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

"Well, it doesn't matter who those guests are."

"That's not what I'm saying!

"Rather, it's more important to adore your daughters. No, guys, they're cute. Don't say a week, but you can give me a hundred years or so."

This demon clan overspeaks luxury.

Belzebub is made of his daughters. Belzebub, if Farfa told you to do something wrong or something, you're really going to do it. Because there's no way Farfa would ask you to do that, I'm worried.

Where we were talking about that, Norsonia flew in.

Literally, they flew in using butterfly feathers.

"Azsa, we're done!"

"Well, it's not a rare demon race again."

From what Belzebub said, it became clear that Norsonia was a demon tribe.

But before I do, do you want me to tell you what she was doing in her room?

"Norsonia, what the hell is done?

"There's so much, could you come over to the room?

When we walked into Norsonia's room...

There were a number of machines for weaving and finished garments.

"Thank you, Azsa, for saving your life for that verse! This is the finest silk robe ever! We've made it a combination of witchcraft and luxury!

"Oh! Thanks!

I got something more complete than I imagined!

"We made clothes for others! It's a dress for kids to go away with socks that won't tire them no matter how much they run through the wild mountains!

My daughters were shining their eyes on this.

"I don't know who it is, but thanks sister!

"A mysterious traveler, expressing his greatest gratitude"

"... Oh, thank you. I'm not sure who it is."

You don't really know who you are if you take it to your three daughters.

Then there was not only clothes ahead, but duvets, towels to do and suck water, whatever. Norsonia gave me a gift.

"No, thank you. Sorry you got this far..."

"I'm glad the eagle got the repayment done too!

Yeah, yeah. I haven't even got the answer to that.

"When did I help you?

There's no such thing as a comma in my memory that saved someone with such feathers.

"Is that it? Did you forget? It was about two hundred and thirty years ago now. You picked up where you were drowning..."

Somewhat, she has a disappointing face.

When is it really? I want to know the opposite. It's a lot to help such a thick character and forget about it.

"This village at the foot of this, is it called the village of Frata? The eagle's parents were on a pilgrimage in hiding."

It wasn't even a lie, but unfounded, about a pilgrimage journey...

"However, the eagle was still about this size."

Norsonia vacated her thumb and index finger a bit, indicating the length.

Weird. About seven centimeters?

"Little! Size of a fairy! No, no... you won't forget that experience! We'll remember each other!

"I'm sure he wasn't what he is."

I said it like Booshiri and Belzebub were out there.

Belzebub, a demon, seems to have the truth.

"Yes, it is. By then, right? Uh, I have a childhood painting."

Norsonia took out the sketchbook. Is it a book that depicts the design of clothing?

"This is it!

The painting Norsonia showed - was a green, noodle-moving butterfly larvae.

"Shock BeforeAfternoon!

"He's a clowler. Crowlers are indistinguishable from butterfly larvae at an early age. And then it gets bigger and bigger, and it grows to be about our size, and it becomes like a butterfly."

Belzebub explained it to me, but you can't know that......

"At that time, my eagle parents were going shopping, and eagles were being put on leaves. I just fell out of balance and out of the leaves and into a puddle..."

Did the fabrication of drowning when you went to the village of Frata also represent some fact?

"I thought it was over then. Even when it came to the puddle, it was the same for the eagle and the Great Sea Plains...... But Mr. Azsa, who put it through there, used a chopped leaf to rescue me!

Norsonia looks at me, with her eyes slightly loud, but I still can't remember.

"I still can't forget what I said then." Even the blueworm doesn't really want to touch it, so use the leaves... ""

Well, I think I'm saying something reasonably terrible, okay?

"Thanks to you, the eagle was able to grow up safely fifty years ago. And I set up a personal office for clothing, and I was able to be independent, so I came to repay you for that!

"Oh well. I don't remember at all, but I guess that's what I did."

Perhaps I saw a blue bug suffering from a puddle, so I got a little bit of a merciful heart. If it was the Gezigezi system that would stab me, I think it would have gone through.

"Since then, the eagle has been trained to use all kinds of fibers such as spider yarn, silk yarn and feathers to make the most comfortable garments. It would be an honor to show you some of that achievement!

Even an inch of worm had the word five-minute soul, but sometimes worms get that big.

Rosalie was crying "Isn't that a good story......" but as far as I'm concerned, it didn't have enough impact to impress me. All I would have felt was that I helped the bug......

Life, you should do even a few good things.