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

When Satan takes an intrigued peek at the place where the treat was carried, he interacts with this room, where a horrible picture of hell spreads.

"─ Well, what's wrong with this?

What I've been watching for a while and figured out seems to be that it's disastrous to say that my stuff can only be seen in the sky while being put in front of me in such an inedible amount that it's taken away from the people around me.

I guess there are different patterns, but when I try to get my hands on someone else's plate with or without it and put it in my mouth, it also disappears.

Satan didn't try, but apparently the only thing he could carry to his mouth was one on his plate.

And it doesn't diminish with its own spoon.

(Humans have to help each other to live. If you ignore that rule, you're telling the truth that you're going to eat -- that is, you can't live.

But the shallow deceased don't realize it.

In the end, I just have to let people eat something that suffocates, but I'm in a hurry standing first to say thank you for saying I don't understand it or wanting to eat it, which also hisses Satan just watching. What's wrong with us is that we can see what's on someone else's plate. Nature and I can't wait to want it. Besides, it looks delicious, so I'm glad I got my hands on it. And stolen from my plate is how it looks when they take it. I can't help but want to eat, but I don't see myself. If someone else steals it, I'm angry, and I accidentally steal someone else's too. Even so, what you steal from someone else's plate doesn't get into your own mouth. That's how a dish wrapped in a pinch flips over as we work together. Food falls between the nets on the floor that seem to be coarser than this one.

It seems that the food that was on his plate for the first time since then can also be seen in his eyes, rubbing it further against the person who was rubbing his food with the anger he lost in front of him.

(If you look closely, all the people in this room are Gallic deceased.

Probably at this rate, they're eating up every meal. The deceased, who became only bones and skins, looked like a hungry ghost, and he couldn't help but want food.

According to what Michissane was telling me, I just feel like I'm habitually hungry in hell, and I should have said that I don't have to eat to die just because of the energy I get from my spirits. But I can see that the meal you gave me earlier is energizing in Satan's body, and most importantly, it makes me wonder if there is a metabolism even for those who have lost their lives in this hell as far as the deceased in front of them are suffering from starvation with bones and skins alone.

Perhaps metabolism is given here only to create this kind of hell.

While I was turning to that idea, all the food that was so piled up like a mountain disappeared under the net, and only contention lasted forever in the room where only empty plates remained.

"This one's exactly hell.

At some point Hayaji, who was watching from behind Satan, says Potsuri.

"Yeah, totally.

"Compared to that, aren't we, who did it earlier and were eaten amicably, like heaven?

"Right. When I say heaven, I imagine something more wussy, but in fact, this is how people who come to the world of death live together. Maybe that's heaven.

In fact, even if you could eat that extravagant dish every day as normal, wouldn't that be all you can call heaven with if it went on every day? Satan, who lives hundreds of times more than man, can do any luxury with his magical powers, but he knows that such a thing is only a quick coming play. There's no such thing as happiness. But even if I was poor, I had happiness in my life with Yuscario.

(No, I'm not. Because you're poor, you can feel happy because you struggle.

If you are human, you can feel happy about your normal life because it can be hard. It is the first time that you have become ill to know the gratitude of your health and to know the gratitude of peace and security in the event of a war or natural disaster. How much have you seen the case that nobility finds out about the gratitude of the treat after it has fallen?

"The environment is very different from that contentious hell. Or even though the food available was crude and the original quantity was small, we were satisfied with it. I mean, just like a man's heart is going to be in heaven and hell.

For what Hayaji's been a short life, he's saying things like he figured out. But this man's affinity in this world should have been a personality person like Tao. I guess I've taught you a lot of important things.

Yes, even if it dawns on satiety, moreover, man can produce greed. Even if it can be satisfactory for a time, humans cannot maintain it in quantitative terms all the time. Be sure to start finding shortages for you. But if it's a good idea to be satisfied with something that isn't enough in the first place, I'm not going to say a shortage because I'm assuming that's enough.

Do you know that, because the friendly ones I was able to eat earlier know how compassionate and edible it is, I wish I could come and eat this luxury meal, but I don't think I'm trying to do that.

(Well, you know you get attacked by the likes of starving ghosts around you, and no idiot jumps into hell like this.

The two people in such a sight seemed to stick around forever, and many passed behind them looking rarely at them like that.

"You guys, if you're confused in a place like that, a ghost will come and you'll be badly hit.

Someone who walked behind me speaks out worried about the Satans. I'm laughing a little bit, so I don't think that really happens.

(That's right, we were talking about being forced to labor something here.

I just can't eat.

"So... what the hell can I make you do?

"Apparently, they're digging up stones in the mine. It's about ore.

Mine borehole for forced labor is another orthodox setting. Does it make any sense to dig a mine in hell? It wouldn't even be the side business of the Great Demon King.

"You need ore here? I wonder what that means.

"We have no idea about that either. Anyway, we're gonna crush the stones we dug out and collect the special grains that came out of it and put them in the ghost. I do that in large quantities every day. ─ ─ Hey, you, didn't you have it a little dull?

A man who was called out looked like a bad one, taking a black block of stone out of his nostalgia. Sure, it's something you want to be dug out of somewhere, but it just looks like a stone's throw.

"Don't say bad things about people. I couldn't get it out of the stone, so I figured out what to do, and I brought it back with me. I can't handle this stuff.

"Show me, show me, what things.

"The black around here is stone, but this guy's too hard to peel off.

"Grains like metal in there, I hope that guy comes out corny.

"Don't say such unscrupulous things. I broke the stone and took it because it was harder than the stone.

Just a little bit, the metal ends peer out of the stone. When I rubbed the surface, I could see the white glowing, stiff area. Certainly some kind of metal.

"How do you break stones?

"They have a way of processing that grain somehow, so they beat it and break it with something like a hammer made of it.

"You do that and you're pretty hungry. That's why I have to eat here.

I see. A tool for breaking that stone is apparently close to a magic tool.

That's where you need to eat to consume magic.

Isn't it deliberately made to be hungry?

It would mean you're using the magic you've ingested and saved in your diet to move that tool.

It's in here. It's definitely something like metal peeking into my face just a little bit from inside the stone.

But Satan looked familiar to this metal. It's not metal, I called it magic vegetable metal.

"Have you seen this before? I used to dig gold. So I dig back through all kinds of mountains and I'm familiar with metal, but I've hardly seen any of this metal.

"Almost never. Does that mean you've seen it somewhere?

"Right. I do. I don't remember where it was, but I also feel like it used to be traded at a high price.

"Metals like this are traded at high prices on the market? Oh, this is..."

Satan noticed.

(No, why didn't you notice it before?

This is important to Satan, no, on the contrary, material that means nothing to anyone other than Satan on earth.

It is a material that can hardly be taken on the market and is so precious that you can finally turn your hand to the Holy Spirit all over the world to get just a few each year.

Yes, this is the material of the magic wand that Satan always carries, and it can be considered a valuable resource by processing it to create a Madante Planta collar.

This is not worthy of use in this world except that Satan does not allow other followers, the art of making stunts, and the material needed to make Madante Planta collars. ─ ─ and Satan believed. There's just one more place in this other world that needs this material. That is where Satan came out of wisdom, and True Dragon created its form, now facing our own rescue team, in this otherworld-no, the most horrible place in this universe, the eternal prison without mention.