Chapter 244: - Fostering!
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"Tutu ......"
I was defending my injured right hand, which I had stabbed myself, and was fending off the attack of the unjust three seats with a single knife in my left hand.
Unfortunately, I could hardly even get close to them. Just when I was about to close in after a certain distance, the density of their attacks would suddenly increase.
However, if you back away from the attack, the root attack comes intermittently at an unpleasant timing from behind the falling petals.
"......It's really, really bad timing."
I manage to deal with each attack one by one. And if you cut through them with a purifying light, the roots themselves fall to pieces in no time.
But on the other hand, that is all we are allowed to do.
Not to use a potion on the right hand to heal, not to take out a scroll to use...
Just at the wrong moment, everything is interrupted, and I can't do it.
Is he playing with me completely? No, they are waiting for you to exhaust your strength.
While I was thinking about this, the amount of petals falling increased before I knew it. The frequency of the attacks of the three unjust seats increased accordingly.
Even though they are still at a distance from the three ungodly seats.
I glance up.
The ceiling had turned into a field of white flowers in full bloom.
This is the worst.
Finally, I begin to lose my breath.
If it weren't for the combat experience I had inherited from the sorcerer, I'm sure I would have been killed in no time at all, unable to even handle them.
Halfway through, I am fending off the attack of the root by instinct.
"You seem to be in pain, Mr. Rust. You don't have to work so hard, just accept me and everything will be fine.
Seeing my last-minute efforts, the three ungrateful seats in the hall called out to me in a rough voice.
"I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen!
I'm too busy processing, but I at least reply. The only choice is to refuse.
"What's wrong with you at all? After all these years of research, and with such a beautiful woman. Now, well, it's all a bit shabby. But you can fix that in no time with your potion, can't you, Mr. Rust? And a princess. With a little work and a few people in her way, she could be a shoo-in for the throne. And power would be at your command. You're not a god-fearing person, are you, Mr. Rust?
The three unjust seats of the church continue to speak in a coarse voice.
"Oh. Is there another woman you're after, by any chance? Oh, dear. I wonder who it is. I have a big heart. Two or three concubines would be acceptable.
For some reason, the three seats of the unjust suddenly seem happy.
"So, who are you? Lady Karine? A strange love affair with a female boss. Are you moeing for the gap between her lovely appearance and her giantess-derived monstrous strength? Oh, or is it Mr. Ary? I heard that you two used to talk a lot. Did you have a crush on a beautiful woman who is struggling? I think there's a good chance you'll get a big shot at Roa-dono. I'm sure tsundere lovers will love it. Or there ......"
"Oh, for heaven's sake!"
My cry. It uses up my last breath.
As if waiting for that moment, the roots of the three seats of iniquity pop up from the ground, root after root.
The roots tighten my legs and feet.
Roots wrapped around my body slip around my back and rip the shoulder straps of my backpack off.
Another root slams into my left hand from below and blows away my knife.
The knife flies away, spinning around and around.
The light of the Jokou slowly fades away.
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"Tutu ......"
I was defending my injured right hand, which I had stabbed myself, and was fending off the attack of the unjust three seats with a single knife in my left hand.
Unfortunately, I could hardly even get close to them. Just when I was about to close in after a certain distance, the density of their attacks would suddenly increase.
However, if you back away from the attack, the root attack comes intermittently at an unpleasant timing from behind the falling petals.
"......It's really, really bad timing."
I manage to deal with each attack one by one. And if you cut through them with a purifying light, the roots themselves fall to pieces in no time.
But on the other hand, that is all we are allowed to do.
Not to use a potion on the right hand to heal, not to take out a scroll to use...
Just at the wrong moment, everything is interrupted, and I can't do it.
Is he playing with me completely? No, they are waiting for you to exhaust your strength.
While I was thinking about this, the amount of petals falling increased before I knew it. The frequency of the attacks of the three unjust seats increased accordingly.
Even though they are still at a distance from the three ungodly seats.
I glance up.
The ceiling had turned into a field of white flowers in full bloom.
This is the worst.
Finally, I begin to lose my breath.
If it weren't for the combat experience I had inherited from the sorcerer, I'm sure I would have been killed in no time at all, unable to even handle them.
Halfway through, I am fending off the attack of the root by instinct.
"You seem to be in pain, Mr. Rust. You don't have to work so hard, just accept me and everything will be fine.
Seeing my last-minute efforts, the three ungrateful seats in the hall called out to me in a rough voice.
