106 Tabernacle Ten, apparently.

I would have liked to play more.

Yonghui thought so as he lay down on the bed in the room that was appreciated for himself and bit his teeth.

I thought there was nothing to interrupt.

If I was brave, there was nothing I couldn't get.

Even my daughter, who was concerned when I walked a little in the city, my noble daughter, and the royal daughter of another country, got it easily.

Even though I didn't ask for more, the nations of the people were offering me princesses one after another, wanting to be protected by the power of the brave.

As for Yung Fai at all, she can't stop laughing.

It was prepared whenever he wanted, with a number of dishes that the common people and others could not imagine.

The obnoxious opponent could have matched any eye.

Someone did it instead, even if I didn't do it, and of course it was as if I had no problem doing it myself.

Until that day.

On that day, the woman dedicated to Yonghui was tired of eating the soft-faced and elegant woman, which is common in noble daughters, as Yonghui with selling complaints about the daughter of a certain country's archduke or something, but when she saw the real thing, she changed her mind only slightly.

Black eyes and black hair that fall into a somewhat unusual category in this world for a look that gives a Rin atmosphere somewhere.

From him, who has dealt with all the women in the color of his hair who were brown but red or golden and who, in the world where he was, had little to see except dyed close to Yonghui, that color is a reminder of the world where he was, and his forefingers move for a long time.

If we exchanged brief greetings anyway and showed him just a little at the nightclub afterwards, the rest would be Yonghui, who had assumed that he would be able to draw into his room and enjoy it as much as he could, but that sweet fantasy would soon be shattered.

It happened when the princess was introduced to Yonghui, the brave man, during her sight with the king of the Holy Kingdom, and Yonghui approached her.

He raises his name, approaches the princess, kneels down, takes the princess's right hand, and punctures the white, dizzy skin on the back of his hand.

It's a greeting that Yonghui occasionally read in the original world, courageous men and knights coming out of the novel give to the princess.

In this world, it was a less common kind of behavior, but Yonghui liked it because it was somewhat like the behavior of a brave man, and he was immersed in joy when he did it to all the women he met, but he did the same to the princess who was introduced to Theon-Pham Fatal.

Her hand, held by Yonghui, was supple and slightly cold, and the very sweet scent tickled Yonghui's nasal cavity, whether it was the smell of the perfume she was wearing when she mouthed it on its back.

At first glance, Yong-hye thought to herself that she would not be using perfumes, etc. because of her princess knight-like pride, apparently Yong-hye laughs that this princess also cares about her familiarity as a woman.

This is so exciting tonight, hiding the feelings I think in a smile I consider myself brave, Yonghui stood up and gazed at Zion, who also smiled.

Just a smile with a very, very evil vibe, different from Yong-hye's.

Yung Hui accidentally lets go of that hand and leaves a few steps behind.

As the king leaned slightly from the throne wondering what had happened, and the nobles who were around him began to croak, only one Zion lifted his lips to the shape of the Three Moons, only a smile without a voice.

"Oh, you... what's wrong!

Shame on himself for being slightly overwhelmed, Yonghui asks aloud as if to hide it.

Without answering, Theon grabbed it with his left hand when these brave men grabbed the wrist of his right hand he mouthed, squeezing it and pulling it apart as he made a dull, damp noise.

As someone's scream echoed, Zion threw the ripped right wrist toward the brave man as he drooled purple liquid out of his own unbroken wound.

Unable to react to too many events, Yonghui receives them around his chest without even being able to wrist the princess who flew to his place drawing a parabola.

The chest of a white courtesy garment, which the Holy King has dedicated to him, is stained with purple liquid that blows out.

A silver bracelet on his wrist struck the floor and made a stiff noise.

"What... what the hell are you doing!? What the hell are you...?

"Dirty"

Chick and Zion say, not at all concerned about the fluid flowing out of the wound.

"I was wondering if I could bear it, but it's more disgusting than I thought. I can't help but resent the Lord for what He has created."

