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 he looked good.”

“Oh, the hair there?”

“Oh. I guess angels have hair, too. Ha-ha-ha!”

“Hey, you! Heal my mouth, heal my mouth!”

“Oh, Aishera. There you are.”

Aishera, who had been hit by my mouth ulcer attack, held her mouth and was in tears.

“Hmm, I guess you're not sorry yet. You'll have to stay like this for a few days...”

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Ouch, ouch, ouch!”

"Hahahaha. It can't be helped...”

I touch Aishera's cheek and channel the curse power to heal her mouth ulcer.

Relieved by the pressure on her cheek, Aishera glares at me.

"Oops, next time I'll give you a cavity, okay?”

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no...”

“Okay, okay, that's enough, both of you. Let's think about the future.”

“The future? You're going to buy a horse and go to the Blue Kingdom, aren't you?”

I drank water from the jug in my room.

It felt good after using the fire.

“...But now that the angel has targeted me, the danger level has increased. I'm not sure if the Blue Sapphire Kingdom will accept me.”

“If it's an angel, I'll take care of it. That little fat angel was no big deal.”

"Big idiot. That angel is of the twelfth rung, the lowest of the angelic ranks. Still, he's a cut above the rest of us.”

"Hmm. Well, we'll make it work.”

My flames could burn an angel.

When combined with spells, it can be a powerful technique. Besides, even the weakest angel is only that weak... and I wasn't serious at all in the first place.

“Let's go buy a horse or something. I want a big, cool one.”

"...You're so naive. There were angels here not too long ago.”

“I'm not sure I want to go out on the town right now.”

“I don't know. I'll get you one. You know, a horse!”

“"............””

Well. Let's go buy a horse!!!

◇◇◇◇◇◇

“Horse, horse, horse, horse... ♪"

I went out for a walk to buy a horse.

It's been a while since I've been alone. The last time I was alone was as an errand boy.

"You can buy a horse at a stables, right?”

Stable.

They say there's one in every town... but I don't know where it is.

The whole town was normal. The little fat angel ruckus hadn't come this far, apparently.

I walked around the town at random, looking for a stable...

"Oh, is that it? There's a sign that looks like a horse!"

I found a stable.

There is a big sign with a horse's face on it. Moreover, the building is also quite large.

As soon as I entered the building, I saw a horse....

"What? There's no horse there.”

"What are you doing?"

"Um, a horse, please.”

The inside of the stable was empty.

Dogs, cats, and other animals had taken the place of the horses. The owner of the store was sighing.

He was looking at me and letting out a sigh...what the hell is going on?

"There's no horses here, as you can see. A big trading company just bought them up.”

"What? What the hell?”

"Didn't you see the angel appear? The big merchants bought up all the horses in town and left... oh dear.  I was going to run too, but as you can see, my legs.”

"Yeah..."

The old man who owned the store was missing one leg.

“Damn it... those merchants took advantage of my lack of legs and bought a horse for a couple of bucks. I tried to chase them, but the merchant group's guards knocked me down. I also broke my prosthetic leg...”

“Old man... are you okay?”

“Oh... dear. It's time for me to take over my family's tool shop.”

"Huh? Oh, no. You have a job.”

"Well, yeah. I'm a horse dealer. I like horses.”

"............”

The old man at the stables looked lonely as he saw the empty stables.

"Old man. Are you going to quit the stable?”

“I think I'll go back to my grandmother's tool shop in the country... there's no way I'm going to end up in a town where angels have appeared.”

"...Granny's tool shop in the country?"

I have a feeling of déjà vu... oh well.

"Is there any way to get home, old stableman?"

"Well...we'll figure it out. I'll buy a new prosthetic leg, buy a ticket for a carriage ride... No, I'll run out of money just to pay for the prosthetic leg... Well, if I don't have money, I'll just walk home.”

"I'll… take that one!”

"What?”

