Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

70 ◇ Untalented Black Demon Instructor's Weapon and Oak Lord's Invitation and Centaur Maid

You can't avoid it in time after she moves.

Look at the setup.

A luxurious girl with white hair. I have a spear. It's magic equipment. The race is unknown, but it looks human. [Mowing Knight] Fulcus. Usually he's a dependable Four Heavens King who fights around black armor, but now he's a sword master and an enemy.

Pull the spear, accumulate - come.

I lean forward and keep moving forward.

Successfully approached its caretaker while feeling the pressure of a famous spear crossing the space overhead.

Stay low and wave the sword in your right hand - what?

"Good move"

The tip of the spear that should have swung over my head now captures me.

"It's just too late"

From poking to putting it back, it's too fast.

This is the spear version of "Divine Speed". Out of sight.

"Mmm."

I couldn't see.

But her poking won't touch my body.

For he cut his tip in piercing, and took the thrust in the belly of his sword.

"Gu......!?

"Mm."

She seemed unhappy, but couldn't afford to watch the look on her face.

Because he couldn't kill off the shock of the poke, and my body blew out loud in the rear.

I stabbed my sword to the ground and tried to slow it down, and it failed.

Pakin, what a sad sound it broke from halfway through.

As I was supposed to roll down the ground, I finally stopped by the time I got muddy.

"End"

She catches up to me like that, pointing a spear tip at its neck - even though she uses the one she dropped her cut at during training.

"... I'm here"

"Mmm."

Mr. Fulcus, who nodded, reached out to me, so I grabbed him and stood up.

"Reme, I knew he was smart. I've seen it a few times and I've been thinking about what to do."

I was able to avoid the first punch because I had had been bumped a dozen times in the past. I found a pattern out of it, and I figured that timing, that move, would get me close.

"But it's only once."

"Training to make that one thing. No?"

Mr. Fulcus' words are short and accurate.

"It must be. Um, can I have another one, please?"

Give me the sword.

The magic sword, the equipment of the dungeon, approached the crate stabbed messily. I brought every box for this training, but there must have been dozens of swings, but they were swings later.

This is the training room in the junior/beginning dungeon.

I mean the training room, but if you seem to imagine the forest and the trees are growing, the grass is bush.

With my sword out, I breathe and stand before her.

"Regards"

"Yeah."

The training is to be carried out in the biological body.

It's hard to give feedback on your experience when you have no pain when you have a magic body (avatar).

For example, from muscle pain and numbness, I can tell that I used it, and I can't get the kind of awareness.

"Uh..."

I roll like a limb on the ground. [M] On his back, a false blue sky created by magic spread to his sight. It's fake, but beautiful.

I'm sweaty, breathing constantly, just exhausted.

But Mr. Fulcus is sitting beside me with a cool face. Hold your knees.

In the end, I couldn't strike a single attack.

Using black magic would have changed the results, but this is sword training.

"Don't you tire, Mr. Fulcus?

I realized by fighting on her own, she can't breathe. No matter how hard you move, you have a breath hold, but that's all 'between'. There's just the commonplace of breathing, and it doesn't disturb fatigue.

"Sometimes I get tired"

"At what time?

"When you're hungry, you're tired of doing anything"

"I see..."

You're fine when you're not...

Speaking of which, she must be the longest flirting with Phoenix in the interplay between mastery and swordsmanship.

I bought some time relative to that guy who had the Holy Sword wrapped in flames. He also played a dangerous role then, and his strength is certainly nowhere to be found.

"Somehow, I've been hearing a lot about Mr. Fulcus' race."

"Secrets"

"Really?"

"When I hit it, I say it's the right answer"

"Why don't you take it off?

"Rice, for a year"

"... I can't believe it, I'm going to refrain from answering"

"Too bad"

Extraordinary strength, speed, physical stubbornness and arm strength leg strength.

I'm somewhat imaginary, but not a penalty that I can go wrong with lighthearted.

Let's be satisfied with the fact that it's that race. So far.

Time flies without doing anything for a while.

Mr. Fulcus opened his mouth around he was recovering a little.

"Leme, after all, is not talented"

"Oh, yes..."

I'm shocked, but I guess it's not a bad word because Mr. Fulcus says so.

"I just have good eyes"

"Really?

"It's not some sort of 'aptitude' or anything."

"... well, you are"

It is said that the combination of "aptitude" becomes [position (job)].

"Mobility," "Combat Survey," "Swordsmanship," if any, [Warrior] would express it, like.

So for example, [cook], who couldn't be a [warrior] because he has' mobility 'but doesn't have two other things, some people would be like that.

Even if you can't be the [position (job)] you wanted, there may be some useful 'aptitude'.

Naturally, I didn't expect it around here either.

The result is sad, none.

Mr. Fulcus praised me for my eyes and I expected them, but I have no excellent eyes in the first place.

