The Wispa Holy Nation has also perished.
My country, Sharshar, is now the only nation on this Central Continent.
And my Possession Ability has awakened too!
Now, my only enemy is the West Continent!
Long live World Conquest! Come on, my dreams! Come on, my women!
“Report! Re-port!”
We sensed a group approaching from the rear at an incredible speed.
We stopped our march and were about to form ranks for interception.
We received a report that communication had come from the approaching group.
The Suurl Army.
The approaching group is friendly forces.
To yield the path.
We split to the left and right, letting the Suurl Army pass first.
*DODODODODO…!!!*
It sounded like cannon fire.
Suurl knows we are friendly forces.
They passed through the center without stopping or engaging.
The dust is terrible, cough, cough.
“To cover my Older Brother with dirt, unforgivable!”
Ovai was the first to snap.
His short temper is truly a problem.
“That’s right, that’s right!! Unforgivable!!”
Some voices agreed with Ovai’s opinion, but
we managed to calm him down.
We followed Suurl without thinking of retaliation.
We took a leisurely hike on the ground.
There’s no change in what we need to do even if we hurry.
Going slower increases the enjoyment. It expands my delusions!
Several days later.
We encountered a flying ship that creates labyrinths and dungeons, dispatched from a town.
To clearly mark this as Sharshar Kingdom territory at a glance.
Labyrinths and dungeons were established smoothly.
We were shown the cages of the human sacrifices and offerings made into Demon Kings and Dungeon Masters!
Their Possessed Magic Power was equivalent to that of school graduates.
They had several Skills that could be acquired post-birth.
No Special Abilities or Unique Skills. If they had those, they wouldn’t be in this role;
they’d be overworked under someone in a Guardian position.
“Ugh… Let me out… Let me out…!”
They were weakened to prevent escape and rebellion.
Even so, seeing us, their desperate pleas for a helping hand were…
“It’s quite stimulating to my sense of superiority!”
“Pe-pe-pe, pe-pe-pe! Older Brother is a chosen being, after all!”
“Exactly! Mhm, Older Brother is special!”
“Hehehe, have you forgotten Father?”
Pesword and the others seemed to understand!
We savored the superiority of those with special abilities,
and we headed for the village on foot.
I look forward to seeing what kind of sisters (family, my children) will greet us tonight!
Even substitutes possess a considerable number of Skills.
We shouldn’t underestimate those who stayed behind.
They have the ability (physical, guidance, etc.) to solve problems in the village.
Well, sometimes they bluff too.
After relaxing in the village.
Several days later.
We received a report that the Sharie Army was approaching from the rear.
Sharie.
“I will protect His Majesty Nine’s eldest son!”
Sharie said, puffing out her chest with a “Dong!”
“No, no, we, his real (,,) family, will!”
Oh, my children.
Can you both calm down?
*Rustle rustle rustle rustle*
We headed to the Royal Capital together.
From the right and left, an incredibly uncomfortable staring contest.
I’m glad they’re keeping their promise not to lay hands on each other, but stop glaring!
Our march was delayed longer than scheduled.
We made camp before reaching the village.
“Let’s sleep together. Let’s sleep in a row.”
Again, an argument.
“I, I can’t sleep…”
Exhausted from shouting.
Both of them passed out sound asleep on the ground.
Hey!? I’m the only one who suffered damage!!
To take revenge for this injustice.
I spent time with the female adventurers.
And before I knew it, it was morning!
“Alright, let’s get ready to depart.”
“Mm♥… Faaa♥”
I cast healing magic on the female adventurers,
and participated in making breakfast.
Skills were being wasted.
“Behold! The Hundred Flower Torrent! Ingredient processing!”
“Ooooooh! Clap, clap, clap, clap!!”
“Hmph, over here! You guys! Let’s go!”
“Yes! President! Ingredients! First wave going in!”
“Accelerate! High-speed cooking! How about that, impressed?”
“President! Ingredients! Second wave going in!”
“Keep ’em coming!”
*Supa supa supa! Shussa ta ta ta ta ta!*
“Ooooooooh! Such precision! Everything is touched up! Like shadow clones!”
A typical cooking scene in another world.
We realized we wouldn’t have a role, so
we spent the short time while they were cooking embracing each other.
“Well then, shall we?”
“Yes♥!”
While we were on our leisurely hike,
several high-speed boats were dispatched from Patch, who had revived in the Royal Capital.
“I have a message from the Director of the Intelligence Bureau. Ahem. ‘General Sharie!! What are you doing leisurely!! I’m about to work myself to death here!! You’ll complain later if the Triumphal Entry Ceremony is only for Suurl, right!? You will, won’t you!! That’s for sure!! Don’t increase my workload!!! Get in the welcoming boat and come back here!!!’ Ahem. That concludes the message. General Sharie, please board. Those accompanying you are also welcome, please rest assured. We will escort you to the Royal Capital with VIP treatment.”
So this is why the messenger looked so imposing.
My eardrums are severely ringing from the high-pitched sound.
Sharie probably can’t hear it either, can she?
Ovai has already inflated his ear canals and put in earplugs.
Gnoxia looks like they’re about to devour the messenger with their Special Ability (Hanguk Paranoia), and
the Cannibals are scary, I don’t know what they’re thinking! What does that smile or deadpan expression mean? Stop it already?! Stop it before Patch gets angry?
Seriously, Patch is a sleeping lion, you know?
“Now, you’re going to give us a ride, right? Come on, get on, get on!”
I was the first to board the high-speed boat,
and waved to everyone, saying, “You’re all so slow!”
Hurry up, you guys!
