I've Became Able to Do Anything with My Growth Cheat, but I Can't Seem to Get out of Being

"By the way, do you have a D, too?

I asked Suzuki.

"Oh, about ten books."

"Heh... that's surprising. If I was traveling with those beauties, I wouldn't need them."

Don't you dare say that! I know a lot of people think that, but I asked them what they cared about.

Then Suzuki smiled bitterly,

'Cause I haven't gotten my hands on them yet.'

Wow, are you serious that there are three girls who admire me like that and don't get their hands on me?

Well, as long as Lori doesn't have a choice.

"That's a fine story. Because you're a brave man?

"You have no choice. Miles is a nun. Have you never heard of Nan? Nuns must be maidens."

"... I feel like I've heard of something... that certainly doesn't help. But what about that swordsman's sister?

"Cancy is aggressively inviting me, as opposed to Miles. But...... her tribe is absolutely monogamous. If I get my hands on her, I'll have to marry her one last time. That's what her clan did. And when I marry her, I'm forbidden to make contact with all but my own daughter, who is born after marriage."

That's too much, that's how it works.

"Chi... by the way, what about that Lori kid? On the boulder. Is that outside the strike zone?

"I think Shreil is also an attractive enough child, but before I go to her village - when her village was attacked... that... she was kidnapped by bandits... and forced to wear a collar of slaves, to ramble -"

"Wait, you don't have to say anything anymore. Don't say anything more. Please, don't say anything. There's no way I can get my hands on a girl like that."

I almost cried.

"You can finally talk to me normally, and I'm fine enough to touch your shoulders,"

Suzuki said, trying to smile bitterly.

"... Hey, Suzuki. Maybe you're not just gonna have a D, you're gonna add a T.

"... don't tell me"

"Sorry."

Yeah, I said something really bad.

That would require peer magazines.

Unlike me, I kill too many people alive.

We walked into a big, half-assed building on the outskirts of town.

Originally this mansion was a separate residence for the nobility, but it seems that it was abandoned after the death of that nobility.

The sun is completely set already, and the moonlight is very dark inside the mansion.

"Writing"

The magic of the light used by Suzuki brought up the lights.

The petite lights I can use are the same magic of light, but I can't keep letting them float in the same place because they fly in a straight line.

Not to mention I couldn't possibly walk with him, and I was impressed that there was some convenient magic.

Sometimes I put out a petite light to move as slowly as I could, wondering if my petite light could do something similar, and I succeeded in putting out a ball of light that was only about the speed of human walking, but it doesn't change that I can't move it freely.

If you tell Suzuki about it, Petite Light is a light magic or attack magic system, magic that purifies undead monsters and so on.

Do you think that writing has a completely different lineage even with the same light magic with no attack power?

By the way, he said Writing learned it with his skills since becoming a Saint Knight.

After light magic, ii or iii shows the number of magic that can be used by that skill, and even if you have the same light magic skill, it doesn't necessarily mean that you can use the same magic. So Suzuki told me she envied my petite lights.

"This fireplace."

Suzuki pushes the brick next to the fireplace.

Then the bottom of the fireplace opened and a hidden staircase appeared.

There's light leaking from the back, and I can hear things like talking.

Apparently, we have a client.

Suzuki went in the back first.

"Oh, Dr. Brave! How'd it go? Because you exorcised that unsuccessful man?

I heard voices. That voice...

In the back, what I saw - are still the three of us in the daytime.

"Hey, why are you here!? Because you betrayed me, Dr. Brave Man"

A skinhead cat man screamed like a wolf.

"You're the one who betrayed my credibility. He wasn't the man you were talking about. But he didn't come here to take revenge, so don't worry."

"That's what I'm talking about"

That's what I say, take out the item bag, the peer magazine the guy dropped during the day.

"I want you to read more about this. And if possible, here's a book, let me see some of it, and I want it to sell a little. I'll give you the money."

"... are you a comrade too, Secarian?!? While you're with those three cute kids"

"The two-dimensional" Over Here "is a different belly. You can just show me. I'm not going to blame you for the daytime or for cheating on this brave man."

We obviously overdid it during the day, even though it was self-defense.

On my line, the cat man and his two buddies looked at each other,

"I get it. Few of us understand our hobbies inside. If you'll give me back the original, I can sell you a copy."

"Duplicate books? You're mass producing?

... I suppose the secondary distribution of peer magazines would be forbidden.

Is there not that much legal development going on in this world?

If you did it in Japan, you'd be sentenced to death.

"Follow me."

The man seems to lead us to the back.

"Do you know the profession of demon reporter?

"Just the name."

It is one of the professions liberated by raising the civilian level.

"It's a profession where you can use dedicated ink, create contracts, draw magic formations, make bills, fly it and attack. But the magic team is pretty fine. It takes plenty of time to make bills, and in some cases hours. So the nobleman came up with it. I was wondering if we could mass produce bills using magic props."

What I saw in the back of the room was a printing press.

Well, it's like the copier I keep in the convenience store.

"A demon reporter used dedicated ink to try to make bills with this demon prop. The result was failure. You know why?

"Didn't it work without handwriting?

