267. The spirit in love




Well, ......

 The ice in Plumbum's heart melted.
 She had long hair and a twelve-piece dress.
 She came out like a Japanese princess of old, and although her appearance was the same, she looked far more beautiful than when I met her.

 I thought that the way she was smiling calmly was her true form.

 The key word "original" reminded me of that.

'Hey, can I ask you one question?'
What is it? Is that something you can answer to a mistress?
'Yeah, you should know better than anyone else in the world. Plumbum was always a dungeon where monsters split up?
Ugh. ......

 Prumbum looks at a loss for words and looks embarrassed.
 My guess is right.

 TetraMin, the city with the Prumbum dungeon.

 It hasn't been long since we arrived, and it's already pretty desolate, but the city's construction made me think that it must have once been prosperous.

 There was a boom time in TetraMin too - in other words, I'm sure it wasn't a divisive and dreary dungeon like it is now.
 So I asked her, and the look on Plumbum's face said it all.

 She was downcast, looking up at me with the face of a child who'd been scolded by her parents.

'I felt betrayed by that man,' she said. Something black was going through my mind, and I thought, look at the humans - and then it happened. ......
I see. Can you turn it back on?
Ugh. ......

 Prumbum is at a loss for words again.

'Is it hard?'
'Honestly ....... My mistress doesn't really know how you did it either.
'Yeah, well, that's fine. Then it's up to you to use the Dungeon Master to do it.
That's ...... and I don't think that's possible.
What?
'We're talking about changing the type of monster in the dungeon master, aren't we?'
Yeah.
What the mistress has done is make the monsters in this dungeon split. No matter how you change them, they will only split.
...... That's troubling.

 I've been told that there's no point in using a dungeon master.
 But I see what you mean.

 I've used Dungeon Master a few times now and the only thing that has changed is the content of the drops.
 Even though the content has changed, the lanterns, for example, are still booze, and the silicon is still vegetables.

 The original properties of the dungeon have not been altered.
 The only people who can do this are spirits that are higher than the Dungeon Master.

 And since Prunbhum doesn't know how he did it, he says there's no way to bring it back or stop it.

''Hmm.''
How's this for a change?
What?
A weapon made from straw body parts would keep the division down.

 Plumbum said and summoned the turtle in front of him.
 He tore the turtle apart with a hand blade with fingers lined up like a white fish, but the turtle did not split apart.

'Like this,'
I see. So, in this case, it's ...... hair.

 In the case of stories that use body parts to make weapons, the most common pattern is to use hair.
 Plumbum in particular is a woman.

 I've heard that a woman's hair has a mysterious power, and that's also common in the real world where I was from.
 In addition, in real life, hair can be continually removed and re-grown, making it easier to produce weapons.

 The best thing to do is to knead Plumbum's hair into iron, for example, and use the iron to make weapons.

'All right.'

 With an entirely undeterred hand, Plumbum grabbed a handful of long, cascading, beautiful hair that reached to the ground and grabbed it in a bunch at the base of his neck and tried to trim it off with his hand sword.

'Wait, wait, wait!'

 I called out quickly, and I grabbed her sword - her wrist.

'What's the matter with you, eh?'
It's .......

 As expected, it was depressing.

 Prumbum tried to cut off his long hair without a second thought.
 Hair is a woman's life, those words popped into his head and he thought, "This is not going to happen.

'Doesn't she need her mistress's hair?
'That's true, though. It would be too good a waste to bash off that beautiful hair.
Beautiful......

 Prumbum's eyes widen and harden.
 I furrow my brow and think for a moment.

'Just one .......'

 I suggested.
 Yeah, just one.
 That's two birds with one stone (、、、、).

"Yeah, is that enough?
It's not enough, but just give me one a day. That way you don't have to cut your beautiful hair.
A bottle a day: ......
You come to see me every day and that's good enough for me.
......

 Plumbumbum slumped again and looked me up and down.
 The same gesture as before, but this time why?

 After a moment, Prumbum opens his mouth with a moist air.

'Thank you.'
What?
'Strawberries aren't that stupid. You're going to give me the peace of mind that you're going to come see me every day at one ......, right?
It's embarrassing to be told so clearly.

 I was really embarrassed, and I almost blew fire out of my face.

 I would come to get one a day.
 This way, Plumbum wouldn't have to cut her beautiful hair, and she could spend her time in the peace of mind and expectation that she would come back tomorrow to get one.

 One accelerated bullet a day, something I came up with from my experience of going to the monster village of Lyota to get it.

 So, two birds with one stone.
 I was embarrassed to have that pointed out to me.

'Thanks ......'

 Plumbum looks so happy that it was nothing, much to my slight embarrassment.

     ☆

 The spirit room, after Ryota was gone.

 Alone, Prumbum combed his hair through his fingers.

'He complimented me on my hair ...... beautiful.

 Her cheeks tinted and she murmured happily, embarrassed.

'......'

 Suddenly, she looked up and looked at the ceiling.
 The Ryota who had left, the Ryota who had promised to come back tomorrow.

 Thinking about that Ryota.

'Will the genie be able to watch with ...... people?'

 It had been less than a day since they met.
 Prumbum was intensely attracted to Ryota.