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

Lycra was right, we got to the town of Widon lightly.

It's located so far away that it's mostly neighboring states, and quite low altitude among Nanterre states, but that's not long if it takes Lycra. In about forty minutes, we've already arrived.

And I came to the center of town.

"Yellow!"

That was my first impression.

Everyone walking down the street wears a yellow tiger face hat. It's not like a cap when it comes to hats, it's long enough to hide behind your head and back of your neck. They represent the torso of tigers in the back part.

"That's flashy ~! Just Mr. tiger! You have a white tiger hat too!

Farfa's observational eyes are sharp. Speaking of which, rarely, but not yellow, there's also a mix of white hats.

"By wearing this hat, I mourn St. Madqua eaten by tigers"

Ask Sharsha for commentary all the time.

"Fine, fine. Not busy."

Sandra seems to be groaning too, more importantly.

However, tiger hats were not the only feature.

There are many cases where you are pointing a thin wooden plate at your shoulder. Somehow, a giant ice cream stick.

"Hey, Sharsha, what's that stick?

"Strike that stick and deliver the sound to Saint Madquah"

I see. Music will be mandatory for the festival, and I guess that's what it is.

"There are all kinds of shops out there. They all look delicious!"

Farfa is blinded by stalls lining both sides of the street.

Yeah, it's just the edge. Bringing my daughter to an understandable festival so far, I don't think I guided her, and it's just fine.

Lycra, on the other hand, was somehow under tension.

I can see that right away. Lycra doesn't put that much in her mouth, but she gets a light look for it.

"Lycra, did anything unfortunate happen to you?

"... Actually, I just passed next to a place called the Widon Town Museum, but it was a closed day"

"You really like museums and stuff like that!

"Originally, I think a museum is open for holidays, but here we dare to close with the meaning of celebrating saints..."

Well, I do feel that the facility in that hand is open for a day off, but was that idea in this world as well?

"Well... it's close here, and if you're interested, you can come next time personally..."

"Yes. I will. This tiger festival was a no-mark, and I'd like to look into it again."

Wouldn't the festival be happy to interest you so much?

Well, the streets are pretty crowded, so there's a risk of getting lost.

And then Sandra had a lot of people, and they didn't seem to see much of the festival.

Do we merge here?

I move beside the road and crouch in.

"Sandra, I'll take your shoulder."

"This is childish, but, well, fine. I'll do it."

Sandra seemed to have some embarrassing parts, but she didn't refuse.

Most of all, we knew that when we did this, Farfa and Sharsha would ask us to do it ourselves.

A silent gaze from both of us can be directed this way.

"Farfa and Sharsha should hold hands with their moms, right? Is that okay?

"Yeah, Mom." "Yes."

I was convinced for a moment. Farfa on my left and Sharsha on my right.

"That's pretty good. The tiger hat is close to sight and powerful."

Sandra also seems satisfied with her better vision. If you're happy about this, it's easy for you as a mother.

It conveys that both daughters on both sides enjoy the festive air.

Yeah, it's just such a simple way to have fun. We'll go around the little town festival with the kids, that's all we need.

There were a lot of flashy things about our lives overall. That is, there are places where the size of an event becomes huge when the Demons are involved......

Relax and enjoy the small town festival today.

But I've noticed something uncomfortable again.

There's a familiar dish on the street somewhere.

Its name is Saucepan.

They add cabbage to the flour, flatten it, cook it on an iron plate, place pork on top of it, and finally cook the sauce from the top.

"This is not okonomiyaki due to its shape..."

It's not like I'm familiar with okonomiyaki, so maybe the details are completely different, but at least the shape of the finished product was very similar to okonomiyaki.

"Mother, do you care about that dish?

I hear Sharsha was listening to my scratch.

"That saucepan is a dish sold out during the tiger festival. If you're interested, you can try it."

"Dear Azsa, I, I was just getting hungry, so let's get ten or so, including your share"

"Lycra, I'm happy with your feelings, but how many sheets do you calculate eating per person?

I don't think the kids can eat two. Besides, I don't eat Sandra.

"No, I was wondering if you guys should eat about seven of my pieces, one at a time. Oh, seven is too much to eat... I'll make it five."

So, I may have meant to be quiet, but there are still a lot of them by common standards. It's the number of pieces that go into the workplace.

After that, I ate a saucepan in the empty seat at the table.

Again, it tastes like okonomiyaki... Quite close to that...... It doesn't even cost me any blue seaweed, though.

I had an unexpectedly bad feeling.

I thought it was a simple festival, but this wouldn't be another festival with odd traits, would it?

And that's when I was called out.

"What, they were here too? I thought I'd see you."

Mmm, this Kansai valve-like voice...

Moo, king of the kingdom of Sasa Sasa, stood.