I picked up one of the white dogs that was lying in the stable and presented it to the old man.

"Sell me this dog!! The money... yes!”

"Hey, hey! You got a lot of money...”

"No problem. This white dog looks expensive, noble, and expensive, right? It's worth fifty gold pieces.”

"Hey, idiot. That's a stray dog...”

"I'll take it then! You can give me the change at the old lady’s tool shop!”

"Sure… Hey!”

With that, I left the stable with the dog in my arms.

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“Woof! Woof!”

"I'm sorry. I'll be responsible for whatever I buy... but I'm broke."

The white dog followed me around, wagging its tail to see what made me happy.

I bought it on the spur of the moment, but I don't know what to do with it.

I can't just leave him there... oh well.

"Let's go back to the inn for now. It's true that all the horses were sold, and it looks like we have lots of money, so it doesn't matter."

"Kuu!”

"Yes, yes. I'll make you dinner when I get back.”

“Woof! Woof!”

And I took the white dog back to the inn.

I was glad that there was no one at the reception desk of the inn. I went back to my room with the white dog...

"Huh, Flare! Welcome back!”

"Well, there you are.”

"I'm back, Prim. Well, Aishera, looks like you're gonna get a cavity this time.”

"Hmm. If you can do it... hey, what's that?”

“Woof!”

“Dog.”

"I know a dog when I see one. What happened to the horse?”

"Oh, they sold out of horses. The merchants bought them up to get out of town."

I shrugged my shoulders and saw Prim's eyes twinkling.

"It's so cute... can I touch it?"

"It’s okay, isn't it?"

"Princess! You can't touch that filthy furball with your bare hands.”

"It's so cute!"

"Kyuun ..."

Prim stroking the white dog, and the white dog squinting pleasantly.

Aishera was trembling, but Prim ignored her completely. I'm glad she likes the white dog.

"Huh... hey, where's the money by the way?”

"............."

"Hey.”

"Uh, well, the money's turned into this white dog, I guess.”

"What?”

"I'm sorry.”

I was beaten by Aishera… I will accept it this time. Yes.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

The next day.

We were to head to the sea town on foot.

I heard that there were some horse-drawn carriages, but thanks to the little fat angel fiasco, they were all cancelled. I heard that they didn't mind if we went on foot, so we had no choice but to walk.

I had to carry all the luggage... they said it was punishment for spending money.

"Keep walking.”

"Yeah, yeah.”

"Aishera, stop being so mean."

"I'm not being mean. It's his punishment for using our street money for such a white dog.”

"Mmm... it's cute. See?”

“Woof! Woof!”

I said casually at the exit from the western town to the sea town.

"Well, what do you want to name this one?”

"Well... she's a pure white bitch, so let's call her 'Whitey Lilienthal'.”

"No, how about 'Brightening Hurricane' as in dogfighting?"

"My bad. You guys shut up."

It's too fucking long and too lame. These guys have zero taste.

I guess... white dog.

"...All right. From today on, you are ‘Shiranuhi Shiranui’. Are you ready?"

“Woof! Woof!”

And so, with the addition of our new canine companion, Shiranui, we headed west to the sea town.

I hope we don't get into any trouble...oh well.


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 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 smiles at the memory.

When he closes his eyelids, the scenes from his childhood seem to come back to him.

He would get cardboard boxes from the local supermarket and use them to build a secret base.

Using the space in a closet or something like that, he would make his own room in the room.

He would bring his toys into the kotatsu or futon and crawl around like a snail with only his face showing.

Naoto had been longing for a space of his own since then.

"Doraemon had a secret tool like that, right? When you put a poster on the wall, it becomes a doorway that leads to a room in another dimension.”

The manga he had seen as a child had increased his longing.

He made it come true.

A microbus camper, a custom-made six-mat Japanese-style room and a veranda.

In a word, it was.

A mobile secret base.

