It Seems like My Body Is Completely Invincible

Beautifully cleaned and polished marble hallways. Let me imply that the condiments arranged there also contain things different from those of the Kingdom of Lelirex, and that this is where those who interact with many countries live.

Instead of just placing it unconstitutionally, it is likely that the difficulty will be conveyed by its sense that the conditioner was placed in such a way as to show it systematically, the slightness of those who instructed it.

It is the middle-aged man who gracefully walks through such a lavish corridor, the Dubzar of the Mayor, who was allowed by the Demon King to rule the town as the Lord of this Hall.

"Dear Dubzar, the example is waiting for you in the office"

His spare expression seemed abominably distorted when the butler's man told him that with his arrival only Dubzar could hear him.

"As usual, don't let anyone through. After that, are you ready for dinner?

"Yes, it was sudden, but somehow..."

Hearing that, Dubzar leaves the butler in the hallway and walks into the office. The room is clean and tidy, and it feels like his finesse is all over him.

Yet this lapse......

Dabzar is a thought whose bowels boil back even if he only remembers.

"You seem to be in a very different mood."

I say with a cup of tea that was already served by a man who had been put through the room if you could see that just because the look on Dubzar's face had changed slightly. Even though it looks more like a young man than a man... the atmosphere it creates was a backward intimidation of innocence coming from the tone. Furthermore, he has no unique horns of the Demon Nation, nor does he see the beast ears specific to the Beast Man. He was a human race. And when it comes to frigidity, it is the atmosphere that goes far above the dabzar.

It is its origin that amplifies its frigidity.

With a charming expression in a light tone, what he is wearing is a priestly outfit, like that which takes the form of solemnity. Moreover, being an outpost that showed considerable heights for its youth had made him even more mismatched.

One thing you can tell right away with the priest-style rise is, yes, the Church man. And when it comes to high altitude, it is those of the Episcopal State of Einholus who stick together. They are sipping tea flat in a room of demons that such humans are supposed to be hostile to, and Dabzar allows it. That was a heterogeneous sight in a way.

"It's obvious! Are you willing to waste my years of planning?" Prosperity "is what I hear!

Dubzar rarely and dramatically rises to see if the calm attitude of the youth has been hampered by eclampsia.

"Hey, don't yell at me like that for once for the name of a secret institution. If someone asks me, I'm in trouble, right?

There is no trouble at all, and the youth will be getting tea. It was also a manifestation of confidence that they would never be asked. Dubzar is not a retarded demon clan either. It doesn't make sense to be punching your anger in here, changing your mind while pretending to fix the position of your glasses that action is what you need to do now.

"What the hell is that action? It wasn't part of the plan. Didn't the princess distrust the sealing of her mouth and the destruction of evidence... that princess is good, she can say anything. But you can't be behind it. That woman could make a move any minute."

Dubzar throws up his stupidity when he sits on the couch opposite the couch where the young man sits. The princess Dubzar refers to Emilia. And behind that, I suppose you mean Elizabeth, not to mention that woman. I was going to play a good mayor for years so she wouldn't distrust me at all.

However, the response in this case may have been somewhat forceful and put a small crack in credibility. Little crack. But that was also unforgivable for Dabzar, who was cautious in a few respects. I don't want to carry one element of anxiety.

"Hey, I'm sorry. The damned grandfather of the example wasted it. I don't know what it means to want to negotiate with the princess's maid, so I stopped the work I was planning, and I didn't really understand it when I heard she was just out because it was hard, but I let her grab it."

"That's why where are the idiots taking precious items of example!

Dubzar gets louder when the anger spills out that he was suppressing on so many unplanned things. but once he took a deep breath and tried to force that anger into him.

"Hey, that restraint item is handy, isn't it? As much as we want it. We can't make any of them."

"Only that old man can make all that perfect stuff at the moment. Be polite."

While the dubzar fixes the position of the glasses, the young man turns the empty cup with a circle and fingers that he didn't even care about, and starts playing.

"Yes, sir. Still, I didn't think you'd fail. Hey, was there anyone else in that workshop besides the princess with the devil's hand?

