Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"" "" "" Dinner - "" ""

"You seem hungry. Collect magic in your hands to make it easier to eat, and you will eat at will."

"... Really?"

Feeling bitter about Master Celery, who has been grateful to me while I set myself up, I open the box with the received Feniche chick again. Piyo, Piyo, Piyo and the chicks who push hard to feed with their mouths open are certainly adorable. She's cute, but why doesn't she have half the feeling of being pushed?

Crowding into his own hands, he sighs zero as he sees the chicks pecking magic in a delicious way.

I wonder what the name will do.

Think of the names of the five chicks as they feel their magic eaten with great momentum.

It is not forbidden to keep creatures in dormitories, but what about ecologically unknown creatures? On the contrary, in raising them, what are you willing to do if Feniche turns out to be a warcraft? Well, I return my thoughts to the chicks' names in a throwing mood, wondering if it would be okay if I gave the name of Master Celery where I was blamed.

It's impossible to transfer these chicks to someone around being asked for a subtle nurturing diary. I can draw attention to feeding people at the point where bait is magic in the first place. What's more, there's no reason for Master Celery to leave so much magic eating creatures to people as' a good amount '.

Watching chicks devouring magic thinking "Don't eat it really well" for quite some time, one satisfied or the other and away from the palm.

My stomach was filled or I pulled my hand out of the box at the looks of the grown chicks. And the moment I glanced inside with a lid trying to close the box, the hairy balls in the box looked up at me simultaneously.

Jeez, I had a bad feeling about the sight of five pairs of crushed eyes looking up at me increasing the glow, and I tried to cover the lid in a hurry, but the chicks jumped out of the gap near the lid closing.

"" "" "'Mamer!

"Mom!?

"Dear Doyle!?

Pough, pough, pough, pough. I thought I felt a light shock in my chest, and at the same time I heard the voices of the adorable chicks. As soon as the chicks jumped into my chest rushed into my arms to avoid falling and getting hurt, I was surprised by the name I was told and I shouted unexpectedly.

I was surprised at me for screaming. When I heard Ballado give you a beat late, I returned to me and I said, "Shit!" It was already too late to block my mouth.

"- Oh, no. Doyle, you have the skills to hear animals, don't you? Then breeding would be easy, and it would be appropriate."

With just one word, Master Celery, who sensed that I had the skills to listen to animals, muttered with pleasure as he observed me with interest.

- That's why I'm here now.

A discourse room where people sparse.

Sitting on a four-person sofa set up for ease of relaxation opposite Lady Gray, who is lined up with Claire, I was talking about what happened today as Lady Gray asks.

I can't help but think back to the day that Master Celery kept flirting with me, and it's a long way to go.

"- I see. So they've been receiving those hairy balls"

"... Yep"

"It was a disaster, somehow."

Hammer at the words of labor with a strange voice and expression.

The more I remember, the more bitter emotions I get, the more I finish reporting the events of the day to Master Gray, and I mouth a cup of tea that builds hot air in front of me so that I only spill unspeakable emotions that spread throughout my chest.

Looking forward, Master Gray, who was quietly listening to me, likewise had his hands on tea. The series of movements with a gentle grin and mouth on the tea deserved the name of [the prince] and was very graceful, but contrary to its graceful operation and expression, the tea vessel at hand makes such a mess with ear damage.

After dinner, I have been pretending to be calm since we rendezvous as promised, but in the middle of the conversation, I found out that I was desperately laughing at the flickering and glancing at me.

"... your hands are sifting, Gray"

"Huh! 'Cause, Doyle, you!

"Dear Doyle! I think Claire should be adorable!

"That's right, Master Doyle! Put the nostalgic Phoenician chicks on you, and the way you love them is so beautiful that the Virgin escapes barefoot! You are too kind to give your little life freedom and treat them, and you will be jealous of the chicks without thinking of your merciful gaze!

"Huh! Ha ha!

Pointing out his hands trembling in laughter as he sighed, Claire and Ballado raised their voices early in the arrow, skinning Master Gray, who was overwhelmed by my point.

Claire and Ballado desperately try to follow me with my head, shoulders, chest and five hairballs on it. It does, but it's ruined because such Claire and Ballad's efforts vain and beyond the limits, Master Gray, raise his voice and laugh out. Master Gray had a watery hairball on his head and shoulder, and it seemed like my figure fitted into the bump.

"Mamer."

"What?

"What's wrong?

"Dinner -?

"Mom?"

The Feniche chicks, reacting to a suddenly rising laugh, peek into their faces and call me from within their shoulders, heads, chest and sleeves. Feed me = Is your mother's drawing in place, what the hell am I supposed to do with these chicks who give me magic in Master Celery's lab and then call me 'Mom' and don't try to leave for a while?

After that, again, Master Celery tried to give them magic, and the chicks didn't look forward to it.

My hopeful observation that "maybe it's because I'm full" is also vain, and I deflected my face from Master Celery, who offers a hand that gathers magic, and said, "I'll make you my mom -" needless to say, I stood up to the chicks who each started sleeping anywhere my body wanted.

By the way, Lady Celery at that time said in her mouth, "The chicks seem to like you, Doyle. It's a shame," the expression smiled very nicely.

I've heard that geese children follow stronger mothers than real mothers, but maybe Feniche has a similar habit.

