Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

Suddenly it's a bingo, Angelica is surprised.

The look changes from a cocketish prank daughter to that of a sacred witch.

"How far ahead, exactly, is that straight? It would be helpful if you could tell me the numbers."

"Is that a number?

"Oh. Doesn't it say the scale, or the map that appears sensed?"

"... you don't... it's a sooo cluttered map..."

Anyway, I'm pretty sure I'm walking, they theorize.

"I'm a lot ahead of you."

"Okay."

Well, if it shows up to a map that's sensible and accurate, it's already an area of mapping skills.

The main thing is to find the pernicious presence in the surrounding area, which is probably about the performance of Omake when it comes to making people understand the terrain.

"... Father, you don't think it's useless about me, do you?

"That's not true."

"Really? Doesn't my sensing feel like I can't reach where I itch every time? … I'm worried that it's not limited."

"You're doing everything but your skills, so it's no problem."

"What do you mean by different things?

"Well."

First, it's fun to talk to. This is the biggest.

I don't feel bad because every time I look at each other, they say what they like.

It would be top notch as a tranquilizer.

If you make rice, you can also say that the approximate food is delicious and eat it.

It's worth making and makes daily cooking fun.

I'll wash the dishes.

"Is that it?"

No, no. Angelica has a good spot, but there 'll still be plenty.

For example, if you ask me about the house, do it right... you haven't, speaking of which.

If I let this guy do the laundry, he'll get excited about my undressed clothes and get the wrong amount of detergent.

If you ask me to clean the floor, I can pick up the black shreds and light them up by myself.

Ayako said, "Please throw it away because it might be mine," with a bright red face, and I remember it being a combination.

It's not clear, so I vacuumed the catfight between the two girls on my ass.

Oh, come on, you're lying, right?

Could Angelica be of no use other than cuteness?

No way. Such an idiot.

How was it during the ghost riots? Think back.

Yep.

... after being manipulated, he was just being held hostage...?

"Wait. Wait, please. Father. What is that gaze? It's your precious Angelica. What an eye to see."

"No... I thought you were good as a mascot."

"Why are you looking at me with pity!?

Because no woman is as helpful as me!? and Angelica slaps her chest.

"I'm telling you, I'm still a clergyman, right? You're an intellectual, aren't you? You're memorizing the classics, right? You're super competent, aren't you?

"I know. I know. Ange's been studying God, trying so hard."

"Hey, why are you looking at the poor kid...?

If it's the name of the goddess, I know it all... and even the king of history remembers his name... and Angelica repeatedly bumps.

Totally useless knowledge in modern Japan, but interesting for what you're looking at.

"Let's find it, shall we? Let's find Goblin, shall we? I'll prove my usefulness, okay? Right?"

Whatever the motive, it's fine if it motivated me.

I went straight for about a kilometer with Angelica, who was a perfectly beautiful move.

Every time I walked, I felt the smell of exhaust gas getting darker.

There are more streets in the car.

Angelica still doesn't like the sound and smell of automobiles, so she peeks into her face wondering if it's okay.

but apparently it was a concern. Emerald green eyes shimmer and make you feel a definite fighting spirit.

It doesn't even seem like a struggle spirit or a desperate self-proof, but whatever it is at this time.

"That's it. I'm in there."

Eventually, Angelica pulled over, pointing to one car.

The law doesn't matter. It's a wagon car parked on the street.

There is smoke on the windowsill, and it is impossible to ask how it is from the outside.

No matter how much goblins adapt to modern society, will they even get automobile licenses?

This would be a hassle, don't expect too much and knock on the door.

I was going to poke a little with a light force in me, but gowns and roars.

The body of the vehicle swayed, and there was a major earthquake and the like.

"Yabe."

With the debuffs unlocked, my arm was supposed to be terrible right now.

Let Angelica knock - and even if she regrets it, it's already too late.

A window opens with a gar and a young man wearing a cap from the inside behind shows his face.

"Oh, my God!

It was natural to yell.

This is my fault. I'm sorry, but I'm going to try to do a status check.

[First Name] Bardo

[Level] 60

[Class] Summoning Adventurer/Freelancer

[HP] 1800

[MP] 1200

[Attack] 2200

[Defense] 1900

[Agile] 1300

[Magic attack] 900

[Magic Defense] 900

[Skills] Language Understanding Night Eye Soil Magic

[Remarks] Hobgoblin warrior. It takes away the identity and appearance of Japanese freelancer Suzuki. It is a low-level disguise and therefore does not deceive the appraisal.

"Whoa, it's on! I'm glad I didn't rock the innocent general vehicle..."

Relax and give Angelica a hand.

Come here. Signal.

This works best to keep the subhuman quiet.

"Old man! What do you want from us..."

Bald goblins shut their mouths where they said so much.

My gaze stands next to mine, toward Angelica.

I guess I can see it. My nose was tingling and swelling and my lower lip was starting to stick out.

"... hey. I don't know if it's body-busting now, huh? Can you make amends?

Baldo's mouth distorts. It's an abusive laugh.

"My lady. If you don't want to take me with you, how do you know?

What do you want me to do, Angelica punches me in the ear?

(You'll have eyes, and I want to shape us from this guy. Friendly, too)

(... ok)

Angelica nodded deeply, with a full grin.

"Ride, ride! I'll ride! I was interested in these rides!

"Ah... Huh?

Baldo is more surprised by the tremendous eating. You look like a fox.

"What the hell. Are you a novice inverse nan. Maybe."

"Please let me in."

"I don't know if I look so handsome. It's gonna happen."

Angelica slips herself into a door open in a good mood.

It's the middle seat in the car, the second seat.

Don't let your hair in, I'll dive in too.

Boarding complete.

And then you can ram all you want.

"Hey, you don't need an old man. Get off."

Close the door while adding a blind eye to the bald.

"Giaah!?

"Ange, keep your eyes peeled for a while. I don't want to show you something unpleasant."

Reply that yes.

What starts now is brutal and barbaric openness, not something that can be shown to a flattering young girl.

"Well."

I'm just about ready, I'll look in the car.

Besides Baldo, who keeps his face down and gets bored, there are two men.

One trembles in the driver's seat, a small middle-aged man. With his hands on the handle, he's puffing his mouth.

The other one is fluttering in the back seat, a skinhead big man. He was dressed in a down jacket and staring at me invincibly.

"... are you crazy old man"

It will make a scene if you take the time. We need to get this done early.

I promptly ran a status check.

The results are Shilo and Cro.

Apparently the driver is human, but the skinhead is goblin.

Are you threatening humans and forcing them to get out of the car?

Or is it from a human being, moving on and helping to move the goblins?

Either way, it's not a bunch of back stories.

I stretched out my light sword and smashed my skinhead throat.

Burn down your vocal cords and prevent screaming and chanting spells.

"... Huh!

Naturally, but it seems like a terrible rampage. Even if you can't speak, you can swing your hands and feet.

It's troublesome when I get jittered like this, so I cut off my spinal cord and made it grown up.

I have learned plenty in different world eras about where to disconnect and stop moving.

The same treatment was performed on the goblin of the cap.

Now these guys are just chunks of meat that breathe.

The inside of the car quietly returns.

It's time for humans to talk to each other from here on out.

I turn to the man shrinking in the driver's seat and speak up.

"All right, old man. Let me know if you're a victim or a collaborator."