The next day, Xelloss had been using his magic smithing machine since early in the morning to make parts for his winnowing machine.
　The old man was wearing a straw hat, a towel around his neck, a light brown vest, and dark green pants.

　A winnowing machine is a tool used to separate rice from the chaff, but it has been slightly modified to separate different types of rice as well.
　This function is necessary because rice in this world has different characteristics depending on its size, and it is necessary to sort the rice.

　The rice is put in the upper square, and the rice and chaff fall down by the slope, and the size of the rice is also sorted by the wind force, and this is the first time for the old man to make such a farming machine.
　This is the first time for the old man to make such a farm equipment. Unlike a dryer, this machine has some troublesome small parts, so he had a hard time.
　There were no bolts or other fastening hardware, and the machine was formed by fitting several parts together. Several fastening brackets were made and attached to the joints to make a reasonably sturdy agricultural machine.

　Initially, it was designed to be hand-cranked to generate wind, but in case it became troublesome, another type was made to generate wind by rotating the air blower plate with a magic stone, but I felt a little uneasy and made three prototypes to check the performance.
　One of them used the conventional hand-cranked type. This was an experimental machine to adjust the wind pressure in combination with the hand-cranked type, and if it failed, we thought we could dismantle it and use it as an iron ingot. 　

　Perhaps because of its simple structure and easy assembly, it did not take much time to form.
　However, there are three different types of winnowing machines, each with a slightly different appearance.

The magic stone is set. The only thing left to do is to try to move them. ...... Why do I feel like I'm going to fail?

　For some reason, I can't picture it succeeding.

　The design of the winnowing machine is close to perfect, and although we have made some improvements, it seems unlikely that it will fail since it is just a device that sends wind.
　However, after incorporating the magic stone, a strange feeling of excitement persisted for some reason.

　This feeling was cultivated during the construction of the OS when I was working for Lehman Brothers, and it was also a kind of premonition I had when I was working on the ORG when I was making a tool with excessive performance.

　For example, when I was in Lehman's time, program bugs and system errors occurred and I only had to do a little work to fix them, but in ORG, when I tried to make a sword with excessive destructive power that incorporated magic of the four major attributes, the four attributes canceled each other's magic and had no effect. If you make something like a time bomb using magic stones, it will go out of control and blow up the moment you set it.

　However, if I were to say that these premonitions came true every time, the probability would be about 30%.
　You may be right or you may be wrong. The reasons for my failures, whether in real life or in games, have turned out to be that I forgot to do something rudimentary, or that I inadvertently used the wrong material, and I have been able to improve my work by checking myself.

　Well, even when I didn't have a hunch, I still made mistakes.

I have a feeling that ...... will fail this time. I'm sure I've checked the magic formula enough. ...... I don't know.

　I don't know." The old man pondered to himself.
　I've completed the prototype, but I can't tell if it failed or not until I run it.
　It's not going to explode, but for some reason I'm getting anxious.

"Good morning. Mr. Xellos.
"Mr. Luceris? Good morning.

　Behind Rousselis is a party of three women, including Jahne.
　They must have come to repair the sword, as promised yesterday.

"Here we are, Uncle!
I didn't know that a house had been built behind the church. ....... The garden is huge.
Good morning. By the way, before I knew it, a house was being built. ...... Hanba Civil Engineering is amazing!　

　In this city of Santor, Hanba Civil Engineering is famous in many ways.
　They are widely known as "the crazy civil engineering group", "the stubborn people", "the fighting civil engineers", and "the dancing civil engineers".
　Their work progresses at an extraordinary speed and they have the skills to match, and they are also entertainers who can sing and dance.
　They were an insane group of people who would use any means to have fun at work, who would adopt new technologies without regard for money, and who would dance and train their civil engineering skills day and night.
　Moreover, their way of working was contagious to other contractors, and the craftsmen in the office they worked with became their peers by the time the construction was completed.
　The dancing civil engineers began to spread throughout the country.

Maybe the farmers will start dancing too. ......
"What are you talking about?

　Iris tilted her head at the old man who looked up at the sky with distant eyes.
　A chill ran down his spine as he thought of the sight of craftsmen and merchants all over the country singing and dancing as they worked.
　In a way, the city looks peaceful, with its daily festivities and musical scenes, but the fantasy world of singing and dancing, like some anime, comes to his mind, and it seems to him a strange and abnormal world.

