Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

"How's Crohiko?

Mr. Currier came as Mr. Cecily was cleaning up his meal.

"Ah, Mr. Currier"

"Were you awake? How's it going?

"Now when I put my strength into my body, the severe pain runs tight, but I wonder if it will heal over time. Little by little, but the pain is relieving."

"Right, good. Don't push it."

Mr. Cecily came back wiping his wet hands.

"Have you finished discussing the matter of a person named Noise?

"Unique. Thanks to the cooperation of the school director, it seems that the preparation of the Lokians is going to be over without delay"

Mr. Currier's expression changed to Mr. Cecily's maid clothes.

"Even so, Cecily, that outfit -"

"Oh, is this it?

Mr. Cecily picks up the edge of his skirt for a sensational look.

"I borrowed it from the dean, it would look pretty good on you, wouldn't it? Yes, and Currier next time..."

"No, I won't"

"I can't get along. When you were in the Sheeras bathroom, you were so happy to wear your new dress."

came, and Mr. Currier's knee broke.

"How can you twist facts with a so-so flat face, you... in the first place, you can't force me to hate you -"

Shadowed by Mr. Cecily's expression, something gleaming in his eyes seeped.

"Sorry, I got that dress for Currier... annoying, wasn't it?

"Hey, don't cry! Damn, what the heck... that's sloppy, that kind of thing!

"Phew, Currier is sweet after all, isn't he?

Mr. Cecily turns into a leopard for a glorious smile.

Mr. Jito-Kurier stares at Mr. Cecily.

"You've changed a little lately, haven't you?

"Eh heh... Currier's troubled reaction is adorable, so follow me"

With both hands together apologizing, Mr. Cecily tongues out.

Hung, and Mr. Currier snorts.

"Tell me, damn it."

"Um, Mr. Currier"

"Hmm? What's up, Crohiko?

"Settlement with noise, do you put it on?

'It looks like it's going to be over without a delay in preparation,' she said earlier.

Maybe it's...

"... right. I originally came here to find noise, and if I can fry it out here, I've never crossed it."

"Decisions, when?

There was a little while.

"Right after this."

I leaned down and said hesitantly.

"That's... it has to be right after this, can't it?

This is how I am right now.

I can't help Mr. Currier with this.

"According to Rokia, he wants to set it up while the King's Capital is still in turmoil. From those guys who are diving into school under the guise of being students, I guess it's easier to move something in their current state. It's convenient not to be around for two or three years, you said."

"Really?"

The matter of noise should be more important to Mr. Currier than anything else.

She came to this school to find Noise Death.

I want to help Mr. Currier like that.

But I'm not going to be able to help her now that I have a load of curse use.

At such an important time......

"Don't worry, Crohiko"

When Mr. Currier gave in a little, he loosened the edge of his mouth to appease me.

"With your help, I'm sure it's comforting, but the noise thing is, I'm going to settle for myself."

"Mr. Currier......"

"Of course I don't think noise is an easy opponent. He's the one around the corner, and most importantly, I don't know how this time it just ends with killing noise. It's going to be a tough fight."

"... Still, you do, don't you?

"Oh."

Mr. Currier lifts his hips.

"And even when something unexpected happened, you thought I'd be okay, didn't you? Then again, you just have to trust me. For me, that's enough."

"... ok"

That's right.

Mr. Currier is a lot smarter than I am, and stronger than anything else.

Noise, I don't know, but there's no way this guy can easily lose.

Even that hibigami and I are people who crossed each other.

"Excuse me. I might have been a little off the hook."

"Hung, I don't think it's okay to be a little overwhelmed. I defeated both of them."

"Thanks to you, I'm in a state like this now."

Joking and laughing, Mr. Currier soothed his expression as well.

Mr. Currier sits on the edge of the bed.

"So leave the noise to me.... By the way, he said that when you move, severe pain runs on your body, but it's also tough to get up?

"Yeah, so far. This is how I get up, because I asked Cecily to help me."

Smile, and Mr. Cecily smiled.