"There shouldn't have been any hands-on talk. I hear they were all outside. However, there were a few princess guests in the workshop. It was considered unofficial and I didn't have the details, but I didn't know it was behind the usual whim of a princess..."

He gives a bitter worm-biting look and, in contrast to a dubzar that can put force into his hands, the young man continues to play with the circle and cup without tension.

"Ahhh. So, who's the guest?

"One already knew. First prince of the kingdom of Ardia."

To the words the young man stopped his fingers turning to surprise and put the cup back on the table. The expression changed slightly from the unexpected look of the previous day, and it feels intriguing.

"Hehe, Your Royal Highness? Speaking of which, you had him in your plans at Altria School."

"I heard it was an entirely new attempt hosted by the prince in the school... that the queen would be visiting... you guys were still involved there"

"Ma, I ended up failing. That prince could be the one who did it."

Dubzar couldn't hide his surprise when he saw a young man shrugging and charging his shoulders like Yareyare.

"Like the current king, the prince asked a woman if she was a stupid man to skip the present, but she wasn't?

Port towns, which are both important for trade and the entrance to the island, are also easy to obtain information from other countries. However, many things are detrimental, and you may miss the most up-to-date information as a result of more choices about which to get. Information on the kingdom of Ardia was gathered around the queen that it would not make sense, but no way, the information that the prince might have been wearing the skin of a fool deserved to stun Dubzar.

"I don't know. Sure, it should have been, but it looks like people changed around before I went to school. According to a report from someone who was monitoring the school festival and its trends outside, the security system was lacking and quick, and I had never seen it before, so I could barely help myself. It was the prince who led it. Besides, even using the noble divine technique is enough to end up failing. I couldn't believe it when I asked."

Contrary to Kerakera and the laughing youth, Dubzar began to think with a serious look.

It was far-fetched. I didn't know the princess was such an inexperienced unknown man to follow. Maybe a separate squad was lurking in places they didn't recognize and secretly guarding the area around the prince.

So I remembered when a worn out man came back and tried to get information before he was returned to the young man and disposed of. Dubzal remembers saying something unexplained. I do recall something like "a silver girl nearly killed me" or something he managed to say, and I laughed myself off. Because there was a girl who did have silver hair outside of the prince she met at that time, but she was an adorable girl with a very weak and flamboyant atmosphere. Besides, the Princess contacted me that she had a high fever for fear and fell asleep right now, didn't she? It can't be that such a poor maiden loses the will of a formidable adult warrior and becomes so much more than frightening.

"Anyway, it doesn't involve acting quickly. I have a dinner party and I'll keep them at bay. Move places in the meantime."

The strange imagination drives him away from his head, and Dubzar tells the young man who sits in front of him to reconfirm what he should do now.

"Eh, dull. I don't think I'll be able to get a place like that any time soon.

Dubzar glances at a young man looking at the ceiling looking bothersome.

"If the princess did it and I was looking around about restraint items. A magic engineer who looks inside and knows who made it is a genius alongside the best. I didn't have such a famous technician with the princess, so I don't think I'd notice. but I am concerned that one restraint item is missing. Anyway, I've never been cautious because it could be noticed. It can also change from one point to a line that connects to us all at once. If that happens, they'll notice your plan. For each other's benefit."

"Yes, yes, finally."

When he stood up at ease, the young man made his way to the exit without panicking with a bluff.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. If you and the sinners come in my way, whoever it is, you can bury it in the name of God, right? Sometimes when you look at me, I can't help but chop and chop. It's tremendous stress to be patient, and it's treachery to God."

The look on the face of that young man, who only moves his neck and laughs at Dabzar, was so full of madness that he did not think he was a priest serving God. That's right, Dubzar. His spine is also frizzy, and his previous anger vanishes in an instant.

After only giving such a look for a moment, the young man returns to his usual charming look and leaves the room behind.

But they still hadn't noticed that witch was already on the move at this point. Bring the silver girl that Dubzar struck down with a smile and that genius technician who made it high without...