"Restoring the sword. Please wait a moment, I'm going to do a test run.
What the hell is this?
Is this the farming implement you made?
I've never seen anything like it. What does it do?

　The three of them tilted their heads at the new tool, but the old man didn't say anything and pressed the start switch.
　The windmill with the magical formula for wind spins with a "brrrrr ......" sound, and the wind comes out of the back of the windmill.
　For a moment, it seemed like a success, but then the wind became stronger and stronger, and the winnowing machine started to move forward and gradually accelerated.

　My bad premonition came true, and I hurriedly ran and reached for the stop switch.

What?　I pressed the stop switch, but it won't stop. ......

　I went around in front of it and held it back so that it would not move, but the accelerated winnowing machine did not stop, but increased its speed, and the moment it lost its balance and fell, it generated lift.
　The winnowing winnowing machine went straight up and soared into the sky.

　On this day, for the first time in the world, a farming implement took to the skies.

「「「「・・・・・・・・・・・・・」」」」
...... "I'm flying, aren't I?　Uncle.
The first prototype ...... had trouble adjusting its wind power. The magic formula is flawed and needs to be reviewed. ......

　The winnowing machine escaped the shackles of gravity and found freedom in the sky.

　Three types of prototype winnowing machines were made with priority given to efficiency.
　The first one was an automated version of a regular winnowing machine, which rotated the blower plate too fast and had a defective start-up magic.
　This made me wonder about the other one.

"Prototype two, start.
Hold on!　The prototype farm equipment just flew into the sky.　Shouldn't we stop the operation here? ......

　As soon as Luceris stopped him, the activation switch had already been pressed.
　The second prototype is a screw-shaped air blower, and its distinctive feature is that it is cylindrical rather than drum-shaped.
　From the second machine, a high-pitched sound of "Huohhhh! a high-pitched sound echoed through the air.

　The cylindrical type converges the air pressure to a single point, so its wind pressure is stronger than the first machine.


　Tang Minoh accelerated at super high speed with a "DONG! The winnowing machine accelerated at super high speed with a sound, broke down the wall surrounding the perimeter of the land, rose into the sky, and disappeared high into the sky while meandering under the air pressure.

　On this day, for the first time in the world, an agricultural implement crossed the sound barrier.

"The ...... cylindrical type is poor. We need to rethink the design. ......

　The original plan was to send a breeze similar to that of a fan, but the magic power contained in the magic stone increased the specified effect, and by rotating the air blowing device inside at high speed, the wind pressure was greater than expected and was released.
　You can think of it in the same way as increasing the number of batteries connected to a motor increases its rotation speed. Naturally, since the winnowing machine is not fixed, it accelerates and starts to move.
　In addition, the concentration of magic power that the old man put into the magic stone was too high.

　In short, the two pieces of farm equipment went out of control, just like a broken fan that starts to move with the wind.

I'm sorry, ........ I used as small a magic stone as possible, but I could have made it smaller. But if it's too small, the magic formula will be a precision work to carve. Even if the magic formula is managed by the magic seal, we need to make a tool to enlarge the magic formula to check it. ......
No, I'm sorry to interrupt your pondering, but isn't that dangerous?　What did you make, old man?
It's not farm equipment, is it? It flew through the air. ......
Did you want to build a rocket, Uncle?

　We don't know where they went, and one of them is going faster than the speed of sound.
　We have no choice but to give up on retrieving them, but when the magic wears off, they will be pulled down by gravity.
　If something is born under gravity, it will eventually be returned to the earth by gravity.

Mr. Zeroth, ...... if that thing were to fall on a person, ......
That would be a disaster. At the very least, I hope it falls in an unpopulated area.

　The mysterious farm equipment was freed from the bonds of gravity and disappeared into the sky, somehow free.
　The old man continues to pray in his heart, "Please don't let it fall on this country.

　The pale Luceris also prayed to the gods and hoped that he was not a victim.
　He feels guilty, even though he made the farm equipment.

　Incidentally, the third model of the winnowing machine was an early hand-operated type. 　
　However, only the sorting of rice was automated, and the third machine was much larger than the previous prototype.
　This added to the trouble of disassembling the machine and reassembling it in the storeroom.

　When a machine is made for convenience, its initial production becomes large.
　To reduce the size of the machine, it is necessary to rethink and optimize the design, which takes a lot of time and effort.
　The old man decided to review the improvement plan carefully.

　After that, what happened to the flying winnowing machine is as follows: .......


