Chapter 393: 393 End Chapter

On a Coast Guard boat, they went up to the port of Wakayama and took the train home.

At the end of the day, the power ran out, but I managed to get back to Euthanasia City.

"This has been a really tough job request, thank you for your cooperation"

After entering the office and finally showing up, Tsutsuji may once again thank you.

"Missago was badly injured, but I wonder if he'll be all right"

Ten nights to worry.

"I hope Misago thanks you properly, too."

When Alice said that with her arms behind her head...

Here he comes.

"Of! When did you get here?

Alisui is surprised to see the Massago suddenly appearing behind her. The arm is hung with a triangular scarf.

"Just now. What surprised me is the same thing here. He mentioned my name the moment he arrived."

"Are you okay with the injury?

Asks. According to what I heard from the Ten Nights, it was quite damaging, and I thought about treating it with misogyny.

"I was about to be put inside a suspicious culture fluid at the Snow Oka Institute, but I politely refused because I was uncomfortable. The healing of misogyny is fine. Leave it to the natural restoration, to cure for a while, but late"

It is strange to wonder whether I don't like going into the culture solution or getting miso applied at the same level, and the smile comes to my mind.

"You just have to get it healed without saying that"

And, shake.

"Massago is the kind of guy who blinks, but doesn't like to ask someone for things or make borrowings, does he? At the very least, when you really need help, it feels like you have no choice but to help."

"... excuse me. Thank you for your cooperation."

Whether the shaking pointer was a star, Misago thanked him briefly without trying to answer and just tried to walk away.

"Misago, you may not walk the same way, but the oilers are with you."

Alisui has a bright face and speaks to a walking Massago. For a moment, Massago's leg stopped, but no words were uttered, and he disappeared into the subspace.

"Hey, Alisui, what pakuri is the dialogue now?

"Ah... wow, that's terrible. I can't believe I disparaged a good word of spit from Oyla's soul like that."

Alisui protests with a pitiful face at the whimsical tone of the question.

"I am delighted to have a new human friend."

The twat makes me laugh. I've never seen her give such a flamboyant look, often with a hard face, so they broke their faces naturally.

Then I went home ten nights later, and the shake got to the floor early in the office.

He confirms that the shake has gone to bed, removes some of the items he took back from the ship from his bag, takes them to the kitchen and puts them on the slab.

I had it cut off in the boat ten nights, it was Jeffrey Allen's head.

"Well... I wonder what's going on"

With a face like a bitter worm chewed up, he was on a roundabout for a while, but eventually he made up his mind, headed to the storeroom and grabbed the tool box.

In further online searches, I type in 'how to open the skull' to search, and look at the images that came out and more and more face to face.

The fleas take out the hammer and saw, and struggle badly for minutes. I was finally able to cut my head open and take out the brain inside.

Placing your brain on a slab, cut the frontal lobe area with a knife, put it on top of the frying pan, and set it on fire.

The seasoning is of course miso. It doesn't start without miso.

"Yes, I could... Mr. Machida, let's eat together ~"

Put the burnt brain on a plate, with an unpleasant look and face.

(Even if you don't bother to speak to me, I'm fine because I share your senses...)

In the midst of it, Machida also said in a disgusting voice.

"You've entered a great realm while I'm at it. I don't want you to know it's gonna be ten nights."

We had Jeffrey's head amputated at ten nights, and we're both known to be bringing the head back, but we haven't even taught him how to use it. I don't want to tell you.

(But now it's huge to get new powers)

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"Yeah. Even Junko said it many times in front of me, but I need strength. To live in this world. I can't stand for it."

I wonder if the Godzilla-style girl in the boat was also impressed by Junko.

Place a plate on the table and sit in a chair.

"Before I eat, I'm going to give you an example..." I can do anything with miso. I'll have it...... "

Eat burnt miso marinated brain with an unpleasant face.

The change came soon.

"Ohhhhhhh......"

A tremendous amount of information flows into his brain. I can feel even more new power on my hands.

Those two senses were neither painful nor pleasant, but became an unspeakable stimulus, attacking him and causing him to unwittingly glance at himself and raise his voice.

(Sounds good)

Machida also realized what was pouring into him and shrugged.

"Ha... ha... miso witchcraft final depths, miso pickled eating technique... achievement and"

He takes a rough breath as he leads to the table and holds his head down.

When he stands up slowly, he draws knowledge that was not in his head until a minute ago, and casts a spell.

"Enjoy watching the black water, the oil that calls for death, the taste of iron from your throat, the landscape that falls..."

Sorcery is complete, and from the palms of both hands, black drooling liquid floods, stretches out into a rod and leads to one. From the tip came a giant blade, shaped like a single sickle.

Waving a sickle indoors. I wondered if the blade would hit the table, half of the sickle pattern and the part of the blade could be splashed in the air and bounced, sickle shaped directly above the empty cardboard box that was placed at the end of the table, cutting through the cardboard box.

When the sickle pulls both hands, the sickle liquefies and instantly returns to its original sickle.

"Yeah...... I like it."

When he saw the black sickle in his hand, he smiled.

(You're wearing it...)

Machida squeaks. The attack through the subspace tunnel seemed homogeneous in that it didn't know how to fly.

Go further to the kitchen and exercise another sorcery.

"The vibrancy of the sea, the freshness of the sky, the one who suddenly brings scorching rot, the messenger"

The dismantled Jeffrey's head and brain were instantly burned out by a blue flame.

Then he made coffee to reword the mouth. When I look at the clock, it's already around 2: 00, but I'm not sleepy. It was partly because I fell asleep in the Shinkansen on my way home, but also because of the excitement of gaining new power.

"Miso witchcraft is amazing, but next time witchcraft is a big deal, too. I can do a lot of things, and I'm pretty empowered."

I'm in a good mood, but I don't feel like Machida. Feel it and speak from the man.

"Do you miss the limited time you and Mr. Machida can have alone to talk like this?

I always remember you and I having a conversation before we started to act with the two of us, ten nights and a shake.

(Not so. I've always wondered.)

Lost, Machida spoke up.

(In conversation with the shake in the meantime, he said he didn't want to make love, but are you seriously willing to spend the rest of your life being single?

As for Machida, I definitely want a successor to my witchcraft school. I have always wanted to build up my training since I was a child, if possible, to teach it.

I've always thought that one of the possibilities is for someone to find a good person and give birth to a child, and the topic has been exchanged many times with him.

But this time it wasn't a light mouth mixed exchange, it was Machida asking quite seriously.

"A man in my glasses is unlikely to show up. You know that, right? I'm a fazacon, and I can't help but be aware of my father. You mean compare?"

(It's your life, so how can I say this? Well...... one of these days I'll have to go around with a good guy and hope he changes his mind)

"If you insist, Mr. Machida would be nice."

(Ha!?

Yantian Machida said the words without any concern.

"What are you surprised about? Because, Mr. Machida, I know everything to the bottom of my heart, and of course I know every inch about my body, and I'm not the one who knows everything about me. So I can totally forgive you, too, or leave you no trouble."

(hey...... whatever you call it, no matter how you're admitted to it, it's complicated)

Such a sad story as a pleasure. Either way, it's a hard story, but the late Machida, as usual, took a heavy sigh.

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