Konjiki no Moji Tsukai

As a result of the Winkaa attack, the bovines were mutilated, and the bovines that constituted the mutilated area fell apart and to the ground.

Moreover, the figure of Winkaa, whose fallen bovines also feed on spears with the momentum of electrolithic fire, seems to stun the giant bovine animal, the main body.

I guess that's all her movements were too unexpected. Along the way, the bovine crab attacks with water released towards such a winkaa, but is lightly bounced with a spear.

Seeing her like that, the sun color also held admiration, but I am thinking of stabbing Todome with this hand on the bovine, the big man because of it.

Because that's more of an addition to your experience, and you get the fullness of eating what you've tailored.

"... you eat anyway. Do you want me to cook like this? Well, there's something I'd like to try."

The sun color loosens the cheeks, while the wall of magic made of 'anti-protection', which has previously covered the sun color, disappears. Apparently, after a minute, it expired.

New magic on my fingertips and writing letters.

And run straight out toward the great bovine crab as it is.

"Hey antenna woman, if you don't want to get involved, stay away from me!

When I say that to Winkaa, the sun color jumps up dramatically using the bovine crab on the jump table. Then point your fingertips at the great bovine crab and release the letters as they are.

When activated before hitting the great bovine crab, the flying letter suddenly changed into a slightly sticky liquid form and poured down on the great bovine crab.

The day colors that went straight down to the ground write even more new letters.

"All right! This is the end! Burn! Character Magic!

Also the letters released, now hit the great bovine crab,

- Bow!

A small fire was born from where it was hit,

- Bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby, bobby!

In an instant, the fire engulfed the great bovine crab.

Anolds are also flared by the way the flames burn as if they had exploded.

"Giggyyyyyy!?

It's a big cow crawling with a bump, but the flames are also on the fallen cow crab.

But they can't make the decision to extinguish the fire with water, just move around, and eventually they do their best to fall flabby.

And a little while later, by the fountain, many of the bovine crabs were scattered with fragrant smells.

"All right, extermination complete!

The sun colors snorted alone, but the Anolds were sneering as if they were craving explanations.

The surviving bovines are also fleeing back to the fountain. I've hunted enough, so I didn't even bother chasing him.

The sound of leveling up also rang in my head, making me look even more satisfied.

"Yes, what the hell kind of magic is yours..."

Anold is cramping his cheeks.

I'm staring at the sun color jizzily whether Winkaa, who likewise didn't know the magic of the sun color, got interested.

"Hiiro...... can you use fire attribute magic?

Yes, I asked Anold. Winkah, but Anold makes a difficult face.

"Mm-hmm. Actually, I don't know you very well either. Because earlier it didn't feel like a fire attribute. You just let go of something like weird letters. Hiiro doesn't talk about magic. This is the first time I've seen it. But, well, it's not like it's magic. It's half magic, and from what I've seen, it's probably unique magic, right? I know you don't want to talk."

Unique magic is pretty powerful magic, but if you do something remarkable and stop in the eyes of the powerful, you're likely to come close to using it.

That is why many unique wizards (magicians) do not belittle their magic.

"Hiiro............ wow"

I can't use magic. If you try winkaa, magic seems unknown and intriguing.

Besides, the sun color is a rare unique wizard among them. Maybe it was natural to attract her interest.

"Hey Hiiro, what have you done now?

"You have no obligation to answer."

"Ha, here it is."

Anold turns to Winkaa like he told him to do it with his shoulders flattered. Then she was doing a little thinking trick,

"Hiiro...... did you use oil?

Unexpectedly, the sun color moves my eyebrows piquely.

This time, the Japanese color strategy is even easier. First use the letter 'Oil' to oil-coat the entire large bovine crab.

And 'fire' can be used to leave fire in no time. That way we can attack the whole thing, and the fire won't go out if we tear it apart. That's what I thought. And it was a brilliant success.

If I had used the letter 'oil' before, I couldn't write a new letter until it expired.

But this time, thanks to the "Multiple Writing Liberation", I could continue to chase him with the letter "Fire" without extinguishing the effect of oil. This is what I wanted to try.

It was a bump production, but I was fortunate to be sure that synergy meant this as well.

But what bothers me is what Wincah said.

There is no way in this world you can read the letter 'oil' on Winkaa. Because it's kanji. Yet she was heartily stunned as to why she answered without hesitation with oil.

"Oil smells"

Convinced by her words moving her nose with a crack.

"You smell like oil if you say so. What the hell."

Looks like Anold felt it was oil too. If you do know the smell of oil, you can imagine that the sun color produced oil.

"I mean... you've noticed a lot, wi. I didn't even notice..."

Nor can it be impossible for Anold to feel incredible.

Now, crabs are overflowing with burnt smells.

It is the art of pure beastman face loss to be a cook out of it and smell the smell of oil before the anold of the five sharp beastmen.

Was Wincah happy to be praised, "Eh! I tense my chest like," but it's a little too bad it's faceless. But the big breasts swayed with plenty.