　　The first prototype


(In the case of the first prototype)


"Run!　You have to survive and get this herb to the village!
No, I'm not leaving my dad!
Without this herb, my mom and dad will die. Please, you have to understand. ......

　In the deep forest, two parents and a child are in a tense situation.

　The village they lived in had recently been hit by a local disease and they had to go into the deep forest to find the herbs needed to cure it.
　The forest is naturally inhabited by many demons, and they have just managed to collect the herbs by avoiding the demons.
　His father, a hunter by trade, knew the forest well, but just as they were about to reach the village, a demon that was not supposed to be there appeared.

　---Goooooooooooo!

　A giant bear with crimson fur all over its body.
It's a Fire Grizzly.

　The characteristic of this demon is that it uses fire magic, and its power is far more powerful than that of an ordinary mage.
　In addition, the claws that it unleashes from its massive body can crush large trees, and above all, it has a belligerent personality that makes it relentlessly pursue you once you meet it.
　It was a ferocious demon that always fought against anyone who moved.

　The Fire Grizzly smelled where they were hiding and charged at them fiercely.

Run, run, run!　I'll draw him to you!
Dad!

　Even as I do this, the Fire Grizzly is rapidly closing in on us.
　Just when I thought I had to do something to save my daughter, something strange came flying down from the sky.

"Guo?

　Sensing something strange, the Fire Grizzly stopped and turned its head in the direction of the sound.
　But that action proved fatal.

　---Gowashaaaaaaaaaa!

　A flying metal object struck the Fire Grizzly, killing him instantly.

What the hell?　What's going on? ......
It looks like something came flying at us.

　The speed and mass of the Tang Mino flying at high speed turned it into a powerful blow that buried the Fire Grizzly in a single blow.
　All that was left was a crimson bear corpse torn to shreds by metal fragments and a scattering of metal chunks.
　At any rate, their lives were spared and they were able to deliver the herbs safely to the village.

　Thanks to the herbs, no one died from the disease, and the villagers rejoiced, believing it to be a divine miracle.

　Later, this village was called "the miracle village saved by the mercy of the gods", and hundreds of years later, this story would be told as a fairy tale, but for now, no one knew what this flying metal lump was.

　The recovered metal was made into hoes and sickles by the villagers, the meat of the fire grizzly became a source of nourishment for their sickly bodies, and the materials such as magic stones and gall were sold to provide extra income for the village.


In the case of Prototype No. 2.


　The incident took place in the territory of a small country next to the magical kingdom of Solistea.
　The victims were the only son of the lord who ruled the area around the scene of the incident, and his three escort knights who were his cronies.
　This was a man who was promised to become a lord in the future.
　That person is now scattered around the area in countless small pieces of flesh.

This is terrible. ....... And what's with all the metal pieces scattered around?


"Inspector, it seems the victim has been lusting after the city's girls in this neighborhood. He had a number of girls in his carriage and was planning to have some fun tonight.
The drummer son of a lord. I'm sure there's a lot of people who'd like to hurt him.

　Perhaps because the victim knew that he would be the next lord, he had the power to do whatever he wanted.
　He had a particularly bad taste in women, and the knights who surrounded him and guarded him had tormented the inhabitants of the city to no end.

　Furthermore, the lord who ruled this area had no successor other than his only son, who became the victim, and the result of pampering him was that the people hated him and lost trust in him, but he didn't even try to change that.
　But now, when his successor died, he would have to adopt a son from another noble family.
　There's no point in using power to cover up a crime.

"There were four victims, including the knight guards. Was it a magical attack?
No, the city dwellers who saw the devastation said that something metallic flew from the sky with a roar and hit the victims.
He was a man of ill repute, preying on more women than I can count. I like that.
Frankly, I'm glad he's dead. I'm glad he's dead, to be honest. He was pressured by his lord to cover up the incident, and we were looked down upon. ......

　The spot where the mysterious flying object fell was gouged out like a crater, and the traces show that it fell at a considerable speed.
　The speed and weight of the object created a powerful shockwave when it hit the ground, and the descent airflow that followed - the destructive force of the sonic boom - generated a destructive force that spread around.
　The scattered pieces of metal became a deadly weapon, turning the knights into pieces of flesh, and the shockwave spread the pieces of flesh around.
　However, because the residents of the city had locked themselves in their houses to escape the attackers, only a few people were injured and miraculously, no one died.

