Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

He defeated a powerful demon and obtained a very rare weapon (Unique Weapon).

I leveled up, and the announcement of the liberation of the Auxiliary Skills Framework (Second Skill) flowed. Besides, I have a feeling I've learned new skills candidates.

I want to check my abilities right away, and it's as a man that I twitch... no, I don't think I can help being a person.

Though the two rescued subjects are in front of them in a hazy manner, there is nothing that can be done about the thought alone. I can't stand it. If you touch the ornament on your wrist, you will see that you are all concerned.

Sort of. Sort of.

But my hand, stretched out, stopped perfectly.

Marie, the Elf, was holding her fingers in the universe as if she were following my cheek.

It just disappeared, my desire. You can always see your abilities, so you should keep them for later fun. Yeah.

He smiles at Marie and then turns back to them.

The two were dirty in black with sweat and mud, and only their eyes were shining.

"I'm glad you're okay. Are you both hurt?

"You did a great job. I'm Doula. Let me thank you for taking my men's revenge."

He shook his hand boneless and powerful, unlike how tired he looked. My hair is red as a flame, even if it is all over the mud, and my eyes, which seem to be strong in will, are in steel.

Naturally, she's taller than me and Marie, and she's a woman with signs of skill.

"Let me thank you too. I blew up the miscellaneous fish about twice, but I couldn't defeat that demon"

The man says Xela, and he also comes to shake a powerful hand.

I feel familiar with dark hair cut into clutter and eyes of the same color. I should say Bone Tai. My whole body is built up and quite long. I have a high nose, and if I clean it, I could be a wild, beautiful man.

"No, it would be awesome to endure all that number overnight. Sorry for the late arrival."

"Idiot, you can't be. I know it stinks, but I think you owe me your life."

Laughs more, and my eyes are still serious.

I know why. [M] They must be tied together in a strong bond that will support them well. If anyone had saved Marie's life, I must have had the same eyes.

At that time, a sound similar to a sandstorm sounded like a zag, zag, and sandstorm.

"Oops, a reminder from the boss. Well, it's your job to report it."

That said, Zella removes the magic fixture on her hips and gives it to me.

This is something you can call from far away, and if you respond, it will connect you to headquarters on the ground.

Receive shivers and heavy magic tools, and press the red switch for the call. I exhaled and looked at the faces of the four people staring at me, and then I made a report.

"- This is Amesist. rescue, and the annihilation of the devil."

If you wait plenty of seconds and still tilt your little neck because you haven't heard back, how about it! Several voices broke in from the magic implements like turbulence.

Zrrrr... is it true, really......!

Seriously, you piece of shit...... Zzz! Zazz...... hahahaha!

Squad... give me your voice... really... zazzzzzz!

"Don't be ridiculous. Ah! I told you I'd mix lines...... Well done, Amesist squad. Those two have a lot of fighting power. It's a waste of time to die."

"Yeah, I'm surprised I'll endure the night in this situation. It seems to be a lot of pain, so I'm going to base the two of you..."

When I nearly said that, the magic fixture was taken away.

If you look up, you have a successful man's face, and he grins and strokes my head.

"Me and Doula are safe. Yeah, I checked, but the devil was level 82, pretty bad. Anyway, when we take a break, we'll join the squad."

"Hmm, you should give priority to treatment... well, I'll leave that decision to you guys. I repeat, Amesist squad, well done. When we get back to the ground, we'll have our rewards ready."

'Cause, Zella's been turning the radio over here and smiling to celebrate.

"Oh, speaking of which, it's the first time I've ever been born to get paid. Looking forward to it."

"It's just the right opportunity, so it's time to change clothes. You're always so full of shit, sometimes you get embarrassed."

Yeah, I guess I'll say that now......

When I look next door though, the elf girl says, "I guess I should have it tailored," etc., that's the look I've already come up with shopping for.

"As it were, well, you can't waste it. If you're in trouble, let me introduce you to the cheapest place... I thought you said you weren't strictly forbidden to speak private language on the radio!

Oh, that's a no-show. Sometimes I watch it on TV.

With the destruction of the devil, the miscellaneous fishes are extinguished, and the still rising flames are winding their dust up over the sky. We all laughed, for some reason, even though it was a sight of disaster.

This is how we successfully accomplished our first rescue mission.

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Well, what we need now is a break, and a meal.

We've been fighting all night, and we're using up our strength and our magic to the limit.

Returning to a place where the dust of the demons does not fall, we combine Goto with fragments of rubble. Then I strained the water from the two of them into a borrowed pot, and when I put it on top, it became an impromptu camp. There are no burning trees, so if you put the Spirit of Fire (Salamander) instead, it seems to transmit heat to a good feeling.

"It's a good stove, I can't believe I can adjust the firepower. Maybe I can cook this over here sometimes."

Marie looks up as she protrudes the Spirit of Fire (Salamander) with a stick and a stick.

"But I wonder if we have enough people. We've only got three people, right?

"Right. I'm thinking of cooking it up and getting more water. The original flavoring is thick eyes, so I don't think it should taste so bad. I just wanted an egg."

The puffiness and the bottom of the pan create air bubbles, and the water raises the temperature. The ancient labyrinth has an aqueduct there, and the water doesn't bother you that much. Then it may also be ant to cook in the labyrinth.

I rescued them. They are wiping their bodies with a cloth away, and sometimes they turn their strange faces this way. Well, are there few people who exorcise demons and start cooking immediately?

"I didn't know you were going to split it up to my minute..."