Anold saw me clapping my shoulders rather than admiring the sun color.

"Hmm? Oil? I mean, Hiiro, I don't deny it. Does that mean oil, after all? Dude, you can't even produce oil... how much is it really?"

Anold's surprise is also natural.

"Oh, no, wait, oils... oils... Hmm"

The sun color read Anold's thoughts that are obviously giggling as if he had come up with something good.

"I'm sorry, but you don't ask me to oil you up when I cook, do you?

"Huh? Well, why not!

"My magic is certainly all-purpose, but hence the limitations"

"Shh, restrictions?

"The oil I put out disappears in a minute."

"... Really?

"Even if cooked using oil, it is not recommended as a cooking method because after a minute the very existence of the oil disappears"

In other words, even when cooking with oil, after a minute, the oil is gone and the flavor of the oil disappears, so the cooking method is too difficult to handle.

"Oh well... I thought the oil bill would float"

"Well, there's nothing wrong with using it for ignition when you light a fire, but stop it as a cooking method."

Anold drops his shoulder and is clearly discouraged.

Kilululululululululu......

Suddenly a lovely warning noise sounds from Winkaa's belly. Naturally, the sights of the colors turn to you.

"Stomach...... reduced"

Did you get hit by smell, Winkaa stares at Anold with a look she seems to want?

"Oh? Yes! And I got my prey, too! I'll eat bovine food from now on!

"Ooh."

Winkaa is happily poking her fist up.

"Muir! Help me!

"Ugh, yeah!

Speaking to Muir, who was coming nearby, he proceeded to walk towards the bovine crab lying there.

Looks like Winkaa is going to help too, exerting an unimaginable amount of power from that slender arm, lifting several bovine crabs by herself and taking them to Anold's place.

The sun color said, I sat back on the spot and waited quietly to be able to cook.

"No, no, I can help!

I'm going to ignore Anold's screams and get a good night's sleep. Closed his eyes on the tree. I worked hard enough, and later I just said it was your job.

To that character of the sun color, are you used to it already? Anold overflowed with stupidity, and went on to cook while comforting Muir.

Because there was no desk or anything else, large leaves were laid on the ground and replaced with sheets. And on top of it is a multitude of dishes made by Anold.

"Come on, eat! You can understand why I wanted you to eat until I brought you here!

The colour of the sun is just enough to make me think I'm a cook, to dwell on the thrill of cooking. I am totally impressed with the fact that bovine crabs change into a variety of dishes.

From what I saw, Winkaa also seemed to glow her eyes and wonder which one to eat from.

"Ushigani Sautéed, Ushigani Fried, Nut and Crab Salad, Ushigani Steamed in Methyl, and more!

And because it was all that bovine crab, there was not half that amount either.

The sun also desperately presses the saliva out, first holding the "Ushigani Fries" in his hand in front of him.

"Ham...... whoa!

It has a crisp texture and at the same time a rich crab taste in the mouth. Besides, the sauce was made of crab miso, and even though it was miso, it suited the fry well with a light flavour.

Next, "Steamed Bovine Crocodile" is available, but it seems that steaming makes it possible to eat every crocodile.

After a sip, hot crab juice poured out of the inside, as if eating Xiaolong Bao.

The heat is likely to burn, but there are crab eggs inside, and I can't stop feeling the pungent touch. It's just like crab music.

"What do you say, Hiiro?

Anold asks with a grin.

"Oh, really, I have to admit I only cook"

"Ho ho ho, right? Well, that's just me as we discuss it later!

The face that is completely peaked and laughing is Uzza, but now I feel good, so I ignore it. And it's true that every dish he cooks is just to his satisfaction.

"Ha mu mu mu... mo mu mu... very mu mu"

This is exactly what a heartbreak is. Winkaa or something is moving his hands at high speeds without even waving his sides and pouring the dish down his throat. Are you happy with the antenna over your head too? It's moving.

"Oh, um... Hiiro...?

"Hmm?"

If you noticed, Muir was coming next door at some point.

In his hand was bread as long as copepan. There is a cleavage in the center, in which the crab itself is giddy stuffed.

"Here, take this. Go ahead!

That's what I said and stuck it out.

"What? You don't eat?

"Oh, the... this..."

I'm dyeing my cheeks red and spying on the flicker, but I don't get the guidelines and look at my face. Then Anold says in a grumpy voice.

"Damn, that's" Crab Cream Bread "made by Muir...... I envy you"

He's throwing the dish into his mouth in a self-abandoning manner, saying Gucci why he's only handing it to Hiiro.

"Well, did the little one make it"

"Ah, yes! Doh, go ahead!

Take it. I'll take a bite.

"Mogu Mogu... Huh!?

"Duh, how about that!?

He asks anxiously frowning.

I moved my mouth and thought it tasted like crab cream croquette. But crabs were more delicious than they looked.

"... right. Not bad, but this bread might taste better if it's baked."

"Ah... is that right"

Muir that gets a little shunny. But the sun color goes all the way into my mouth without leaving the bread in my hand.

