432 The Sword of Betrayal

"Yes, you cut this. That way, take some more stock carefully. The fire is weak. Cook thoroughly. Now, burn before the Lord."

Apparently, the brown-skinned ear elders are like family. The first Nazaria I met was Mr. and Mrs. Sedgim. Beneath it were his brother Azeiran and his sister Ayura.

The four of us, it looks like we're serving a strange girl with peach hair.

And Nazaria, the housewife, was leading the way, making dinner.

Mm-hmm. But is this what you call cooking?

The person to whom Mr. Nazaria gives instructions. That's not my husband, Mr. Sedgim, or my two children.

Each of the four had given instructions to the Spirit who had summoned them to cook at once.

All the spirits who manifested themselves looked like adults.

Mr. Nazaria and Mr. Ayura had summoned the Spirit of a man of fire and earth.

Hi, it seems that the spirits in the dirt work on the nearby scene. It was the Spirit of Fire who lit the fire in its shavings or to warm it up before me and the strange girl.

Mr. Sezim and Mr. Azeiran had summoned a female spirit. The Spirit of the Wind cuts the ingredients and the Spirit of the Water manages the pan.

Mr. Nazariah was the first to make a move, but now everything, he had the Spirit cook.

I was with the girl, staring at Nazaria and the spirits, who were busy moving.

Can I stay here like this?

I can tell that the girl sitting next to me is a noble person without having to ask. I can't believe I'm just waiting next to someone like that to be able to cook.

But I'm the one who provided the meat, so I wonder if I have enough rights to keep it with your companion.

Still, I feel sorry for the shabby situation.

But I guess I don't really have to worry about it.

Three of the ear elders, other than Nazariah, who have caught poisonous grass and bad or inedible fish, are dwarfed and reflected in front of what they have collected.

The girl next door seemed to enjoy being able to cook, singing her nose in an upbeat mood.

"Come on, I got it"

And when night darkness began to reign.

Nice food lined up in front of me along with the smell of deliciousness.

Stewed ravioli. Grilled ravioli skewers. Assortment made with mountain vegetables owned by Mr. Nazaria and others. Bread I want to flatten.

They all had a small amount of each dish, but they look very tasty.

For the last few days if you think about it.

I didn't say artificially flavored food.

Me and the girl next door had more food than the others.

Mr. Nazaria's fist waved relentlessly down on the heads of Mr. Sejim and Mr. Azeylan complaining about the inequality at the table.

Uhm. This family seems to have a strong mother, too.

We all surround the bonfire, and we'll have it, and we'll start eating dinner.

A slightly spicy simmer is delicious. Skewers are salty, rustic, but you want to eat them full.

The spirits had disappeared as soon as they finished cooking.

A family of four ear elders. Me and the strange girl flattened dinner with a smile.

Speaking of which, Mr. Sedgim opened his mouth as he relaxed in his after-dinner tea.

"Lord, by the way. who is the boy next door"

"... come on?

The girl staring at me with her loving eyes, speaking of whom, looked at me.

Now I drop my shoulder. [M]

"Oh, she is."

It was Mr. Nazaria who explained the situation to me.

Mr. Nazaria was also trying to hunt for food this evening. So he found me and brought me here with him. And thanks to you for explaining, I was made easier.

"I say Elnea Ease"

"Non is the Sejim of Four Protective Stars' Body '. It's Nazaria's husband."

"I'm Azeiran from Four Guard Stars' Sword '. I think I already know, but I'm the older brother."

"I am Ayura of the Four Guardians' Art. We're family."

"From what I've seen and spoken, I thought it was family."

"Oh, Elnea's a great insight owner,"

"... no, I think anyone can tell"

Everyone laughs at Mr. Sezil's satisfaction.

"Yep. So..."

I saw a girl next door who I hadn't named yet. [M]

The girl stares back at me, sitting adorably on her knees.

"Micheira, hello, Elnea the Dragon King"

"... that's crazy. I don't remember you calling yourself Dragon King."

"Hehe. As I was asking, sweetheart"

"Mm-hmm. It feels weird when you're treated like a child because Micheira looks younger than me."

"Never mind."

Say it. Micheira reached out and stroked my head.

I feel warm from the depths of my body, not just my head.

It's strange. I don't feel bad about being treated like a child.

