Yukimo and the Fight - Ingredients The Devil Tribe Loses Himself to Differences

”It” had just been given life.

And ”it” awakens consciousness.

Since its birth in this world, it has been a defensive instinctive awakening of consciousness due to several awakenings -, the perception that the surrounding voice turned its attention to itself.

"... As His Highness revealed, I was with the best collector of cold-blooded beasts of our time, but I am just afraid for your wisdom eye, which was focused on this precious and quickly revealed to you.

A shallow, black-skinned man in a coarse piercing coat, wearing a metal, somewhat sculpted collar, offers his words of respect and gratitude to the little woman in a well-groomed dress, although they seem to be bar-reading.

Stay on your knees and keep your short pruned brown head down. There, the difference between the hard to move up and down can be seen.

A man tells a woman - a difference in identity - it's a term that describes the entire social year of a creature of the type Human. ”It” originally already possessed such knowledge, but does not question the very matter. Because that's how you accept the logic of the world when you're born.

"Well, I've heard that the period of time that the demonic slaves captured, no matter, were servants, has been quite long, but why, it's something I want to be aware of. I don't like being flashy and decorative very much. Allow me to devote myself unofficially.

A man's nervousness eases for a moment in the words from the little woman 'Your Highness', who speaks with a slight drop of her hips, but from behind Her Highness there lies a slightly withered woman's voice.

"My lord Milian Rune, I will be scolded by the deacon if I am spoken to lightly by such a lowly captive.

Her Royal Highness turned her face only slightly towards the woman with the dead voice and said away slightly stronger.

"What are you saying, Riml? It is the role of the Exchangers who are unjustly abducted in our territory and who are forced to enslave poor people who have endured long and painful ordeals. ─ ─ Moreover, His Majesty the True King has instructed me directly about this rare beast. Besides, there seems to be a saying in the world," If you go to the dragon's nest, you won't get dragon scales. "

"There are no more dragons in this world!

Returning that unbeaten is the distinctive black look of a female servant - a tall woman dressed in so-called maid clothes, who seems to be way past middle-aged - Riml. She has short, red and black hair with blue eyes, but has many deep wrinkles engraved on her skinny face.

Meanwhile, His Highness the Millian Rune was called the girl the man was thankful for, and this one is healthy white, but Ms Riml is either pathologically white.

Are you dreaming? and ”it” I think. I know that dreams are also like video floating behind your brain when you're asleep, or a pseudo-experience that isn't real, but ”it” doesn't question itself as to why you have such knowledge.

And it's very hard to admit that I'm currently overlooking the whole scene where the conversation is taking place, even though I'm closing my eyes.

But instinct speaks. That this is the reality I'm experiencing right now, and that it's never a dream.

"This is what Margaretta calls a rare beast, similar to a dragon..."

The 15-6-year-old girl, known as Her Royal Highness the Milian Rune, who still seems to need a little time to speak of a woman (Lady), Her Highness glances at that little animal quite intriguingly. The elegant dress suits well, with gold thread embroidery loosened on the white, and on the apex of the blonde's long hair, the platinum tiara sits down and the staring eyes glow deep in enerald blue. Small, perhaps in a few years, you must grow up to be an attractive woman, with both elegance and beauty.

"Sure, Master Margaretta is a person, and you've actually seen dragons, just one person. What the hell is' this' to do with that Margareta and call him a rare beast?

”It” awakened at that moment.

"Rare Beast," Her Royal Highness called it, that little animal, and perhaps a creature that doesn't seem to be a mammal. That's who I am.

Still, on the back covered by thin, tender-looking scales that look like juveniles, you can see things like dry fins, or batwing wreckages, which may seem really rare, but are just disgusting 'unusual lizards' so to speak.

Now, when one first determines one's stance on a given stage, it is the reason of the world that one's appreciation on the spot becomes so arrogant and so modest that one feels low that one thinks it is high.

In addition, such things as beauty and ugliness are only subjective perceptions, so they are only too fragile and extremely disgraceful to be used as a criterion for value judgment.

Nevertheless, what if we have to convince ourselves that the value criterion on the stage today is first and foremost only the first impression of appearance, and we decide that its self-esteem is never high? The more humble the stance you base yourself on, and the longer the period until a certain assessment is added, the more this stance must be fixed in a solid position.

