79 Looks like he's the bandage.

An amount of bandage has fallen at your feet that will fill you to the point of the calf.

In a state like standing in the middle of it, Lianya stared at the white arm that came out of the bandage.

The feeling I saw was almost certainly a woman's arm.

It's also a supple arm with little muscle attached, like I've never done anything rough at all.

Theon and Lorna are trained to wield long swords and mace, so their muscles are firmly on their arms while leaving their femininity behind.

Cloire should say that boulders are elves, they only have enough muscle on them to barely tell by their appearance, but still, if you look properly, they worked out quite a bit.

But that arm, which Lianya dug out of the bandage, is a fleshy arm, so to speak, like Itoko's daughter, which feels like she was born to say so and has never done so before.

That said, I wondered for a moment if the contents of the bandage were any good toko lady, Lotus Yaya thought, but immediately dismisses the idea as not having one.

It is the residence of a dragon and there is something flying around Wyburn in the vicinity. The current position is a completely dangerous zone, not the kind of place where a lady in a good place would put a ton of bandages on her body and take a walk with her mushrooms.

Besides, they're alone.

There is no way she's a lady because she doesn't look like she's connected.

"If you got your arm out, you could take it off yourself later, right?

In the first place, it should even be difficult to come to this place if you are not the owner of as much strength as Lianya.

When Lianya said so, the bandage also offered the other hand to Lianya, feeling the question of how the hell the bearer of such an arm could have come to such a place.

"What?

"I hope you don't stop me on the way. I got my hands on it, so I was wondering if you could take it off to the end?

Lianya stops by saying what she's kidding.

I took one deep breath to calm myself down, then took the hand of the one I was offered.

"Okay, stay still"

Answering that and removing the bandage wrapped around the other arm, Lianya sneaks up and floats the rear squirrel armor abandoned in the magic of < Operation > to carry it into the shadow of the rock where the cloire is hidden.

If you are in a situation where you have to run away, you can throw away the armor, but not the rear squirrel inside.

Then, for the sake of when something happens, I have to ask Learis to just get out of my armor.

There are some ways to carry it in the magic of, but I can't say enough that it is possible in case of emergency.

Lotus Yakiya buys time by pretending to be a little hassle-free to remove the bandage.

"I'm sorry to bother you."

"Not at all. What the hell are you doing with so many bandages..."

"I treated him for a bit of big-eyed surgery. It was necessary to maintain stability."

"Oh, my God... here we go."

When Lianya said so, both arms of the bandage were released from the bandage.

The body, both feet and head are still thick and bandaged, and from both sides of a thick stick made of bandages, the sight of the arms of a laid-back woman stretching out is unclear to Lianya whether to say creepy or hilarious.

"Next, head, please."

"Do it yourself..."

"Please, Mr. Lenya."

Tension runs on Lianya's expression in a voice containing a grin.

"You... what's my name?

"Heh heh... you can also remove the bandage on your head than that. You need time for the elf lady in the back to rescue the people in that armor, right?

In a small bandage that contains laughter, Lianya punches her tongue without even trying to hide it.

Even if I can't help but find out what Cloire's move is, I didn't think this suspicious figure even knew his name, Lotus Yaya.

"You don't have to be so vigilant, do you? If you're worried, this is how I'll keep it in the back. Come on."

A piece of bandage that turns your free arms behind your back and puts your fingers together.

Lianya got lost here just a little bit.

The choice is whether to remove the bandage as they say, or slash it with a knife pull from this close range.

After only a few rounds, Lianya went to remove the head part of the bandage.

I thought there was nothing I could slash and not slash, but so far there is no reason to just slash and throw it away.

Because it's suspicious, I was slaughtering it because it's suspicious, but I'm only waiting for the result of slashing it to something that doesn't have to be slashed.

It is a fool's business to keep it without force, but it is a fool's business to use it without thinking about where to use it.

Lotus Yaya was secretly impressed that the bandages that were wrapped around her head were also incredible amounts and that she often did not choke by wrapping so many bandages around her head to face.

Then when the bandage is unbandaged, the hidden face becomes dew.

Lianya tilted her inner neck, staring seriously at its dewy face at close range.

It's been the face of a girl I've never seen since I came to this world.

The hair is light purple and grouped together in a side tail, and the skin is morbidly white rather than telling you to pull it out.

The ears are usually the same shape as a person's, but the crimson eyes that shine a naughty light also feel like they are only slightly different from a person's shape when viewed up close.

It was difficult inside to guess the age just by the face, but from the feel, Lianya clapped that it would feel like she said it was slightly younger than Zion.

Nevertheless, Lianya looks down on his face.

The other person seems to know Lianya's name, but no matter how many times he tried to capture his memory, Lianya still didn't recognize the face in front of him.

When they do, they unilaterally know about Lianya, but they can't predict where the hell they know the information from.

The girl stares at Nico and smile at the surprised Lianya face for what's funny.

"Hey? Have we met somewhere?

"Right. I met him once, but hey."

The answers returned to Lianya's questions confuse Lianya even more.

Once I see her, Lianya will know, but I don't remember her voice or face at all.

My body was supposed to be young, but I heard Cloire scream short and small behind Lianya, who began to question her memory, wondering if her brain would remain in the world before her.