"I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen!
I'm too busy processing, but I at least reply. The only choice is to refuse.
"What's wrong with you at all? After all these years of research, and with such a beautiful woman. Now, well, it's all a bit shabby. But you can fix that in no time with your potion, can't you, Mr. Rust? And a princess. With a little work and a few people in her way, she could be a shoo-in for the throne. And power would be at your command. You're not a god-fearing person, are you, Mr. Rust?
The three unjust seats of the church continue to speak in a coarse voice.
"Oh. Is there another woman you're after, by any chance? Oh, dear. I wonder who it is. I have a big heart. Two or three concubines would be acceptable.
For some reason, the three seats of the unjust suddenly seem happy.
"So, who are you? Lady Karine? A strange love affair with a female boss. Are you moeing for the gap between her lovely appearance and her giantess-derived monstrous strength? Oh, or is it Mr. Ary? I heard that you two used to talk a lot. Did you have a crush on a beautiful woman who is struggling? I think there's a good chance you'll get a big shot at Roa-dono. I'm sure tsundere lovers will love it. Or there ......"
"Oh, for heaven's sake!"
My cry. It uses up my last breath.
As if waiting for that moment, the roots of the three seats of iniquity pop up from the ground, root after root.
The roots tighten my legs and feet.
Roots wrapped around my body slip around my back and rip the shoulder straps of my backpack off.
Another root slams into my left hand from below and blows away my knife.
The knife flies away, spinning around and around.
The light of the Jokou slowly fades away.
"Tutu ......"I was defending my injured right hand, which I had stabbed myself, and was fending off the attack of the unjust three seats with a single knife in my left hand.Unfortunately, I could hardly even get close to them. Just when I was about to close in after a certain distance, the density of their attacks would suddenly increase.However, if you back away from the attack, the root attack comes intermittently at an unpleasant timing from behind the falling petals."......It's really, really bad timing."I manage to deal with each attack one by one. And if you cut through them with a purifying light, the roots themselves fall to pieces in no time.But on the other hand, that is all we are allowed to do.Not to use a potion on the right hand to heal, not to take out a scroll to use...Just at the wrong moment, everything is interrupted, and I can't do it.Is he playing with me completely? No, they are waiting for you to exhaust your strength.While I was thinking about this, the amount of petals falling increased before I knew it. The frequency of the attacks of the three unjust seats increased accordingly.Even though they are still at a distance from the three ungodly seats.I glance up.The ceiling had turned into a field of white flowers in full bloom.This is the worst.Finally, I begin to lose my breath.If it weren't for the combat experience I had inherited from the sorcerer, I'm sure I would have been killed in no time at all, unable to even handle them.Halfway through, I am fending off the attack of the root by instinct."You seem to be in pain, Mr. Rust. You don't have to work so hard, just accept me and everything will be fine.Seeing my last-minute efforts, the three ungrateful seats in the hall called out to me in a rough voice."I'm sorry, but that's not going to happen!I'm too busy processing, but I at least reply. The only choice is to refuse."What's wrong with you at all? After all these years of research, and with such a beautiful woman. Now, well, it's all a bit shabby. But you can fix that in no time with your potion, can't you, Mr. Rust? And a princess. With a little work and a few people in her way, she could be a shoo-in for the throne. And power would be at your command. You're not a god-fearing person, are you, Mr. Rust?The three unjust seats of the church continue to speak in a coarse voice."Oh. Is there another woman you're after, by any chance? Oh, dear. I wonder who it is. I have a big heart. Two or three concubines would be acceptable.For some reason, the three seats of the unjust suddenly seem happy."So, who are you? Lady Karine? A strange love affair with a female boss. Are you moeing for the gap between her lovely appearance and her giantess-derived monstrous strength? Oh, or is it Mr. Ary? I heard that you two used to talk a lot. Did you have a crush on a beautiful woman who is struggling? I think there's a good chance you'll get a big shot at Roa-dono. I'm sure tsundere lovers will love it. Or there ......""Oh, for heaven's sake!"My cry. It uses up my last breath.As if waiting for that moment, the roots of the three seats of iniquity pop up from the ground, root after root.The roots tighten my legs and feet.Roots wrapped around my body slip around my back and rip the shoulder straps of my backpack off.Another root slams into my left hand from below and blows away my knife.The knife flies away, spinning around and around.The light of the Jokou slowly fades away.
