1-13 Goodbye to the city of the west. We took lodgings away from the area where the commotion had occurred. We didn't inform them of the angelic rampage, and entered the inn with casual faces. The room was cramped for three people, but as soon as we entered the room, I felt exhausted. "Haa ～～～～～～...damn, I'm tired.” "I didn't think... angels would come to kill me.” “Don't worry, that little fat angel is naked and burnt to a crisp. His hair and privates were all on fire, and [.....]
13 - Interview with Princess Knight Just after the sun rose, the camper was parked. Naoto was alone in the driver's seat with the curtains closed. The driver's seat is connected to the living area of the camper, but when it is closed like this, it creates a strange space that is both wide and narrow, like the driver's seat of a large truck. Naoto was sipping a cup of tea alone. "Hmm, when I was a kid, we used to build little secret bases like this.” Naoto [.....]
151 – Gluttony "Midori, do you mind?" Since the tree was originally planted for Midori, I asked Midori to confirm. Then Midori carried the flat fruit, rolling it with her nose. She rolled it in front of Furuya-san and made a curly sound. "Midori, I don't think one is enough, do you?" I added, and Midori rolled two more. Midori rolled two more and looked at Furuya-san with a grudge. "Ha...ha..." I'm sure you're not the only one. "It seems to be a little tough." He replied, "Yes, [.....]
1-12 - BOSS / Holy Angel Association 12th Floor Angel Maurier ② "How can you wield the flames of hell... and what did you just say? You're a sorcerer?” "Yes. I ate all the flames from the Hell Gate. And when I came out, the village was destroyed.” “Don't be ridiculous!” The little fat angel holds a spear of light in both hands and throws it at me. But I concentrated the flames in both hands to cancel out the spears of light. Then the little fat angel [.....]
1-11 - BOSS, Holy Angels Society Twelfth Level Angel Maurier (1) The good smell of bread... I had never seen bread like this before, even in the village. The bread I ate in the village was hard, just flour kneaded and baked. But the bread in this store was fluffy, fluffy, fluffy. We were given a wooden tray. “You put whatever bread you want on this and pay for it, right?” "Yes. Yes, Your Highness, please take whatever you like. I'll get it.” “Thank you very much. Then...” [.....]