"Seems like you had enough room to get your chest touched and thrilled, huh?

"Shh, Cecily."

"... what, you can afford it so much"

"Oh, it's a misunderstanding. No, it's true that I was thrilled..."

"But it's not very impressive to feel bad when you're being sincerely assisted."

"No, well, it's caused a little flirting from me, isn't it?

You just thought it was bad, Mr. Cecily put out a help boat.

... No, it was Cecily who drove me to the Poison Swamp, too.

And, with a frightened face, Mr. Currier tried to support him and let him lift both his breasts.

"Even so, he really likes this guy. When you went to the Sheeras bathroom, you said you wanted to rub it if you could."

…………

Pray that a curse of past alterations exists in the curse we have yet to see.

But then Mr. Cecily cracked me in... but if no one came like that, what the hell would have happened?

"I heard from Cecily's mother that men prefer women's breasts, but from me, this stuff just gets in the way in battle."

Mr. Currier drops his gaze dissatisfied to his chest.

"It will increase the range of attacks, and it will have some effect on the speed of movement. Even when choosing combat clothing and protective equipment, they are limited in size... and from me, they just seem unnecessary. Even if it does its original function, first of all, in my case, there will be no children in the future."

Cecily, with her far-eyed eyes, smiled vainly and said in an awesome whisper.

"There are some unfortunate patterns where only the chest part of the borrowed clothes creates discomfort due to the lack of breasts..."

"Hmm? Did I say something, Cecily?

"No, it's nothing, is it?

"But is that it? Are you happy that a man is simply having a chest floating around him?

Think of the landscape where only the chest floats in the universe.

…………

It's too creepy.

The sight is too creepy.

Perhaps this kind of element is essential as an introduction 'whose' - and so on - opened the door of the infirmary.

"But it's better to have one than not!

... who?

A brown-skinned woman dressed in black walked into the room as she forced a twin tail tied with a black ribbon.

Mr. Currier and Mr. Cecily get up somewhat.

What, that?

Creamy gray hair.

Black knee socks.

White boots.

Eye bands on purple eyes.

And that distinctive tone...

"Huh? Shanatris,?

The vigilance of Mr. Currier and Mr. Cecily is relieved because you smell that I know him.

... No, but you're still a different person?

For Mr. Shanatris, the...

Back length, too high.

That's right.

She should have been almost as long back as Mr. Makina.

Even so, the woman who came indoors was a slender beauty.

Plus that chest was open to accentuate, even to size, apart from what was in my memory.

But a woman like Mr. Model walks up to me.

"See you, Crohiko. It looks like this, but it's not me, it's not Shanatris."

I said.

Huh?

After all, is that Mr. Shanatris?

Not sisters or something?

"You just said you looked like this, didn't you? It's a little bit like that. It's due to a surgical ceremony, or something?

Because a lot of noise and the like use change spells, such a technique may also exist in such numbers.

"No, no matter what the spell of noise is, I've never heard of a technique like that..."

Mr Currier said.

Huff, and Mr. Shanatris laughs well.

"This is the effect of a new drug developed by me."

"New drugs?"

"Uh-huh. To seduce you, you didn't seem attracted enough as a woman in your usual eagle."

"Ha, ha"

"Please wait."

Mr. Cecily rose from the chair.

"Shanatris, you said, right? I mean, you're that 'Witch of Louvel Argan' and the famous deputy captain of the Divine Punishment Squad...... are you Shanatris Tooelf?

"Um, I don't know. Today, Renault Thread had been called by my friend Makina. I didn't think it would overlap with the Four Homicides."

"Why are you talking about seducing Krohiko?

"I took a strong interest in this man as a curse man, so I wanted to take him back to Louvel Argan, and I fell in love with the manhood I showed in the fight against the Four Homicides, and I was also interested as a woman."

"What?"

The voices of Mr. Currier and Mr. Cecily overlapped.

"Hmm? Was there anything weird about that? Didn't I just answer the question in earnest?

"Oh, the..."