Something went wrong, and at the end of Lianya's gaze looking back, Kroir, who was asking this one with just a little face out of the shadow of the rock, screamed.

"Mr. Lenya! Please stay away from him! He's a demon!

Are you in quite a hurry, the words you use were like elf language.

For a moment, Lianya doesn't know what Cloire is talking about, and the next moment she pulls out her hips knife as she looks back at the girl with momentum, and the movement stops.

Understanding that Lianya had entered the offensive posture, the girl, not even trying to defend herself, narrowed her naughty eyes and laughed and showed Couscous.

"That's a good decision. If I'd pulled it out, I'd probably have to get one of my legs, right?

A bandage left on the ground is tangled in Lianya's leg.

Lotus Yaya shouted without looking back at the bandages that would seal its movement firmly, even if there was not enough force to tighten it up.

"Kroir! Take Liaris and run!

"No, no, Elf's daughter. I wonder if you would call me Mr. Kroir. You don't have to run, do you?

A voice containing a grin is directed toward the cloir.

Cloire, who appeared from the shadows of the rocks, said, staring at the girl as she stood up.

"Put Mr. Lenya down, there's no way you can get away with it!

"It's elf... I'm a little bad at it. Does that make sense? My words."

"Let go of Mr. Lenya!

"I can't do that, can I? 'Cause if you let me go, they're gonna kill me, and hey."

The girl slapped her head gently with her hands.

"I still have to change the color of my hair."

"What do you mean?

With his hands on the knife pattern, Lianya asks.

The girl gave a slightly surprised look to Lianya's inquiry.

"That's not true. Because light purple hair is the hallmark of the Demon Clan."

"Precisely, light purple hair, brown skin, and eye shapes."

He kept an eye on the girl's movements, supplemented by a clower in his position.

"But you are not compatible with the characteristics of the Demon clan except for the color of your hair...... who are you?

"I wonder if it looks like a demon tribe? Well, I can't fit in."

The girl slips her hands gently as she slaps her head.

With all that behavior, the color of light purple hair dyes bright red.

Cloire's eyes opened as she watched it.

"Oh, no... I can't believe the Demons changed the color of their hair..."

Cloire's voice trembles.

It seems that what the girl in front of Lianya did was something that was quite shocking.

"What do you mean?

"For the Demons, light purple hair is a testament to the Demons' pride, what a moldy value they believed in. More than that. Come on..."

The Devil's Girl glimpses the hand that Lianya is putting on her sword.

If you pull it out, it's the distance and timing of being slashed, but Lianya can't move.

Because bandages entangled in your feet are changing that pressure, as if to restrain Lianya.

"I'm not exhausted with that knife either, but I was wondering if you'd let go of your hand and take the rest of the bandage?

The girl's back length was about one or two sights lower than Lianya's.

Nature and the girl's gaze will be as upbeat as looking up at Lianya.

But the girl's ascendancy only makes her feel like she's acting calculated.

"What?

To Lianya, who listened back, the demonic girl said without breaking her smile as she jerked off the bandage covering her body part.

"I don't think you should throw what you started on the way out."

"You... who the hell are you?

The hand that accompanies the sheath unwittingly stretches.

As long as there was one trigger, Lianya asked, leaving it in a flash to fall out, the girl closed her teasing mouth once she tried to answer, often after thinking about it, even laughing joyfully.

"If you take off your body bandage, I'll give you an answer, okay?

Pinch the bandage around the collar, and if the girl smiles, Lianya will have a sinister face.

Do you carry out attacks or do you follow the girl's words?

After a while, Lianya slowly let go of her hand from the knife while keeping an eye on the girl.

As Lianya thinks, a bandage already tangled in your leg should be faster to carry out an attack than your own blade extraction speed.

I don't know how strong the bandage is, but it's enough to deliberately entangle it in my leg, so maybe it's a substitute for cutting Lotus Yama's leg if it's about instant.

In exchange for bipedal amputation, if you can defeat the Demon Nation, it may be a well-matched result for the inhabitants of this world, but if you look from Lianya, nothing the Demon Nation didn't say natural enemies, and the girl in front of you seemed to have no indication so far that apart from authenticity, they would launch an attack.

If so, Lianya thought it would be better to respond to the other party's demands.

The amount of bandages wrapped around the girl's body also seemed to be quite wrapped, given the imaginary girl's physical appearance.

This is also going to be a laborious task, when Lianya put her hand on the bandage.

The demonic girl gently clawed ahead, lips to Lianya's ear.

In the abrupt motion, in the ear of the unresponsive Lianya, the demonic girl whispered:

"I'm hey, Lenya. Emil-Raja, a researcher."

"... ha!?

Unexpectedly, Lotus Yaya's hands gain strength.

That's all I'm saying, the bandages on my hands and head took a lot of time and effort to get them off.

The bandage, which was wrapped around the girl's body, gently fell off to the ground around her waist.

In front of Lotus Yaya, who stood still, the white skin drawing a soft curve from the neck muscle became dew, and the lines of the clavicle that emerged firmly, and the soft double hills that kept the tension and shape of her youthfulness, while modest, fluttered and swayed, depending on the girl's slight stiffness.