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

But there were good things about the storm.

Even at bedtime, the storm only adds momentum, so I was supposed to sleep with the scared falfa. Yay!

"Mommy, of course, it's ringing..."

"Don't worry ~. Slowly, count slime and sheep"

"Yeah, I will. One slime, two slimes, but one merged with the original slime, another slime came, but one merged."

"You're one forever as a number, it..."

Farfa closes her eyes but still seems a little anxious and frightened. Still, sooner or later, it'll settle down.

"Sharsha fell asleep while meditating, but wow. Farfa can't do that."

I also feel that's just falling asleep, but I don't know......

Sharsha was falling asleep before Flattorte came home, so she took him straight to his room bed.

I beat the fear of the storm one way or another, and I'm going to compliment you on something quite amazing.

Farfa also ended up, about fifteen minutes later, starting to get a cute sleep. He was stronger to sleep than scared.

"Yeah, yeah, that's fine. Tomorrow, I'm sure the storm will pass."

I'd love to watch my daughter sleep all the time, but nighttime is bad for beauty, and let's just say I sleep too.

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The next morning.

I woke up on a pleasant morning sun.

I hear the storm has gone somewhere in the middle of the night. This is also what I read. I also knew it was the one that was fast passing.

"It would feel good to take a walk today. You're blowing up dust and stuff in the air."

If I thought my body was a little heavy, Farfa was clinging to me.

I don't feel bad about you relying on me. As a mother, I'm looking forward to it.

"Farfa, wake up. It's morning. It's a beautiful day."

I slowly loose the falfa.

"Oh, Mom... what about the storm?

"If you look outside, you'll see."

"The wind... it's not blowing! It's clear!

Farfa got up on the bed and jumped a little there.

Looks like someone who shook his hands up and won something.

"I feel like I've solved a very difficult problem of proof! I'm coming out! Mr. Kamakiri, I'm gonna get you!

"Yeah, go away"

I'm not sure if my words and actions are children or adults, but I'm pretty sure they look like falfa. It's best to live like yourself.

"It'll be awhile before dinner is ready, and you can play. It might be fun to play early in the morning with a different view."

"Yeah, call Sharsha too, I'm coming with you! Sandra is...... Kamakiri doesn't seem to like it, so we're both going!

They often don't like bugs for Sandra the plant. I don't like kamakiri either.

But Farfa, who popped out of my room, came back two minutes later.

He's soggy, so there's something wrong.

"What? Was Sharsha still asleep?

"Sharsha said she would meditate early in the morning..."

"Your meditation is my boom..."

In time, I'm a little scared to say I'm going into a convent or something.

Going out and hanging out with the two of us wasn't very good due to Sharsha's character, but Farfa went out fine again.

All right, I'll bake you a good sausage for Farfa for breakfast today. You must be hungry.

But around the time I stood in the kitchen to prepare breakfast...

"Wow! Mom, oh, my God, oh, my God!

Again, Farfa came into the house to jump in.

"What's going on? Were you even flying something horrible with the wind?

"Yeah, it's not like that."

Farfa shook his right hand small to the side.

"Sandra... Sandra..."

I was curious about the words.

No way, Sandra, you haven't been flown anywhere by the wind...?

He said it was okay because it's in the dirt, but he might have gotten off the ground alarmed and...

It is known how much Sandra weighed in on the child. If you storm yesterday, you risk being blown away if you don't pay attention.

No, this is the time to calm down. Falfa would be in trouble if I stayed.

Let's wait for Farfa to say something. Until then, I still can't decide anything.

"Sandra......................................................................................................................................................................................."

"What?"

When you say it in two choices, whether you know what it means or not, you have no idea what it means.

I can tell if you said you wore a hat.

But what do you mean, a hat grows?

I try to interpret rationally, as best I can.

"Did Sandra wear a hat that was flown from somewhere?

It's possible that a hat came to the plateau house by storm, isn't it?

"No, I'm not. Sandra's got a hat on her."

Rational interpretation was crushed.

It doesn't seem to be a metaphor or anything, it really means there's a hat growing.

It's hard to believe... I don't want to doubt Farfa, but hats aren't what they grow. I have lived three hundred years, but I have no experience of growing up. He also wears a black hat only.

Perhaps there are idioms in this world that I don't know about, "hats grow". Yes, I'm sure it is.

"Farfa, Mommy's gonna be out a little bit."

If you look at Sandra herself, you can solve the mystery quickly. Let's see it with these eyes.

I headed towards the vegetable garden where Sandra was always planted.

Well, I wonder what's going on.

"Morning, Sandra, I'm not afraid of yesterday's storm - buffoo!

I couldn't help but think.

'Cause...

There's something really grown like a hat!

Even the hat is shaped like a braided cassette worn by people from the Edo era.

What's going on? I turn around behind Sandra.

Something like a stick extends from around my neck, and that supports the hat-like thing over my head.

Probably a fellow mushroom......