"Oh, yeah. But I didn't think it would catch His Highness's attention. This, this - ingredient,... yes, they, the Demons, when flirting with so many feasts, are saying specially, - somewhere far away, that, yes, certainly far south, from the back of Afar's Great Forest, will be taken with eggs and new ecology, and I also see that this may be the third time, no, the exact same thing.

How far-fetched His Highness the woman is, or standing behind her, may be pressured by the prestige of several armored knights - but the man seems to be speaking after choosing his words and thinking. In the meantime, although there was little confidence in the part called 'Behind the Great Forest of Afar' as I suddenly recalled, the others are extremely suspicious attitudes.

"Is that the entrance to the Great Lift Canyon? Even in neighboring countries, there are very few cold-blooded beasts. I'm sure there are different cold-blooded species in the southern countries. Limul, maybe there's a real dragon in the Grand Canyon.

"It's just fake dragons with meaningless wings, such as snake dragons and dragons. It is no longer a fairy tale, such as the mythical True Dragon of Heaven (Zenlong).

Apparently, Her Royal Highness looks like a maniac for something called a Cold Blood Beast, and the lady with the name Riml, if she's going to agree poorly, might be something like Her Royal Highness's "Leap to the Fire of Ambition" that she's going to go looking for herself.

And I realize that among its cold-blooded beasts, especially here, it is rated a rare species - a rare species - that is, a rare beast.

I understand that I am not the type of true dragon, but I guess it is an extremely rare cold-blooded beast brought from somewhere far away, reminiscent of its appearance. The important point here is whether Her Royal Highness is a 'eating maniac' or a 'pretty maniac'.

Even when it comes to the same enthusiast Mania, there is a difference between heaven and hell there for the person to whom it is directed.

But..., the rare beast thinks. What was this weird lizard brought here for, from afar?

(- Wait a minute, didn't the man who said he was a servant of this demon clan say it was an "ingredient"?

The rare beast tries to refute what the surrounding conversation means.

Most thankfully, I tried to eat myself, ”they” ─ the Demons don't seem to be here.

"But Margaretta said that in the old days there was probably a dragon kingdom around there. Uh, I called you Yuscario. What kind of rare beast do you see?

The man who was a servant was named Yuscario.

(─ The fact that Euskalio was a servant of the Devil's clan seemed to make sure that they were going to eat themselves, but now what these guys are talking about is that they are going to eat themselves and eat them?

In case this is a dream, I can't believe I'm an ingredient. It would be greatly appreciated if only the demons who were called "them” considered themselves delicacies were now rescued from them. But I don't feel like it's going to be such a convenient story in my own disgusting appearance.

If it is to be achieved, the rare beast only prays that he is not expected as a "delicacy” to the humans who surround him today.

"Yes. The face is like a neoplasm of a dragon, but a body as long as a snake. Your name just came up, I think it might be a mixed species of snake dragon, also known as a plume snake, and some kind of plume species.

Increasingly, I'm not sure about Yuscario's words.

(- But am I such a rare solid?

"According to Margaretta, the dragon she confronted, with more vicious claws and fangs, on the thorny tail, the excess bat wings on its body. Most importantly, I heard that blood is a species as hot as hot water.

Rare beasts gaze at themselves. Even so, the beast, who seems to be himself, keeps his eyes closed, and the dreamy looking footage doesn't give him a zoom up.

"Sure, there's something like a feather like this, but it's about decorative and not very flyable. It's four legs, but it won't support the length of this body, it'll have to move like a snake. Of course..." Hi, I'm like a creature of an incapacitated body. With that being the case, Yuscario touches me with his hands under his body. "He is such a cold creature.

While listening to this story, myself - the rare beast - continues to pretend that I slept intentionally. It is fear that if the treat moves poorly, he may be stabbed in the stomach by those who worry about running away.

For this reason, I can open my eyes and twist my neck, and I can't even see the body.

"That's right. If I could fly with this, it would seem good to be a cold-blooded beast or just a dragon child.

"Aren't you a demon? Of course, Captain Margaretta. I don't think any of the crusaders will miss it.

