Chapter 27: 27 26 ◇ Warrior's Accompanying Friend (After)

I got all the footage of the party he belonged to from then on.

I watched it over and over again and even compared it to footage of other parties attacking the same dungeon.

I see, the amateur can't really spot it. Or if they spot him, it's troublesome, so he's using black magic on a level he can't spot.

Attack, for example.

[Holy Knight] Suppose Lark plays the enemy with his shield, slaps him against the wall and leaves.

If you lower your defense there too much, someone might feel uncomfortable if the enemy didn't exit when [the Holy Knight] from another party did the same thing.

That doesn't make it to the exact same situation, there's no way for viewers to finely direct the damage that the Magic Body (Avatar) was taking by then, and it's hard to clearly compare the amount of Shield Bash damage, but anyone who wonders, may come out.

Now there are people like me who compare in detail.

So that's when he doesn't use it that way.

Prioritize only making Lark look like an excellent [Saint Knight].

Confusion or blankness or darkness or speed reduction, shifts enemy attacks by only a few, half steps or so.

Exactly in half a step most people won't notice, and how can we see the problem when we do?

Lark is also a brilliant adventurer, so he can skilfully channel a half-step enemy attack from 'Optimal' with a shield, from which he can play with a shield.

If you're an opponent fighting Lark, maybe you're often being lowered in your attacks. If there's little change in speed, you can't tell by the side. Viewers decide that Lark is still amazing, even if he withstands or recieves an attack that others blow up.

Lark also moves only at his own discretion, and he won't be able to imagine the achievements of others there because that's what he's doing well.

Because you don't know that black magic is so free and powerful.

My guess, because I know his magic I saw that day, is all I can do.

He's the one who mistook him for incompetence.

Conversely, rare things, such as Alba's Magic Sword, seem to be lowering the enemy's defenses because the movement seems flashy and highly aggressive anyway, and very few adventurers have the same Magic Sword.

I also thought he was successfully guiding his enemies into orbit.

Doing so establishes an attack that the viewer would like to applaud: those in the orbit of the magic sword he wields are ripped, blown away, and all exited in a pleasant way.

Lily's arrow hitting with tremendous accuracy must also be Leme's support for making it look like her arm.

And I realized.

I'm sure only Phoenix is aware of Mr. Lemé's power.

It wasn't because he was my best friend.

I know my best friend is a great [black demon mentor], so we're working together.

Shamed by my mistakes, I kept watching their offensive footage.

I see [the fiery brave], the strength most deserving of mankind.

But isn't it because he still has Mr. Lemé's support that makes it so easy to understand and popular?

Because he's actually the first contractor for the Spirit of Fire in a hundred and thirty years. Past contractors are historical figures.

No one lives knowing the strength of a former contractor.

And all of Phoenix's attacks in the dungeons are almost a blow away.

This is set to become popular. Any enemy, if attacked, will defeat them in one blow.

There are admirers who can snort.

But would it work that way?

Perhaps Lemé is using all his powers of black magic against his enemies in order to impress his best friend as the strongest [bravest].

No one can reproduce but the Spirit of Fire, so there is no doubt about it.

I am convinced that Lemé is even thinking about what occasions will be used in the edited video.

I realized that since they entered Demon King's Castle, they could see everything.

Even when black magic is hanging on all enemies, those who are far from the party are hanging up confusion, slowing down, and so on. Essentially, footage of the party being captured so well will be adopted that this will also be an 'off-screen event' that prevented us from reaching the party.

How many enemies approach their companions at what time and how they exit with what attack.

He calculated all of that, without ever revealing that it was due to his power, and stood around uncomfortable to his audience even when compared to other party offenses.

Inevitably, the activation, continuation and adjustment of vast amounts of thought and constant black magic make him less physically mobile, making him an assessment from his audience that he is' just standing there '.

That's all he has, a reason to have trouble with his strength being exposed.

On top of that, they are leading their people to victory without ever losing their hands.

I could borrow my robe because my clothes were torn, and I was fortunate enough to notice that, otherwise, I wouldn't have realized it was Mr. Leme. I couldn't even relate to black magic.

No matter how ridiculous you are by anyone.

Just helping people, just helping people, just helping friends, building victories.

If this man is not a brave man, no one in this world deserves to be named a brave man.

That's why, convinced that Mr. Leme was an awesome [Black Demon Instructor], I left my fucking boss's place following his advice, met the Demon King, went up to the Four Heavens King, and reunited with Mr. Leme.