Naoto had fulfilled a childhood dream in the form of a camping car.

He turned on the air conditioner and felt the warm air blowing gently.

"It was winter when we built our secret base out of cardboard, and I was really pissed off when I brought in the stove.”

He looked back at the time with distant nostalgia.

At that time, he thought he could kill two birds with one stone by making the inside of the secret base brighter and warmer.

"I guess you got mad at me for bringing candles into the closet too.”

It was morning and for no good reason, he turned on the light above the driver's seat.

It used to be dark in the closet, and there was no power supply, so he bought candles at a hundred yen store and brought them in.

“When we had a kotatsu, he said, ‘It's transforming!’ I said, ‘It's transforming!’ and flipped over the top of the kotatsu and broke the fusuma*. (Japanese Sliding Doors)”

Pushing the switch that was custom made and labelled "Transform".

Behind him, he hears a mechanical sound. The door opens at the back of the camper, and you see it transform into an edge.

A microbus camper, Patricia.

It is the embodiment of Naoto's boyhood dream.

It is a dream itself.

Naoto sipped his tea and looked up at the sky.

The sky was blue, stretching out as far as it would go.

The sky was so clear and blue that not a cloud could be seen.

It was blue, blue, and blue everywhere.

It was blue, so there was nothing wrong with it.

It's so beautiful, and just looking at the blue colour warms the heart, it's like seeing the sky for the first time.

It's like seeing your childhood friend who has lived next door to you for a long time wearing makeup for the first time, a feeling that you know but don't know.

"Well, I don't remember the sky being this blue."

He twisted his neck and thought about it.

He thought about it for a while, but he couldn't remember what the sky was like after he became a member of society, so he quickly stopped thinking about it.

Because he was happy now.

In a secret base on the move, under the blue sky, sipping a leisurely cup of tea while looking up at the sky.

Happy, so he stopped thinking about it.

It's been an hour of happiness.

That's how long it's been since Naoto woke up and started sitting idly in the driver's seat, doing nothing.

Time to do nothing, time with no plans to do anything.

Time to just stare up at the sky.

Maybe he won't run the camper today.

He just wanted to stay here and relax without running it.

The sky was so blue that this time he turned off the air conditioner and opened the window.

The wind blew with the sound of rustling leaves, caressing his skin.

The wind felt good.

It was different from the wasteful wind of the city or the strong wind of the subway that seemed to whip the slaves.

It was a gentle, comfortable breeze.

Naoto sipped his tea for a while, letting the wind blow over him.

"Oh, it's gone."

He noticed that his teacup was empty and went back to his room to refill it.

"Huh? Sophia, you're awake."

Sophia was sitting in front of the kotatsu, her face uncomfortable and her eyes half open.

There's something off about her, he thought, and then he noticed that her upper body armour was turned backwards and forwards, probably because she was sleep-deprived.

The light armour, typical of a princess knight, made it possible for her to move backwards and forwards without getting stuck.

"Pfft."

Naoto blurted out.

His eyes met Sophia's unfocused ones.

He made a cup of tea for Sophia and handed it to her.

"Aaaaah..."

Is she saying thank you? He was amused by Sophia's sleepy way of saying that.

Naoto chuckled and picked up his phone, which had lost its communication function in the other world and was no longer in use, and activated the camera function.

Click. Click. Click.

One by one, he captured the sleepy figure of the princess knight in his lens.

Thinking of the childlike spirit restored by the blue sky, he decided to take a video as well.

"Sophia, look at me.”

"Huh?”

"What's your name?”

"Sophea. ...... Pane. ...... Exsia.”

"How old are you?”

"Fifty-eight.......”

"What are you good at?”

"Military discipline.”

"That's a lot of noise. What's your weakness?”

"......”

Unlike before, when she had vaguely answered immediately, Sophia fell silent.

She tightened her mouth and closed it like a shell.

Naoto was curious and asked further.

