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

"Phew, phew, phew."

"Flattorte, it can't be. Whatever you yawn, hide your mouth with your hands."

During breakfast, Lycra slammed the great yawn of Flattorte.

Indeed, it was enough yawning to worry that my chin had come off.

"What are you talking about? Yawning is something that comes naturally. I mean, it's not Lady Flattorte's fault. You should be able to yawn as much as you want."

If Lycra pointed me out more or less, Flattorte would also say it back, but it was too flattorte-like an opinion.

"Still, there will be something called manners. Yours is too bad."

"There's not even a cold brace out there yawning, so you're not bothering me. If you care about the details, it's hard to be alive. You should probably live. That's where peace comes from!

Hey, Lycra's been looking at me.

This says, "What do you think of Lady Azsa?" The face. "

"Uh-huh... I don't care that much... I think this would be acceptable. Instead, Lycra can be so serious sometimes that you can do it with ease"

"As far as I'm concerned, this kind of life is much more stressful and makes me ill..."

Lycra sighed haha.

"I see, telling a serious person to suddenly be texty is that also cruel"

You're asking me to do something different than the usual pace.

"Besides, it's a strange story to get the word out of Flattorte's mouth that it's peaceful. Didn't the Blue Dragon fight all the time..."

"That might be best for you..."

They even applied for a power comparison when I went...

- And Flattorte's complexion changed.

My hands are sifting a little. I feel very blue on my face too.

"Ugh... it's not good..."

"What's going on? Sudden illness? The one you should go to the doctor?

I can't really imagine the dragon being sick, but it'll be about as bad as it gets. If it was a flat lutte, I'd pick it up and eat it...

"Heh, it's because of peace..."

What do you mean?

"These days, because it was so peaceful, my body is looking for a struggle..."

Fighting comes out in such a withdrawal form!

"Master, compare your powers... I want to go to the village of Frata and compare your powers with the people of the village in order..."

"No, no! Everyone in the village is going to die!

"By the way, you don't have to fight yourself. It's okay to see someone fighting someone...... I just need to see something incandescent."

"Even if I say incandescent..."

Words that don't suit a laid-back region like this.

That's when the door was knocked on.

When I opened it, it was Wyvern in the role of carrying the letter. Wyvern would be something of a demonic relationship.

"You're Azsa, the witch of the plateau. This is Sir Belzebub."

Receive a letter from Wyvern. Quickly, I'll open it on the spot.

First, it was a single flyer that caught my eye.

Bullfighting festival held!

Struggle again this year at the Second Coliseum in Castle Downtown Vanzeld!

In front of the Coliseum, we also do a beef fest!

Sponsored Minotaur Cultural Preservation Heritage Society

"Bullfighting festival......? When you say minotaur, your face is a cattle demon."

The other was Belzebub's letter.

It says come if you're free next time there's a bullfighting festival.

"Mr. Wyvern, just wait a minute."

When I took the paper for my notes, I wrote:

Copy that, Belzebub.

"Pass this to the Minister of Agriculture. You can send it to the Department of Agriculture."

Wyvern received the paper and flew away.

I didn't pay for the postage, but you'll probably get it done on delivery at Belzebub's.

But it could have been perfect as the timing of the invitation.

I stood in front of Flattorte and showed that flyer.

"Flattorte, there's an event that's going to be a bloody meat leap. Looks like you can eat meat, too. Look, this!

"I did it -! Now we can dissipate!

Flattorte stood up vigorously with his fork and knife in his grip. Sounds like a declaration of victory.

"Flattorte, it can't be!

Lycra was also frustrated.

Maybe Lycra will enjoy it too, so bear with her... The hood seems to be fuller.

By the way, looking at the flyer again, that's a lot of scratching. Is bullfighting a minotaur culture? And can the Minotaurs behave like beef dishes? Doesn't that make you feel like you're eating together?

No, it's very natural for big fish to eat small fish, and big birds eat small birds munchkins, and I wonder if that's what it is. Human beings don't know the values around here. I guess if Minotaur is good.

Ask Belzebub when you go. You should be able to guide me anyway.

After that, we had a slightly more detailed meeting with the Demons, etc., and Fatra was going to take us on board.

Does that mean you can eat Varnian food? Varnia's cuisine is excellent, so that's one of the pleasures of the journey again.

It's just that about six o'clock the night before the appointment...

The sky, which was darkening, became even darker.

I'm pretty sure the cause is Leviathan, but haven't you been off all day?

Fatra and Varnia came to the house later.

"Sorry, if I moved to avoid being late, I would have arrived much earlier than planned. Could you stay?

Fatra has carefully bowed her head.

"Look, so I said I could get out slower ~. My sister is too neat ~"

Varnia was rarer.

This sisters are both serious and texty......

"Yes, yes, stay..."