The residents of the city must be happy. ......
I'm sure they are. Even if I wasn't, I'm glad he's dead. He was a real pain in the ass.
What do you want to report?　Should I write, "God's justice has been served?
Since we don't know who did it, it's a lost cause. I don't know where it came from, but if it came from somewhere else, there's nothing we can do about it.
Yes, sir. We've got bigger problems to deal with. We have to recover this mince. ......
We can't recover it, can we?　It's better to turn them into ashes. It'll save us a lot of trouble, and frankly, I don't want to collect his corpse. Let's just burn him!

　The cops abandoned their duties.

　The bodies of the victims must be recovered and returned to their families, but it will be difficult to do so once they are scattered in minced form. Frankly speaking, it's too much trouble.
　Crows and stray dogs had already taken the pieces of flesh as food and run away with them, and the patrolmen, who had built up a grudge against them, had not done enough to collect them and had magically incinerated them.
　The bodies of four people have been turned into pieces of meat, and not only is it impossible to distinguish between them in this world, but it is also impossible to determine whose bodies they are since DNA analysis is not available. Perhaps that's why the other policemen were the first to turn them to ashes with their magic.
　In fact, they had already burned them down before receiving the order.

　The victim, who was hated by the residents to such an extent, was disposed of so meticulously that not even a speck of dust was left, let alone ashes, without his body being recovered.

　The lord was furious when he received this report, but he was also responsible for not stopping his son's outrageous behavior, and was forced to take responsibility when it was later reported to the king, who stripped him of his title and sentenced him to work in the mines.
　The king, who was a devout follower of the Four Gods, declared that this incident was the judgment of God, and by appointing a competent person as his lord, he apologized in front of the people for his poor management as a king, and asked for God's forgiveness at the temple.

　Thus, a case was lost, and an evil was erased from the land.
　The recovered pieces of metal were sold as rosaries, and many nobles bought them at a high price.

　The objects made by the old man contributed to help people without the knowledge of the maker.


　　I'm not sure what to say.


"Now, about Mr. Jarnay's sword: ......
"Uncle, didn't you cut off the flying farm equipment?
I'm not sure that's a good idea if you can't retrieve it.　If it flies through the air at high speed, you won't know where it landed. And one of them was faster than the speed of sound, will you be able to retrieve it?
"Huh?　Impossible. Even if you could fly at the speed of sound, you wouldn't be able to catch up with farm equipment.

　Even with Xellos's flight magic, it can't fly as fast as a reciprocating fighter plane.
　It is impossible for him to pass the sound barrier in the flesh.

I'm not sure what to make of it, but can you really make a sword?　You can't imitate a blacksmith, even if you are a mage.
You are right, but I'm a producer. I've made my own swords and other equipment, and I can also make magical tools.　I'm sure you'll be able to find something that works for you.
"I'm sure you can make potions and other elixirs. I have a feeling you can make anything you want, Xelloss.
I can make them.　I just don't do it because it's too much work. Depending on the material, I'd have to kill some vicious demons, and I'd only be making my own, not selling them.　

　The old man is aware that his power is insane.
　He can make as many powerful weapons as he wants, but he does not want them to be used in war.

　Mercenaries are especially concerned about other people's weapons, and in some cases, many of them kill other people and take their weapons. In fact, there have been many mercenaries who have been killed after having their weapons stolen.
　In addition, Iris and her friends are a party of women, and if they have powerful weapons, they are likely to be attacked.
　And since they looked like something that slavers would enjoy, they would most likely be sold to other countries after being tossed around.



I'll make you a moderate weapon. I'll make you a moderate weapon.
I've been tricked and now I'm worried about what you're saying. ....... Can you make a decent one?　Hey, man.
It's just an iron sword with mithril in it, right?　It's not much of a hassle. I'm not sure if it's a good idea or not.　You can choose to make it a magic sword, or you can make it undead resistant, or you can add any other attribute you want.
If it contains mithril, it will be effective against undead. ....... If it contains mithril, it will be effective against undead. Fire.

　Xellos had already deployed his alchemy magic circle and was ready to make a sword.
　The magic stone is harder than diamond, but it becomes softer when you apply magic power without attributes.
　He ground it in a mortar, placed the broken sword and the mithril ore in the smelting circle, and activated the magic circle.

