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

"... but because it is still what cautioned the elementary school students"

Only Ost-Ande's voice can be heard from the hairy balls.

"No, no. He said it wasn't really Ost-Ande's fault. Besides, I'm not even hurt."

Keep your hands on your head, but it's not a bump.

"... but we can also say that there are more problems than certain, injuries, etc."

You're terribly frightened. When I get so frightened, this one gets sorry.

"Because there's nothing wrong with Ost-Ande! Look, come out! Hate sin and not death!

"... take care of it, it hurts"

Finally Ostoande put his face out of the hairy balls. He was such a polite god. I think it's too much.

I took my head off too, so I let go of my hand from my head.

Then...

"Ah."

- And Sharsha spoke up.

"What? I don't think I'm hurt. Even the leaves on your head when you fell?

Sometimes being level MAX and being entrusted with weird work, I think it's one thing to be thankful that your body has grown sturdy.

"Mother... there are more problematic things..."

Sharsha looks serious, you piece of shit, she looks somewhere as complicated as a bitter laugh.

What do you mean?

"Tell me specifically! I care!

"Mother, I want you to do your hand on my head again"

Hands on the head. Something soft on my head.

"Myself, I want to lend you a mirror, so take a look..." he called Moo from behind.

With a hand mirror handed to me, I look at my face.

I had cat ears on my head.

"Uh-oh! Oh, my God, this. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

To that voice came the rest of the family.

"Wow! Mom, you're a cat! Cute!

Farfa hugged me. Yeah, that's fine, but not the other way around.

Harkara nodded, "Master, is that your hobby?" Stop. Don't show understanding.

Sandra was gently pulling "Ugh..." Stop. That kind of reaction hurts.

"Oh, you've grown something," Flattorte responded swallowing. Stop being such a jerk.

"Oh, you've got a cat soul in there," Rosalee analyzed concretely. That scares me.

And Lycra showed the most intense reaction.

At first, Lycra looked at me, and she was silent.

"A, Dear Azsa...... or it's cute...... This is... that... is too cute and annoying..."

Blurring and twitching, he covered his reddish face with his hands.

"What's that 'dull'? What do you mean?"

"As painful as my heart is, or as cute as it is..."

Can I be happy with this? That's not true......

"Ah, if you look closely, the cat's tail is growing too! What's happening now?

I got eyes on Ostoande.

"... I'm relieved to hear you say you don't care"

Oh, so Ostoande knew this had happened. I was sorry if I did it, because of this...

"No, I just said I don't care about bumping into you and falling, and these special situations are different again..."

"... uh. … that. … then."

Slowly Ostoande tried to escape into the hairball, so he forced his hair open.

"Don't run away! Tell me the solution!

"... because I pay compensation"

"No! I want to know the solution! Because I'm not asking for compensation!

I need to find a way out of Ost-Ande.

For some reason, my consciousness turned to weird.

One of Ostoande's hairs fluttered.

The hair made me do something like a cat punch.

"Your body's on its own!

Like cat instincts, they react to shaky things!

Now - it's in my sight that Flattorte's tail is bulking.

"Nyah!

Pi and I jumped over the tail, and I grabbed the tail.

"Also, your body is on its own!

"Master, suddenly attacking your tail is not a good idea. Attacks on the tail are irregular without prior notice."

I'm not attacking you, I'm reacting...

All the while, looking up at the sky, many translucent cats were floating.

Is that the ghost of a cat...... There are more than I thought.

The ghost of the cat entered my soul in part so I could see it......

"While you've been away for a little while, it's been a pleasure."

When I thought I heard a slightly colder voice, Nana Nana grabbed a drink and was on her way.

"It's not a pleasure."

"When it comes to spiritual relationships, we specialize, so let's hear your story"

Maybe we should rely on Nana Nana and the others here.

Anyway, Ostoande is clearly turning a blind eye. I don't know what to do for sure.

"... If you write in an essay or something that you don't specialize in, you will be greatly ashamed of yourself later. It's safe not to say anything you don't know."

Even though I'm a reaper, I don't know if I specialize in spiritual souls.

But it would definitely be a rare case. If so, can it be that I don't know?

"Nana Nana, can you please?

"You're not going to put a nun on the end of the story."

Am I really right to rely on this guy......

●

We were led to Ms Nana Nana's house (the tomb of the ministerial class, to be precise).

The interior is hollow, so we can also have meetings.

It's a little moldy, but I guess if I take it to a ghost, I'll have no problem.

"Looks like the soul of the cat has entered Mr. Azsa's soul. Occasionally."

Nana Nana said it like any other HR, but instead I feel like a professional opinion and I can trust it.