Me, Adventurer! - Undoubled Skills Are Flat Magic

Mr. Aristotle and the man are left undisturbed but unattended with their vain eyes pointed at the ceiling and a half laugh strapped to their mouths.... Is this Ray's famous eye? Like Ray the Man, who gets it?

This image is deleted. No, if you leave it, maybe it'll help later? Like after Mr. Aristotle succeeded the Marquis...... Niyali. Adults are hungry. It gets dirty and black. For dirty grief.

Nakahara Nakaya may have recently leaned in a negative direction. Am I under stress? Let's play with Woo and be healed when we get home. ○ I can't do this to Bewan, but I can save Skywalker if I'm bored!

Well, forget the joke. This would be the effect of Seylan's curse. It seems that they are deprived of their physical freedom and are paralysing their thoughts. Are you saying you're dreaming while you're awake? That's a nasty dream, too. I guess the fact that other seylanes sing during mating also means that when the song runs out, it will also cut off. I hope there's no sequelae left. Like flashbacks.

There were two other seylanes in the dome. One sleeps on the edge of the bunk and the other is eating. What you're eating is a big fish. If you look closely, there's a pile of bone-like white stuff in the corner of the room. I see not only fish, but also large animal bones, blah blah blah man skulls. Some cloths appear to be the remains of clothes worn by the Lord of Bones. I knew they'd eat you at the end. Man is sad.

As it turns out, these two have already arrived (...) later. The two singing... this one's after all. It's a secret where you looked and judged. Let's just say low angle.

That means...... no good, I'll tour when these two are done! Hopefully World War II starts after that, but if not, it's mealtime for all of us! Not if you're observing for a long time, Mr. Aristotle will be eaten!

While I'm saying something like that, a guy who's not Mr. Aristotle is freaking out and having a cramp! I'm out!? Wait, it's fast!

I hurry up and send the plane in, and I pop the guy and the two of them riding over Mr. Aristotle. Two blasting wings pulling yarn from the junction. Nasty. Predicting where Seylan left off, I surround myself with a plane around the two lying around. Don't worry about being eaten or held hostage by this.

Seylan, who was in the nest, starts making noise about whether he was alert because of an anomaly. But unfortunately, he's my checkmate at the time I secured the two of you.

I rush to the nest on the skywalk. Ugh, that smells so raw. I just stood at the entrance and a hell of a stench drifts from the back mixed with fish, rotten meat and the smell of arres. I think I'm gonna throw up. This is a fight against time. Will my breath be cut or will Seylan be wiped out?

Secure the spotlight over your head, hold your breath and enter the nest. Come on, battle!

You noticed me in the light, two of them at the dome entrance coming at me in an awesome shape. Beauty is ruined. Ma'am, the ground is out, isn't it?

The only way to attack both Seylane is by biting or cleavage by toenails. And the nest holes can only come towards one wing at a time because of their narrow width, and they can't even fly.

"Gyeeeeee!!"

The leading Seylan seems to have chosen to bite, opening her mouth wide and coming at me. Wild beast opponents may be effective, but they're only bad for humans with weapons. My defenseless head is right there.

I stick my left sword in its mouth and cut my neck with my right. Kick your right leg up and kick it down to the back as you lose your head and fall into it without force. Five left!

Momentum erupts from its neck one beat late, onto the other face behind it. Seylane with her vision blocked tries to take blood by rubbing her face against her wings, but it's not me who misses such a gap. Shake down your right hand's armpit and beat it to the ground with its momentum. Seylane, with her head cracked, cramped several times in the middle of a pink flesh-mixed blood and stopped moving.

I waved my left sword and dumped Seylane's neck, which remained stabbed, and ran out to the back of the nest again. Four more!

♪♪♪

All of a sudden, huge momentum from the back of the nest flooded me with signs of darkening. It's a sign of mucus that sticks around your body. This is probably a curse, isn't it? Boulder speed, fast enough to avoid it. But unfortunately, only in the cartoon can we stop the fight with songs. It doesn't work for me with earplugs. "Hear the Atashi song! 'Even if they say' I don't hear your song or anything (it doesn't work)!

I thought the spell was wind based magic, but from the color of the signs, it's like another system of magic. I've never seen a black sign before. It could be magic specific to demons.

Rip open those black signs and I'll push back. One Sai Lane is coming at me in front of the dome at the end. I guess I'm going to bite again, beating him down from the head with a wave of horizontal gibberish. The top half of his head is slashed off from his nose and blossoms red on the wall. The body that was left ran a few steps past me, falling into the ground and blooming a similar flower. Three more!

Reach the dome inlet. As we predicted there, one of them hovering near the ceiling descends sharply and strikes. A sharp key claw approaches me.

But unfortunately, my sign perception isn't a map of the plane, it's a 3D spatial map. I knew I was hovering and ambushing. If you take just one step back and claw the key, Seylan lands on the ground without killing momentum. Poke through that momentary gap and stab the left hand sword in the middle of your defenseless chest. Twisting gently and pulling the sword out, Seylane fell into the depression as she blew a large amount of blood out of her chest hole. Two more!