"That's right, Margaretta liked it and told me, so there's no mistake in Cold Blood Beast. Besides, we hear that at the same time that the Demon King was destroyed, all the Demons were returned to the Demon Realm, and there is no way that the Demons would feed their people in the first place." There is a fairy tale about Ms Riml being strong when she eats with her relatives, and so on and so forth. "Euskalio, may I keep this?

"Ha, uh, but I don't know the temper of this. It has just hatched from the eggs as this is, and the scales only come with something soft. Food too... what do you mouth... No, I'll just use this as an ingredient... for a while."

(-Thank you. He has a bad tooth cut, but what is it for His Highness to keep himself? He said he had just hatched...)

At that time, before he was still born - or hatched - the rare beast remembers the voice he had heard in the eggs. As I looked at myself, a mad guy said, "Eat yourself". I can be sure he was staring at himself in the egg. The array was huge and not unlike the appearance of a human being, but I guess that was the demon tribe where they say it is now.

Nevertheless, if the rare beast followed his memory, that didn't seem like the kind of face he saw the ingredients that looked delicious. I was born, I hatch, to be exact - before I was born, but to me, why can I make such a decision? I don't know, but it's definitely like, "It wasn't this."

(─ Yes, it looked like a look of disappointment.

Instead of looking at the bird 's-eye view as it is now, I could see the subjective surroundings of myself, that expression staring at me. That's not surprising, either, because I wonder why I could see it from inside the eggs, but I guess I could see it over there. Besides, that wasn't like a sixth sense floating in the back of my brain, it was clearly visible. And the voice I was hearing, again, was not a dream.

(-Well, I can see everything around me even though I still have my eyes closed, so it's similar to seeing the outside out of the eggs.

A newborn rare beast does not question the fact that something called the regulating of the world is such.

I think flexibly and follow my memories even more that it might not be strange for me to have the ability to see outside the eggs, etc. when I was about to be used as an ingredient in a place because there are demonic things around them - different from humans.

But soon afterwards, another..., who also presumably seems to be a demon, puts something on himself, and remembers a great power attacking him then.

As soon as I thought I felt more powerful than that angry guy, I suddenly lost my energy, couldn't stay awake, and then fell asleep in my eggs. And here I am when I realize it. There is no clear certainty, but this is another place, not that one.

"By the way, Yuscario, what is this collar like?

Yuscario reaches out to a metal collar, stuck in his neck, but soon realizes that Her Royal Highness's question is not about Yuscario's collar, but about the collar of a rare beast. At the same time, the rare beast, when awakened in the egg, realizes that the tightness, which should not have been certain, is more on the neck side than on the base of the forefoot, which is called the neck or shoulder. I hadn't noticed so far, probably because it integrated like a fitted rubber band and the collar color wasn't uncomfortable with that of the scale and it wasn't noticeable. The material is also slightly glossy, not leather or cloth, and is made of the same quality as scales.

(-No, this was put on me when another demon tribe did something from outside the eggs.

Yes, I also remember that as soon as this was tightening, all the power was lost and I was sleepy. I still don't want to move my body. Either that or he seems to be getting more and more sucked up by this collar.

"Uh, yes, this is what I used to connect, when I brought this here, this that came out of the egg, so that I wouldn't run away. I took the strings off, but..."

(─ No, you're not. Don't you know this guy named Yuscario because he wasn't in that place? ─ ─ Or intentionally lying.

"Really, this kid hatched on his way here, didn't he? But he's a very cute kid. I'd really like that.

No longer, Riml and I shake our heads and give up our faces.

(-But is this reptile cute, like a snake's torso on his face, four legs, and a dried feather with a decoration that's unlikely to fly? I guess this lady's room is full of disgusting reptiles. No, it's not a reptile, it was called a cold-blooded beast. Oh, what's a reptile?

The rare beast begins to feel somewhat confused that there is another common sense with the humans who are speaking to him around him, but there is no answer to that.

"Ha, yes. Now, I'm afraid, Your Highness, I will feed you for a while. If that doesn't seem to harm people, why don't you mean let me give it to you? Fortunately for me, you can hire me to work underneath the service in the army until I know how to shake myself, so I seem to be able to stay somewhere in the royal castle. Even if you get hurt, if you're a slave like me, you won't have a problem. I will dispose of it then, can you forgive me?

(─ What, this man, you can even talk. What was that, the bad tooth cut earlier?