Mr. Cecily gets stuck in words about whether he has faced a pure, straightforward answer that drains the trap.

"Mr. Shanatris, I, for the moment, am willing to leave the Renault thread..."

"I know. Wow. Makina doesn't seem to be willing to lend you anything easily either. It's just... if you indulge in this washi as a single otoko, you might change your mind a little bit, right? Hmm?"

Tell me, Mr. Shanatris has turned himself in hard.

... My chest, which is about to fall from my clothes, is pushed around my elbow.

My elbow is exposed because of the short sleeve condition now.

Oh, there's a slight warmth coming from raw skin on the elbow area you're on...

"Mr. Shanatris, um, my chest"

"You call me Shana, I won't let you go."

"... shanna"

"All right, all right, squid."

Phew.

"Why are you pushing me further?!?

"Muffled, behold. Use this medicine to pinch the eagle."

"I didn't hear that - guh, yes, the pain...!

"Look, it hurts when you move, right? If you look at how your body moves, you'll see. Don't push it, Crohiko."

I can't move without darkness because I have pain right now.

Damn.

Not like this, but not yet...

"Ya, stop it! This is disgraceful!

And, Mr. Cecily peeled Mr. Shanatris off.

"Mm-hmm? Is that it? Are you kidding me, Crohiko's lover?

"I'm a lover candidate! Just like Currier Verstein there!

…………

Huh?

Kiyu, I can't believe Currier is a candidate for a girlfriend too, that's the first time...?

No... but if you and Currier can get along like that, I...

"Ho? Do you keep the powder on other women as well as Makina? It's hard to do, Crohiko."

"I can't believe you're powdering me, people are not listening... it's practically rootless!

But Mr. Shanna said in an intriguing manner that he would shed my plea.

"But your silver hair is pretty, but you're not the kind of pretty girl who's come out of a fantasy painting... oh, is it a little too much? Rumor has it," The Jewel of Renault Thread "?

"... that's what they seem to call it"

Is Mr. Cecily's alias even passed on to Louvel Argan?

"Hmm, that's the kind of girl who anthropomorphizes the gemstone workmanship as it is. In their opponents, they do have bad minutes. The Makina one doesn't have a hard time either. Then..."

When I cleverly escaped Cecily's winged strangulation, Shanatris - Shanna - turned to me again.

And now when I put my hips down on the bed, I put my hands on my shoulders from slightly diagonally behind, pushing my chest even further.

"In this appeal, is it a win for me?

"Ma, you again...!

Cecily shudders her shoulders as she blushes and groans.

"Look, Ku, you hate Crohiko too!

"Hmm? Really? You don't seem to hate me."

"Ku, please don't like Crohiko properly either!

"Oh, the..."

"Hmm, Crohiko now thinks he's just going to die against the eagle?

"Oh, I don't think so! Shanna helped me when I fought Beshgham..."

A hazy Shanna slips her gaze to Cecily.

"Right, then? You don't like it, do you?

"Asshole! Whatever you think, the induction is too blatant!

…………

Mr. Cecily, I'm out.

The ground is out.

"Then why don't you use your own breasts to appeal? Hmm? Hmm?

"Kyu, Currier! Appeal!

"... why are you swinging at me? And why, look at my breasts?

Hey, what... what's this situation?

"Because I'm no match for her in size..."

Mr. Cecily dyes and peels his cheeks in cherry blossom.

Hung, and Mr. Currier snorted cool.

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't think the size of a breast determines a woman's worth. Perhaps I've never crossed the line with superior appearance and physical characteristics, but I think it's only at the point of first impression that it has the most power."

"Exactly - breast size is only a trivial element in measuring a woman's worth!

Once again, from across the door, someone appears.

... Now, mr. Makina?

"You... who?

It was Shanna sitting behind me who stared at Makina with her eyes narrowed.

After staring for a moment, slowly, Mr. Makina's eyes opened.

"... are you shitting me, Shana? But..."

"The power of this medicine."

Ms. Shana removed an elongated small vial from the valley of her chest.

The bottle was filled with blue liquid.

