Nozomanu Fushi no Boukensha

"... well, let's just go inside"

Elsa tells us that for a while after dropping off the kids who went into the orphanage.

Here, perhaps it would be quicker to go from ourselves than to wait for the monk, the head of the orphanage.

Either way, Elsa seems to know the monk.

In the first place, I grew up here a long time ago, and even though I became a monk, I was involved. If that means that I already knew what to do.

That's what Elsa's saying with that feeling. I kind of figured it out from what I heard and the air.

"Right."

and said with Lorraine, and went inside.

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"... whoa!?

At the same time as I went inside, I was suddenly caught in a giant object.

I worried if I should avoid it, but the pressure was as if I had no hostility and my reaction was delayed.

To put it further, I should also say that it was faster than I thought.

What the hell is that to me...?

So I thought I'd take another look.

"... Ha, ha... verobello"

With a warm breath, I can taste my face on every mask.

I don't feel very bad about it.

That's a lot more than when I was captured by the tongue of Normal Gigantes Rana, a pu giant frog I encountered when I went away before.

I don't know what to say at that time, but I remember being saved by a copper-class adventurer who couldn't escape and was so rampaged to death that he eventually had superior strength than me who was throwing the party.

Because there is a theory that the demons of the frog lineage are strong for their appearance, or that they were originally clerics that could be used by the gods.

If you taste it, it is the end of being tasted and dying… it is not even a joke.

So.

Speaking of what the hell is tasting my face...

"Hey, hey! Mr. Porch! Get away from me!

Its presence leaves me, along with the soft voice that

shadows away, and the full picture of the object was revealed

"... dogs?

A dog with long white hair stretched out.

The size is... big... the whole length is definitely bigger than me or Lorraine.

As a human being, I somehow think of Wolf, the leader of Malt's Adventurers' Union, the Guildmaster, but he's a comparable giant.

So those eyes are calm and pure... gentle.

Cute.

I'm more of a doggie than a cat.

Cute, I think.

By the way, Lorraine is a cat, and the adventurers' trend is also a cat.

Because I can't get my hands on it, and there are few demons of the cat lineage that people miss, and few if any that are very useful as partners.

Dogs are... extreme, aren't they?

As a family, some submissive people can live together, but such beings have little fighting ability, and when they ask for something useful in battle, they become pretty superior demons.

There is no time between them.

You say you can't reach the itch... but instead, once you nostalgic it, you feel safe to follow whatever it is until you die.

Cat demons are whimsical, and if you think they suck, you run fast.

Either way, it was painful and itchy.

"... what about you?

When the dog got out of the way, an elderly woman stood beside him looking at me worried.

I asked her.

Unlike Elsa, a genuine young man, right?

"... hey"

Guess what I thought, Elsa's gonna give me a moment, but I'm gonna rinse it off.

"Are you okay......? Sorry about my pouch... this kid is usually very dear..."

An elderly woman says that to me with regret.

Yeah.

Tranquil hips, quiet atmosphere and clear appearance.

There was a woman there who could say which was very, very good.

Well, slightly out of my taste, but when I asked if I wanted to keep up with most guys, almost a hundred percent would do thumbs-up. Contract.

You can stick with the rest when you've confessed, you'll say willingly.

I just thought about the crap that a guy is just stupid...... and I say.

"Is this creature... a dog okay?

"... what do you think? I don't know."

"I don't know..."

"No, because I've been around for a long time. Ever since I got here. It's been over twenty years, hasn't it? It's too long to live for a normal dog... I think it's a demon."

Oh, is that what you mean?

There are places where I don't really care about things like that anymore because I'm immortal, but the life expectancy of a being that doesn't have extreme magic is generally close.

Non-human That's proportional to the size in that species... Larger mammals often live longer... well, that being said, there's quite a deviation.

Whales live for more than a hundred years, but dogs live around fifteen years, and mid-life is longer, or... birds don't have to live as much for seventy or eighty years...

This neighborhood wants to wait for the biologists to figure it out.

It is always everyone's question as to how long a creature can extend its life.

When I think about demons... I probably don't have a lifespan if it stays that way.

Because it's the undead... even if it isn't, it's the guy named Demon who has more longevity than a normal creature.

It is said that magic extends the life of the organism, but in fact it is subtle.

The fanatical scholars carry out a lot of mad experiments, such as normally raising organisms in dense, magical spaces, or injecting magical liquids into their blood.

Lorraine would have come too.

But what I found out after that kind of trial was... "I don't know".

After all, we don't know anything about normal creatures and demons, such as people, or their boundaries.

If you say that to the scholars, that's not true, there's a difference between this and this.

I suppose there is a strangulation with a bright red face that would be obvious from academic research and demonstration, but as a reality, such a theory (...) cannot be overcome, and it proves wrong.

Those things have been repeated dozens or hundreds of times.

I wonder what a demon is after all.

I don't know.

I don't know...... I do live well for over twenty years, and at this size I can tell sensibly that it must be a demon.

Such a presence......

"Wow, wow!"

When it comes to talking... it's about knowing my surprise.