Chapter 431

Chapter 431: 431

“No, that’s crazy, isn’t it? There’s got to be a reason we decided it was a demon.”\n

That’s right.

Some animals, not demons, make noise in the woods every time.

So unless you have some kind of proof, you shouldn’t judge me a demon.

Or did the surgery twist your judgment?

“Forest anomalies have been around since last winter. Although few adventurers cared because it was just a minor anomaly. Well, there were a lot of adventurers who were already embedded in the surgery, so that could be the cause…”

“What kind of anomaly was there?

“I hear it’s a sound and a squeal. I didn’t ask. Said it was a honking sound I’d never heard in the winter.”

Sound and squeal?

Mr. Early strokes Sharmi’s head on his desk.

“About as much snow melted, an adventurer out in the woods was attacked by something day after day. All the testimonies of the attacked adventurers were similar. ‘I didn’t see him. There were no signs. And I felt something the moment I was attacked,” he said. “

“You didn’t investigate?

“Uh, during the snowmelt period… that? Uh, sure, an investigation team should have been formed. Funny, I should have taken part in that investigation… No, you didn’t? I don’t know, I don’t really remember.”

“It would be the effect of the surgery. You shouldn’t mind.”

Mr. Early snorts at your father’s words.

“I think I did the investigation. As far as I can remember, the findings seemed particularly unusual… Because I think I’ve probably investigated it on my usual team. I’ll check back later. What was that?… how did you decide to be a demon, right? Uh… that’s a scar.”

Listening to Mr. Early makes me a little nervous about the memory.

He noticed something strange about his memory, too, a bewildered look.

“Are you all right?

To your father’s question, I feel sorry for you, Mr. Early.

“I heard the story, and I knew there was a bit of a strange part to it, but I think I’m remembering it more than I thought,”

“Let me tell you something from experience”\n

“Yes.”

“We just have to give up and accept. The lost memories never came back, and the changed memories never came back, so we need to remember them back.

“… ok. Uh, that’s what we talked about again…. What was that?

“The reason I decided it was a demon was just to tell me it was a scar”

Mr. Early takes a big deep breath once.

When he gave us a look like he blew something off, he gave us a grin.

“Excuse me. I’m fine now. According to reports from those who saw the wounds of the attacked adventurer, there was a different kind of magic in the scar than the injured person. And not just one, but a few adventurers.”

The fact that the wound still has magic means that you used magic when you attacked it.

If that’s the case, it’s not weird to mistake it for a demon.

“Father, do animals ever become magical?

Your father shakes his head to the side.

“I’ve never heard of it. Ciel, were there any demons or animals besides the shami? Answer me if you’re there.”

Ciel will stare at your father, but he won’t give back his reaction.

In other words, the shami is the cause of this time.

“With that said, he said he looked a little different than the original shami, but how could he be different?

“Hair. The shami has longer hair. All the shammies that attacked me had short hairs. And you’re a nail. It hasn’t been this long. The way it is.”

See the shami on your desk.

Hair is short, nails are 3 quite sharp.

You’d be scared if they attacked you with these nails.

“And I had a completely different personality. Even if Shami had a little prank about the adventurers with a nostalgic personality, she had nothing to attack. But the moment I met him, he attacked me. I’ve never seen anything like this before. I couldn’t deal with it, so I got injured. It’s pitiful.”

Personality changes in appearance.

This is with the demons ferocious by the magic of garbage, isn’t it? \nSol ate his magic at the demons that Ciel defeated, but I’ve been surprised by so many differences after seeing the demons he left behind.

Besides, as far as I can tell, it seems like a ferocious state.

“Isn’t the cause the magic of garbage? I’m going to change the character of a great demon. Some demons were changing, weren’t they?

“There you are. But how does an animal that doesn’t originally have a nucleus that builds up magic build up magic?

That’s right.

As the captain told me, without the nucleus to accept magic, magic doesn’t accumulate.

You know, animals actually have nukes, too?

… No, if you have a nucleus, will nature and magic accumulate and become demons?

“We’re coming in.”

As Mr. Nargas and Mr. Pial entered the room, they saw the shami on the desk and distorted their faces slightly.

“What’s the story?

“It’s over.”

Mr. Nargas comes beside Mr. Early and stares at Sharmi.

“What do you think?

When Mr. Nargas turned his gaze to his father, he shook his neck to the side.

“I can think a lot, but it’s all predictable. There is no evidence there. What I found out was that the animal that attacked me was an animal called a shami.”

“Shami is an animal for this village that informs of spring, because we’ve been friends for so long…… incredible”

Mr. Nargas, I guess that’s a pretty shocking fact about someone who’s lived in this village.

The atmosphere of the three is quite dark.

“I’ll make you some tea. We’ll rent a cooking area.”

I think I need a little time to change my mood and calm my mind.

\nOh, yeah.

I remember, the sweetness that suited the store that caught Mr. Meera and the others.

I didn’t end up eating anything at that store, so I still don’t know what it was like.

Does the same name mean we’re together?

Mr. Ratlua said that sweetness sucks, didn’t he?

I’m kind of curious.

“If you’re not an amazing sweetheart, you better not try. Jacqui was taking a bite and changing his complexion.”

…… I’m so curious.

“Ivy…… can I call it off?

“Go ahead, because you can talk normally”

“Thank you. If we were talking, you’d want to eat. If we all split one bite at a time, it’s not the amount we can’t eat. But not now, right? Exactly.”

Mr. Pial laughs somewhere fun.

Good.

The atmosphere has disappeared just now.

“Thanks, Ivy”

“No, now the tea is ready, and we’ll go back.”

“Right.”

“Ah, enjoy it when it’s all over. Stammer.”

Frayed by my words, Mr. Pial gently strokes my head.

“Whatever you want.”

“No, one is enough. I’ll split it with your father.”