Chapter 1170: 1170 City of Pleasure, Part 5 - Dark dwarf ① -

Doom, who at first was letting parts of his body, especially his ears and eyes, into this workshop, but from the idea that it was inefficient to just install it, he gradually craved a body that could move around and took this form. I was surprised that Doom himself could do such a thing, but the whole thing was the limit to forming a self and creating a body that could move around. Besides, the battle is aside. Probably strong enough to extinguish with simple sacred attribute sorcery. But I had the freedom to just move around the workshop.

Of course, there was a cause that made this possible. That 's--

"Ugh, you've heard a hell of a lot about it. I wouldn't say roughly - but, well, have some hypotheses been proven? Then you will need to dive into the deepest depths of the Orangeable workshop somehow, but the junction is in the way of that. Even if we could just nullify this junction, it would be broken, and now, what's the matter?"

"(... do you need my help?

There is a sound in Doom's head. That was Petefloat's voice, taken in by Doom on the North Seal. Even though Petefloat was taken in by Doom, what a self he kept. It was just impossible to deprive Doom of exercising his powers as a superior Spirit and also of his control over his body, but even Doom was impossible to restrict when it came to speaking out.

In other words, Doom is like having a cohabitant in his head for trouble. It was controllable with his one sip, even though as a doom that could obey many evil spirits originally always had no choice but to be deflected behind his back and in his consciousness. But this peat float alone was impossible to control.

Certainly Petefloat's knowledge is interesting. But even Doom was sick and tired of talking to Petefloat, who kept talking without even getting to talk to him. Well, I don't even know how to separate anymore. Doom who has no regrets for rare things, but only slightly regretted taking in Petefloat.

Doom asks Petefloat with a fed up look.

"What are you working with?"

"(Did I mention Orangeable's Kingsamurai, Fursil or something? I'm guessing you're going to take him in on this side, right? I'm talking about cooperating)"

"Heh..."

Doom became interested in Petefloat's offer, which sees through his purpose. But that's why it was so easy to snort at him.

"How are you going to take it in? It's called the handiwork of retreating the Polskaya, the shadow of the Alphilis, and it doesn't change that he is a high elf. Perhaps the magic will be broken, and the prankster will not work."

"(I guess so, I read the same thing. But if your hands don't work, you just have to do the right thing.)"

"What do you mean?

"(I mean, you just have to be really friends with Farsil)"

Doom was also stunned for a moment by the exact reversal of the shipment, and that seemed the only way to do it when I thought about it after a while of being calm.

"... can you?

"(Leave it to me. I don't have a big commitment, and I'm good at being close to anyone. I don't have any high elf friends, but there are many in the elves. Well, we'll be able to use the experience. You're the one who became the Demon King just by mouth, am I?

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"Oh, speaking of which, you did. It is true that when I approach you as I am, no matter how big the doll, it will be a bad spirit, and I may have to ask you to give me the initiative of this body.

But I just want to make one thing clear. Why are you helping me? Try you, I'm the hateful enemy who took you in. Blame me, but there's no reason to cooperate.

"(Hehe, you don't seem to understand my nature yet. My principle of behavior is whether it's all interesting or not. It depends on that)"

I could see Petefloat laughing at Doom's troubled face. But Doom still had the personality of this incomprehensible superior spirit.

"(I, if I say so, have not so much obsession with positivity, nor death, nor with the flesh that will be free. Well, I suppose it would be convenient if you moved, but once you die, your contract with Lady Notice would also be void, and I would be fine if I were free to think. If I were in you, my personality would eventually fade away, but that's another fate. I was born out of nature, so unlike a dirty human being, I'm not obsessed)"

"... so?

"(Now I'm interested in what you do. Now that I've been taken in and figured it out, your presence is very interesting! You still don't know who you are. [M] Didn't I?)"

"What if it is?"

Doom replied slightly irritated, while being increasingly put on peat float tune.

"(Let me give you some advice on your thinking. Thoughts can be done alone and slowly, but it's the quickest way to proceed in dialogue with someone. There are evil spirits around you who have self, but they don't acquire as much thinking power as you do. Anything missing from you that takes away Anomaly's wisdom is someone you can talk to on a reciprocal basis. Didn't I?)"

"... I think about that sometimes."

"(Don't worry, I just want to know. What lies ahead of you. [M] You are more interesting than you think. [M] I just want to see what you should make in this world)"

"Even if that's what it's all about?

"(Doesn't matter. Because of me, I was called the Demon King. That's my nature, I can't change it any more now. See, until the soul of the Spirit disappears, you say?

"I don't think so."

Doom laughed bitterly and determined. Well, he said it might be interesting to leave it to him. I did try to take Petefloat in and explore that memory, but even Doom had enough bargaining power for him to admire. It was not Dada who made numerous races at the tip of his mouth alone and became the Demon King.

When Doom ceded control of his division, he went deep into his self and nature to be just opposite Petefloat. It is a body originally made, and the source of that knowledge involves the production of Anomaly's Demon King. Though it would be easy to take out honestly, there was some knowledge of 'studying' fairies, and it wasn't that hard to create a body that mimicked a born fairy.

And Doom and Petefloat, ready, approached Farsil. No matter how high-elf the Orange Bull is, food and sleep are more imperative than he is an organism. Fursil had come out every now and then to procure food. Doom and Petefloat aimed there.

Continued

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