"What does that mean?

"We've been experimenting with how we can make medicines that change human flesh since before. That's the exam phase, but it's finally done, right?

"... what?

"Well, I guess I can't make it in bulk due to material issues, and I'm not going to publish it to a large extent. Most importantly, we still have a problem."

"Shanna, you..."

Once upon a time, Mr. Makina walks over to Mr. Shana.

It was a serious face.

It has a shooting flavor.

Angry, is it...?

Shit, and Makina grabbed Shana's shoulder with both hands sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Let's buy that medicine, in words"

"Machina...?

Mr. Makina's eyes, they were serious.

It was a seriousness in the middle of nowhere, on the level of writing so-called 'serious' and letting it read 'serious'.

"Yes, no, as I was about to say, there's also a problem with this drug -"

"Give me a break.... no, please. Please."

Deeply bowing your head, Mr. Makina.

I even feel like I'm throwing everything away......

"Do you want to be glamorous, like you are now?

Kokuri, and Mr. Makina nodding with a strange face.

"It's okay for you to perceive it that way. I just wanted to take a look at the landscape from" There "where you are now. Now, say the value."

... in part, I didn't know subtly what you were talking about.

"Hmm, so instead of giving you this medicine, can we just take Crohiko back to Louvel Argan like this?

"... I'm sorry, I just can't do that"

"Ugh, um, I don't think I'm losing my mind..."

I was a little relieved.

"But Makina, I didn't know you admired Glamour so much. Hmm, aye. Okay. If you're asking so much... I don't know what else to do, just this once?

"Oh, Shana! My one and only best friend!

With a full smile, Mr. Makina hugs Mr. Shana.

"I'm honestly happy for some reason... you said you were my first best friend, but I'm honestly happy for some reason..."

"Well, I'll have it soon."

Mr. Makina grabbed the vial so that he could take it away.

When she quickly opened the lid, she put her hands on her hips and drank the contents all at once.

and Mr. Makina's body is wrapped in blue and white light.

And

"Ko, this is..."

I don't know.

Like Shanna, in the throat! And I thought it was a pattern to be a nice buddy.

It wasn't.

Normal.

Yes - not at all, it was normal.

Makina was normally transformed into a poor, beautiful girl, just about halfway between Currier and Cecily.

Of course, the size of the clothes remains pre-transformed, so the skirt length is somewhat mini-like.

Also, the moderately swollen chest firmly underscored its existence without saying it could be ripped off.

Yeah.

Simply, she's beautiful.

From a beautiful girl to a beautiful girl, she blossomed.

The cuteness of the usual Makina adds a slightly grown up aesthetic.

I guess we all had similar feelings.

There was even a verse that was too brilliantly transformed to be lost in the choice of words.

Mr. Makina, who took the mirror he had placed on his desk and confirmed his appearance, put his hand on his cheek.

"This is me...?

Mr. Makina turns to me physically.

Her Sarah's hair fluttered through the universe.

Looks illuminating, Mr. Makina looks at me and asks.

"What do you think?

"Well, I think it's so beautiful.... No, not rhetoric. Seriously."

"Oh, thanks......"

Kuck, Mr. Makina pulled the miniaturized skirt down.

"But this length's a little troublesome. I see... this is what you mean by tall."

Mr. Makina smiling bitterly.

Shanna stroked her chest down relieved and asked.

"How do you feel now that the memorial has been granted?

"Well, that's inconvenient when it comes to inconvenience. 'Cause what I've never been able to wear"

Even so, it does not look like much.

... The smile on my grown-up face was kind of fresh.

And Mr. Cecily started whispering something to Mr. Currier.

"What do we do, Currier?"

"Hmm? What?

Powerful enemy, here we go.

"The school director?... Why?

"Look, the atmosphere that drifts between that crohiko reaction and the school director, don't you see?

Once Mr. Currier turned his face to me and Mr. Makina, he put it back.

"You're smiling."

"It's not good because I'm smiling!

"Sorry, I'm not sure what you're trying to say."

