This Last Boss, the Church in Front of the Devil's Castle
Dashen Tree Administration: Equipment Development Department Newsletter - Special Issue with Appendi
'Congratulations on this one. Your church has won this campaign from several places of prayer around the world. May your priests help you to mourn the shortage of manpower, this will be a prototype created by pooling the total strength of the Development Department. We would appreciate receiving your thoughts on how to use it. Dashen Tree Administration: Equipment Development Department Together "
"Why don't you die once, development guys?"
Even the Grand Cleric followed the escape and it is a nuisance of the full swing project.
It was unknown this morning that a giant obsidian coffin was placed Don on the red carpet of the diocese through the buds of the Great Divine Tree.
Confirming the message left in the bud of the Divine Tree, I turn on the cathedral magic light to confirm the object sent.
"Is that a coffin?"
The Hinyali coffin, borrowed the other day for the fight against Pigmy, was smashed apart by demon-king explosive magic on both pirate ships.
After that, "I have difficulty with durability," I wonder what the hell complained about sending the new coffin in.
But...
"There doesn't seem to be a handle or clasp, but what the hell is this..."
The part of the lid made of a sheet of black stone was engraved with the symbol of the Church, the Cross.
The surface is polished up and looks like a mirror.
A light knock on the lid returned cuttlefish and a high density sound.
Is it also a coffin that has increased its defense to the extreme?
Conclusion, out of the way. I'll ask Belial later to help me carry it out.
"You can't even be a chair in such a stiff seating position. Not at all."
Sit on the coffin and I sigh. I'm sure the God of Light will still be asleep, too.
I just thought it was a bee or something, and suddenly the lid of the coffin slides.
White smoke blows out of the gap. Is that a trap?
"Detoxification magic"
Hanging the cure magic of poison on myself, when I jump away, I pull out the slaughter sword of light and lay low.
but the smoke itself did not appear to have any toxic or paralytic effect.
White darkness is full of cathedrals and foggy evil vision.
A thin blur and blue light leaked from the coffin.
The lid is fully open and fingers on the edge of the coffin.
“Something” woke up and slowly woke up his upper body.
A woman's voice echoes in the diocese.
Light, quiet, like ice.
"Deactivate dormant mode. Reboot sequence initiated. Parameter Check All Green. 66.7% Running Rate of Magic Furnace. There are no abnormalities in the actuator and transmission system of each part. Poor vision. Calibrate visual sensors. Exploration vibration wave firing to confirm perimeter status"
Magic runs around the coffin. As if throwing pebbles into the water, the wave of magical power spread.
"Building interior and confirmation. life-form reaction. Match. Determine with your husband (master). Power transmission to leg actuator. Conversation Module Launch"
Slowly white smoke dissolved in the air and disappeared, and a shadow rose in the coffin.
He was a maid dressed in a large apron dress and wearing a white lace kachusha.
He has a big black tie to hide his raised chest.
The skirt was black on the knee length with a glimpse of skin between the white knee socks. It is an absolute realm that cannot be invaded.
The maid stands in front of me when she leaves the coffin.
As expressive as Luluna seemed to be, these maid's eyes were as inorganic as even a grey glass ball had fitted in.
Isn't he even breathing?
It's the look of a human girl, but I can't feel any signs of life.
The hair was flax and long knitted into a cygnon.
Must be beautiful. My nose is high and soothing and my eyes are slightly fishy. I can't feel the softness, and I'm making a distortion like a statue made of crystals.
Though the lips are light cherry blossom color, they are not colored at body temperature, but are shaded to loosen up makeup.
Just between Stella and Belial, if it was about the age?
The maid graces me deeply as she gently turns one foot around the back and gently lifts the hem of her skirt with both hands.
"My name is PD Series Prototype 6. This time, we will take care of your husband."
"Prototype Six is a very distinctive name."
Keep your head down. The maid goes on.
"I am an artifact created by the Department of Development for the support of priests in extreme environments, such as remote areas and southern ice continents. It was manufactured as a development system for memory crystals. It is shaped to be more familiar and adaptable to human habitats."
There was no discouragement in the voice, but the conversation was fluent. Probably because of the tone of the person you referenced. It is somewhat of a lady style.
Is the maid of the position to serve good in this conversation?
The maid girl raises her head and corrects her posture. Standing like a single core went through your spine is beautiful.
"Please call me number six, sir."
"Mr. Six... is that it? I'm sorry, but I don't need your help. I can take care of myself."
"You think you're dissatisfied with my processing power? If you use it, you'll be satisfied."
That's a misleading way of saying it.
"No, I'm not dissatisfied. I'm sure you're good."
"Naturally. We pride ourselves on being able to withstand any difficulty, my lord."
"Really? So may I ask only one question to Mr. Six, who is excellent and resistant to difficulty?
"Whatever."
"Where is your return button?
As the girl stopped even in time, it stood still perfectly.
"Searching...... unfortunately we don't have such features on board. We encourage you to continue your trial."
Oh, this is nothing more than harassment. The development department has apparently declared war on me with ease.
I hold my head and number six says, "If it's a headache, I'll stroke it for you. It hurts. It hurts," he said.
The maid's hands were cold while reproducing the soft epidermal feel of a person.
"I don't have a heart for myself, but I have the ability to try to understand human pain."
"That's very humble of you not to say enough to understand."
"Yeah, I'm your husband's personal director. It's a PD series prototype number six."
Unexpectedly the buds of the great god tree lit up.
"The stretch, trial deadline is indefinite. Use as much as you like. From the Development Department '
We'll dismantle the Department of Development one day when we get back to the Pontifical Agency and come into existence. Let's do that.
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