Reincarnation Monarch

"... yes, no... it's not that big..."

When the pavilion owner replied in a rather hurry, Chester took over the words without getting her hair in between.

"Really? In fact, when I count, there are seven tables. And each table has four chairs. That means up to twenty-eight people are calculated to get into this store. It's not exactly a number you can cut up on your own."

Then the pavilion master began to sweat on his face.

"... oh, no... not so many customers come to such a despicable village..."

"Then you don't need all these tables and chairs? So why are you putting it down?

The pavilion owner began to sloppily sweat more than earlier in Shester's further pursuit.

And at the same time, Balts' hips slowly began to float as they watched with a surprising look until then.

"... no, that's... what do you say..."

The pavilion lord turned aside and behaved in a palatable manner.

Then Shester woke up to peel off the body he had previously kept on the wall, and he raised his mouth angle and said away.

"So this is my last question… who the hell are these people in this kitchen?

Shester says, no, men dressed in black jumped out of the kitchen.

But even though the men arrived one after the other at the exit from one kitchen, they were blocked by Chester and Asio, who instantly drained both of them.

Then the others, led by Baltic, immediately pulled out their swords, and slaughtered them into Shester's support and Elba's protection.

"Dear Comet, you will not be evacuated here!!

"Dear Elba, please come here!!

As the cries of Baltic and Elba's entourage echoed, Chester and his enthusiasm continued.

But such equilibrium will soon collapse.

"Mmm!"

Shester finally tore the belly of the confronting man deep with his favorite knife, which he had traveled through numerous training grounds with.

Shortly thereafter, Shester broke into the kitchen and was instantly slashed into a second man.

Furthermore, the tran continued, and it was forcefully attacked with swordsmanship left to its skill.

Then the man was slightly distracted by the tran.

Shester of Hundred Wars Smelt couldn't have missed that gap either.

Shester instantly cut the man into reverse pieces and dumped him.

And it was Shester who cried out loudly, bathing his blood in his face.

"That's it! I no longer decided on my posture. Surrender regularly. If you do, you won't take any more lives!

The men in black on Shester's call, one after the other, dropped the sword in their hands on the floor to express their sincerity.