It is Uridora the Magic Dragon who has a grudge against him. He sits on a stone nearby and puts his hand on his cheek. They are heavily equipped with gothic dress shapes, but relax thanks to the wide range of motion.

"I'm sorry. Instead, we'll have a treat in Japan tomorrow."

"Mon."

That's a rare crown.

I can't disagree with you any more though, so Marie and Kusley laugh and then proceed with the dish. It was the rice balls wrapped in seaweed that were removed from the bag.

"Oh, that's what I was making yesterday. Are you adding the braised horns Kaoruko gave you?

"Yeah, it's a braised rice balls. Miscellaneous and bad, but still..."

Add the pumpkin to the pan, and carefully sprinkle the rice and seaweed.

The rice, which was sucked into the juice of the braised horns, eventually began to smell good. Ooh, and Uridora leans over with her eyes shining.

Look around and stir, and make sure it tastes good.

"Hmm, delicious, but I still don't have enough seasoning. Oh, yeah."

Tapper was removed from the bag as she and Marie stared strangely. When I open the lid, I get miso, pickles, etc.

"I thought I'd get tired of the flavor, but I think I'll mix it up for a try"

Soak miso, dissolve in pan.

When stirred together, the colour approached the fox colour slightly, overflowing with puffy and miso aromas. When I tried it and tasted it, it was deceptive to the taste for what it felt good. The bottom flavor is also soft, which makes me think that maybe seaweed will have a dashi effect as well.

"Ugh, that smells great... What, you guys are self-catering, not portable food?

"Ah, Mr. Zella. That's refreshing. Thanks for lending me the pot"

With his armor off, Zella approaches the burning fire wearing a replacement shirt.

I've eaten a military portable meal before, but I don't want to take care of that one if I can. The dried meat was still good, but the "something" in solid shape really didn't work.

Even though I can't help but taste bad anymore, it contains something like medicine. And the one that gets excited and can't sleep. I often feel like eating that in a pan.

In that sense, Marie and I meet each other in the face and then delude and laugh.

When Mr. Doula finally came back, he noticed an unexpectedly floating, adorable look on his face. My eyebrows feel powerful, but I have the impression that they leave some girl in the shadow. He has a frightened look while tying his hair behind him.

"You, I didn't think so, are you cooking in the labyrinth? You'd better pick a portable meal because it brings you hunger."

"Hi, the military portable food doesn't fit... However, I think this one is a lot easier to digest."

He's not willing to insist, though, and Doula worries about where to sit more than that. Eventually, they moved the stone zullily and picked right next to Zella.

Puffiness and rice cooking have started to blow bubbles, and it's time to eat.

The two of us started one at a time because we didn't have enough, and Uridora alone started a late lunch. The sound of women cooking in the lady's first place, squirting, echoes the labyrinth.

Until then it seemed like a doula of dim interest, but I peeled my eyes when I ate a thick, melt-squared simmer. Ugh, he makes a colorful voice, and shakes his body with gnats.

He had a strong urge, and managed to contain it before seeing Mr. Zella with sparkling eyes like a girl.

"Oh, my God. You want me to eat? After you finish eating... Okay, okay."

The chewing stops perfectly when you flaunt the braised horns with a large mouthful of agu. The fat that dissolves without having to chew will surely be spreading the flavor in your mouth by now.

It melts loosely and at once the natural sweetness of the fat pushes over. Leaving behind the unique aroma of China, the weary body admitted that it was instinctively "the most sought after nutrition".

Porridge with good quality pork, smoked miso and seaweed. It conveys flavor enough to chew, stimulates appetite plenty without any more, and then gobbles through your throat.

Bang! and Mr. Zela held both cheeks and peeled their eyes off.

"Nho......! Yeah. Eh! Oh, my God, I've never eaten!

"I'm surprised, I can't believe you're soft enough not to bite. Look, Zella. Open your mouth quickly."

Wow, I'm so close to eating alternately.

She seems to take good care of herself, and the overflowing porridge wipes her with her thumb. My cheeks got unwittingly hot at the sight of licking my fingers.

See how it goes, snort and then speak up.

"Are you two married?

Bu! and Zella blew out the tea, and Doula froze with a spoon.

That, I wonder if it was different. I thought it was exactly that kind of relationship. I think so, and Marie and I stare at each other.

"And suddenly what...!

Zella looks panicky, but she has a red face but makes the end of her mouth look like a nibble, and it doesn't seem like she has any. Doola staring at it also makes her cheeks red and eats mogomogo and porridge. And his eyes, which glanced up at him once, contained a surprising amount of colour.

They're embarrassed to be watching.

When she turned her gaze to Marie, she was wearing a spoon and dyed her cheeks red. He showed a slightly troubling bare gesture, and when he pulled it out of his lips, he shrugged the porridge, and the braised horns.

"Yes, eat"

There's nothing I can do about getting a thick, shiny rice cooker close and my cheeks getting hot. No, I'm happy, I'm happy, but I'm embarrassed. As contagious as that is, Marie's face turns bright red as well.

"Hurry up. Embarrassing, because..."

When it comes to the cuteness of a crying face.

Though I ate in a hurry... Yeah, you don't know what this tastes like anymore. Telling her "delicious" with a sense of duty, Marie smiled like a flower blooming.

Nevertheless, Uridora, who kept eating guts, had her eyes pointed to the ceiling. My eyebrows are distorted by the heat emanating from the left and right, and I remember the illusion that even the taste changes, although it must be delicious.

"Sweet, I think I sprinkled some sugar. Then..."

I said that pompously, but there was no one to ask me.

Unbeknownst, Uridora secretly wept.