"Answer me! Who are you!?

Light gathers in Yonghui's palm.

Pulled out of that light was the Holy Sword Tilving.

Only the brave can use it in this world, and now the sword dedicated to Yonghui appears everywhere if the brave call it.

Sharpen the cleavage with the power of the brave man, cleave the steel even if he just shook it gently. Theon looked at it with a gaze as if to see something boring, and laughed with his nose.

"I don't have a word match to answer Kedamono"

"You said it! The monster!"

I also forgot to say that my opponent is a princess, and Yonghui, who thought he had been fooled, cuts him with a holy sword hanging without warning.

Things in the form of Scion were taken with their bodies properly without even trying to avoid that blow.

The black dress was mutilated and bright red blood bled out from under the dewy white skin. Nothing blew out of the open wound wondering if it was, I could just see the same white stuff stuck under my skin.

I said it was just cut from my right shoulder to my left belly, but it never moved my expression with a grin on my face.

At the same time Yonghui realizes.

The blow of the Holy Sword, which should even cleave steel, is decent without dodging, and its body is not completely cleaved to say that the woman's body has been subjected to it.

The wound is wide open, but its depth has not reached the thickness of the body.

This was an impossible story given the power of the Holy Sword.

If you're saying you were wearing armor or something, it was still an understandable phenomenon, but it doesn't have anything like protective equipment besides the black dress you're wearing, or a tool that incorporates the magic of defense.

It's just that my body's defense alone took the blow of the Holy Sword to the point where my body couldn't cut it off.

"Human or you..."

"There's no way you're human, is there?

I said that with a smile on my face, so much purple liquid blew out of that wound that I wondered where it was in that thin body.

"Damn... why am I looking at you like this..."

After that, it was the same stream that Lotus Mita saw from the Magic Boat.

Yonghui attacked this with the power and sword of the brave man where the effluent shaped a giant golem, destroying and rampaging the castle.

Although I was quite surprised by the abruptness of the emergence and its giant, it wasn't as strong as the golem itself, but instead it even slashed and destroyed a very defensive golem.

Though the disturbance calmed down for a moment, beyond that it was terrible for Yonghui.

Anyway, I can't do anything that concerns women anymore.

I get so palpitated and shortness of breath that I feel dizzy just touching my skin, I vomit so violently that I wonder if my guts will turn upside down while I suffer from headaches and abdominal pain.

I tried to see if I could cancer, but Yonghui's body repeated vomiting without even being able to bear it for just a few seconds.

In addition, when I touched something that said fluids, or blood saliva, etc., to a woman, the skin in that area became so rotten that it peeled off.

This is rotten enough that it can be cured by using expensive restorative drugs, and Yonghui, who has tried it several times, will eventually suffer such terrible symptoms that it begins to rot not only on the skin but even on the meat.

As a result, Yonghui became a completely unrelated body to women.

If you take it from Yonghui, who just thought that if you came to another world, you could make a harem and live a life of all colors, you would have lost most of your purpose in coming to another world.

"You made me see this, I won't forgive him..."

In the end, the investigation of the Holy King's kingdom did not investigate the poor man who sent Princess Zion of the Principality of Triden to the Holy King's kingdom.

Of course, the most suspicious were officials of the Principality of Triden, but there is no sign that what belongs to the country moved, nor is there any indication that Yonghui entered the Holy Kingdom to say that he is a stray man around Zion who had grabbed it beforehand.

We also looked into the possibility of crossing the border without authorization, but there is also no information on the part of the Principality of Triden and nothing that can be said to be certain, as well as reports from soldiers who say that a demon invaded that ship while a demon ship belonging to the Principality of Triden was stationed in the Holy Kingdom, almost solidified in this case by a line that says it was committed by a demon tribe who regarded the brave as a threat.

The royalty and nobility of the Holy Kingdom have convinced themselves of that for once.

Because even if I'm not convinced, I can't do anything more.

Yet Yonghui was not convinced.