"Are you Nazaria's escort or something?

"That's the place. Nevertheless, it's more like being part of a family now than being an escort."

"Well, yeah. Dad, we've been traveling together for over a thousand years. Family."

"Hmm. I don't want to be a family with Azeylan."

"Mi, micheira mama"

"Hehe, I'm just kidding"

I saw how they interacted soothingly, and I knew perfectly well that, oh, these people are a real family.

"By the way, what kind of race is Micheira? And what's wrong with you?

"I'd rather know how Ernea became Dragon King than that."

"Ayura, I poked the good part. How did you get to know that giant demon king?

"What was the state of the North Sea like?"

"I want to know how I got a spatial jump"

Grunt.

I meant to ask a question, but on the contrary, I was in a question-attack.

There are so many secrets I can't tell you, and I'm confused about how we're going to talk.

Nazaria and I were so confused that she ate up on me.

Micheira, as usual, sat up next to me, smiling cutely and watching how everyone was doing.

Long time ago, it was a busy night.

I'm sorry I didn't make tea, but I talked tea into it until I fell asleep with one hand.

Nazaria and the others are traveling around the world.

Do brown-skinned ear elders have many settlements on the south side of the continent?

He then continued his journey and visited the area under certain circumstances. Don't ask what a circumstance is or anything that's gotten into it. That is the implicit understanding of the adventurer.

Well, I'm not an adventurer.

What we talked about and found out is that Mr. Nazaria and his family have been serving Micheira for a long time.

I mean, Micheira looks like this, and it means she's over a thousand years old. And the Nazarias, too.

I know by instinct that I'm no match for you.

To the extent of the ordeal I've been experiencing in my youth, these people have survived many times a long time ago.

And Micheira seems to be one of those people allowed into this embargo.

Co-administrator, isn't it?

"Even if you don't have permission, you can go in and rest on your own."

And to observe from the area where I was raving, I guess there are giant demon kings, old Sleighsta, and so on and so on and so forth.

The world is wide and horrible.

And staying up late. I thought it was time to go to bed.

Night security was to be handled by Mr. Sejim, who had achieved the pitiful achievement of poisonous poison threesome.

I decide to go into an affordable abandoned building and sleep, sweet to your words. [M]

I don't know how old ruins are, but as long as there are walls and even the wind goes up, you can sleep comfortably.

In the corner of the ruins, I fell asleep.

"Good Morning"

And the next morning.

When I woke up, four of the Ear Elders were already awake.

And for some reason, a little in the morning, tired.

What have you been doing since morning...

"Ernea, I'm sorry to wake you, Lord."

"What. Me?

Go to Mr. Nazaria, when he tells you, for some reason, you can't turn it against him. Like my mother when I'm scared.

They tell me where Micheira sleeps, and I have no choice but to go.

Micheira slept like me, wrapped around a blanket in an affordable ruin.

Oh?

I don't think I have any back feathers I saw yesterday.

Micheira's back, round the blanket, had the same contour of her back as ours.

"Micheira, it's morning. If you don't wake up soon, Mr. Nazaria will be mad at you."

"Yeah. A little more. I'm still sleepy."

Micheira burying her face in the blanket.

"If you don't wake up early, you'll lose your breakfast."

Breakfast, reacted to the word, Micheira Chan.

How food distress was it......

Meals are important.

Micheira still wakes up, rubbing her eyes like she's asleep.

Fluffy peach hair is a big deal in your sleeping habits.

Micheira yawns loudly and pulls her jumping hair out of the blanket with her hands.

After all, the feathers on my back were gone.

"Micheira, what about the feathers on your back?

"Hmm? You want to see it?

Micheira reaches out to me.

He wants me to hold hands.

Micheira, take your hand and we're on our way back to everyone's place.

Fluffy, and four translucent feathers appeared on Micheira's back.

"I'm free to go in and out. If I let you out when you're asleep, you can't turn back."

"Oh, I see"

What a handy feather.

The feathers were in tune with Micheira, who still seemed to have slept.

The dripping feathers somehow remind me of Priscia's dripping ears and she looks cute.

"Nazaria, dinner -"

And when I held hands and went back to everyone, Micheira demanded food.

"What? There's no way there is. Last night's luxury ran out of food."

