mr. Noir is going to shake this.

"Is it a festival?

Soon Mr. Noir was awake.

"Sounds festive."

"Do you have one today?

"Come on, what do you think? You can join us today or tomorrow..."

By appointment I had decided to leave Ramina on the train around noon today. I then took some trains and in a week or so the calculation is to reach the gruff forest.

I didn't put my word on Miró though, and you can delay your appointment for a few days or so... but you can't just wait for the festival for weeks.

Do you want to ask your uncle at the inn when the festival will be held?

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My uncle at the inn asked me about the time of the festival and Mr. Noir was groaning.

It seems that the festival will be held tomorrow. If that's the case, I have no problem extending my stay.

"I'm looking forward to the festival. Do you have anything sweet?

Looking up at the decorations that colour the town, Mr. Noir is softening.

I like festivals too, so I'm getting a little excited. It's just right for my training breath, and I guess I'll take my wings off tomorrow.

"Ash, Ash"

"What's going on?

"I'm hungry."

"Well, let's have breakfast somewhere"

Hold Mr. Noir so he doesn't get lost and look for a restaurant. You can just hold hands, but if you snap, Mr. Noir's hands will be shattered.

That's how I felt my gaze as I walked through town.

One of the people in town looked at me and talked to me in secret.

I don't remember doing anything in the Kingdom of the Rhine, and I'm sure you found out about me after watching The Demon King Broadcast.

More than a year ago, a battle against the Rainbow Emperor (Rainbow Road) was swept across the continent with the magic of the Demon King.

The map says there seems to be a small island country... but is' Demon King Broadcasting 'getting that far? There's only one red dot, and then you can go and see for yourself.

"Um, could it be Mr. Ash!?

Walking around thinking about that, a girl about the same age talked to me.

"Yes, I do."

Affirmed, the girl sparkles her eyes and makes a call to one of them who was looking at us faraway.

"Look! I knew it was Mr. Ash!

One of the guys who was looking at it on a faraway roll rushes over.

"Why are you in this town!?

"Thank you for defeating the Demon King!

"I really thought I was going to die then!

"Are you traveling today!? You're just in time! It's a festival tomorrow!

"Is this girl your sister!? That's cute!

They talk at the same time, and Mr. Noir is pompous.

"Ma'am, Master Ash is here!?

As soon as a clear voice sounded, the hedge cracked. And from there, a girl appears wearing a dress like a princess.

According to the whispers of one of the towns, she - Mr. Primilla - seems to be a true princess.

When I saw it, there was one person dressed like a squire around Mr. Primilla.

How could a princess be all over the city early this morning? Like a look at the festival or something?

"Is Master Ash there?

Mr. Primilla turns to me as he meditates his eyes.

Could it be that you're blind?

"Yes, I'm here."

In response, Mr. Primira brightened his expression.

The samurai pulls my hand and walks over.

"Nice to meet you, Master Ash. My name is Primira Roseberg... and I love you!

The blurring spreads and Mr. Primilla turns his face bright red.

"Also, of course, it doesn't mean romantic, it means big fans. Yikes? I've always wanted to talk to you about how brave Ash is! I heard you lived in the kingdom of Elstadt, so I didn't think I'd see you. Wow. So, uh... if you don't mind, why don't you come to the castle?

Mr. Primilla is thrilled.

I'm sorry to say no, and you must be familiar with the Kingdom of the Rhine for being a princess. Maybe we can get some information on Mr. Miró.

"I don't mind. That's fine with Mr. Noir, isn't it?

"Oh, you had someone with you."

"Yes, Mr. Noir is now three years old."

"Now...? Next year, I'm going to be four."

I'm 19 next year, but I'll affirm it because explaining degenerative drugs is going to confuse me.

"Nice to meet you, Master Noir. My name is Primira. Uh... do you like sweets?

"I like it."

"Then please come to the castle. I have some delicious treats."

"I'm coming."

Mr. Noir is in for a ride.

That's how we were invited to the castle.