Senpensekai no Madoushoshi

"Hey, come on, Carol! I'm willing to hit you!! Seriously!!"

"You're doing it!! Why shouldn't Toslin suddenly move?!?"

"Mr. Rose did it!! Please do this too!! If possible, aim for your arms as a priority!!"

"Got it!! I'm going Toslin. Yo!!"

"There's a stone in there too, hey!! It hurts so much when you hit it, be careful!"

"Seriously, it doesn't look good on your face with stoned snowballs or anything!!"

Toslin played Golem's arm with a long sword. There was a shitty noise of kickin ', and shortly afterwards the right arm of the golem went off track, wearing the snow ground violently.

"Okay, fine, Rose!!"

"Yikes!"

Along with a cute hanging voice, Mr. Rosé throws an oversized snowball (stoned) that I made.

"I'm coming too!"

Then Carol unleashed a snowball that had more than her own face. By the way, it was Mr. Quinn who made it, and he's still rolling snowballs a little further away from me. Of course I tell them to put as big a stone in it as they can.

"Alright, you're absorbing it!! Throw more and more!!"

The operation I told everyone about is extremely simple. Something about making a stoned snowball and bumping it. You think that's gonna make the golem bigger and bigger? Exactly. Now we're not making snowmen, we're making snowgolems.

"Uhh, my hands are cold!!"

"Patience!! You love playing snowballs!?"

"That's Toslin too, isn't it? You can throw Toslin, too?"

"Don't be silly! I'm going to attack him right now, so I'm going to make the best of it!!"

As we aim, the Golem absorbs the snowballs we make and grows as we look at them. I've grown my arm more than once, and it's no longer like Ogi. But it absorbs too much stoned snow, and it's moving slowly.

"The movement is getting a lot troublesome!! I don't know... it's a little easier to scratch..."

"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Toslin. Moving is slower, but eating properly will blow you away with one blow. Yikes!"

"Puppy, that's right, Toslin. You get hurt all the time."

"That must be you!!"

"Well, well, let me see what's cool about winning at risk. Hey, Carol?"

I've been used to the work and I've been able to afford it, and I've always tried to say that in return for being teased.

"Oh, you didn't say that?

Then Carol, who had finished throwing the snowball, blushed and let her mouth snap. It's easy to get involved.

"You guys are really close"

That's what Mr. Quinn said as he handed Carol his new snowball.

"Yes, very."

"Me and Carol are on the verge of corruption."

"Alas, I can see the red thread tangled in my pinky finger."

Even Mr. Rose laughed and said so, and now Toslin blushed.

"Heh? Red thread? What do you think when you get caught in the finger?

But Carol was bogged down because she didn't seem to understand the word Aya. Wouldn't that be a lot of rhetoric in Warwolf society? I'm a little interested.

"Oh, no!! You're already nosy. It's time for me to join the snowball!!"

It absorbs too much stoned snow, and the golem is no longer able to lift its arms due to its weight. I'm not afraid to attack anymore with this. All you have to do is wrap it in a snowball and hit it on the leg, as long as it's heavy with stones and trees and everything. If we can't move like that, it's a substantial victory for us. In this case, if you're not losing, you're winning.

"So will you throw this with Mr. Rosé for the last time? I like making them, but they don't lift them by themselves..."

When Golem's leg stopped looking good, he pointed to the first oversized snowball he had made and left alone. It's nice that I made it out of tension, but it's too gobbly and rolling and swollen to about my chest height. I didn't lift Mr. Rose alone because he also had stones and wax in it.

"Dude, that's just too big for you, Iris"

I put my hand on the snowball with Mr. Rosé as Toslin laughed bitterly. And when I can put my strength into it......

"Wow, wow!! I really lifted it!!"

"Pfft, you shouldn't look sweet at Toslin's idiotic powers. Because it looks like this and the blood of the oak is mixed..."

"Yikes, you stick it out of your head in this snowball!! I'll let you grow it out of Golem's feet!!"

"No!!"

"I'm coming, Mr. Toslin, let's go!!"

With Mr. Rosé's hanging voice, a giant snowball flew. But it weighs too much on the boulder and immediately falls to the ground, and then rolls with a gobble. But that seemed rather good, and the snowball spawned just between the crotches of the golem as it grew even bigger. The absorption started in that state, so the golem can't move anymore. I'll never be able to move this again.

"Uhh, yah!! Iris, you're so good!! That was a nice idea. Yikes!! Honestly, I was thinking about getting rid of it, but you can handle it!!"

"Uh, they followed me. Golem attack, that wasn't bad. My legs were splitting fast at first, and I'm suspicious that if it weren't for Iris' operation, I'd have run away."

"Again, you were right to follow me. I can really count on you to drive Mr. Iris."

That's what Mr. Rosé said, and he laughed at Nicole and me.

"No, no, we all managed because we were there... yes, Mr. Quinn, too, I'm sorry I couldn't help but say that the injury had just healed. Is the body okay?"

I shifted my gaze from Mr. Rose to Mr. Quinn, who offers prayers to report the victory of the battle. Then there was Mr. Quinn, who lay his hands on his knees.

"Yes, I'm fine. But I used muscles I don't normally use, so my body screamed... no, it's already old..."

I know. I don't usually exercise either, so my arms and legs are sticking up. This is definitely a muscle ache tomorrow.

"Hmm? That... wait a minute? Does he have anything?"

We all looked at you because Carol, who was checking the condition by climbing the golem where he was no longer able to move, suddenly said that.

"What, you have... what?"

Other than Mr. Rose, who is praying, peeks into his left hand with Carol. Then there...

"Hey, isn't this the loud fairy?"

Yes, it is. Toslin was right, there was a leprechaun there grabbed by Golem's hand and relaxed. That figure, dressed in grassy clothes on brown skin, belonged to that fairy who parted ways that were not necessarily good for flattery, no matter how she looked.