80 Thank you. That's what he said.

Forget the warnings of Chloe that they are demons.

Forget also that bandages are entangled in your legs and you are in a state of attack at any time.

Forget about the dragon just around the corner, watching the situation go round and round.

Finally, forget the alert cloire behind your back and the presence of the rear squirrel still in the armor.

Lianya stared at the girl's upper body that she had peeled off.

Then, after removing the bandage that had been grabbed in his hand, he turns the two hills, which are dewy without even trying to hide them, into eagles with both hands without creation.

"Mr. Lenya!?

"Oh, this. Is it real?"

Instead, Lianya confirms the feeling she rubbed.

After hearing Cloire behind her back and ascertaining the girl's expression several times in a quote that she felt thoughtfully and pulled, even screaming, Lianya finally releases her hand and releases the girl's chest.

"Lenya, you hey..."

Emil, whose face was reddened, blued, or flaunted by the anguish, finally did nothing to hide her liberated chest, still placing her right hand on her hips, holding her forehead with her left hand and voicing her anger.

Lianya is flat.

"If the thing that used to be a man showed up dressed like a woman, you'd be sure of that, wouldn't you?

"Well, that may be true. All of a sudden I'm rubbing and scratching and pulling, and I wonder what you think of Onna Nooko's chest?

It was Emil doing something protesting, but Lianya's response was immediate and concise.

"Mainly, fat"

"Too right, I can't find an objection..."

No. Damn it, and sigh Emil.

For some reason, behind Lianya, Cloire also looks disappointed by holding her forehead.

"So, what do you think?"

"That was the fat feeling, wasn't it? Nothing. You're not stuffed with dreams and romance, you're a demon."

"Oh yes... well good, but hey... so keep going, can you take it off the bottom too?

"Oh, I know..."

"I won't let you!

The snorted Lianya is strangled by a clower jumping from behind her back, and the words interrupt along the way.

"What are you willing to take off all the way down there, Mr. Lenya!?

"No... I don't know what to say about stopping along the way"

"They're demons, demons! You know what I mean!?

"Before I deal with the Demons... you're going to strangle me..."

Kroir's arm was precisely blocking Lianya's airway.

He is also a croissant who feels strangely stronger since he burned the demon clan.

The thin arm that strangles my throat was to the extent that I couldn't or wouldn't be able to, but I'm not going to go that far with my croir opponent if I tried to peel it off with the willingness to break a bone if I tried from Lianya.

Somehow, Lotus Ya taps on Clower's arm with her right hand to tell her intent to surrender, while keeping Clower's arm under control with enough force to prevent her from being strangled any further with her left hand, but there's no way in this world that Tap makes sense to say surrender.

"Kroir... now if he's going to attack me... I think we both suck..."

"... ah"

You finally realize when they say it, Kroir loosens the power that is strangling Lotus Yaya and looks at the Demon Clan.

Emil was still not even trying to hide his torso, but watching how Lianya and Cloire were doing, he was killing his laughter.

"Hmm? Oh, 'cause there's no will to attack this one. Lenya, if you promise me you won't be slaughtered either, I'll take that off your feet, but hey?

"Okay, okay. I won't pull the knife out, so take this off me. Hide it up."

"Nothing good, huh? With you, Lenya, it's a blessing, right?

"I don't have a hobby for looking at Okama's breasts."

To Lotus Yaya, who said it out loud, Emil flashed.

Behind Lianya, I heard the sound of the cloir blowing out of my mind.

"So, who says you're an Okama?

"It's you, you Okama demon. You were a man when we met before."

"That's it! This is this! This body is definitely an onna scarecrow, hey!?

"Lie. Yes, wheezy. Can you change your gender? I don't know if it's been built or anything."

There is silicon in this world, too, and Emil's forehead floated with blue muscles in Lianya.

His face remains smiling, but the fact that he seems quite angry was enough to tell from the croils behind Lianya.

"Hey, I changed my mind, Mr. Lenya. You can't keep doing this."

"Motivated, you octopus"

"So, who..."

The pressure of the bandage that binds Lianya's legs increased.

Pushing the cloire behind her, Lianya solidifies herself in that motion posture before taking deadly damage to her leg and trying to pull out the knife.

In front of him, a bandage that covered the bottom from Emil's waist fell all over him.

"Who's the wolf? Come on! Let's get this checked out!

"Ha!?

As a matter of course, Emil was naked in her lower body as well.

The bandage also wraps around Lianya's arm, which has stopped moving, in the too abrupt exposure of her naked body.

Shit, when I thought, with both arms and legs restrained, Lianya's body is pulled in Emil's direction.

"What are you going to do!

"That's set for confirmation work, isn't it?

"Confirmation work..."

Lotus Yashi pulled up to some nearby and a massive bandage wrapped up from Emil's foot.

It began to make something like a cocoon that would cover them both up.

"Well, it's set on a task that I can't show you to a pure elf lady, isn't it?

"Wah, idiot! Stay away from me. I'm sick. No! I don't have that hobby!

"You still have to tell me... Lenya, I need you to make sure! It's not that body..."

"Don't come near me, you idiot! Don't hang on! Don't slip your hips! Don't breathe in my ears!

"This is not the mouth to say that... Look, I need to make sure with my fingers properly... are you still saying this is a wolf?

"Hey, it's warm and soft as a puff!?

I don't know... I think it's time for you to let me get away with it.

From among the cocoons made by the bandages, the voices of Emil and Lianya.

Because of the thrust, the cloire was never drunk by that bandage, but the voice heard from inside was a dud leak, and what was going on inside, however elf-lived for seventy years, was somehow knowledgeable enough to be guessed.