"No, it worked. I went too far. The creation of bills must be slowly transformed into magic. After trying to write it up all at once using magic props, the demon reporter fell down after suffering a magic sickness because of the degeneration of his magic powers. I couldn't avoid it no matter how. Then it's usually quicker to make a bill, because it ended in a huge failure. After that, the facility was abandoned, but apparently the mansion was built after this secret facility, and the design error prevented me from carrying this magic item at the width of the hidden staircase. It was in this diary."

The man took out a book like a research journal and said.

"While I was doing that, the nobleman who was head of this institute died, and this institute was forgotten."

"So you're re-running as a peer magazine factory using regular ink? What an amazing history. So, where's the original peer magazine?

I've been waiting for the main dish, but I'm not impatient enough to wait as long as a full course of French cuisine.

"Here."

A man rolled a corner of cloth.

What was there - it wouldn't be a big amount if I were in Japan, but in this world where things like different worlds, and comics are not pervasive, there's enough change minus enough, that is, a triple-staged bookshelf with twenty minutes of peer magazines.

Originally a thin peer magazine.

When the bookshelf is full, that number is not enough for a hundred or two hundred.

"The top steps, the thirty books on the right, are the books drawn by the Big Second Grand Doctor."

"Huh? Digi...... is there anyone besides Big Second teacher who draws peer magazines?

"Oh, the teachers called Second Childrens."

In the meantime, I'll take a look at a few books appropriately.

While most books were two-dimensional, they were a drawing style close to real life. Not enough deformation at all.

In the meantime, what I found was a peer-to-peer magazine with cute illustrations of a cat-eared girl.

"Oh, this is good. Hey, copy this... duh... duh."

What I saw was a skinhead man blushing and not feeling well.

"Ah... thank you"

"You! You're the one who painted this illustration! I can't believe you look like that... No, it's a pretty excellent piece. Well, how much do you like cats for illustrating cat-eared girls in a cat profession!

"Hey, how do you know I'm a cat user!?"

"I don't care about anything. You're the one who painted Lori Lori Cat Girl Character in this four-headed Berrywell Picture! Whatever you think, it's not the painting you draw! I'd rather say," Shall I dye the campus bright red with your blood? 'or something like that, and on the contrary, I would be a character that would be crushed like a petite tomato. "

"Hiya. I'm telling you, I'm really the one who drew this."

Don't add even more cartoonist settings, even though it's a thick character setting just because you're collecting peer-to-peer magazines with cats.

You haven't even got a name yet, have you?

Even though the character sheet would go into the second page if it stayed this way, with no name on it either.

"... I didn't know cat cartoonists would paint this peer magazine."

"Don't give me weird names! My name is..."

"Heh, were you a cat user? That's a rare occupation. I heard it was a profession only recognized by the head of Ketsey."

Suzuki nodded as surprised and impressed.

"If that's all you know, remember one more thing. Cat users can only be changed to clerics in Ketsey. Not only did they root and steal the potatoes for the herbs I was carrying, but they changed their profession on their own by saying thank you or something appropriate! Besides, I don't even know where he is. Because he's a disgraceful species. Oh, Chickshaw. I've been a cat user my whole life."

Oh...... is this guy worried about not being able to transfer from a cat user, just like Caro was worried about not being able to transfer from a seducer?

With my powers, I'd be able to change my profession, but it's a hassle setting up a party or something, and you can keep it up.

The cat comic book user spoke of stupidity, which made him look a little neat,

"So I decided to avenge Ketsey. The Ketsies are mostly cats in appearance and hostile to the Cat Clan, whose only ear is the cat. I continue to paint this work to increase the popularity of the Cats in order to enhance their status."

... Is this the guy?

You call yourself a fan of sending inflammatory scandal stories to weekly magazines to make chase idols popular?

I don't care what you think, you're demeaning the Cat Clan and their status.

"So, what are we gonna do? If you want to buy a copy book, 50 cents a book, my book is divided into three books, one top, one middle and one bottom."

"Give me everything!

Expensive, I wouldn't say.

This kind of work is unique in this world. I don't know when I'll meet you next time if I don't buy it here.

Although Mr. Daijiro is likely to have it, it is possible that the book he had has already been disposed of.

"Maido"

Apparently the man's book had already been copied, he gave me three books.

It's a copy book, but it's a good job.

That's when.

The cat comic book guy looked like he was in a sudden hurry, and then he looked strange.

And from his nostalgia, a piece of paper popped up.

Bills... bills used by demon reporters?

"When this guy comes out."

That's what the man said, putting that bill floating in the universe in his ear.

What are you doing?

If you think so,

"That's a magic bill for contact. It's a receiver bill."

Suzuki explained it to me.

At that time, the paper the man had becomes sand and scatters.

"It's as disposable as that."

When the man said so, he exhaled small and turned to this one.

"... oh, bad. 150 senses. Do you have the money now?

"Can I have two silver coins? I don't need fishing. I want you to pay for the cartoons."

Give me two silver coins.

I thought I'd be happy, but the man's expression was sinking somewhere.

I hear you've heard something bad.

"Hi...... I'd really like to talk more, but go home today. Let my men guide me... and Suzuki. I need to talk to you."

Suzuki and a man with cat comics went to the back room.

I was led out of a hidden peer shop by a man's men.

I don't know, you should have got the best three, but don't have a bad feeling about it.