What should the sword look like?　Do you want it to look like a normal sword?　Or do you want to assert yourself a bit?
"No, what do you mean, assertive?　What do you mean, "assertive"?　Don't make it look too elaborate!
I'm not sure what you mean by that.　It's just a sword with no distinguishing features.
I don't like flashy looking swords, so I'll stick with something normal.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　You'll be able to find a lot of people who are interested in this kind of thing.
　If there is a problem, it is that the skills of the [blacksmith], [alchemist], and [mage] must be at a high level to do this, and it consumes a lot of magic power, so it was not a technology that anyone could use easily.

　In order to get to this point, you need a good amount of training, and in order to reach the realm where you can do magic smelting, the inhabitants of this world need to spend their whole lives. Of course, you can raise your level by fighting, but most mages can't get there because they only study instead of actually fighting.

　If they had been fighting moderately, their levels would have risen, and the number of mages with appropriate skill techniques would have increased.
　However, in the magical kingdom of Solistair, most mages are in the position of scholars, and that's why there were no mages who could reach the higher positions.

I'm sure you'll be able to find something that works for you.　Can you make a sword?
It's faster to make a sword from scratch than to repair it. I repaired the damaged parts of the sword before, but the detailed work was troublesome. It's not practical because you have to repair small cracks while examining the damaged parts, and it uses almost twice as much magic power. It would be faster to make the same sword.

　The old man answered Lena's question languidly.
　In the meantime, the work continued, and the broken sword and the prepared materials floated in the air, wriggling indeterminately like mercury or slime.
　By mixing in a small amount of charcoal to form a carbon bond, the molecular bonds of the metal were visually read from the current state, and with the addition of the magic stone, the red-hot metal was transformed into the shape of a sword again without releasing any heat.

　The process took about thirty minutes, but to Luceris, who had never seen magic smelting before, it seemed like a wondrous sight.

It's amazing. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that. ......
I've only seen it once, but I'm not sure how easy it is to make a weapon like this. ....... The blacksmith's business is booming.

　I'm not sure what to make of this.

I'm not sure what to make of it.　I'm not sure what to make of it.

　While continuing to train, Xellos asked a simple question.
　I've been curious about you since our little exchange in the dining room and inn yesterday. 　

We both grew up in the same orphanage. When we came of age, I went to the temple to train, and Jahné joined the mercenary guild and went our separate ways.
"Luceris has been a great help. Luceris has been a great help to me. If I'm injured, there's recovery magic, and if I'm a little injured, they can treat me for a reasonable price.
I just wanted to be like the priest who raised me. I just wanted to be like the priest who raised me. I just want to be able to help a lot of people, and I want to officially become a priest, even though I'm still an apprentice.
I can't thank the priest enough for all he's taught me.
I've learned a lot from him. He must have been a great man. This priest is ...... Oh?

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　There is a very awkward atmosphere in the air.

The priest is a bit of a ...... strange one, to say the least.
He is very fond of drinking and gambling, both of which he is very good at, and he is also very good with a sword. She was a short-tempered woman who could make your fists come out in anger.
"......, you're a priest, right?
A priestess. I've heard that he caused some problems and was put in charge of the orphanage, but what he did remains a mystery.
He's also my sword master. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to be doing.

　She was supposed to be a priest, but she was a godless outlaw.
　Moreover, she was already unfit for the priesthood when she indulged in drinking and gambling despite being a woman.

Are the temples of the Four Gods short of staff?　You're not a priest by any stretch of the imagination.
No, that's not what I meant. ......
"He's a righteous and compassionate man, but he's a meritocrat who doesn't rely on God. When he preaches, he says, "Don't think that God can do anything for you!　People have to judge people's sins. Do you really think that the world will be cleaned up by asking God?　Are you stupid? He was a strange man who went his own way. He was a strange man who went his own way, but for some reason he was popular.
It's not just a little bit, right?　You were clearly treated as a heretic!



　It seems that even though he acts recklessly, he is a good person.
　I learned once again that there are many kinds of people in the world.

"Wow!　It's even prettier than your last sword.
"Yes, it is. Do you think I could have one made?　Fortunately, I have the materials.

　Iris and Rena continued to watch the magic smithing and began to wonder if they should have their weapons made as well.
　It's not as good as a magic-modified weapon, but it's a weapon with some power.

It's done. It may be a little ...... warm, but give it a try.
"Oh ......, it's really warm.

　For some reason, the temperature of weapons and medicines becomes the same temperature as human skin when you perform magical alchemy.
　It depends on what you're making, but in some cases it can be extremely uncomfortable.