"... Ugh, hey, I kind of want to cry"

So, oh, that made Mr. Currier look somewhat perceived.

"No... if that's what you mean by 'enemy', I think you're the stronger enemy?

"Huh?"

"You know, I've been thinking lately... that you're surprisingly underestimating yourself?

Chu, and Cecily sips her nose adorably.

"Are you able to be a strong enemy, me? Somehow I, the... just know what's in me myself -"

"Hung... at least for me, you're a stronger enemy than the current dean."

"Currier...... next time you two put potato butter on crohiko, let's make it for you, right?

"Hmm? Oh, oh, I don't care - wait. That's not what we're gonna make on purpose, is it?

And that was then.

Shanna's body was engulfed in blue and white light.

And when the light subsided, Ms. Shanna was returning to her former toddler appearance.

"Hmm, apparently the pills have expired."

She took her pocket watch out of the pocket of her wrinkled clothes.

"It still seems that with more usage, the duration decreases."

"Become -"

I saw Mr. Shana with a desperate face.

"This effect is not permanent!?

"Uhm. It works at best, not for as long as it is now."

"Hey, what the hell..."

Makina, who looked like she had been hit, poked her hands on the floor.

"Shh, Shana! I wonder how many of those pills there are!?

"I had a drink earlier, so I can't hold my hand right now. It's in Louvel Argan's crocodile lab, but it looks like it could use a couple more."

Mr. Makina with an enlightened and distant eye.

"It was a dream..."

Perhaps it's time to cut the effects of Mr. Makina's medicine, too.

I may be rude... but the way it looked was pitiful enough to invite sympathy.

"Mr. Makina......"

Ms. Makina seeped tears in her eyes and smiled lonely.

"Crohiko, at least keep this look of me firmly burned in your eyes..."

Seeing, Mr. Cecily was breathing a subtle relief.

"So... it seems that Rokia is going to 'set the stage' for noise in the squares in school, but what about Krohiko?

"... for once, can you take me too?

"Right. Okay."

Mr. Currier exchanges his gaze with Mr. Makina.

"Well, then let's have a wheelchair. … or even think about moving it, although I'm already prepared."

Mr. Makina went out of the infirmary and pushed a wheeled chair.

... Well, it's a wheelchair.

Sit in a wheelchair with the help of Mr. Cecily and the others.

The chair was to be pushed by Mr. Cecily.

On the elbow arm, drop your gaze.

I didn't think I could help Mr. Currier earlier, but if you think about it, it may not be that I can help you at all.

My body is not in a position to fight - but I have a ninth curse.

Unlike other curses, that seems to have little load on your body even if you use it, and activation is possible as long as you can pronounce words.

Above all, if we can restrain ourselves with that chain, we can seal the uptake of the saccharin itself.

Of course, given the fight against hibigami, giants, and the Four Homicides, it might not be as helpful.

"Oh, yeah! Mr. Currier."

"Hmm? What?

As of now, I don't know if it's valid.

"Before, I was talking about noise change spells -"

I was leaving the main building and coming to the square on the school grounds with Mr. Makina and the others.

Just opposite the entrance to the Holy Ruins, that square is equipped with something somewhat like a stage.

I do remember hearing somewhere before that it is a stage used in events within the school, etc.

"What is Lokia going to do with a lot of students gathered in a square like this?

I asked Mr. Makina, standing next to me.

The square was now home to freshmen in uniforms and personal clothes.

"I don't know. I was asked to gather as many students as I could who were evacuated inside the school, and I just followed the instructions..."

The school is located just opposite the evacuation district.

Instead of going to Wangdu, the Four Violent Disasters wander around, most of the students in the quarters chose to stay in the school.

The students, who were supposed to evacuate from the West Gate to the territory of the Duke of Sigmusos, were driven back to school by Beshgham.

And after Beshgham died, they decided it was safer to be in a school where there were people who defeated the Four Violent Disasters, and so many students made the choice to remain in the school like this?

"But you trusted that Lokia a a lot, Mr. Makina."

"I didn't trust you."

