The pet devil can't stand the brave owner!

"Why is this happening! Why is this happening!? "

The puppet magician (self-proclaimed) Marisa Verhazel now regrets it.

As a natural magical race, a member of the Great Goblin.

She set her dream early on, which was to complete the fantasy magic that only existed in the legend of the Great Goblin.

[Doll Forging]

can turn doll magic that can only be refined into a human puppet into a forbidden magic that can actually make life.

For this great goal.

Born to be assertive, Marisa Verhazel decisively attacked her father, who was the patriarch, and took the relics from him.

[Catalogue of Forbidden Magic]

and then used a super-super-gorgeous burst magic to blow away the mist magic circle that their clan used to hide their dwelling [Delusional Country].

left his hometown under the bewildered gaze of countless clansmen.

Originally, this was the beginning of a super gorgeous adventure story, and the next step should be a perfect story of various adventures, encountering various partners, defeating countless powerful enemies, and finally realizing great dreams.

Of course, if it's that kind of bad street adventure novel, it should be like this.

However, the cruel truth is that smashing and robbing is cool for a while, behind the crematorium.

She never left [Delusional Township] at all, and soon faced the cruel beating of reality.

With no money, no friends, no magician's diploma, and she has to face her being chased by her father.

Directly less than 20 years of struggle, as soon as the beginning of the game, I will live a small quilt under the bridge hole, and I will say the right life when I meet people.

If it weren't for a talking long-bearded mouse under the bridge cave telling her that she really wouldn't be able to work as a mercenary.

She's still doing magic for a living next to the bridge.

But when she thinks that if she works hard, her life will get better and better.

She received a large order, and the client provided the spell casting materials, telling her to use dolls to wreak havoc in the central city.

Originally, she refused to give such a good (enough) entrustment of mourning (money) to the end of the day.

But when the other party knew her affection (add money and add money), she was moved by the other party's sincerity (vote) and reluctantly accepted the task.

In fact, this is nothing, after all, in practice, she actually does not have any risks at all.

All you need to do is stay in the alchemy workshop in the abandoned ore vein, gently activate the magic, and the rest can be handed over to the fully automatic technique she wrote.

With such an easy commission, Marisa can receive it, and she feels that she is indeed the main (wronged) horn (species).

But why!

Obviously, on the one hand, it is easy work, and on the other hand, there are a lot of tickets. With just a flick of your fingers, you can reap twice as much joy and twice as much joy.

Why is it the way it is?

Marisa Vizhentian lifted her silk blouse, and her lower abdomen, which was originally smooth and flat without a trace of hair, had a bewitching purple cobweb-like brand.

With such a special position and such a promiscuous shape, Alyssa, who had been walking in the filthy world for a long time and was already impure, immediately thought of a special coat of arms that would only appear in special books.

But such a bold idea was abandoned by her as soon as she thought of it.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

It must be something else?!

Marisa Vijten tried to comfort herself.

But the suspicious coat of arms on her lower abdomen flashed with a strange light from time to time, and at the same time, Marisa Vizhentian felt that it was getting hotter and hotter.

The hands and feet also began to move non-stop, roaming around the body.

[I'll go!] No way! Don't! ］

...

Just when the great dream of an inspirational loli is about to be tarnished by the dirty means of adults.

Chablorob and other people in the city are also in action.

However, this is said to be a group of people, action.

But in fact, Nostoya was like holding a child, holding Chablorob around his waist and flying in his crotch.

"Hey! I don't have any strength right now! But you have to save me a little face! In this way, I was seen by others like a child! How am I going to mess with that in the future!?

Chablorob felt the cold wind in his mouth as he shouted and bargained with Nostoia.

"Oh! So how can I save face for you? You want me like this!

"Hmm!"

Chablolob was held on Nostoia's shoulder like a rag.

"Still like this!"

"Ahh

Chablolop was carried upside down and hung in mid-air.

"Or is that so?"

"Ahhh

Chablololop was thrown out like a sandbag, and then Nostoa caught Chablolop with the same trick as an instant.

Shabrolob, who was treated like this, was angry even if it was a Buddha!

Apricot eyes widened, teeth and claws, and then directly hugged Nostoia's thigh.

"I think that's fine!"

Some demon kings who are afraid of heights have found their most secure way to settle down.

But Nostoia's eyes rolled, and he directly picked up the back of the Demon King's fate, and hugged Chabrorob across his chest.

"I still think it's good!"

"Hmm..."

Chablorob, who was caught off guard, could see the face of the smiling evil in front of him.

The stars were a little reddish in the sky, and the evening breeze seemed to warm up a little.

[Maybe sometimes this guy isn't bad either?]

It's a pity that Chablolob just wanted to think like this!

The back of her spine made intimate contact with the tiles of the city wall.

"Hey!"

Chablolob, who was so hurt that he couldn't straighten up in the back, stood up awkwardly, wanting to ask Nostoa what this guy was doing.

She found Nostoa standing in front of her, clenching the fist of a demon king that was exactly the same as the one she had just seen.

It was as if the thing had just tried to attack Chabrolob, and Nostoia had stopped him.

"Can't you just kill this thing?"

However, Chabrolob, who knew that the brave man had a way to gauze the thing in front of him without using his hands, still muttered quietly.

"No! Directly killed! But there's no way to trace the origin of this thing.

No matter how small the sound was, he could hear it to Nostoia, so he explained to Chabrolob.

"Okay, okay! Now you know!

Standing up straight, Chablolob squeezed his spine hard, crunching to put it back in place.

"Almost! Let's go!

"Ahh Let's go! Wait a minute! Ahhh

Nostoa easily returned the shrunken demon body to its original state, then grabbed Chablorob's hand and flew towards the abandoned ore vein where Marisa Vizhentian was hiding.

At this time, the smoke of gunfire in the central city has also dissipated.

In the other three directions, it seems that there are already strong people who have solved the problem.

The central metropolis has regained its former tranquility? Maybe.