"Sofia? What's your weakness?"

"......”

"What if...?”

Ping, I thought.

Coughing, he let his throat reset.

"... Ogo?"

"Kuu! Kill it!"

Poof! Sophia looked up at him.

In an instant, Sophia was awakened. Her face shook with anger, and her half-open eyes snapped open.

"Pfft...hahahaha."

Naoto holds up his phone and starts laughing with his stomach in his hands.

Sophia's reaction was on point.

"Huh? This place is..."

The humiliation on her face lasted only a moment, and the princess knight looked around with a puzzled look on her face.

"A mobile home... wasn't it in a cave?”

"Maybe you were dreaming. You have no business going into a cave.”

"That's true... but what is it, Naoto?”

"Oh, I was taking photos and videos.”

"Pho-to? What do you mean?”

From Sofia's pronunciation, he could tell that it was not from this world.

It didn't matter, so Naoto took control of his phone and first pulled out the picture he had just taken and showed it to her.

"See, that's you, isn't it?”

"Oh, my God!”

Comparing my figure to the photo, she noticed that the armour was on the back of her head.

Her white skin was quickly turning cherry red.

"What have you done?"

"No, no, no, no, I didn't do anything. You just fell asleep and did it to yourself, didn't you?"

"No! No, I didn't do anything.”

"It's a good thing I now know how to wear armour upside down. And... yeah, this could be cool."

"Forget it! Forget it now!”

"Oh, yeah, I got one of those.”

He controls the phone and now shows the video to her.

"Sofia ...... peiin ...... exsia”

"Ahhhh!"

Sophia screamed her head off at the video, which was even more destructive than the photo.

"What are you doing, Naoto?”

"Well, you're pretty cute. Destroying the enemy army is a little scary, though. Are you going to be a one-man warrior? Do you have a nickname like "princess knight of slaughter" or something like that?”

"I don't have such a nickname! And I haven't destroyed that many people!”

She ranted loudly and blushed even more.

"I mean, what the hell is that? Magic! It's magic again!”

"It's not magic... it's some kind of magic tool. You can record things like this."

He added in his mind, "I'm just making this up as I go along.”

"Yeah, erase it, erase it!"

"It's such a waste. It's so cute.”

"Erase it!”

"Hmm, okay, but on one condition.”

"What? What?”

Sophia braced herself.

"If you don't get under the kotatsu for the rest of the day, I'll erase it.”

"What--?"

Sophia looks at me as if it is the end of the world.

"You're taking the kotatsu hostage again? How cowardly can you be?”

"It's a standard thing for female knights to use hostages to the fullest. Anyway-what do you do now?”

"Kuu..."

Sophia's face twisted in frustration.

"'If I endure this for one day you'll really make it go away, won't you?”

"Yes, I keep my promises."

Naoto said in a tone of voice that made it sound like he was not going to keep his promise.

"All right, I promise.”

Sophia nodded and moved away from the kotatsu.

Naoto then approached it and pulled the kotatsu futon off the body.

Carrying it, he got out of the car from the porch, hung it to dry on a nearby tree, stretched out the wrinkles and patted the comforter.

The sun hits the futon.

Instantly, a warm feeling came over him.

Since I had just wanted to hang the futon out to dry, he did that while Sophia was tinkering with it.

This meant he couldn't move the car for the rest of the day, but that was okay.

When Naoto returned to the car, Sophia, who had immediately put her armour back on, was staring at the kotatsu, the futon of which was gone.

She looks like she wants something and is trying to hold back.

"Oh, you can go in that kotatsu. As long as you don't have a futon."

"Really?”

"Oh, yes.”

With his permission, Sophia immediately jumped in.

"This is not a kotatsu.”

The kotatsu without the futon made her feel depressed.


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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, it is."

That's right, I remembered.

"How about Aoi's eggs?"

I suggested.


 

152 – Fried Eggs

"Aoi-chan's eggs...?"

