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

The clothes are slightly white. Anyway, white.

That's probably...

I gently went around to the front and it was Sirona, after all.

I only spoke to Sirona. They were here right.

"You were here, Sirona!

"Wow! Don't speak up all of a sudden, mother-in-law"

"Um, I'd like you to refrain from calling me stepmother where there are too many people..."

He looks seventeen, so he can be seen with weird eyes. The elves in this area are usually young looking, too.

"It's true, can't you, stepmother?"

I'm telling you on purpose.

"By the way, Sirona, what are you having today?

This kid even has a thing about white colors to eat. Beautiful brunette, yet white and thorough, to resist it, anyway.

"It's a peach. The stalls are more or less peachy."

He looked at me as to what I was taking for granted.

"No, 'cause peaches aren't that white. Well, can't we just eat something that's really white in color? I'm relieved."

"This is white peach"

"You mean that!

"I would never eat yellow peaches. It's only white peaches."

I want you to focus as much as you like already. No one stops it.

"By the way..."

Sirona looked around for a moment.

"Where are your sisters?

When you meet Farfa and Sharsha, it feels refreshing to meet a thankful senior. You're clearly treating me differently.

"You should be in that corner. I guess they're lining up in some stall. Oh, big win."

Two people lined up in a row of peach tarts and were just buying.

Apparently, the two people who looked back noticed me and came this way.

"It's Mama and Sirona."

"Hello, sister Sirona"

The way we both call it is "Mr. Sirona"...... Sirona looks older, so you have to...... My surroundings, my relationships are too complicated.

"Oh, thank you very much... Sisters..."

Sirona was easy to understand and stiff.

Around here, I guess there's something like the finesse of the mind that only the spirits of the slime know from each other. It's a total mystery to me because I've never been the Spirit of Slime.

And I had the face of operational success (I don't know strictly because I don't have a mirror).

You didn't meet Farfa and Sharsha very often because Sirona doesn't come to our house very well, did she? Apparently, it's the type of personality that can't come without a reason.

But it's not that uncommon.

My thoughts were more skewed because they were based on more and more guys coming for no reason, like Belzebub.

So the place called Peach Festival was just fine. The festival would have made it easier for Sirona to come, as she would have felt light enough to see me.

"Do you want peach tart too, Mr. Sirona?"

"No, I'm sorry to entertain your sister. Instead, the eagle will treat you!

That's crazy.

"The work of my sister, Mr. Sirona, I can hear it a lot"

"No, not yet. Sister Sharsha, she's so cute today."

Compliments are also cluttered. Sirona is more socially alive, so this is what happens.

Let's just say that.

The three seem to have begun to talk amicably, and I gently move elsewhere.

The connection between the Spirits of Slime is also important.

I line up in rows of peach juice.

A hundred percent peaches, so gorgeous.

But a few people lined up ahead, they looked familiar.

The person said, "Give me the crap that I do the most," so I was sure.

"Yuf, your mom was here, too."

"Oh, it's not Azsa. I finally found you."

Yeah, I was contacting Yufu's mom, too.

"Because of this, let's have some time without water for parents and children ~"

At the time I bought the juice too, that's what my waiting Yuhu mom suggested.

"Right."

Parent-child participation in the festival is also a good thing. I have fun that I don't have as a kid.

The two of us sit on the bench.

"Are you doing well as a parent, too?

"I have a stepdaughter, so I guess the difficulty has increased a bit"

"Ahhh. I know, I know."

"Yuf, Mama, do you really know?

Some people say they'll know when they do, but that sounds like a close reaction.

"That's pretty much why the members who spoke up came. But I haven't seen the face of my life yet."

"Sister, I'm here too ~"

I knew right away with that voice.

Pecora came on a small run.

From behind, Belzebub looks tired. Well, good luck as an entourage.

"Oh, not Pecora."

"Thank you for your help in the magic delivery, Yufu the Spirit who did."

The two of them started greeting each other. Right, with a magic delivery connection......

More importantly, its own network seems to be twitching.

"Sister, let's line up at that peach stall over there together!

"You've already eaten that one."

"Stay with me there as a sister"

Forced me to be pulled away.

Ma'am, do you want me to hang out with you about this? I had Yufu's mom hang out with me, too.

But Pecora passed through the peach stall.

Hey Eh Peach Painting Exhibition Corner

"Sister, you care more over there, don't you?"

"No! Oh, no! I'll be back!"

I pulled Pecora back forcefully.

Don't show interest in the weird part!

Let's just say I'm glad that one day, everyone, seems to have enjoyed their respective peach festivals. It was big enough to go around in a day.

It's just...

"I guess I won't have to eat peaches for a while..."

I crushed so on my way home, over a dragon form of lycra.

I'm tired of whatever it takes because the stalls were thorough and peachy......

Pecora and I decided to eat a bunch of extra peach dishes. The Demons eat a lot too...

"Right ~. I drink too much peach alcohol too, it's a little tight..."

Halkara also had a blue face behind her.

"It's always the case in your case!