Black drops and sticky liquids were visible in Ain’s sight with a flashing dill barreled aside.

It’s tar if you compare this liquid.

The liquid was along the swing when it wobbled, emitting a light reminiscent of fresh greenery.

“Oh? What’s that glow?”

Shearling was also the first sight to see.

Then Dill asks.

“Excuse me, didn’t this happen during processing?

“Ouch!

“Then, Master Ain, you’d better be on guard.”

“No, it’s nothing. This is fine.”

“Based on what?”

“That’s just me, too, because I know my magic at a glance.”

Ain then sticks his hand in the barrel.

There’s nothing wrong with that, and even Shearling isn’t surprised.

“Look, look.”

When Ain’s hand touches the liquid, the green light adds strength.

With light as the liquid itself has turned into a light source, the liquid shows a gentle blink, as when the fantasy hand absorbs magical power.

It’s like a horse then, Ain’t this how she whines and niggles and giggles.

He’s absorbing magic without my permission.

Absorbent (drain) species, the type of organism the Black Dragon was talking about.

The black liquid is an unspoken absorption that sucks out as much magic as a permanent person can possess. Ain’t so I can stay flat. Ein said, “That’s a horse,” so I slapped him lightly.

There is no indication that absorption by liquids will ever subside.

“I don’t know if I ever let someone listen to me with strength…”

A thick, raised blood vessel floats in Ain’s arm, which he swallowed.

Shh – and breathe loudly, and let your voice heed and mingle.

“But. We should avoid worthless battles, don’t you think?

Ein dares shed his magic.

The liquid sucked, gently flushed more than a few times that amount loosely.

Naturally, there’s still room, and it’s a cherooked face.

The barrel is already filled with too much magic for people.

The liquid sinks the light, little by little.

“… yeah, it would help if you did”

After more than a dozen seconds, the intense light subsided.

Calm down and show it only to the extent that you claim to be here.

Dill sighs as he watches how it goes.

“Seems like a very strong material.”

“Whatever it is, it’s Black Dragon.”

“But I can’t solve it. Should I say Lord Marco’s loose shell…… Why are you doing this when you’re supposed to be using them too?

“The nature of the black dragon rebelling against me and the nature of Marco following me. I think it was a good mix.”

Kusu laughed, Ain’t got his hands out of the barrel.

The liquid is not attached at all.

“Once you’ve laid down who to obey, you’ll be fine now. ‘Cause that’s all the loyalty you’re supposed to show.”

As Ain said, the liquid appeared unusual and quiet after hitting it earlier.

“Mr. Shearling.”

“Ooh! What!”

“I’m going to keep Ishtal, how long will it take to process it?

“… I don’t know! It took me over a year to make that liquid! Let’s get this straight, you feel like you’re in a state of hand exploration!

“That’s right! You already knew what was going on!

“Nah, ha, ha! Wow!?

Though I said it was obvious, the conclusion remains unchanged and undecided.

Then, over a long period of time, it is possible that Ishtal will be let go.

About this, it’s not an immediate nod option.

“Shall I try soaking it in liquid?

“A, Dear Ein… That’s just short circuited…”

Dill’s bitterness was good, and Ain shrugged his shoulder.

But.

“Oh! Nice!

Shearling, by contrast, is in the mood.

There you go! Wave and prompt Ein to soak Ishtal.

“Sasa, Your Highness! Much more momentum, please! That’s what he said!

“… Um, are you serious?

“Ha-ha-ha! It’s the world, you have to try it. It’s full of shit!

Finally, I said try things.

“Well, what’s the harm?”

Ain decided to ride again too.

When I pulled out Ishtal, which was on my hips, I nodded to see how he was feeling.

I stood on the barrel and slowly unloaded it towards the bottom.

Then.

You’re lying.

As soon as the tip touched the liquid, the liquid tucked together and covered itself.

Soon, the whole thing, including the pattern, will be covered.

From the pattern an irregular pulse was transmitted to Ain.

The surrounding liquid solidifies and the overall size changes.

Ishtal, made to match Ain’s body in the past, has transformed into a long sword (long sword) for Ain’s body today.

Less than a minute later, Ishtal got a new body.

When it’s done – all the liquid that should have been in the barrel isn’t there.

It would be proof that everything was assimilated.

“… wow”

Ain looked at the new Ishtal beside him.

There are no muscles reminiscent of blood vessels as before and the surface is smooth as a polished mirror.

The color is pitch black and unchanged, but the sword itself has grown more intimidating. The pattern is also longer and the overall larger Ishtal fits Ein’s physique.

“Well, and”

Mouton opened his mouth as he was taken aback.

“I’m going to make a sheath out of too much of the sea dragon material I got before. I’m sorry, but take that sword. It doesn’t seem like a substitute for me.”

“Don’t do that… I’ll take it to the castle in a few days, if you’ll excuse me for a moment!

Nodding at the two words, Ain took Dill and left Shearton’s workshop behind.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

His Royal Highness Prince Wang returned to the castle with his sword! Oh, my God, Ishtalika is the one who never makes a scene.

Instead, there have been previous acts of Ain, and there are no knights or castle workers to make noise to that extent.

Ain back at the castle is on his way back to his room after he broke up with Dill.

On the way up the stairs, as usual, to the hierarchy where my room was located.

“… oh, I’m home… of… right… ein…”

I shouldn’t have been found.

Encountering Silvard, who was walking in the castle, Ain took an unconscious step back, two more steps back.

Silverado on the other hand smiles full face and packs the distance.

“Ain”

“Oh, Grandpa… you seem to have had a tough day in the executive…?

“It’s no big deal. More than that.”

Finally his hand grips Ain’s shoulder.

Much stronger, the strong will to let him escape was passed on to Ain.

“I’m thinking of some questions for the rest”

Let me guess, Sylvado says.

“Are you talking about this morning’s report? This is about a deserted island, isn’t it?

“Hmm, that’s not a mistake either. There’s one more thing.”

“You’re talking about Mr. Katima’s progress!?

I see that’s what you thought.

After a few seconds of silence, Silvard’s fist falls into Ain’s skull.

“Huh, that hurts!?

“I didn’t know Prince Wang would walk in the castle with his sword… what are you thinking!

Naturally, Ain’t no escape.

Ein rubbed his head, right… and smiled bitterly.

“But you have a reason!

“If I hadn’t tried to escape and I should have mentioned the reason first…… at all, I didn’t want those parts to resemble Katima”

Then Ain corrected his residence and told him about what happened in Shearton’s workshop.

Silvard, who was quietly listening, also admits that he had no choice. There is justification for why I didn’t leave it at the training ground or something.

“By the way, why is Grandpa here?

“Oh… actually, I was up there earlier, but the rest got kicked out of the rest of my room.”

“… Yes?

I can only think of a few people who can kick the king (Silvard) out of his room.

“Did you have a fight with your wife?

“Oh, then can I finally make a report? About being on a deserted island.”

“That’s good. I have all the faces, and I want you to tell me the dishes.”

If you want to wrap up a day called today.

The country that says Ishtarika is peaceful, and the air in the castle is as warm and cozy as ever.

They headed to the salon shoulder-to-shoulder and enjoyed speaking only to men.

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