I said yes.

"She lays two eggs a day now, but on the other hand, I can only release two a day...”

He laughed.

"Would you like to try some?"

If you ask, Mr. Furuya will make it for you.

This time, I asked him to make an omelette.

No soup stock, no seasonings, just eggs and sesame oil.

Mr. Furuya was interested in this dish, so we cooked it using the eggs we had picked this morning.

He was surprised to see the eggs with blue shells, but he was more interested in the taste.


 

153 – Wholesale delegation

"Delicious...isn't it...”

I replied and ate the softly cooked egg.

We have enough for ourselves. We have enough for our own consumption, so we can sell them four times a week.

When asked, he replied in a biting tone, "Please!"

"Oh, yes."

It's just the right opportunity, let's hunt around in the dungeon and wholesale the meat that's lying dormant in the warehouse as well.

It was just an idea that came to my mind, but Mr. Furuya said he would take it up with me.

Finally, we decided to set the price, but I have no idea.

So I said

“I'll just charge you for what you actually use, and you decide the price."

Please decide the price.


 

154 – Stroll

There are no residents or even tourists in this area.

There are no large shopping malls, clothing stores, or convenience stores.

There is only a small supermarket and a home center.

I rarely see a car driving around.

It is supposed to be such a place, but when I went for a walk for a change

But as I was taking a walk for a change, three cars had already passed by in twenty minutes.

"What is it? Is there something there?"

After walking for a while in the direction the cars had gone, I saw a store with a large wreath in front of it.

It was unusual for a store to be set up in such a place, I thought as I scanned around.

"Oh, isn't that Mr. Ide?"

He called out to me.


 

155 – Good Store

"Huh? Furuya-san? That means this is ・・・・."

That makes sense. Mr. Furuya must have invited some friends to celebrate the opening.

"Actually, it seems that the regulars at the main store heard that today is the anniversary of the opening..."

I see. But still...

"So this is a branch of the main store. It must have been a very capable store."

He could decide on his own suppliers, and he also called himself the owner.

In addition to that, there is currently a line of customers in front of me.

I can tell even if I don't like it, this is a good store 


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 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 seems to have calmed down a bit and lets out a small breath.

"No doubt... hellfire.”

"That's what I'm saying. Anyway, I'm going to kick your ass for destroying the town and the bakery!”

I leap through the frame of the roof towards the little fat angel flying in the sky.

I'm confident in my physical abilities. The distance between me and the little fat angel was several meters. I swing my flame-wrapped fist to strike him.

“Slippery!”

“What? Whoa!”

I was caught by a spear of light, and then popped straight back into the air.

This little fat angel has quite a bit of arm strength.

“I'll admit it. I admit, it's the flames of hell... the flames of woe that will consume this world. The reason why angels are born is right in front of you! Oh, God... you are going to put this Maurier to the test!”

“What are you talking about?”

“All right. This Maurier... will give his all!”

“What? No.”

The little fat angel got serious and deployed dozens of spears of light to float around him.

Then he grabbed two of them with both hands and flew towards me.

It's not a good place to be.

“Kuu…”

I looked down for a moment and saw that there were still people there.

Prim hugging Aishera in the bakery.

Outside the bakery, people were running for cover.

This is no good. We can't fight here. The footholds are bad and it's hard to do anything.

“Then... run for it!”

“H-hey! Wait!”

“No way!”

I run across the roof to get away.

I run, looking around to intercept this angel in a large area.

I kick up a wall, grab a chimney with one hand and climb it, and jump over obstacles as I go.

"Damn, you're a fast runner...!”

“Hehe!”

The walls of this town, with their many protrusions, are no different from ordinary ground to me.

In my training with my teacher, I've climbed some of the slippery walls without any spells.

I dodged the occasional flying spears of light and made it to the center of the town. There were no more people in this square. It seemed to have been evacuated or something.

