Kaiko Sareta Ankoku Heishi no Slow na Second Life

An alchemist who suddenly appeared in the village of Lax.

Did you say Mr. Masari?

I decided to hear more from the demon clan.

It is a demon race, even so to speak.

As the ancient enemy of our human race, we can't just let it go completely wild.

Even if I say that I belong to the former Demon King's Army and that I have an understanding of the Demon Nation, as village chief, I have a minimum obligation to guarantee the security of the village.

... So, that alchemist, Mr. Masari.

An undecorated woman who just says she's a plain woman starts talking to the bump.

"... I was originally a Zebiantes alchemist."

"Yes, you will."

I heard you came here to introduce Zebiantes, the Four Heavens King.

That asshole.

Are you willing to hide the fact that just being close to the human race, which is inherently the enemy, can be a sin of treason?

"He's a full-body decorative woman as you can see, so you're only thinking about decorating yourself with first-rate demonic guidance."

"You think you're hired for that?

"Yeah, it's stressful to be attached to an asshole, but because the pay was good"

That's a hard way of putting it.

Even against the employer.

That's not all I'm boiling my business down to Zebiantes, but you feel like you're only interested in things that interest you.

That's why courtesy is tedious, too.

"It was my job to gather copies of our magic technology to create beautiful and practical magic aids when I came to think of it. … which has been delayed lately"

"Ho."

"Missrill's supply is gone, isn't it? No matter how much I'm a genius, I can't make anything without raw materials."

Bashbarza took over and the ownership of the Mithril mine shifted to the human race.

I didn't know the impact was coming out of this.

And her. Subtly self-esteem. I said about myself genius...!?

"I was originally under Master Zebiantes for being able to handle luxury metals like Mithril, but you tried to tell me that it wouldn't make sense to be without it, once. Then they introduced me here..."

'There's a scene where you can handle as many misrills as you like!!' or something.

Doesn't he have a concept of confidentiality?

Don't you?

"I didn't expect you to be brought into the human power zone, but if you say you can process Mithrills as you like here, you're ready to betray your own people!

"Don't do it."

Don't betray me easily.

Because I have trouble handling this one.

"I will definitely cooperate with her!

And Sakai-kun, the original representative of the blacksmith, also adds a rough nose.

"Alchemy is already an essential part of our blacksmith work! To create high-performance weapons approaching the Hermes knife, you have to restrain them from the alloy that will be the material! Absolutely!!"

"So you think you can't do it without her?

Forging techniques of the human race and alchemy of the demonic race.

You think we need those dream collaborations?

"Using my alchemy to make human weapons...... I was surprised the first time I heard it, but it's pretty muddy and funny."

says Alchemist Masari.

"You deserve my job, a contraindicated genius masking such common sense! Fine! Your job, this genius alchemist, Masari, will help you!!"

"Bruise!

I said genius again about myself!?

"But remember! For helping you with your work, I'll let you make whatever you want here too! Use as many Mithrills as you like that are no longer a rarity in the Demon Clan, and keep my inspiration coming!

"Of course! At that time, I will spare no effort in providing my skills as a blacksmith!

"Huh, I don't think you have any support for my genius work, but let me hope for once"

"Now we..."

"... have the same aspirations, buddy!!"

Gashy......

He and others with hugs of passion to punish.

Are you also sympathetic as Comrade Creator?

"I wonder what's wrong......!?"

I conceived it with a distracting thought, but for Sakai-kun, alchemy is no longer the default route.

I guess that's also an inheritance from the deceased master, Grandpa Smith.

Until now, Lisette and Zebiantes have asked the magicians who happen to be there to make them, but they are not in the main position in the first place, so they cannot hang up, nor can they be of product quality.

The alchemist's dedication to the blacksmith must also be a very gratifying story for Sakai.

Now if you can gang up quality armor, it will raise the name of the village of Lax...

Well......

Should I even admit it as the village chief?

"Okay, okay. So, Mr. Masari? I'll allow you to stay, so make lots of good weapons."

"" Thank you ""

Sakai-kun and Masari told me at the same time.

Stay in each other's arms.

... How long are they holding each other?

The tension between skin and skin feels more moist than with each other.

Suppose it's a man and a woman.

On my own account as a married man, I had a definite feeling these two would be deadbeat in the future.

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There are other places to look around like that, and by sundown, the village visit is over.

"The village of Lax is still at peace today"

I got that confirmation and went home satisfied.

My beloved wife Marika and son Gran greeted me at the house.

Welcome home, you.

An enthusiastic kiss just like when you go out.

Layer your lips again until the refleece top comes in from your baby's gran.

"Do you want to have dinner? Do you want to take a bath? Or a ta si?"

We'll have a scheduled exchange, and we'll take a bath first.

That said, I mean the task of soaking and washing the gran in warm water strewn in a barrel...... My own bath is a village public sauna. I have to go...

That's it for dinner.

Not only me, Marika and Gran, but Marika's parents, who live together, are part of a lively group.

Today's menu was stew as I was heralded in the morning.

I love Marika's characteristic stew.

Besides, it's steamed garlic.

and Marika added one dish.

"Because I have a lot of vegetables that Mr. Dariel has received from the farmers. Others are grilled eel, grated yam, black grilled imori in the life blood of a spoon..."

The menus so full of energy that those nosebleeds seem to be dense in front of me for some reason. I also donned my father-in-law (Marika's parents) who would share the table.

"Mr. Darriel works a lot, so you have to eat as much as this!

Everyone had the impression that there was something else going on, but no one would talk about it.

And I throw those energetic objects from one end into my mouth.

Even to meet Marika's expectations.

"Darriel, I feel better..."

My father-in-law told me with a mixed voice of admiration and awe.

"Don't lose..."

"What, why do I have to drink the spoon's blood too!?"

My mother-in-law recommended me and confused my father-in-law.

... Are you going to produce a younger uncle or aunt or something to our Grand Kun?

After a soothing but somewhere gloomy dinner like that, I go to bed.

Me in the bunk, but of course, with the efficacy of numerous force foods, I said, "Can you sleep!" and when I tried harder from there, Gran-kun started crying at night, so in the end, the couple's time was rooted away by the children.

Does this mean I'm going to be a parent...!?

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Time in the village of Lax flowing peacefully this way.

But abominably, there is always trouble scratching the peace.

Any new trouble that comes down to us...

It was "The Brave Disturbance That Increased to Four".