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"... you got a little soggy. Let's prepare a meal."

"Can I have it, too?

"Well, I'll make it special for you"

Alistair stands up deliberately in a bright voice. Plus Ground Lars and Fran continued. It feels like each one of you has read the air.

"Who will prepare it?

"It's a golem. I have the type of food I can cook."

Golem cooking? That's novel.

"Delicious?

"... well, that's pretty good"

When Fran turns his gaze to Ground Lars, it is the answer. I'm telling you, it doesn't look very tasty. He also felt sensitive to Fran.

"It's hard to prepare now. You can eat this."

"Hmm. Are you storing your making and putting away in space-time magic? Good use."

"Mm-hmm. You can always freshly cook the best food and eat"

"Still, this guy looks delicious"

"It's curry, the strongest dish"

It was the curry pan that Fran took out. Arrange deep dishes for rice earthen pots and curries on the table as well.

"Here's this on this plate, here's the thing"

"Whatever the shade, you smell good. Can I have a pair of balls, too?

"Of course. And then put this and this and this, and it's done"

What Fran took out even more additionally was his favorite topping recently. It was a pickle that looked just like the Fukugami pickle I discovered and purchased in Barbora, fried onions in crispy, plus boiled eggs.

Alistair and the others imitated Fran and included Curry in their dreaded mouths. I couldn't hear the word "delicious," but I can tell if you like it or not by looking at its implication. Instead, he was too obsessed with eating curry to speak up.

Both Fran and Ursi, who had Fran approximate the curry in a super grand sumptuous manner, silently begin to draw the curry in. For a while there was only the sound of chewing curry in the room and a dish called kachakacha and a spoon bumping into each other.

In just 5 minutes, the super oversized curry pan has been emptied. But I didn't expect to behave sparingly with this special curry made with plenty of warcraft meat...... Fran seems to like these two a lot.

Groundlers with a grumpy stomach pound their own abdomen to give them a whiff. Hmm, nasty. It's bad for Fran's education. Oh, this is Ursi! Don't imitate pussy!

"Phew. It was delicious. It's probably been a long time since I've had anything so delicious."

"Me too. Where'd you get that?

Oh, you thought I was messing with something I bought at some restaurant.

"Made by Master"

"Ho."

"Who's the master? Are you Miss Fran's master?

(Master, okay?

Fran looks at me chilling. Looks like you want to reveal me to Earthlers. Again, he liked this guy.

"I've been saying this for a long time, but if Fran wants to tell me, I don't mind."

"Mm. Master"

"... what? What happened to that sword?

"Hi, I'm a master of Intelligence Weapon. I need to know you. '

"Hey, hey, is the sword talking?

You're surprised as Ground Lars is about to slip off his chair. What did the owner of the Divine Sword think he was, but if he saw a talking sword, wouldn't he be surprised?

Afterwards, Fran and Alistair explained me to Earthlers. I've got a scratch on your name, and Earthlers is looking at me with interest.

Nevertheless, you accepted me faster than you could have imagined. Is there still only the use of the Divine Sword and its resistance to strange swords?

"Well... is it the master who wiped out my madness"

"Maybe temporarily."

"No, I told Miss Fran, but I feel a great deal of benevolence. I'll give you a hand if you need anything. Remember that."

Maybe madness is more of a burden to Earthlers than we think. It conveys my genuine joy.

"Hey, can you show me the divine sword?

"You got Gaia? I don't care."

Lift the sword that Earthlers had stood aside and put it on the table. His name is Ground Sword Gaia. When they unseal it to exert their original power, they regain the original name and ability of Earth Sword Gaia.

Looks like a great sword of martial arts. Thick leather wrapped, long enough to hold both hands. A plain rectangular violin, not particularly carved or otherwise applied.

The blade was in the form of a straight, unopposed, so-called Western knife. That sounds like 30 centimeters in the thickest part. It weighed more on crushing than slashing, a chunk of metal. A black blunt body without any decorations was releasing a tremendous sense of intimidation.

Looks like it's just a big sword. But looking at it this way, its intimidation is overwhelming. By mistake, anyone will understand that it is not just a great sword.

Me too, just watching makes me feel defeated for some reason. Is it instinct as a sword? Far superior to myself, I seemed to understand it naturally.

I regret it, but I am a quasi-god sword. Well, the degree to which you call yourself that would be acceptable. And over there is an authentic divine sword. The difference is huge.

"... one day the master will exceed this"

"Fran?"

"I'm watching you right now!

Fran looks remorseful, and then has a motivated look. I'm strangely happy. I'm sexually happy that Fran believes in me.

"Right!

"Then we have to get things back to normal first."

"Mmm! Please"

"Please."

I'm motivated. I'm worried about my skills, but if I don't, I won't be able to fight in the future.

"Then we've had enough breaks, and we're going back to work."

Ten minutes later.

"Then get started"

"Oh."

"Mmm."

That's what Alistair proclaimed, pouring magic into me. That becomes the calling water, and the magic formation on the workbench shines out.

At the same time I had the feeling that something was gushing out of my body. And a slight pain runs.

"Gu..."

My body is hot. I can see something strong and hot gushing out of the bottom of my body. And I understood that something huge was coming out of me.

"Ha!

"Master!"

……

No, I can't talk about anything, even if I'm going to give Fran his word back.

Awesome agony. Along with that, a violent stream of power occurs in me, and the magic bursts out. I could see something in me changing and making a difference. I cease to be me - no, I keep myself, I turn into something different.

Evolution.

Nature and such words came to mind. Is that why? There was no wonder and no fear. Rather, exhilaration and anticipation dominate me.

Considering that this whole body is going to fall apart and the tremendous pain is also necessary for that, I can bear it.

"Gukaaaaaa!"