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

On a well sunny morning I took my laundry and went outside.

"It's cool, but it's sunny, so it's dry."

Because of the large number of family members, there is also a lot of laundry. Still no problem because the amount of stress is completely different compared to working overtime before the computer.

But I heard voices that seemed like the only way to stop a hand in such a laundry.

Sandra's crying.

"Wow! Ahhh!

How childish a cry sounds. I can't leave this alone.

"Sandra, what's wrong? Did you have a fight?

Sandra nods in the vegetable garden. My kids are close, so I rarely even see these crying places.

"Ugh... I don't want to cry... Even though the moisture drops and dries..."

That's a botanical idea...

"Azsa, look at your head. When I woke up in the morning, the leaves were bitten by bugs!

Speaking of which, some of the foliage that I can only see in my hair is shorter. Again, from the worm, we recognize it as a proper leaf...

But I can also see this crying. Even when I was in high school, I would have been so shocked to be depressed if my hair had been cut too much. Note that once, Yuhu Mama cut me off, but, well, I was 300, so I wasn't so shocked either.

"Hair is a woman's life, isn't it? It would be hard if they suddenly cut it short."

"We're going to lose the amount of photosynthesis we can do."

"Why are you crying, is that it?"

I was grieving in a different dimension from fashion.

"If you can't do much photosynthesis, you'll be hungry. You don't like it when Azsa doesn't even diet dinner, but you get one less freak, right?

"I know what you mean."

It's pretty painful to feel like you're losing money every meal.

Besides, my daughter is crying, and this is a problem we can't miss.

I crouched down and gently hugged Sandra.

Sometimes I have to show you what it's like to be a mother.

"Stay in the house until you feel calm today. That would be safer."

"I can't photosynthesize in the house, so I'm in trouble."

Not really, the story doesn't mesh......

"Well, why don't you just stay by my side now? I can get rid of bugs when they come. 'Cause I'm gonna spend as much time outdoors as I can."

Looking for herbs and many other things to do outdoors.

"Yeah. I will. And then... at night..."

Sandra was trying to be somewhat hard to say, but she said this in a blurry, small voice.

"I'm going to sleep in Azsa's room. If it's a vegetable garden, there might be bugs again."

All right! They're counting on you as a mother!

"Right! Yeah, 'cause my mom's gonna protect you!

I held Sandra tightly in my arms.

"No, it's also weird to be faced with a mother even though she's not a plant... You didn't grow up from seeds."

"It's tough on animals."

Although there still seemed to be a lot of mistakes, I decided to spend the day with Sandra.

Have a sandwich next to Sandra for lunch.

"Yeah, yum! Eat outside the house and you'll feel comfortable hiking and save!

"I could use more sunlight. But it doesn't feel good."

Sandra stands more poking, so it's somewhat unnatural, but it's the right way to communicate with the plant.

After that, Sandra and I went out to the nearby woods to find herbs.

"Ah, this grass is a bad guy who takes away our nourishment. I'll pull you out."

"Plants that pull out other grasses are cheesy with that..."

"Plants also compete for harsh survival. I may also need to evolve to include more poison in my leaves."

Is that an individual (?) Is that what you can do? Also, if I include poison halfway through, I feel that it will instead be targeted as a plant that can be used for medicinal purposes.

At dinner, Sandra was lying in the dining room.

But on the floor, not on a couch or something.

"... Hey Sandra, it's unusual when you're rolling in the corner of the room. At least take a seat."

Flattorte paid the most attention.

They even looked strange from the flatlutes.

"There's no need for that. I'm a plant. I'm taking my time here."

"Um, Sandra, you want some water?

"I'll make you feel better. I don't want it."

Living with plants, it's hard. It's not easy to think like a plant.

- And time before bed.

"Yeah, cute, cute! You look great!

"Really? This is hard to dive into the dirt and I don't really like it..."

I was wearing a pretty pyjama to Sandra. It has a number of lace embroideries.

I bought it quite a while ago, but there was no time at all for me to wear it. Even if they get in the dirt, it gets dirty...

"Well, but this room is safe with you. There's no sign of a bug. Sleep tight."

It doesn't look like Sandra or Mandarin. Yeah, good, good.

"I just need you to think of this place as your bedroom until the leaves grow. You can sing babysitters."

"No, stop that because it's loud"

There are many challenges to treating as a child entirely.

But hey, Sandra shifted her gaze to my bed.

"but... maybe we should sleep in the bed together today"

Okay! Okay! He's trying to make me steady and sweet!

"Of course, of course! Sandra's my daughter, too!

"Don't be much on the mother's side. Animals are animals."

Animal discrimination is deeply rooted. Deeply rooted only in plants......

Most of all, I somehow know that Sandra is trying to sweeten me.

Very good trend. Does that mean my love has come through too? I wonder if the effort is also bearing fruit.

But then.

- Concon, concon.

The door was knocked. I generally know who it is because of the sound.

"Falfa? What's the matter, man?

The door opens properly. Correct. Farfa, plus Sharsha standing in line.