I made my way to the central square and jumped off the roof of a house.

The little fat angel also landed on the ground with his wings spread and his spear of light in his hand.

"Oh... it's easy to do here.”

"Yeah. Finally, we can do this for real. Prepare yourself, this is where the fight begins!”

“Hmm. I don't know why you pigs can use hellfire, but I have to take care of you and report to the Church of the Holy Angels!”

“All right, let's do it!”

At last, the gruelling battle has begun!

◇◇◇◇◇◇

I put the spell in my hands and the fire in my... what? I've got an idea.

“I'm going to call it the [Spell Flame Bullet Jyuendan]... just an idea, but will it work?”

Put the thumbs of both hands up and fold the fingers except the middle and index fingers. It's a form of finger poking... but maybe.

I focused the flame on my fingertips and pointed it at the little fat angel.

“I don't know what you're planning to do, but...”

“No, it's just an idea. I'm sorry, but I have to try something with you.”

“Don't get cocky, kid!”

The little fat angel suddenly snapped.

This guy is emotionally unstable.

“Disappear with my spear of light!”

“No way!”

Dozens of spears of light unfolded and flew towards me.

I clothed my right hand in flames and knocked down the spears of light, then fired the flames from my left hand at the little fat angel.

"Nu!? This is a mess!"

“Orarararararararara!!”

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom! And flames the size of a clenched fist shoot out.

The little fat angel piled up the spears of light and used them as a shield, but the flames burned the spears and finally hit the little fat angel.

"Aaahhhh! ............! Aaaaahhhh! What the hell is this?”

"Okay, it worked. I'm not sure if it's possible to put a spell on the flames or not... I thought the flames of hell were used by sorcerers.”

“It huuuurrrtttsss!!! What did you…!!!!???”

"Yeah. It's the curse of tooth decay and mouth ulcers.”

The flames burned his flesh and the spell he had cast consumed his body. There will be no more hell.

The little fat angel contorts his face in tears and presses his hands down on his puffy, swollen face.

It's hard...all his teeth are infected with cavities. In addition to that, there are thirty mouth ulcers.

“Gubooo!!!! It hurts!!! It hurts!!!”

“I've got an opening!”

The little fat angel couldn't concentrate on the fight and crouched down, crying.

Sensing my chance to win, I wrapped my whole body in flames and approached the little fat angel.

“The bad guy who wants Prim... will burn!”

I've got red flames on my fist----

[It's hot ... fire fire fire fire, but it's still not enough]

"――――!?"

Something bright red appeared in my mind as an image.

Then I subconsciously shouted.

“First hellfire [The Fire of Kagutsuchi*] Sakuraba Renge!!”

*TN: Fire deity who burned to death his mother Izanami during childbirth (and was therefore beheaded by his father Izanagi)

A series of attacks with bright red flames on the extremities.

Tooth decay, stomatitis, acute gastroenteritis, stomach ulcer, migraine. A full course of state change curses is struck with the flames.

“Orarararararaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

“O gya ube go bba bu bo hega be”

“And here..!!”

"Buggyobaaaa !?"

The little fat angel, who was burned to a crisp with full body burns, was blown away by the last jumping kick.

When I used fire on a human, he burned up, but the angel didn't burn up, he just got charred. The durability was amazing.

His clothes and the feathers on his back were burned off, and the little fat angel, now bare, did not move an inch as he rolled on the ground.

“Yeah!”

I thrust out my fist and took a victory stance.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

Leaving the little fat angel behind, I went back to the bakery.

Then I saw Prim putting her hand on Aishera's back. When I looked closely, I saw that her hand was glowing with a faint light.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, my God! What? Is that Flare?”

“Oh, man. I didn't think you'd be that surprised.”

“U-u-u-um, t-t-that… here!”

“Yes?”

“Princess, calm down. Apparently, this idiot does not understand. Please continue to play with my body.”