"Hi, Mr. Hiiro!

"But, well, the flavor was delicious"

Answer as you lick the cream on your fingers with the pepper. Muir brightens his expression all the time to that word.

"Oh yeah! Ahhh! I'll try harder next time!

"Oh, I hope so."

"Yes! Eh heh"

Anold seems to feel complicated seeing Muir smile cutely. I'm glad my beloved daughter is happy. But he doesn't seem to care that the smile is directed at a man.

"Damn............... we don't do Muir. Muir does!

It was Anold showing off his grand parental stupidity.

Jee......

"Huh!? Wu, mr. wi!

Muir seemed surprised because at some point the winkaa was coming by and he stared jizzily.

"... I want wi too"

"Uh... Um..."

"Bread...... can I?

Muir panicked when she saw Cocun and the winkaa she tilted her neck and said, finally understanding the sincerity.

"Wow, I get it! I'll prepare it now!

"Mmm... I'm waiting"

While Muir was picking up Winkaa's share, Anold had spoken while eating in a casual way.

"Hey Wi, what kind of race are you?

……

"Oh bad, see how bad you asked again. Uh, well, you're the beast man's half, aren't you?

"Yeah."

"Talk about the race of that beast man. I mean your father's race."

But the sun color opens its mouth before Winkaa answers.

"Why are you asking me that? You got something for me?

"Nah, I mean, even if it looks like this, it's the Dog People." You have confidence in your sense of smell. "

Anold has brought up stories about the smell of oil that he had not noticed earlier.

"The Dog Nation" has an excellent sense of smell, so he wants to know why Winkaa didn't notice and notice himself.

"I see, you mean they hurt my pride?

"No, no, you're not exaggerating like that! It's just that somehow I wanted to know Wi's secret..."

"Uncle... girl's secrets... you want to know so much?

"Heh? Mu, mu...?

Muir had the bread he was asking for from Winkaa in his hand, but his hand is trembling in small pieces.

I guess I didn't want to think that my guardian, Anold, would say that.

"Hey, a little different, Muir! Don't get me wrong! I'm just curious about Ui's father's race!

"To? Race?

Explaining to Muir as well, she was leaking her breath with her hands on her chest like she was seriously relieved.

Muir, however, immediately creates an anxious look and stares at Anold's face.

"But uncle, there might be something you don't want to talk to Mr. Wye about, too, huh?

"............... no, you did"

The two of us alone give the air that the conversation is complete,

"Race... I don't know, do I?

Winkaa, who is the person of the day, looked like he didn't care at all. From what I hear, she hasn't been asked anything about her father's race.

"No, you were still young when you broke up with your father."

"Yeah."

"So, but don't you mind, Mr. Wi!

"What?

"There's the blood of the Beast Clan that flows inside me."

"Mm-hmm... nothing"

The sun color shakes one topic as the empty laughter of Anold and Muir echoes in her rustling personality.

"But if you look only at the sense of smell, it's better than Osama, right? Are there no other such species?

"Uh-huh... 'The Dog Nation' is supposed to be the best of the existing species. Well, among the" Dog People, "there are" Blue Ears "like me and" Red Ears "featuring redheads and all that, because wi is yellow. I've never seen such a 'dog tribe', but I thought Wi was one of them because of his good sense of smell..."

Anold stares and then tilts his neck as he observes Winkaa.

"But I don't know. I feel different."

"Existing species mean there used to be?

"Ah? Well, yeah. It's more legendary than it used to be."

"Ho."

The sun is glowing over whether intellectual curiosity has hurt.

"The Three Beasts Race is now a family of people who are already treated as phantom beasts, but if it's one of them," Golden Fox, "the smell is better than" Dog Race. "

"Well, is there such a race? That's your first ear."

"Well, it's only a legend. Especially the one in" The Golden Fox Clan "called" Nine Tails, "right? He was free to beast, and that's what transformed him like a mountain."

Even in Japan, where the Japanese colour was present, "Kyouo" was said to be one of the special monsters. Its power was mighty, and it seemed to be fearful of other monsters.

Anyone with the name "Kyouo" in this world was special. Unfortunately, when I heard that it was already extinct, I couldn't erase my disappointment.

Ask Anold because the sun color was another thing that bothered me.

"Beastification... can you do that, Beastman?

"Hmm? Well, the beastification of 'Nine Tails' is extraordinary. Normally I can't. On the contrary, some of the men who draw the blood of the beast run wild without control over the power of the beast within them."

"Well, that's another interesting story."

"Well, if that happens, it'll be tough later."

Seeing Anold with a distant eye, it was a day color that would not pursue any further. Maybe he even went through some sort of incident involving it. I decided it would be better to wait for him to talk sooner or later.

"Oh, by the way, enough of Mr. Wie's story, uncle?

"Hmm? Well, I don't know what race in the case of wi, but I guess special wi was born with a developed sense of smell. Sometimes guys like that come and go."

Anold was nodding to tell himself Unh Unh.