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

Sandra was blending and using the soil she had brought back, and Farfa and Sharsha were using snow to make something quick, snow dwarf.

"Dwarves aren't this round, are they?

Rather, you're close to a snowman.

"Mom, snow dwarves are shaped like these balls"

"Folklore that continues in snowy areas from ancient times. It is also said to mean a Guardian that the Evil God does not enter"

"Is that what it is? As far as I'm concerned, if you enjoy it, that's your word."

Note that Lycra used snow and ice to make swans like crystals.

"Well, let's just say this is done for now."

"It's like a snow festival!

There's more to coagulation than that!

And then Rosalie and Halkara were having a "snowball fight". At least Rosalie claimed it was a snowball fight.

"Mr. Rosalee, you're cowardly! That's unlikely I'll win, right? Mr. Rosalee doesn't have a hit decision, does he? Oh, you make five snowballs at the same time and fly them or something! It's cheesy either way, even if you have a winning judgment!

"Harkara's sister, Atashi, it was my dream to snowball! Please!

"No, even if you ask me, I still cheat - wow!

Harkara was under intensive snowball attack.

Sorry, but just bear with me a little, Halkara......

"Mr. Rosalee, do this with Mr. Flattorte, who is cold but strong..."

I can also see Halkara saying that. Then even Rosalie and I could do each other.

"But Mr. Flattorte is cleaning right now."

Rosalie said as she twisted her neck.

Yes, Flattorte is weird.

I thought the work of the kingdom of the dead was very satisfactory for Frattorte, but I had a little problem.

For example, the day Flattorte was on cleaning duty.

"I'm taking it seriously..."

I was so thoroughly cleaning that Lycra wouldn't do it so well.

Anyway, I even moved the shelves and tables to clean them.

Is that good before you move or when you clean up?

"Yi, to. Ichigo. Ichigo. I hope this is the end of the dining. Sir, should we clean the room, too?

"No, that's fine... I'll do it myself..."

It's going to be treated as garbage and thrown away until what I don't normally recognize as garbage if it's flattorte right now, so it's dangerous around the plants I'm drying.

"Don't feel comfortable saying it. Because Flattorte serves your husband only."

"Oh yeah...... I'll tell you if I can think of anything..."

On the day of cooking duty, the stew was simmered in a pan for five hours.

"You know... what if I made it an easier dish...? I've been working on dinner since before I finished my lunch...?

"No. It's tough if it's every day, but it's only when you come around on duty, so it's okay"

She replied with a slight smile.

"Later, if I stayed close to the fire all the time, I wouldn't be tired as a blue dragon?

"I'm fine for a little while. Master, please relax."

Nico!

I saw such a slight grin that I was likely to hear such an effect.

Meanwhile, I saw something unfamiliar and had a tight bitter laugh.

When humans see things they don't understand, they just have to laugh.

"Weird...... Flattorte is behaving better...... I'm like a maid who can..."

I guess even the evil spirits rode over in the Kingdom of Sasa Sasa. Ever since I threw up my cold braces, there's obviously been a change in character.

Lycra also didn't seem to know how to handle Flattorte's leopard weirdness.

"Uhm...... It's not the usual flattorte, is it? I can't find any lazy, awkward elements at all."

"Lycra's in a strange state."

"Yes. In a nutshell, I'm scared"

I thought that expression was terrible, but I was pretty scared too.

"Ah, Lycra. Pick up and drop off the factory in Harkara today, shall we?

"Don't be weird! Are you sure it's Flattorte? You're so attentive! You don't possess evil spirits, do you?

I'm thinking evil spirit theories up to Lycra!

"Ha ha. Master Frattorte is not weak enough to be possessed by evil spirits. Lady Flattorte is always the same."

"No, the gutsy elements are disappearing... You didn't cook such a hassle before, did you? More than just cook the meat! - It was a simple dish."

Just baking the meat and sprinkling the salt is pretty tasty, and it's not like Flatlete's cooking is bad, but Flatlete's cooking was less of a procedure anyway.

"Oh, 'cause you've been rambling at the evil spirits. Because of that, my heart is so upset."

Does that mean you're completely relieved of stress?

I slapped Lycra in the ear.

"Hey, could Flattorte be a great 'good boy' when he's thoroughly rampaged and stressed out?

"Maybe so...... Maybe this one is the real girlfriend who lives in that bloody blue dragon and can live in peace like this..."

"But you want me to be in this flatlte?

I asked the ultimate question.

Lycra immediately shook her head to the side.

"This one puzzles me. I'm sorry."

"Right. The gap is too intense."

"But she's not brainwashed or anything, and she can't deny that she's come to live seriously solid. We have to leave everything to her."

"Best."

I can't say enough that there's really no chance I've reviewed my way of life.

It would be a terrible story to say that it is forbidden to be serious because it has been a good idea before.

"But... I can feel safer about the flattorte before..."

With a face that seemed like Lycra was hanging up, I was watching Flattorte simmering a pot of stew.

The stew that day was soft enough to melt the moment the meat was put in my mouth and was well received by everyone.

I stopped because I was about to do the washing even though it was other family duty too......

When you do it, people are different......