You can see far away, you can see the world slowly when you concentrate, you can just look for a moment and get an idea of what's going on around you. Eyes...... plus brain abilities also have something called 'aptitude'.

"I have nothing to be pessimistic about. of Leme. It's an acquired"

"Acquired?"

"'Suitability' is talent. unsuitable 'oriented'"

"Right. I can do it without it, but it improves faster to have it, and the limit value is higher."

"'Suitability' is limited to what hangs on the flesh"

"Yes, it's not uncommon for an emotionally unacceptable [position (job)] to be expressed, and it feels right for the body, not the mind."

"There is something that stretches depending on the mind. Leme has it."

"Mind, depending"

Once upon a time, my master praised me for being strong in my heart.

Even now, in retrospect, I'm energized. Sometimes I suspect it's kind of too convenient and a dream.

"For example, 'caring' is not a talent. Not only on the upper side, but really 'caring' is something that can be done by a person with a 'gentle' heart. My heart is nurtured, not at birth."

In that sense, that it's not talent.

"Ah... somehow, I get it. By 'good eyes', Mr Fulcus, do you mean observation or something like that?

"Yes, Leme 'watched' the party for years. Always to make you win uncomfortably. So polished, 'Observation'. That's why I'm a good staff officer. Look closely and find a way to win. This is good."

Mr. Fulcus continues.

"Its eyes and black magic go well together. Slow, weak, brittle enemies, avoid enemy attacks, and hit your own."

Until now, even Mira, a fan of mine, has never seen the possibility of a melee at me.

Of course, he backed me up. Even the Phoenix fight, she believed in my victory.

But you wouldn't have imagined, for example, defeating Phoenix with the arm of a sword or anything like that.

"Adjust those eyes for one-on-one use. If I could, I'd be a little better."

Still, from Mr. Fulcus, who is a master, the extent to which he gets a little better.

I don't mind.

Even a step forward would be delightful.

"... thank you, I'll do my best"

I'm Thor. Master of this dungeon.

Sometimes lately I have asked Mr. Leme for help in terms of operations and Mr. Fulcus in terms of mentoring my men, and I have the feeling that the majesty that wasn't even just that is even diminishing, but I am still fine today.

But I'm the only one in this dungeon. [M]

The prize money is borne in full by Mr. Lemé. I intend to return it sooner or later, but it is not a light amount.

There is also the aspect that I found out that that is why he meant to help me, but I should return it as soon as possible, and I should try so hard.

In order to do so, we must first repay the money owed to Lord Fellow.

Honestly, I couldn't think of it when it was in despair.

This is also due to Mr. Lemé, Mr. Fulcus and Mr. Kash, and the Demon King, and later - Kay.

While the wretched Lord was corrupt, he received word from the Demon King's Castle to accept his cooperation and bring the three of us here.

Kay and I have been friends since we were young, but she has always helped us.

"Uh... oh, there he is"

I was in the dining room.

By the way, various seats are built to suit the subpeople.

For goblins, a chair with short legs and a tall table.

For Kay, a table to match her tall height.

Sturdy chair for an oak like me.

If you have all kinds of subpeople like Demon King Castle, it must be harder.

"Kay."

"Oh, pig...... no, what's up lord"

Did I just say pig?

"That's terrible, isn't it?"

"Excuse me, pigs are cute."

"Oh, against the pig, I thought."

"Now you want me to change my attitude towards you?

Kay, the horseman, stops his hand eating the salad and laughs teasingly.

"... no, fine, but stay put. If you suddenly get sweet, that scares me."

"Rude oak. I will always be kind."

"That's debatable."

"I don't."

"Oh, yeah..."

I give up.

"More than that, what can I do for you? Even after this, I have a job to do to defeat the fool who was awarded the prize."

"Oh, you know... Lord Fellow's, a tag tournament?

"It's a magical body (avatar) match in a pair of race-free people."

"Yes, that's what I'm talking about, but there's going to be a prize."

"Looks like it. That man seems to have money."

Until a while ago, I wouldn't have thought of doing it, even if I thought of it.

"Me, will you join me in the tournament?

This is the amount of prize money you get for this dungeon to get your attention.

The idea is to spend Lord Fellow's money on paying off Lord Fellow's debts.

I'm sure she can help me with what I'm saying...

"I don't like it?

"Huh?"

"Yeah, but don't worry, I have the same idea."

"The same, huh? Oh, you mean you've already paired up with someone?

"That's right."

"I wonder who you are."

"Huh. Surprise to hear, pig lord"

I mixed it up. Pigs and the Lord.

"I've decided to compete with Master Fulcus. I've already entered."

Oh, you're more likely to win than you are to work with me.

I'm sorry, but that's what I thought.

But you didn't even think about it at this time.

Mr. Lemé will also work with another person to compete in the tournament, etc.

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