Mr. Makina narrowed her eyes and looked at the square in a complicated way.

"However, if, as he says, the arrival of the Giants of the Holy Ruins or the Four Ferocities is due to a person named Noise...... if you leave him alone, you don't know what will happen next. If you can deal with it early, the school director's position is that you've never gone beyond it."

"I see."

"Well, if it comes down to it, there's Currier."

and a man in a uniform walked this way from the person on stage.

"This is it, Sama. Everybody come with me."

A man who laughs invincibly with his hands wide open - Lokia stands before us.

Currier, with his expression tightened, gently laid his hands on the pattern of the sword on his hips.

"If you make any strange moves... then, you know what I mean?

"Kukukuku, you're a swordswallower. Ma, don't touch Temehe's scales alone, I'll make a muddy effort. I'm a hard worker."

Rokia laughed at me.

"Did you see that? Even though we defeated the Four Felonies together, the shards don't look like they can win any credibility. You're an ice incarnate, aren't you?

"... I don't fully trust you either. However, I appreciate your help with Mr. Currier. Thanks."

"The matter with the Four Homicides was only a matter of unanimity of interest. I don't care about the noise this time.... Kuk, there's nothing more credible than a match of interest, is there? Aren't you, flattering young school director Sama?

"Right. As you said right now, I only helped you this time because our interests were in agreement."

"That's fine."

Lokia snapped her neck.

"Trust and friendship don't necessarily mean we have the same thing. I don't really know what they think. Then it would have been better to take a coordinated route with a unanimous interest."

"Makina, who is this man? He doesn't look like a student."

That's what I asked, Mr. Shanna.

Apparently, Mr. Makina, you haven't told Mr. Shana about Lokia.

Mr. Makina alternated between Mr. Currier and Lokia.

I guess you're asking me if I can talk to you.

And so Lokia opened her mouth.

"I'm Lokia. Uh... should I call myself King of the Kingdom of the Fools, the street? Everyone just said he was the king of the Kingdom of the Fools, famous for naming him King, and that doesn't make any sense."

"The Kingdom of the Fools," then? Then, in the end-of-the-life home... "

"Now to catch a certain damned woman who escaped into this school, I got the eye spill of Sama, the schoolmaster there, and he's infiltrating like a student like this, right? That silver-haired woman over there is just like me."

I glanced at the students with whom Lokia was gathered.

"So, I still can't let you grab my tail. I asked them to gather the students in this school right now in order to fry out an overly troublesome bitch."

"Hmm, with a woman being chased from her end-of-life home.... who is that woman?

"Ah? What, are you interested in something?

"A woman chased by a man in her end-of-life home with enough power to defeat the Four Violent Disasters... Honestly, I'm quite interested"

"Ha, a woman who likes things. That bitch..."

"Noise Death - call it" Intangible Play "for real. Something like the worst witch in the 6th Senate... maybe something similar to yourself? Shanatris Tooelf"

A familiar, rough, low voice emanated from Lokia.

But that wasn't the voice of Lokia.

For a second...

Rokia painted the procedure as she twisted her body behind her back.

From the left hand of Lokia comes frosty ice.

A spear of ice that stretches in his turn at the speed of the unleashed arrow.

A man standing ahead of the spear struck, sticking his open right palm forward.

As if the ice spear that struck him had struck even an immovable rock that knew turbulence, he cracked it in two, vividly, vividly, to the left and right, with a raging thud.

The stretched ice spear movement stopped.

A man poking his arm into his right hand gripped the crushed ice, pecking, crushing the ice in his hand.

And the man unleashed shards of ice, shattered from his forward raised hand, on the ground.

Step on a sparkling fragment of ice scattered at your feet and a man steps forward.

A slight glimpse of pleasure in his comatose eyes, a man, sneered.

"Long time no see, 'Demon King'"

Lokia stuck her hands in her trouser pockets and exhaled a thin, long sigh.

Then lifting his jaw slightly, he looked troublesome and stinky somewhere, confronting the man.

"Oh, hibigami."