“Die. Uh, Flare, I, uh...”

“??????????”

I seriously don't know what that means, and I tilt my head.

I don't get it. I thought it was just a hand glowing and stroking Aishera's back.

Was that...?

“Aishera, are you hurt?”

“Don't you see? I was healed by the Princess' healing magic.”

“Wow, Prim is amazing.”

"............”

“Princess. He's a naive fucking idiot. He'll be fine.”

“Hey, watch it, girl. I'll give you cavities all over your mouth.”

“Oh, try it. The princess will cure me of your spell in no time. She will play with my body, touch my breasts, and reach down my waist...”

"Aishera, die. Flare please don't tell anyone about my healing magic.”

“All right. Anyway, let's get out of here. I think we'll be fine now that I've beaten that little fat angel to a crisp.”

"So, you defeated an angel... this fool looks pretty useful, princess.”

“Damn mouth ulcers!”

“Oh, my God! B-Bastard! Ouch! Ouch!”

“Let's go, Prim. Aishera's gonna be there for a while.”

“Y-yes.”

I made a few giant mouth ulcers in Aishera's mouth and we went back to the inn.


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 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...”

“Hey, hey, hey. You want anything? Which one should I choose?”

"Hey, country boy... pick your favourite.”

“All right, all right!”

My first bakery.

I can say it clearly now. I'm... glad I became a bodyguard.

I'm thankful for Prim, and I'm shopping for bread.

"Okay, this round one and this long, thin one. And the black one and the curved one!”

"Flare. Can you eat that much?”

"Yes. I'm starving. Prim, you should eat a lot.”

“Yes. Okay, Aichella, I'll have a croissant.”

“Yes! I know it's presumptuous of me, but I'll choose the same thing as the princess. In other words, the princess and I are connected through our stomachs...”

“Aishera, you are not eating.”

"Ugh. Well, that's what you want... okay.”

“Hey, Prim, why don't you leave her here?”

"I'll give it some serious thought...”

Next thing I know, ---- the ceiling of the bakery exploded.

◇◇◇◇◇◇

"Princess!!" "Prim!"

"Eh? Eh?"

Aishera covered Prim, and I shouted and kicked away the falling debris at the same time.

The ceiling exploded.

No, it didn't. It collapsed under the force of something big.

"What!?" "Kyaaaa!!" "Uhhhhhh!!"

“Get out of here!” “Mike, Miiikeee!” “Mommy!”

The store is crowded with people who have been hit by debris and people in a panic.

Bleeding mothers, crying children, old people crushed by the rubble... it was awful.

Aishera protected Prim from the debris.

"Are you all right, my lady?”

“Ah, Aishera! Aishera!”

“Ugh...”

“Let me see.”

I look at Aishera's back.

I forcefully rip her shirt open and Prim says, "Ah," but I ignore her. Her shoulders and chest were badly bruised. She must have been hit by debris.

I take out my charm and apply it to Aishera's bruises.

“[Self-healing Lee Yashi]… That should help a little.”

The charm took on a faint glow, and Aishera's face flushed with surprise.

"The pain is receding...!”

“It's an enhancement of your self-healing ability. It only relieves the pain and it takes time to heal completely.”

"...Huh, Flare.”

“Prim. You're injured...”

Prim was looking at the ceiling, which was gone.

At the same time, I look up.

“What the hell is that guy?”

“Oh, no, no…”

“Prim?”

Prim was trembling.

A burly man was floating in the air. He wore a white robe with a cross emblem engraved on it.

The man said without looking at us.

"I am Maurier, Angel of the Twelfth Rank of the Church of the Holy Angels. The seventh princess of the White Pearl Kingdom, Primavera. Come out.”

It was not a loud voice.

Nevertheless, the voice of the "angel" who called himself Maurier echoed well in the town.

“N-no, no, no, no”

"Prim, what the hell is that? Is he the enemy?”