He has the thought that it must not be the Demons who made him such a body.

I've never read anything in a novel that sounds like a demon clan that does such a shady thing.

If you can imitate like this, nothing is necessary for the Demon Nation to keep the brave alive, so you should be able to kill them.

Then it must be a human being to do such insidious mischief.

"Make that princess look bad... and there will surely be another mastermind this time..."

Fortunately for Yonghui, he said he had not suffered any damage in this case when it came to his power as a brave man.

There is no change in the right to use out-of-digit arms, magic, or brave equipment.

For this reason, the Holy King is killing Yonghui as a keeper, but this time Yonghui intends to use his full powers to set things up with the Principality of Triden.

"Noble man, drop one of your arms and you'll be glad to help me."

That face of Yonghui, who lit a dark light in his eyes and whined as he lay low on his bets, was as dark as a brave man could ever be.

"Lord? Isn't something wrong? That's crazy, isn't it? 'Cause it's weird."

"That's a rhetoric I heard somewhere, that"

The half-sleep toddler answers the voice raised by Gilliel, who was operating a board very similar to the portable device, which is very popular in this world.

God doesn't need to sleep.

But God can occasionally put his sleep away.

If you skip it, it's just about more work to be done later, but the young girl wanted me to insist that there was time for God to escape reality.

"What's wrong with that? If it's crap, it'll look terrible."

"... then fine"

After only thinking for a few seconds, Gilliel gave up getting a light answer about the first inquiry.

The young girl asks, bitterly wondering if it was a piece of crap about its speed.

"You're disgusting... you don't look terrible with crap, and you don't get mad, so why don't you talk to me?

"It's a promise, isn't it?

"Fine... I've had a thousand needles and I can't stand it anywhere."

You want to cut your finger off? and when the young girl stood her pinky finger up, Gilliel lightly refused to do so.

The penalty in that hand meant something because it was hard to get hit, and Gilliel knew it wouldn't work anywhere where she tried needles like a mountain to a young girl.

"It's about Lianya's surroundings, but it's kind of like having ancestors, or soldiers around him getting weirdly strong in a short period of time, isn't this weird?

"It's not weird, is it?

"Really? The people of the world over there are relatively robust and strong categories..."

"You have the resources that Lianya had you carry, don't you?

For a young girl to say, resources means resources as they are.

If there are plenty of resources, the world can afford to, and by analogy, there is room for the demon king to occur and for the brave to be summoned.

Conversely, when this resource is pressing, such a presence does not, of course, emerge, and even more so the world cannot afford it and it becomes difficult to maintain the world itself.

Also, the souls present in the world enhance their quality by taking this in.

Originally, it began where the cause of Lianya's decision to cross the world took in this resource and the quality soul fled to another world without circling in the original world, or gave up the circle itself, and the resource disappeared.

The only thing that matters here is to say how many resources the world encloses, and it has nothing to do with saying which beings have how much.

"It is strange to lack it because it is not consumed by nature..."

"Ha... what does that have to do with my question?

"You're an ill-conceived head... the resources that Lianya carried will continue to be sprayed around as long as Lianya lives in that world because it's for spraying"

"It's kind of like toilet aromatherapy."

Gilliel laughing and saying, but the toddler is a serious face.

"If you can say that in person, I'll make you the caretaker of the world somewhere"

"I refuse!

"Shit...... well thats why saying people around Lianya means they will benefit more or less from this. Okay?"

"Somehow... but resources don't matter how much anyone has, do they?

The young girl nods at Gilliel, who speaks of a newly raised question.

"Then why don't you let Lianya have enough resources to keep that world alive and not spray it?

"So, you want me to circle around in that world of Mr. Lotus? What would you do if they refused? In the first place, do you think Lianya can carry enough resources to maintain that world completely?

"... there's a lot going on."

To Gilliel, who shrugged and showed, I wondered if this guy really understood things properly and depended on them, and she was an archangelic but worried young girl who set herself up.