Completely, a dragon in an abandoned state spoke to a roughly croissant in readings, but immediately silenced in the murderous spirit that dwelt in the eyes of a blazing, overlooked croissant.

"What, are you saying something stupid? There's no way you're letting them get away with this, is there?

< So, right... >

"Mr. Lizard, why don't you burn this cocoon down with your braces?

I'm a dragon.

"Mr. Lizard. You need to answer the question immediately…"

Kroir gently lays his hands on the head of the dragon he protested against.

Behind that smile, the dragon feels something black-named and difficult, and answers hastily.

< Ha, yes! You're a lizard! I don't have enough braces to penetrate the powerful objects of the Demon Clan!

"... chip... you're an unusable lizard"

Croix's fingers snapped the dragon scales, pulling them apart.

While the dragon manages to endure the pain of scales being ripped off of his skin, he realizes that the elf in front of him is just unaware and has a much higher ability than a normal elf.

Otherwise, the elves are bare hands and there's no way they can rip the scales off the dragons.

Yeah, this guy's a monster, too, and the dragon thought he'd given up, capturing the cloire in his tearful vision.

"Lenya told the Demon Clan to stay like this... I will never let that happen..."

He was a whining croissant, recalling some deadly sorcery of his own knowledge, but the fear ends in concern.

From the cocoon of the bandage that swallowed Lianya and Emil, the blade of Lianya's sword protruded.

The blade slowly slit the cocoon of the bandage with a bump and a noise, and Lianya crawled out of the inside with a terribly tired look where some gaps had been made.

There is not much disturbance in the clothes, but the shirt button is removed and the chest is wide open.

"Mr. Lenya!? Are you all right?

"Oh... I managed to protect the line"

At the end of Cloire's gaze, wondering what the line is, the cocoon of the bandage loses its full shape and sticks to the ground.

Emil emerged from it, not naked, but in a blue tube top bra with same-color hot pants.

The clothing has been changed to a high-collar, long skinned leather coat that reaches around the barrel.

"Did you understand what I said about being an onnanoco? That one I showed you the other day was Decoy, Yin, Yin! This bandage is a curse belt to return and anchor the spirit that was in the body over here! OK?"

"... ok. Don't come over here because I don't say okama or anything..."

Emil turns her dissatisfied face to Lianya, who says it feels like she's also breathing constantly.

But his face felt somewhat twinkly, and Cloire glanced at Emil.

"What is the Devil Nation doing here? Is that some kind of mastery again?

Emil turns to a slightly troubled look when Lianya asks while delivering the loose knife to the sheath.

"No, actually, hey. It's a little more noisy in the Demon Nation. I'm in a very difficult situation."

"What are you up to?

"You can't say that out of my mouth. For once, I'm a demon."

"So?"

"I thought I'd leave the country or something until most of it cooled down a little. So there's no Ate to go. Come on. I remember you in trouble, Lenya."

The said Lianya is very annoying, tells Emil as his expression, but Emil doesn't seem to care either.

"How did you get here? I mean, how do you know where I am?

"The way you came is metastasis, right? When the Demons acquire that much skill, they can only transfer if they are individuals. Of course you're gonna need the exact coordinates of where you're going to fly, but as far as location is concerned, look, you got something I gave you when I said goodbye before, right?

"... a pen"

It was Lianya who wondered if that pen, which could write a mark that would stop Emil from getting his hands on, was rewarding Emil for his whereabouts, but Emil made a bat by crossing his hands in front of his chest.

"It's a hassle. The correct answer was written on the palm of my hand, Mark."

Lianya realized that apparently it was literally marked.

Marks, etc. where the Demons know where they are, are just annoying, but I don't know how to erase them.

I wonder if this is anything other than tightening up Emil and listening out. You perceived Lianya's thoughts, Emil says.

"So I'm the only one who knows where it is, huh?

"Annoying enough"

"Don't say that nonsense. Come on. I want you to take care of me for a second, you know, me. Of course, I'll hide everything I can to say that I'm a Demon, and I'll help you with everything, so can you do me a favor?

"You can't do that!

Before Lianya answered, it was Kroir who poked his finger at him and refused.

Is it completely out of your mind that your opponent says Demon Nation, coming out from behind Lotus Ya to front of Lotus Ya, and telling Emil to go away?

"There's more to it than that!

"Sounds honest... but you're in a similar state, Cloire..."

Crawyer sweats cold as he gets stuck in Lianya from behind.

Emil, staring at such a cloire, exhaled for a long time.

"Oh, no, I can't. I can't help it, I can also build a nest around it..."

"Wait a minute, demon tribe there...... not Emil"

Lotus Ya, who gently took Cloire aside and came all the way to Emil's sight, stared at Emil from the front with his hands on both shoulders of Emil.

"Fine, let's take care of it. Conditions are not to hide who you are, to obey what I say as a landlord as possible, and to help you with your work, so long as you don't cause problems. Is that all right?

"Mr. Lenya!?

Cloire shouts her surprise at Lianya, who promises to take care of her lightly.

To say I would take care of Emil if I tried from Kroir was because it didn't seem profitable to take it all negative to Lianya.

But if I tried from Lianya, there was a clear reason I had to take care of Emil.

"Kroir, if you're going to let this guy go wild, it's definitely safer to have him within sight even if you meditate on his eyes for some trouble... if you let him go wild, there's a real chance that the country will perish one, not a metaphorical expression"

"Ugh, that's..."

"I don't have an in-laws to take care of it... but if anyone asks me who else to carry it, I can only say no."

"That's a very clear analysis."

To a laughing Emil, Lianya gives a tired look.

"It's a promise, isn't it? Please, you're not gonna take any trouble out of my control, are you?

"Oops - Master. I promise."

He grabbed the hand placed on his shoulder softly, and Emil answered with an unholy smile.