He shakes the plucked sword and drops his blood, throwing the right hand plume toward Seylane singing in the back. Flying as he rotates, he feeds into his head like a crack in the right eye of Seylan. Seylane, who fell behind in that momentum, stuck inside a pile of bones and stopped moving. One more!

The last one, you realize you're no match for me, and you're threatening me with an awesome face while I lay low. Desperate shape, but this one's a job, too, right? If he's alive, he'll attack humans again, and we can't keep him alive to make sure he's safe on his way home.

"'Don't! Somebody help me!

All of a sudden, Seylan begged for his life in the voice of a man with a grudge. Oh, is this the voice imitation of Seylane that Mr. Aristotle and the others were deceived? Sure, I just thought it was Osama. Quite an interesting art. But you remembered that voice because Osama said it, didn't you? Well, that Osama is mixed up in a pile of bones there, isn't it? I can't help it because it's a weak and strong eating world, but it's not something I feel very good about. He puts a sword between Seylan's eyebrows and ends it with clams. Mission Complete.

That's about two minutes. It's time for my breath to be at its limit. Let's go outside for a moment. The smell is going to stain my body.

Pulling the sword from Seylan's head, Seylan's body falls sideways, losing support. and there was something white and round under it. It's about the size of a person's head and has a grey patterned spot.

Whoa!? Could this be?

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"Ugh... mmm..."

"Dear Aristotle! Good, have you noticed!

"Keith? Is this... Huh! Sai Lane Ha!?"

"It's all right now, there's no Seylane. This is on a ship bound for Gizan."

It was not until some time after the ship left the island that Mr. Aristotle regained consciousness. The other has already woken up and eaten his first bread near the bow in days.

"Gizan?...... Huh! Really!? Are you sure you got help?!?"

"Yes, Master Aristotle! We saved you! We... we can go home!

"Huh! Right!... Great, I'm so glad!

"Dear Aristotle!

"Keith!

Mr. Keith and Mr. Aristotle are holding each other crying. Old Spoof Root cartoons or thin books for women. Well, I don't know how you feel. But I don't.

This is the deck of my ship. I was laying a blanket there and putting Mr. Aristotle to bed. I already put my clothes on. I got other sailors to do it, not me. Because no matter how handsome you are, I didn't like to touch a naked man. All the other sailors are out on deck, with their vertigo hips down and looking down at the ocean from the ship's edge.

Why isn't everyone in the cabin because they can't get into the cabin?

There were indeed many ships adrift on that island. There were Noran ships as well as kingdoms, and times varied. There were many treasures and demonic props left on board that were never used, so I received them rather than being forgotten. It's not a waste, it's a waste.

I'm sorry to hear that the booty has filled the cabin, but everyone has been put up with it on deck. Nevertheless, I don't think he's so crippled.

"This is it! I'm flying! And fast!"

Mr. Aristotle is surprised to see the sea from the ship's barge. Yes, the ship is currently flying fast southeast of the Lute Sea. Normally when flown, the air resistance is strong and the speed cannot be achieved, so the hull is covered with a spindle-shaped plane. It's not cold because there's no wind because of it, rather it's pokapoka in the spring sun. There's no shaking, and it should be far more comfortable than a large modern passenger aircraft. There is also an on-board meal that is not available on board. Self service, though.

"He says it's the magic of His Excellency the Associate Baron Faith. My lord, you rescued Aristotle."

"Associate Baron Faith...... that boy"

Mr. Aristotle stands up and walks up to me on the deck at the helm. No, it's nothing. I don't need to hold the wheel, but I was wondering if I should hold it if I want to move the ship. In short, it's a matter of mood.

"Are you Associate Baron Faith? My name is Aristotle, and I am a man of the Marquis Hugo family. You think I can send you to Gizan after you help me from Seylan? Thank you for your kindness."

"Hi, I'm Beat-Face, an adventurer. I'm not thankful. In the first place, I was following your footsteps at your request. This was a disaster, wasn't it? You're safe."

You have a good conversation. Apparently there is no after-effect of the curse. Maybe I'll represent it as a trauma later, but I can't take care of it that far. Overcome it on your own.

"Adventurer... is that a request? Still from my parents' house?

"Yes, my client is the Marquis. You seem to have had a bit of a problem while you were away, so please go home and reassure them."

"... I see. Overlapping, thank you. A token of this gratitude, sooner or later, must be"

Mr. Aristotle says thank you with a serious face. From the slightest conversation now, they speculated on the current state of the Marquis. Not only his face, but he doesn't seem retarded.

Damn, it's called the King and the good Count Bullhead, apparently the handsome man in this world has been given both two and three things by heaven. Dad's gonna look normal, chip!

"Never mind. Even I wasn't human resources."

"What? What the hell is that..."

"You'll see when you get to Gizan. Look, I can already see Thin Ra and 'Dra's Collision'. We're almost there."

The far west horizon turned into a ridge with irregularities. Gizan is just around the corner.