Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

The next day, after the purchase, I decided to head back to the mansion.

Below the von the villagers went out and dropped us off with such momentum that it could be another feast if we were bad.

Sent out in abundance, flying magic returns to the Mansion.

On the sky, with Ange in my arms, I enjoyed the journey of the sky just as I did when I arrived.

I realized that Ange, who wanted to entertain me, was staring at me silently.

"What's wrong, Ange?"

"Are you glad?"

"What?

"Master, it's about. Is it good to leave it that way? Master Alec's life is being targeted, and we'd better find the real killer..."

"Then we'll be fine."

In my arms, Ange, clumsy and necked.

Magic. I've already got eyes on you.

"Really!?

"Yeah. I got a big tip about the speculative purpose of food. I already knew that last night."

"Shortly after that kid first came here, do you mean?

"That sort of thing"

"That's Alec..."

Ange stares at me with an intoxicated eye, already in the lead.

"So Ange has nothing to worry about."

"Yes!"

Ange, whose seeds of troubles have been removed.

Back to my usual adorable, bright smile.

"So where should I go? Do you want the ocean? Or would you prefer a mountain?

"I want to see the sea with Master Alec."

"Okay."

To make her wish come true, I have to go a long way to change direction.

He flew in the direction of the sea.

Night.

Ange, who haunted at sea, got tired and into the futon earlier than usual.

Put her in the bedroom, and I came to the study.

I walked into the study and let him bring his back deep into the fuzzy chair, taking a breath.

"Gaps, full"

"Hey, I knew you were here."

A girl who appeared without sound, as if seeping out of the darkness.

"I know, but it's full of gaps?

"Hey, what's your name?

"Answer the question... Dorothy"

"Dorothy, that's a good name. Did the master put it on?

Girl - Dorothy shook her head slowly.

"That's all I've known since I got my mind on it"

"Oh well. Yeah, well, I got you a present."

I took out the rolls I had picked up at sea, put them on my desk, and offered them to her.

Shellfish?

"I hear the sound of the sea when I hear shellfish. You've never heard of it?

"I do."

"Yeah. And put your ear on it."

Dorothy was surprised, but received a roll of shellfish, which hit her ear.

"It really sounds like the ocean"

"Yes, sir."

"Magic?"

"No, I don't. This is what happens when you're magical."

I extended my right hand.

From his protruding index finger. Wow, the light emitted, and the light was sucked into Dorothy's rolled shell.

"What magic?

"You'll see soon enough."

……

……

"What magic?

"Put that shellfish in your ear."

Dorothy looks like a fox stuck in her face and puts a roll of shellfish in her ear again.

"Ko, this is"

Surprised, Dorothy keeps the shellfish out of her ear.

The sound leaked because of it.

"What magic?

You'll find out soon enough.

……

……

"What magic?

"Put that shellfish in your ear."

The flow was between me and Dorothy.

"Now that's magic, it's simple magic to record your voice."

"Yes."

"... hey, hey, hey"

I rode myself out and tickled Dorothy's armpit.

"Ha-ha-ha, what are you doing?"

Dorothy flies off to be pampered and hits her back against the wall of the study.

The shock activated the rolled shells.

"Kahahaha - hey, what are you doing?"

It was Dorothy's laugh that was played.

Because I was tickled, but it's a fun laugh I can't imagine from my regular girlfriend.

"My laughter......"

"It's gonna be more fun laughing."

…………

I don't answer, Dorothy, but it didn't seem like a maniac.

Well, because of that, and a little more...

"Sorry."

Suddenly Dorothy apologized.

"What's going on?

"I, I have to kill you. I have to give back to my master."

"Yeah."

I nodded.

That would be so.

Originally that was her purpose, and in some cases it may be viable.

So I wasn't surprised Dorothy came up with it.

"Sorry."

"Never mind."

Dorothy took one gem out of her nostalgia with a cold, conscious, faceless look.

"What's that?

"I got it from my master"

Just say yes, then shut your mouth and say nothing.

It would be something to take me down.

"... sorry"

The last time I said that, Dorothy squeezed the gem.

Light spills from within the grip, and many strips of light reflect indiscriminately indoors.

In Dorothy's hands it repeatedly dashed and eventually became light strong enough to fill the indoors.

Put your hands in front of you.

The light had subsided, and I was there because...

"... Dorothy?

It didn't resemble my original girlfriend, it was a giant warcraft.

It is cramping the giant, which would exceed three meters if it were upright.

The overall form is wolf.

He's a werewolf over three meters, putting together an aura that's all over his body.

"That's the power... Huh?

I was stunned when I asked the sword of the wise man what to do immediately.

That made a gap.

Dorothy the Warcraft came in.

Flesh in an instant and rip me off with sharp nails.

Preventing it with a sage's sword - was blown away by its power, pushed through the wall and flown into the garden at night.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!

The roar was enough to pierce the heavens, and shortly afterwards the Warcraft flew even faster.

Guard your nails, now flush them.

Ask the sword of the wise man again in the meagre leeway he has done.

How to get Dorothy back from this (,,).

There is no answer.

A magic tool that forces man to beast, something that will not be released until he dies, no matter what.

There are no exceptions, it will not be lifted except "death".

Warcraft has attacked harder.

I hear more under the night sky as I snub with the sword of the wise man.

So once you're dead, what's your resuscitation?

The answer was no either.

To write off death, or resurrection, there is the power of the Creating God.

At least I can't.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!

Roar, and advance.

I was blown away by a warcraft and crashed into the mansion wall.

About, and something rolled by.

When I look at what it is.

"Kahahaha - hey, what are you doing?"

"-!"

Dorothy rolled shells.

I recorded her laughter, that was just a roll of shells.

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!

On the other hand, Dorothy the Warcraft growls that don't even resemble her original girlfriend.

"... I'll put it back, never"

I thought.

There's got to be something, something.

How to help her, how to undo it.

The curse of not returning unless you die, the fact that resurrection is impossible.

Still, I...

Moments, the flickering that was in my head ran.

Think a lot, remember (,,,).

And ask the Sword of the Wise.

"-!"

I took Dorothy, the warcraft that progressed, with the sword of the wise man, spinning all the way and half, and kicked her up into the sky.

Just a few hours I earned that way.

He stuck the sage's sword to the ground and took out the material bag.

Stick your hand in it and exercise your magic.

relay (,) So whatever it looks like.

It was the homunculus in one piece that made me pull my hand out.

Warcraft is falling, use Hershel's technique toward that warcraft.

I plucked Dorothy's soul and laid down on Homunculus.

The lost soul Warcraft stopped moving, crashing straight to the ground.

It causes smoke and gradually clears up.

"Sakuriku"

The sound of drinking my saliva sounded slightly louder.

I guess I'm nervous.

Will it succeed - make it stop?

That's right. I put my temper back on, and I looked beyond the sand smoke cleared.

There was the undone naked Dorothy flesh, not the Warcraft.

Dorothy's flesh lost its soul, that is to say, it was in a state of death, and it was beastified by warcraft.

But the soul - the most important soul was not "death" for temporarily transferring to Homunculus.

Use Hershel's technique again and transfer Dorothy's soul from Homunculus to her flesh.

There was no change, no warcrafting.

Look at her breathing back and disarming the Warcraft.

"Phew..."

I was so upset.