Alice Tale in Phantasmagoria

I noticed something unexpected.

Oh, my God, I don't know what Sylvie likes.

No, not just food, I don't know what I like and hate, what I'm good at and what I don't like.

Technically, she may not be the 'Alice' child of this moment right now, but that would be an excuse.

I always think she'll miss it when I tell her.

What a lovely life form, venerable, rather dead.

"Lumina is cute, too, but I can't wait to see Silvi's usual tweaks in the gap again..."

"Really?"

Ha!?

It's unclear how many times the hell it was Citra's hand-in-hand, but I was finally back to sanity (I feel like) talking to my daughter after all.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Citra? Extend the boring story..."

What a pain in the ass to be heard prolonging your pride.

Reflecting and bowing his head, Citra waved patterned.

"Dear Alice, I had so much fun listening"

"Yeah, yeah - but if I'm in the opposite position, I'm sleeping on foot, right?

The first five minutes are the limit.

I wonder how many minutes I've been telling Citrus and letting him listen?

When I went into the woods, the basket in my hand was empty, and now it's full of herbs and stuff.

Instead, when did I pick this...?

"Hehe, is this what Alice usually does?

"What is this...?

"She's very cute."

I want to consider the mental state of an ex-man who is told by a twelve-year-old Virgin to be adorable.

No, but a woman is a fine lady if she's twelve. Neither does the mental structure compare to that of a man. But that means my mental age is only low...

If I was worried about Munyamunya, Citra rushed to bow her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry about that. I do disrespectful things..."

Apparently, you've made me think I'm angry and mouth-watering.

"Misunderstood, I'm sorry you're here, Citra? I'm not mad at you."

"Really? I hope so..."

It is a citra that still seems a little sorry.

I'm rather impressed with the adulthood of the citrus, and the knowledge of edible herbs picked in this basket is amazing. Speaking of which, I haven't talked to Citra slowly yet.

"Hey, how did Citra grow up? If you don't like it, I'd like to hear it."

"I can't believe I don't like it, but even if it's a very interesting story..."

"If it's not an interesting story, like I was just scattering?

"Hehe, if Alice..."

Citrus laughing while hiding his mouth with his white hands, sounds aristocratic after all?

It's complicated in the world for her to come out on the battlefield at such an age.

"I, the Virgin, am sacrificed, but I am the youngest of the fallen aristocrats."

"Heh?"

Citrus smiled flirtatiously at me for making a surprise voice. That smile is unusual and age-appropriate.

"I don't have a family anymore, and I was lucky enough to be picked up by the church as an orphan, and the fact that I happened to be able to use the magic of healing there caught the country's attention. From then on, it's a battlefield to a battlefield with a view to rebuilding the house at state expense. Hehe, I don't care about the house... because I couldn't move without a reason"

I see, the beginning of the Made Virgin?

"As a member of the Astanya family, I went out on the battlefield to perform the duties of nobility...... I learned about the reality of the beasts. I taught them something about hunting and eating weeds that I can't even give them much to eat. It's the wisdom of living.

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"Oh, he said this is weird. Is it disobedience that God, who kept me alive like an orphan, could not have done this?... when you realize it, you go with the White Witch experiment... and you kill your enemies again. I didn't hesitate to help the Beast. I can't see a hell of a picture of the battlefield, so even the river of blood could walk with a fine face. Are you disillusioned? Dear Silver Thunder Elite,"

Let her face down, and Citra mocks herself.

"Hehe, isn't that a fun story? So I really, really love what you said earlier about Alice's chest warming up. Oh, it's dazzling to think that people love each other so much."

Why is everyone in this world such a hard way to live?

All my people are holding too many wounds.

Real from different worlds...

"Okay."

Citrus tilted his neck at me when I nodded forcefully.

"Love, I'll teach you"

On the way home from taking wild grass, he also declared thick to the citrus, which would be a lack of affection.

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By the way, what a handy job Citra had doing strangling bird-like creatures in the pre-cooking stage.

Mr. Scion and Maria, who have been hunting, were applauding, but I was graduating.

Yes, I'm sorry I'm a modern kid.

I asked Citra if she wasn't scared, "Me, because I can't see. Is it that scary?" and you felt awesome wiping the blood on your cheek with a soothing smile, yeah.

Something like that happened, but I finally got to my battlefield.

"Mr. Alice, cooking."

Try to twitch in a cat-type robotic tone.

It's not like there's going to be any convenience tools.

I applaud the Virgin for being with me as a cooking aid.

This kid is honest and cute. Sometimes I'm scared.

"Today's dish is something made with chicken and vegetables. If I had rice, I could make porridge, but that's a luxurious problem."

"Isn't Master Alice a royal family? Are you going to cook?

This kid didn't know I was a muscled man, including in my last life.

"Cooking is a lady's hobby. At least it was in my country."

By the way, the boys are hotter when they cook too.

Oh, I'm sorry, I never talked about floating on me.

I was pulling on cursing my college neighbor to live with me.

Yeah, now that we have Clan and Eclair, I don't regret it.

"? Isn't Alice out in the elf?"

"No, I'm from a farther place than the end of the sky"

Answer that feels fluffy because it's troublesome to hide it now.

"Really... Dear Alice, alone?

"Yeah."

In my case, I'm really glad I didn't involve my family.

"So I learned to cook so that one person could live properly"

"It's amazing"

It was just a hobby.

"Now let's use this knife to finely chop the chicken."

"Yes, here's the thing?

Shh.

"Hih!?

Shortly after "Ah," Citra waved her knife down.

How dare you hesitate so much? I'm afraid.

I was wary of the sound of a knife that swung down on the slab at a speed that I didn't think was cooking.

Checking on the rough slab perhaps, Mr. Chicken's chunk is in straight two.

"Stop it for him already! Chicken has zero HP!

It's overkill!?

The knife was retrieved from the citra.

"Did I do something wrong?

"Rather than wrong..."

Scary.

"And Citrus never cooked?

"Yes, because it was an aristocratic end...... it was deposited with the state soon after it was protected by the Church, and I am this eye, am I not? She's wearing a samurai, so she doesn't have life skills."

"It could be herbs or weeds, it could be battlefield knowledge."

"Well, that's where I got used to hunting and processing animals."

Although it is usually weirder to get used to it there.

"Fair enough. I was able to read this development."

Few people can cook with my people.

"Uh-huh, right..."

The ingredients are chicken? It is an herb that is not sure but can be eaten.

I have seasonings, so I can handle seasoning.

Sylvie is a sick person and... you better be soft and easy to eat, right?

"I'll make bird broth soup"

"Sorbo...?

"I'll finely chop it and turn it into a handmade hiccup. Yeah, it's time, Citrus."

It was a cute, neck tilting citra.