"The Church of the Holy Angels... an angel. An evolved form of humanity, the most powerful race.”

"That's an angel? That's an old man.”

A little fat guy floating in the air. That was my impression.

Then, the little fat guy looked at me.

“Pig.”

“What?”

“You stink. You're livestock.”

“What? What are you talking about?”

“The little fatty pointed his hand at me and a pure white light flew towards me.”

"What? Wait!”

I instantly concentrated the "flame" in my hands and canceled out the light with something.

Good. I was able to offset it with fire. What's with the little fat guy?

"Hey, you did this to the bakery! I hadn't even eaten bread yet!”

“...Why are you still alive?”

Not interested in me, the little fat man turned his head forward immediately after the light shone.

You bastard...I'm getting pissed off already.

"Hey, Prim. Is this the enemy?

“Yeah...”

“Can we knock him out?”

“No, you can't.  There's a difference between angels and humans! Human weapons can't even scratch an angel! Angels, angels... are in a different dimension in every way.”

"Hmm. And they're enemies? I mean, they seem to be after you, don't they?”

Oh, shoot. I might have said something I shouldn't have.

The little fatty looked at me, or rather... at Prim.

"Hmm. That's a fine pig. You must be Primavera, the seventh princess of the White Pearl Kingdom?”

"Hii...!”

"My mission is complete when I have finished you off. Goodbye.”

A spear of light flies from the little fat man's hand.

I stepped forward to protect Prim, and flicked the spear of light with my flaming fist.

"...? How can you prevent the Angel's Spear?”

"I don't know. But I get it... hey, little fatty, I'll beat the shit out of you!”

"Pig. Do you think a pig can beat an angel?”

Pig, pig, pig.

I steeled myself and walked through the rubble to the ceiling of the bakery.

And then I saw it.

The bakery wasn't the only one affected. Bastard...

"Little fatty, did you just... destroy the town?”

"What? What's wrong with destroying a pigsty?”

“I mean, you're the pig by the looks of it, right? You're a pig.”

“Hmm. No pig has ever been able to talk so much to an angel before. Well, he's still a pig.”

“I'm going to make you squeal!”

I hit the little fat man, burning my hands.

The roof was gone, so I ran over the skeleton. But the little fat man dodges my fist easily...

"Flame? ... Hmm?”

I tried to punch the little fat man, but his face changed colour.

“N-n-no way, it's the flames of hell!?”

"Duraaaa!!"

"Bugababa!?"

My fist exploded on the surprised little fat man's dove tail.

The sound and smell of burning meat came from the sizzling, and a large burn spread across the little fat man's stomach.

"Gyaaaaaaa!? Ajuaaaaaaaaaaaa!?"

"Yes! Looks like it works!”

“The Demon Lord of Hell's Gate should have been burned to the ground!”

“The Demon Lord of Hell? What's that? I've eaten all the flames.”

"Haaaaaa!?"

Holding his stomach, the little fat man floated up, sweat trickling down his face.

But then his expression changed.

Stained with anger, his face twisted into an ugly mess.

"You, you, you!! Don't you pigs take me for a fool! Don't fuck with the angels!”

“It smells good. Smells like burning pig.”

“Damm it!”

What a surprise, two wings spread out from the little fat man's back, and a silver spear was born in each hand.

"Holy Angels Church Twelfth Level Angel Maurier! I'll take care of you!”

I remember my teacher telling me that.

When the other person says his or her name, you should say yours. No matter who you are, be polite.

I took a stance and said my name.

The Jyutouryuu is a fusion of spellcraft and physical arts. The teacher taught me the kata of Cursed Fighting Style. The third level is my rank.

As a spellcaster, it's a low rank. But no matter what your rank, it is important to identify yourself in a serious competition.

"Valflare, third level spellcaster of the Cursed Fighting Style Class A. Come on, I'll curse you!”

And so my battle... my first battle with an angel began.


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