While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

I am shaken by the itching and shaking of my body.

I just subtly feel a strange force that rips my body apart. What the hell is this?

……

When I opened my eyes, Farfa and Sharsha stood on both sides of me, shaking and waving me asleep in bed.

It's just that the way the two shake is off, so the force is applied so that the body contracts to the center or, conversely, is torn to the outside.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on."

Only Sharsha is always a beat slower! Even two people like twins get character in places like this - and not if they're freaking out about emotions.

"It hurts, stop shaking me anymore!

"Oh, my mom's up!

"Good, good"

Farfa chuckled and Sharsha smiled slightly at his mouth.

Still, Sharsha is becoming more and more emotionally expressive. I didn't even laugh before.

"All this time, my mom's asleep and she's not waking up, so I'm worried and I'm here to call her."

"It's time for a meal. It's too late to wake up."

Seriously. If you look at the clock, it's certainly an hour and a half slower than usual.

"Oh well... I just got home from the Demon Castle..."

In the castle of the devil tribe, there were so many things, so I guess I was tired. He was sleeping well in his used bed.

"Who's on breakfast duty today? It shouldn't have been me..."

Meals are on duty in this plateau house. I mean, I think I was Lycra today, but was Lycra woken up properly?

Heading to the table, a large number of cookies were placed.

It was put down, or it was loaded.

Besides, each of the two large plates is stacked separately.

What, this... It's a business level...... Are you even going to have a big eating tournament...?

"Ah, good morning, Master Azsa"

Lycra also looks somewhat tired, but she'll be freaking tired of traveling.

Just to be clear, it's weirder not to get tired of going on a trip.

"Lycra, what's this cookie? I don't mind cooking breakfast."

Except for the fact that I'm thirsty, cookies don't have any particular disadvantages. It seems nutritious.

"Actually, this is..."

Then New Face came out from behind Lycra.

"Master, have a cookie made by Flattorte!

This kid is a flat lutte. Unlike Lycra, it stands out very well because it grows horns and tails, even when it looks like a person.

"I'm sure it tastes better than Lycra's cookies!

Flattorte tried to push Lycra away, but the loser and Lycra stomped on it.

"That's not true. My cookies taste better. Because I also know what Azsa likes to taste like."

"Hmm, they were just flattering me like that and saying it was delicious!

"You're a rude person! That's the bad thing about the Blue Dragon!

Yeah, I know what's going on more or less with this statement.

Speaking of which, you were talking like we were going to have a Sweets showdown on Leviathan when we got home from the Devil's Land. That, I thought it was momentum on the spot, but he really did.

"I get it. Then let's not decide fairly which one tastes better."

Both of them nodded cozily as they were convinced. Are you breathing unexpectedly? It's the same dragon, and even if it's breathtaking, it's not weird.

"So, me, Halkara, Farfa, Sharsha, we'll decide which one tastes better."

"That's not good." "I think so, too."

The two of us denied it. I knew you were breathing.

"Because I only made cookies that your husband thought were delicious"

"That's what I'm thinking too. And if the four of us review it, we might end up with a draw."

This is a development that will leave me with remorse no matter which way I fall......

When I took my seats, two plates, each lined up with a few cookies.

In order to protect fairness, the author leaves it unknown.

"Your husband will choose Flattorte for sure!

"Given Dear Azsa and my long relationship, there's no way you can win!

If they bother me, I want them to stop because it makes it hard to eat them deliciously...

Anyway, shall we have a late breakfast? If this tastes good, it's all good.

First, the plate to the right.

"Oops, butter flavor works, light texture. Not so bad."

I went on to try about three of them, but they are a pretty high level dish.

If you rejoice, you'll know the author, so you're both silent with a strange face.

Followed by a left plate towards it.

"This one, you're crushing the fried beans and putting them in. This makes the texture interesting. I don't know, this, it was in Japan, I feel close to the sweet shears made with carbonated water in the dough"

"Dear Azsa, so which victory? I know I won anyway."

Lycra stands before me.

When they say that... this, that's hard...

Because it looks like a cookie, but the concept is different than I imagined. So it's hard to decide which one tastes better or what.

"Come on, which is it? Winning is flattorte, isn't it!

Is Flattorte confident too, he came out before me.

What shall we do...... I want to avoid developments where one of them gets hurt by answers that are lost in judgment...... If the flavor has obvious advantages and disadvantages, I can still say it with ease...

While I was lost, their faces were slowly filled with confidence. In a nutshell, it was a Doya face.

It's hard to say at last......!