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

And finally, the day has come to head for the music festival.

Also, by way of example, an organism that is too huge in the sky flies in.

Kuk was in shock, but we got used to it. It's Leviathan. This shade is better in Varnia.

After a while, Fatra came down.

"We invite you all as national guests. Can you come up to the top?

"Always good luck, Fatra"

"No, because this is also your job. By the way, Master Belzebub is not here at the meeting. Your daughter was crying and grieving that you two couldn't travel."

I may care too much, but I cared about the expression your daughter. The Belzebub one, I guess he's starting to think of himself as his own daughter...

Go up on Varnia and get the same explanation as before.

"We've had more new buildings since the last time, so I'll show you there too"

Yeah, what the hell is that?

When I came in, Mr. Bussler, a former slime militant, was punching a ball-shaped one dripping from the ceiling.

There are also several substitutes around which it is difficult to discern whether they are training or torture equipment.

"This is a training room, used today by Mr. Bussler"

"Ah, good job! I'm practicing to get the best of my bustler stream slime fist! How about you guys join us?

"I'm very good."

It's just that Lycra said, "I sweat here!," he said, joining.

After that I relaxed in a lounge room. I have a music festival program, so I'm looking at it.

Kuk also stood still there for a while, but eventually took his seat.

"I... I'm going to practice..."

"Ma'am, that's what happens to people on the side of the stage, right? You should practice until you have no remorse."

The rest of the members were turning the program around (translated so that they could read from the Demonic language for us).

The music festival takes place over three days.

The venue also takes place throughout the Vanzeld Castle and its exterior, with four major arenas, a cemetery stage, the original stage of the old execution site and a marshy landfill stage.

Close to the fest format, but the stage is generally creepy.

"According to the book I received from Mr. Belzebub before, he used to execute a lot on a festive day to celebrate the festival, its remnants"

The knowledgeable Sharsha taught me.

"I see...... I wonder if it feels like sacrifice."

"During the festival there are also parades under the castle and lots of shops out there, which seems daunting"

"Yeah. Well, I guess it's really flashy because it's what the Demons do"

Kuk's turn is on the second day, cemetery stage. The basics are standings, but seats are also available in the back. Thank you for this seat, Tombstone...

"And on the last day, the Demon King, who came out on the Grand Arena, re-establishes his covenant to rule the sound with the God of Sound, and becomes the curtain. It's just something that's supposed to have that kind of religious significance"

"The origins of the festival around there may be more or less the same in any world"

Just there, Fatra brought me honey water. This kid works really well.

"Basically, consider it a massive festival where music is also exchanged. National guests are invited to participate in the final day of the Demon King's performance, but are free to do otherwise."

"Then I guess I'll take a tour under the castle on the first day. There's something I'd like to stop by."

"You say you want to stop by?

It seems surprising to Fatra that I have that place.

"Look, now Ponderi must be living under the castle. I thought I'd show my face a little."

Ponderi is a cat beast who starved to death and became undead, and should now be opening 'The Game for You' in the castle town of Vanzeld Castle. I have been Neat for a long time, so I am in the profession of playing games with people because of a job that even Neat seems to be able to do.

Not least in her life, I got involved, and I was wondering if it was my duty to see how it went. Besides, I wanted to make sure that kid was working properly... I can't even say muscled Neat...

"Mr. Ponderi is doing well. At least we pay resident taxes indispensably."

"Criteria, right there"

I guess having enough money to pay residential taxes isn't a bad thing.

"But if it's a festival, maybe my Harkara Pharmaceuticals should have opened some kind of store."

As always, Harkara has a hard business soul. It's even like I've survived this commercial soul.

"Yes, some companies run stores for PR from all over the country. If you think you can observe this year, please submit an application to open the store."

"Yes, I get it!

"By the way, the application to open the store was also sold at this year's venue, and we are accepting the next minute from the day after the last day of the music festival. If you have a missing document, you are more likely to lose your vote, so please focus on what you fill out."

Something about this world, rules like peer magazine impromptu, is appropriate in a lot of places. No, I wonder if administrative work would make it the same everywhere......

"By the way, masquerade participants will also have a masquerade permit, please apply"

Sounds like an impromptu after all!

Peer magazine culture was universal. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

After a while Kuk and Lycra both came back sweaty.

"I had a pretty good practice." "I had a pretty good practice."

I didn't think practice would wear here.

Kuk had the face that he did what he had to do. The rabbit's ears are also stretched more perfectly without heart or than ever before.

Lycra was somewhat of a fun colluder with Mr. Bussler, who came later.

"Bussler flow slime fist, that's pretty deep. It's going to be even more functional when you incorporate it" "Right. Because it's an emphasis on efficiency." "Now we're going to take down the slime firmly!" Yeah, keep doing it. "

I wonder what it's like to say that you will slime down into a slime...... Mr. Bussler himself doesn't seem to care......

That day, we went for the castle as we pounded our tongues on Fatra's cooking.