"... ho?

Your eyes dot, Micheira.

"So, but... Ernea said she had dinner..."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I lied to wake you."

Micheira looks up to me moisturizing her big eyes when she lurks.

Oh, what a guilt!

Shot through the girl's innocent eyes, my conscience screamed.

"Kee, I'll be hunting my prey again today, so bear with me for breakfast! Because tonight I will treat you to meat until you are full!!

"I want vegetables."

"Let's pick it up!

"I want fruit too."

"Leave it to me!

"I want dragon meat."

"... no, just give me a break"

I may have fallen into Micheira's trap.

Lost in the power of the tearing Micheira, she swallowed a lot of demands.

I finally got a cute grin on Micheira's face when I found out that dinner would be extravagant.

"Apparently, Ernea has fallen into the trap of the Lord"

I didn't miss my ears when Booshiri and Sejim said zero words!

But you made a promise.

Today, apparently, I have to run for food.

I'm good at hunting. Even Dragon Peak was competing with the Dragon Nation.

Mountain vegetables and fruits are... land I don't know, but I have the knowledge that I just don't fail like Mr. Sedgim.

It would be very helpful if Ares could come.

Speaking of which, is Ares a breath disaster?

We haven't seen each other at all lately.

When I tried to explore Ares' signs for the wooden knife transmission of the spirit tree.

"Right. Will I be busy today? Let's get some errands done before then."

and Nazaria looked at me with a mean grin.

I have a bad feeling.

"Do you have business with me?

"Yes, I have business with you."

"Doesn't it feel good to be back?

"That's just not good. This one can't stand the burden."

What do you mean?

Where was the soothing atmosphere until just now?

Not only Mr. Nazaria, but also three other ear elders were staring at me with inclusive eyes.

Micheira's hand falls out of my palm.

"Elnea Ease, Dragon King. Let me prove your presence."

And Micheira's smile, smiling hehe, looked rather horrible there.

"Duh, why... Were you cheating on me?

"No. I have no choice."

Micheira leaves me and walks to Nazaria and the others.

Was I stupid?

I followed someone I hadn't seen long ago. Was I stupid?

But...

No. Four brown-skinned ear elders and a mysterious girl confronted me. I don't feel anything like hostility from anyone.

Are you trying not to feel it?

You're not, are you?

I don't know who I am right now, but I'm about to be tested by the immeasurable.

Swallow the sauce and spit.

Since when?

One thing at the dragon altar. It's not like when you were Mr. Irie.

I feel swallowed up by a greater will than I did then.

Yes. It's like when I first met Old Sleighsta.

The transcendents of the world are trying to figure out what I am.

"That said. It's the same time we had a meal together. Besides, if we put our hands on it directly, it will be over before we can discern."

I can't argue with Mr. Nazaria's words.

Sure, I guess I'm no match for any of these five.

"And so on."

I said, Mr. Nazaria put her hands around me.

Intense signs begin to fill one side of the perimeter, and grains of green and gold light rumble.

"Oh no..."

The space sways, guided by the power of Mr. Nazaria.

The cluttering grains of light converge and float the contours of a person. And I opened my eyes wide and was stunned by the presence that had manifested itself.

"Let this Spirit of the Spirit Tree deal with you"

It was indisputably Mr. Ares who appeared between the confronting Nazarias and me.

Mr. Ares' eyes gleaming golden look at me.

The usual luster is dust-free, and cold emotions blow to my mind as a blizzard.

Mr. Ares moved his right hand unconstitutionally without changing his expression when he saw me.

In his hand, a single tree branch was gripped.

Tree branches are reshaped by Mr. Ares' spiritual powers. And transformed it into a sword to wave.

"That's why. Elnea, be prepared."

From Mr. Ares' unchallenged words, emotions cannot be read.

Mr. Ares pointed the cutting edge of the sword at me.

I was stunned by the sudden events and couldn't move.

"Come on, stand up, Elnea. Even if you are not motivated, the Spirit of this Spirit Tree will attack you. For it is under my command."

I can't feel the connection with Mr. Ares through the wooden knife of the spirit tree that remains on my hips.

What Mr Nazaria says is true.

He was deprived of the presence of Mr. Ares, who thought he was one and the same, and his sight shook with agitation.