No one around you may be feeling it, but the rare beast is so uncomfortable.

"Uh, is that a disposition?"

That voice convinces me that it's not a straight line of ingredients, unless it's also a bite. Relieved, the rare beast finds that this man named Yuscario has something besides a cook - something he knows about Jibu - and notes in his mind that he should not defy him first.

(─ Her Royal Highness seems high, and she's going to be a cat, and she feels like a "goronjan," and if she's quiet, she'll be guaranteed freedom there? Well Her Royal Highness still doesn't leave the girl's realm, but she looks more than a crowd, and she'll be a good woman if she grows up. It's not a bad thing to live a steady life as a love animal on your soft knees.

"No, that's the best," the rare beast says, drawing sweet dreams about his own future, not even knowing how long he has, with the intellect and the sacrifice of his newborn little animals and all that. The word 'winner' flickers behind the rare beast's brain, but I don't know what that means, so I decided not to deliberately think about it.

"Such a strange cold-blooded beast, isn't it about the Demons that I'm going to eat?

"Really, Lord Godfrey said that the vipers, snakes and frogs have a reputation for edibles among the southern military.

What a human being to say, the rare beast wanted that edible rigging to stop as soon as possible.

(─ But a guy named Godfrey is going to eat himself if he has to. Let's be careful.

"No, just when people eat it, it can even be poisonous. Anything unprecedented in cannibalism cannot be cooked, unless it is also an emergency.

(─ Yuscario, Nice Follow!

But anyway, I want you to stay away from the cooking story.

"I guess so. I know. Of course I won't eat it." What a pleasant word. Hands in my heart to the whimsical God who has given this stately lady His Highness an unusual taste. "Now, in the courtyard, in my own breeding shed, I will have a corresponding fence. Will you let this kid in there and take care of him for a while?

"Your Highness!"

Even so, it seemed that Ms Riml's remarks swept across the reverse scales, but Her Royal Highness immediately made adjustments. A breeding shed reserved for His Highness does not seem to be a place where such an unidentified servant can be allowed in and out. Still, at the same time, it seems that breeding cabin-related jobs are not popular among the official ones that can get in and out of there.

There is currently a breeding shed manager for the cold-blooded beast named Klim, but since the feeding assistant has been vacant for a long time, he calmed down by the fact that he can be placed in the position.

"Crim cleans up, but he's not good at making bait, etc. If you really are that girl, when it comes to the dexterity of the hand, you can call her Ichi in the castle, but the food is totally..."

"Sure, Lord Crim's skill in sewing is good for me, too. The beast that is not yet in the hands of the devil clan, in that sacred place..."

"That's why it's good. Those who possess the power of the devil will not be allowed into the courtyard, nor will they be able to drink the water of the Fountain of the Holy Springs Ganima. Even if you can't include it, you spit it all out. It is also the opinion of the High Priest that, if that is okay, it must undoubtedly be a harmless cold-blooded beast.

"If it's Lord Ondolia's decision, there's no choice..."

It seemed to me that we had talked about it, but Ms Limur's soliloquy never ends when things like Euskalio step into the courtyard, which is a clean land of castle fingerprints and also the Holy Springs and the Great Temple, with her servant's feet...

"Then I, Euskalio, know that in the future, I sincerely wish to worship the service of the servants of Lord Crim with His Highness the Milian Rune.

Yuscario thanked His Highness for his ministry and bowed his head deeply. There, Ms Buzz pinches her mouth.

"No, I'll go through the whole conversation so that you can get some exemption from the military's work. Instead, take good care of that cold-blooded beast and never kill it." If he kills me, this time I guess it means it's hard for His Highness to go to the end of the earth to find me, etc., but ha-ha- all the while Yuscario, this time, thanks for turning to Limul. "And since Master Klim is also the Duke's Lady, from now on, so will you do all the cleaning.

One smile had leaked from Her Royal Highness, who understood that strictness was also Yusukalio's certification.

It seems that the gradual 'sacred place' is a place where you can't get in without a certain level, and I have a feeling you'll be generous there. A rare cold-blooded beast's young beast, temporarily also prepared for 'ingredients', has been unexpectedly relieved and delighted that his destiny is improving.

(─ Aim, a stable pet life.