I heard he was kicked out of the party, and at the same time I got angry and had expectations.

I don't know why you're hiding it, though.

I would... If we are demons, we can legitimately appreciate it because we know your power.

No, maybe I just wanted to see him.

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Mr. Mira's fangs are imminent.

"Mira...? I'm a little scared."

"Oh, don't be in such a hurry. Then look, it's just the tiptoe. Let me just sink a little on the tip of my fangs."

A flying Mira, obviously rational, raised her fangs to my neck.

"Ahem."

Tingling, and feeling of skin piercing. My fangs are coming into me. It did hurt for a moment. It should suck, but it feels like something is being injected.

Or isn't it just the tiptoe? You put it all in...!

"Huh..."

It's like when you take a bath, it feels like it's pounding. I feel like I'm wrapped up in something warm and my tiredness melts out.

Plus it's actually warm because it adheres to Mr. Mira, and it's so soft, and it smells sweet like killing reason.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

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Something keeps coming out. Blood. Yeah, but not good. This is too good (,,,). I guess it's something for vampires to make their prey accept that it's not good for them to be drained of blood.

Vision blinks.

Yet nature and hands stretch out to her head, stroking her, or pressing her against her neck muscles if she thinks.

My love for existence in front of me swelled so much that I didn't even know what it meant, that I was going crazy.

"Lame, lemme. That's it, then."

She grabs my hand and takes my face off my neck.

Tsk, and the thread of blood pulls into her fangs.

"Pfft... this... no... too yummy... no... Magic... quantity, a lot, thick to it, I don't think it's very human... it's too awesome, Mr. Leme..."

Mira looked tranced but managed to discipline herself.

But I was more limited. [M]

"Mr. Mira!

Now this one pushes her down.

"Shah."

Her beautiful golden hair spreads all over the white sheet. My big breasts swayed loosely.

Your eyes and lips look wet.

"Oh, Mr. Lemme. Listen. Blood sucking gives bloodsuckers pleasure and terrible exaltation. The feeling you're having on me right now is a bluff, with the effect of something secreted from my fangs."

I didn't care about that.

Now I just need a beautiful woman in front of me...

"I will if you want. But I'm sure this kind of thing will be the best when we get to know each other well and seek each other deeply. So I want to wait for that time"

Mira looked me in the eye.

"But if you can't stand it, devour this body as I have sucked (eaten) your blood. If you hadn't protected me, it would have been lost."

The body is trembling, like it was two years ago or this morning when a drunk attacked me.

I was able to regain my sanity as I was given cold water. [M]

Gugu, suppress the emotion to break reason.

I endured my master's hell training, and I can't do anything about it as much as I can about lust!

How long has it been?

I went down from above her and dropped my body next to her.

"I'm sorry...... Mr. Mira"

"No, I should have explained it first. I'm sorry I acted all the way I wanted."

"No, I said I was gonna smoke it."

"But only Mr. Lemé will remain hard, won't he?

Well, that could be it.

On the bed, facing each other.

"It's better to stay away... okay?

Reach out and you're within reach, I have her.

"... no, a little more if you like, stay like this"

Mira looked a little surprised, then really naturally, she hung up.

"Are you sure?

"If you get attacked by me, you can repel me. Yeah, but... don't bother making that useless."

"Ugh, I wouldn't do that. Wouldn't I be in trouble too?"

".................. Mr. Mira"

"Sorry, that was rude"

He said he was trying his best to keep it down.

Then we talked pompously about what had happened to each other in two years.

Mira had a really important memory of two years ago, from which she became a fan of mine and solicited me to the Demon King's Army.

When it's almost time to leave the inn.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Lemme,"

"Yeah."

"They call this kind of person who sleeps with you but doesn't have sexual intercourse a soffre."

"What does that mean?

"Accompanying friend, it seems to mean. You don't do anything, but you think distance is closer than a normal friend?"

"Heh... I see?

"So far, let's just say we're Sofre."

"Ah."

The present condition is indeed, close to accompanying sleep. Perhaps in itself.

"As far as I'm concerned, I just want to change the 'sleeping with' part to 'girl'. Because I feel like it's too early to change jobs to lovers."

That's what Mira said. She poked me in the chest with her index finger.

"At Mr. Lemme's discretion, please change our current situation."

"I'll decide."

"This is what the lord decides."

"Didn't you hate that it could be divided between a man and a woman?

"You don't like it, do you? You're the only exception, and you're the only one who's special. Can't you?

I don't think so. [M]

I'll give you the answers you've decided.

"No, I can't."

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