　Jaune swung his sword around a few times to see how it felt.
　And his chest shakes violently.

　It's a pity for a womanless man.

"Good. It feels good in your hand.

　Jaune smiles with satisfaction.
　And the old man was happy to see her breasts swinging wildly.
　It was a sight to behold.

You can shoot fire with magic, but don't do it here, okay?
I know. I can kill those chickens with this. ......
Chickens?　Oh, the Wild Turkeys. You want some revenge?
Of course not.　We've got a life to live.
"Hmm. ......

　The old man was planning to raise chickens.
　Then he thought that he could get some chickens to slaughter.
　Fortunately, wild cockerels seem to be so tasteless that they are not worth eating except for their eggs, so the possibility of getting them is relatively high.
　Calculations began to work in the old man's mind.

I'll go with you then. I was going to get some chickens.
「「「「! 」」」」

　The faces of the four men turned into expressions of astonishment as they saw something incredible.

"Z, Mr. Xellos, ...... are you trying to raise a wild cockerel?
"You're serious?　That thing is far more violent than the word "wild" can even begin to describe.
"Don't do that, Uncle. You'll be fighting chickens every day.
Mr. Zeros. They look like chickens, but they're really demons. ......

　The old man can't tell the difference between a wild cockerel and a normal chicken.
　If you can't distinguish between a demon and an animal, it seems pointless to draw a boundary between them.
　Also, at this point, I underestimated the wild cockerel.

"If it's a good egg, why wouldn't you want to eat it?
"The problem is that the bird that lays the eggs is evil!
They're dangerous creatures!　They're really strong!
You have to stop this nonsense!　If anything happens to the children at the orphanage, we'll be in big trouble, okay?

　The victim talks about the dangers of chickens.
　It's not right to assume that it's not a chicken at this point, but the old man can't make that distinction.
　Instead, he wanted to see for himself.

"I want you to take a certain person with you to defeat that demon.

　Before you know it, there you are, a high elf with clear green hair.
　It's the maiden-dress elf Kaede.

I'm not sure what to say.　I'm not sure what to make of it.
I've been in the shadows of the storeroom for a while now.　I've been in the shadows of the storeroom for a while now. I was aiming to pull my sword out at any time.
"So you've noticed me. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

　The truth is, I was planning to hide my presence from the beginning and attack the old man when I saw an opening.
　However, he was detected in advance and his surprise attack ended in failure.

So it's a real battle?　Well, if it's a chicken, it should be fine. Fortunately, I'm here.
No, I mean, that bird is out of control. ......
Maybe it's useless. Are you serious about getting a wild cockerel?
You can't stop it. Maybe he has naive illusions because he doesn't know how vicious they are.

　The old man really wanted a wild cockerel.
　The three men who were struck back were aware of the strength of the Wild Cocco, but they did not understand the strength of the Xellos.
　They have forgotten the difference in level that makes it impossible for an ordinary opponent to win.

　The same is true for the old man. Xellos just wants a chicken to lay eggs.


　It doesn't matter if it's a demon, as long as the eggs are good.

　Thinking of the TKG of old, I realized something.

...... Oh, there's no soy sauce. ...... I'm sorry. I haven't made it yet, so I can't taste it. ......

　Finally remembering the problem, the old man felt his spirits drop.
　TKG without soy sauce is nothing but an incomplete product.
　However, where there is a God who throws away, there is a God who picks up, and there is someone who offers a helping hand.

Soy sauce?　I have some, would you like me to share it with you?
Do you have any?　By all means, please share it!　TKG is nothing but egg rice without soy sauce.
Then, as a condition, may I join you in defeating the demon?　I'd like to test my skills a little.
"Yes! For the sake of soy sauce, I'll sell my soul to the devil.
Is a certain person a demon? ......

　The answer was immediate.
　Apparently, the elves of the island nation had the technology to make soy sauce.
　Now there was no more obstacle to eating TKG.

"Come on, show me the way. Let's get TKG back in our hands!
"Tonight's [Kizarashi-maru] is bloodthirsty. ......
It's daytime now, Kaede. ......?

　There's nothing you can do to stop them. 　
　In the event that you've got a lot of time, you'll be able to take a look at the following.
　Luceris is worried that they might get hurt, and is pacing left and right, a little upset.

　Here, the strongest mage and the most beautiful swordsman of Shura have temporarily formed a duo.

　Bloodthirsty and hungry, the two go, each for his or her own purpose. .......