âUh, I mean, did you turn the stone falling in there into a demonic stone?
âIs that what youâre saying?
Will that still happen?
âUm, is it possible that an adventurer threw away a demonic stone that had lost its magic after using it?
âThat could happen. Can you show me the demon stone?
âOh, here it is.â
Show two demon stones that Flem replenished with magic.
âYouâre awesome again.â
âIâve never heard of stones becoming demon stones, so is it okay that the used demon stones were still falling?
Mr. Druid takes the red demon stone I have and knocks it in the air.
It looks beautiful over there through the Demon Stone because of its high transparency.
âIâd like to think so. Just because you ran out of demon stones of this size. Throw it away?â
âYou wonât throw it away. If I were you, Iâd keep it a souvenir.â
âYouâre right.â
There is a bitter smile in the words of the masters.
After all, are demonic stones of this size rare enough to be remembered?
âAnd thatâs good transparency. Ask the Alliance for an appraisal and weâll definitely be talking about it. Besides, this size, the guild of other towns and villages would be rumoured.â
Never put it on the appraisal.
I mean, I didnât even plan on doing that.
âAnd colorless over here⊠because I feel magical. Iâm sure itâs a demonic stone, but colorlessâ
Master tilts his neck.\n
I wonder what it is?
âYouâve never heard of colorless demon stones.â
The master nods at Mr. Druidâs words.
I mean, a demon stone with no attributes?
âDo you want Tambas to do the appraisal?
Mr. Tambas is a fellow master and one who appraised the potion, isnât he?
Then you can trust me.
âMay I ask you a favor?
âOh, he likes to appraise new things. I would have been delighted to give you the glowing potion. Well, it was impossible to appraise the potion.â
New stuff?
âWith that said, it was. I have had a lot of trouble during my journey because I ignore my plans and start appraising every time I find my first item. Not to mention starting a big gangster with my master.â
Apparently, Mr. Tambas is a freelancer.
âThatâs his fault. Iâve never seen an unexpected demon before, so Iâd like to be appraised first, or Iâd like to be in the middle of an attack.â
Thatâs amazing.
I mean, isnât it okay after the crusade?
âThatâs why I donât know about fighting over demons.â
âIsnât that nice? No problem. The demons were crusaded.â
âYeah, me, Mr. Mal âal, and Gilmouth.â
âWell, yeah. Until then, there was a lot of depression, and it was his fault.â
It must have been a very difficult journey.
Because there are two freelancers, Master and Tambas.
Mr. Maralâs hard work is going to come to my attention.
âIvy, donât help each other on the journeyâ
âAbsolutely.â
Mr. Druid takes it too seriously, so he responds with a good look in his eyes. \nâI can do it if I want to.â
âYou donât try, do you?â
âAh.â
Mr. Druid sighs loudly at his masterâs words.
I laugh bitterly, too.
âUm, why did Mr. Tambas want to do an appraisal when he was being attacked?
âSome demons seem to have slightly different appraisal results while alive and after deathâ
I didnât know.
I thought the appraisal was something that would have results with me whenever I did it.
âAnd thatâs cool ~. Itâs touching to see Adandala so closeâ
Even while we were talking, I kept looking at Ciel, Master.
Ciel doesnât particularly care, heâs playing with Sola.
Sora jumped with Piompion and stormed Cielâs stomach.
Sora is being repelled by bashing it off with her forefoot.
Iâm repeating that, is that okay with Sola?
Is it a decent way to play, rather than being rolled on the forefoot?
⊠What M is Sola?
âIs that it? Huh? What is it?
âWhat? Huh?
⊠Apparently my knowledge before.
Iâm just halfway there because the words came out but I canât make an impression.
Thatâs unusual.
âWhatâs up?
Shake your head beside your masterâs words.
\nThe softly stroking master is adorable like a child, not the usual master.
A strange noise leaks out of Mr. Druidâs mouth as he watches it.
The sound seemed to have leaked because I was too patient to spray it.
Well, I do see the usual master, so itâs a little funny.
âOh, wow! Ooh.â
âKukukuku, no. Weird.â
I can hear the laughter that pushed me to death from next door in your masterâs reaction.
âYour master looks adorableâ
âBlah! Ivy, thatâs not it. Absolutely not!â
Mr. Druid, who sprayed into my words, is shaking his neck to the side and denying it.
I donât think you have to deny that much though.
âReally?
âOh, I doubt your sight is cute or anything.â
That far?
Sit alongside Mr. Druid in Goza and watch Ciel and his master play.
The masterâs face remains gloomy whether he is quite pleased or not.
When Sora, tired of playing, started sleeping near me, Flem also moved to lean against Sora and started sleeping.
Donât almost look at these two.
âNice.â
âWhat?
âThis kind of relaxing day.â
âRight.â
Iâve been bummed about something ever since I came to this town.