Trisomy.

Meet-kun is three.

(Isn't this pretty bad...?

In the rising water vapor, I think.

These guys, they're usually strong and troublesome, right?

If this were a normal encounter, I would put 'how to escape' first, not 'how to win'.

But the opponent is Tamer.

With clear orders, it's moving towards our elimination.

I don't think you're going to miss it on the run.

(I guess I'll have to...)

The temper is, two.

One is the fact that Meet-kun says three.

With my strength, can you defeat it?

The other is Fee's health.

Preparedness for Cannon.

And the destruction of the core that is establishing the 'meat mass' as being.

For both of them, your sister's magic confession is essential.

In my own amount of magic, I also struggle to make the "bomb" I made earlier.

I can only laugh at the same magic poverty, but the reality is that I have to do it more stingy than the limited contents of my wallet.

But the result is a strain on Fee.

(Sorry, Phee...)

Basically, it suits my temperament to do it slowly and reliably, but things are different all this time. I have to choose awkward speed.

With magic from My Sister, Kelli takes a breath.

(The problem is -)

Even if it's just Meet, there's three of them.

Is it possible to gain an advantage around the countless arms and canons that roll out at high speeds?

"Dear Alto,"

Mr. Fennel, stand beside him.

"Do you have the means to defeat that 'sphere'?

"For once."

"Is that something that can be done in one hassle?

"It could be a little difficult"

"I understand. Okay, I'll hold the two together. Even if it's hard to win, you should be able to stop."

Can you do it?

Awesome.

But if you can bring it into a form that's close to one-on-one, even if it's simulated.

"Celestial Globe"

There's got to be something I can do.

"Please, Mr. Fennel"

"Yes. I was entrusted. So you'll get your reward later, won't you?

He winked a little, and the high elf came forward.

That's the signal.

I surround Pooh with muddy water and turn my gaze toward one of the 'spheres'.

This is when Menno seems to be top notch as an obedient demon.

The beasts cannot defeat us.

But it's possible to interrupt.

Attention shall be drawn.

Restraining behavior.

Attacking ready for wear and tear.

After figuring out the strength of "meat chunks," I guess I'm going to be thorough with the support.

We stayed in line and started moving forward.

Menno has a 'celestial globe'. Even if you can't get close to me, Mr. Fennel's jamming can do more than enough.

I can't chant, I can't expand my demon wall.

In such a situation, Mr. Fennel's readiness to stop the two meats while being targeted by the beasts was worthy of praise.

Menno laughs at her as she walks straight, without looking cowardly.

"Ha ha! Master High Elf, are you going to challenge our flock, alone!

"Watch your mouth, third-rate submissive demon"

Mr. Fennel's words are very cold.

That was a voice that only seemed to look down on the other person.

No, it was more of a way of saying it than looking down, just as humans didn't think of insects as equivalent from the beginning, as if they believed there was up and down from the 'premise'.

"Ho, have you come third class? The boulder is like an elf, it sounds arrogant. So, what the hell are you, a third-rate killer?

"If you say so, say it after you kill me."

"Well, let me do that!

It wasn't Meet-kun who moved it, it was the beasts.

Is that pride as an obedient demon?

Or is this enough pride for you when you're in a high elf?

One squirrel stood before the diseased beasts at some point.

Needless to say, it's her obedience.

"What, that mamechick! I guess it's over with a bite!

"Yes, your obedience."

Moments later, the appearance of a squirrel swelled up and with its sharp teeth broke the body of a warcraft.

Blood scattered in the air pours like rain.

"Heh... heh!?"

Elsewhere in the stunned Menno, the squirrel's onslaught continues.

Another warcraft shrugged and crushed in the ensuing swinging blow.

It was a terrible power.

The beasts who tried to turn behind them are bounced off with their tails.

The likelihood is similar to a ball that gets flown in the full swing of a golf club.

The Warcraft, knocked to the other wall, doesn't even move with Pickle.

"Whoa, whoa... Oh, my God, that Bakemon."

"Can you stop insulting my kid as a bucket?

"Were you also an obedient demon...!

Menno waves tact.

The beasts that formed the squad arrived at the squirrel.

And as if to poke that gap, a head emerged from the shadows, jumping at Mr. Fennel.

A third-rate and abusive man, but I normally think he's skillful at operations.

But.

"Hey, what the fuck...!

Mr. Fennel's actions seemed beyond Menno's imagination.

Of course, to me.

It was like a karate or ancient martial arts piercing, pierced between the brows of a warcraft with four fingers flying over it.

The beast is trembling with pixie and body.

"A powerful submissive can do this, too. I don't think it should be used much, so I usually seal it."

Pull your blood-swet fingers out.

The beast that stabbed him in the head, he wasn't dead.

Approaching the 'companion' in his footsteps as if he were intoxicated, he suddenly devoured his neck muscle and chopped it a thousand times.

"Forced you to mess around in your head...... Shh! Can you do that, that's... ugh!

"The Obedient has a technique that should also be described as the Obedient's" Law of the Outer Way ". Naturally, so are the defensive measures against this. Those who do not know it are called third class."

Condemn the demons that strike.

Pierce the head.

The Warcraft strikes an ally.

She repeats it.

Can such co-eating cruelty also be done by obedient sorcery?

(Well, a decent obedient demon wouldn't do it this way...)

But now disadvantaged in numbers.

Besides, if we leave the beasts alone, the people of the city will be attacked.

I guess that's why I freed the contraindications.

"You bugger... Huh!

Menno shrugged to throw up, looking at Mr. Fennel.

But he seems to have stopped beating his own warcraft immediately because he is highly adaptable.

"Let me do what I was supposed to do!... Buh, kill him!

That's a signal to the 'Sphere'.

The meats are up and running.

The hell with me.

And two to Mr. Fennel.

The high elf sorceress, however, dances the countless arms rolling from left to right, twirling.

From the beginning, she doesn't seem to intend to go on an attack.

I don't give you a gap to get into because I'm focused on avoiding it.

And the squirrel-shaped spiritual beasts never let the beasts of Menno near their own masters.

The man's strength lies in a coordinated attack utilizing numbers.

But Mr. Fennel sealed it and turned the attack from "meat chunks" into an environment where it was good to just scold.

She, too, must be an insane warrior.

(Whatever, now I can focus on Meet the hell...!

This is your chance.

Let's just say I'm on my own.