Because they chose me, not Master Celery, it's unclear on what basis they're choosing their parents, but the chicks who ring and resist when they try to force them to let go and put them in the box completely recognize me as their parent.

When Master Celery was feeding him, he made a big deal of himself in the box, so he just holds his head in the present situation.

"Mummer?"

... why.

What the hell touched my chicks' harp line? Someone wants me to explain to you what makes the chicks not leave while they stick to me.

But you can't say anything to the crushed eyes that look up at me like you lean your little neck and insist, and take it for now: 'Mom, dinner?' If you gather magic in your hands for the chicks you've traveled to, the other chicks gather to peck my magic with thoughts.

You were invited to laugh even more by the sight, and Master Grey sank himself into the couch in the colloquial room to hear his voice blow out again.

... Think of it as other HR.

If you resent Master Gray for completely amusing me for playing with the chicks, "Wow, I'm sorry," you return a completely sincere apology. Completely other personnel.

Does pride not allow people to laugh in the sparse remaining talking room, sending a cold glance and zero sigh to Master Gray, who is desperately trying to indulge his voice.

Claire and Ballado have been pitifully grated since earlier compared to Lady Laughing Gray and me, who have no idea how many sighs we're going to have today.

"Brother!" Claire is trying so hard to stop her brother from laughing, but Master Gray's laughter doesn't subside to that extent, and Ballad on the other hand is devoting herself to my follow up on whether she can't tell Master Gray strongly about the boulder.

But he praises me for sticking watery hairballs to his body. "You admire Master Doyle because the chicks also feel a heart full of charity that you can't hide even if you try! The words" have been subtle since earlier.

The sounds of the adorable chicks I hear from time to time in a chaotic situation were very disproportionate.

"Ballado, have a cup of tea."

"Yes, I did!

"Claire, leave Gray alone"

"Dear Doyle, but..."

Lady Grey, who is unlikely to be back for a while, gives up, and I ask Ballado to replace her with tea and speak to Claire.

I just wanted to say something about Master Gray's attitude, but if the position was the other way around, I'd probably have returned a similar reaction, so I'd leave it. It will come back to life on its own within.

I'll follow my word and re-brew the tea substitute. I'll take my gaze off Ballado and turn to Claire, who cares about Master Gray. I've seen more faces since school, but it's been a long time since I've talked to Claire slowly like this. Wasting this time any more is not preferable.

"Fine. More than that, are you used to school yet?

"- Yes, Serejaira will be on your side, and you will all do well."

"Right. How's class?

"It's only just the beginning, no matter what you say...... Ah! But today I did a review of founding history in class."

"I miss you."

"We got Zeno's name when we talked about the war. From there, we talked about Mr. Doyle. The teacher complimented Master Doyle!

"My story?

"Yes! There will be a class soon to decide horses, won't there? My teacher was impressed that Doyle was a great horse last year and had great equestrian skills." Equestrian battles with Sturp are still being told. That was a famous battle in history at school, "he told me, passionately speaking about the equestrian battle between the two of you, not founding history, from the middle of the class!

"... is that it"

It's hard to say good memories. He brings up a battle with Lute and gets stuck in words, but if he sees Claire speaking with pleasure, his cheeks also loose.

Claire, who tells me I was flattered, is cute without complaint, and I feel the heart that was rough at Lady Celery's behest healing.

Thank you to Master Gray, who has prepared this occasion for me because I have never been able to call Claire. Even if at some point you try to revive and look at me and Claire with a ballad and a raw warm gaze and an included smile that is making your tea back.

Shift your gaze away from Nimanima and the two of us and focus your consciousness on Claire, who talks about today's events with a full grin. Claire, who speaks happily if you encourage her to continue her story, was undoubtedly the best healing for me right now.

"So?"

"So since Doyle and Sturp have been chosen as mentors to this year's beginners, be sure to go and teach the Doyles. Everyone asked me what Master Doyle was like, 'He's the nicest person in the world!' You said so!

"... right"

Hit the gavel with a face that is nothing, while inwardly illuminating Claire with a straightforward expression of affection.

"Hey, weren't you insane?" For a moment, I thought, "Claire continues her words without ever offending my attitude.

"Yes! - Because Master Doyle picked me up on a white horse, something that was really nice with the prince himself in the picture book"

Somewhere the heart jumped on the words spoken with a caged voice of fever.

I stare at Claire with excitement at the voice color that makes me feel the color. You remember that time, when Claire's eyes seemed moist, dyeing her cheeks and staring up at me.

My precious girl will look me up with her moistened eyes, and there will be no such thing as a fine man. I probably didn't leak it either. I tried to reach out to Claire without thinking about it.

"Huh!? And, by the way, what happened to that book?

I panicked into my pierced gaze and pulled my hand in, changing the subject.

"............... is this the book?

"Yes! I've been wondering about that for a while now."

My heart bounces again at Claire, who gave me a slightly boring look for suddenly changing the subject. I think I wasted it on Claire to give her a shiny look.

But as far as Grey, who doesn't mean to be murderous but brings a sharp glance, I must have made an unlimited right choice.

... Oh, it was dangerous.

I think so while taking Lady Gray's gaze loosened by being forced to change the subject.

I remembered Claire's lukewarm voice for a sweet time after rescue, and for a moment reason flew. I accidentally tried to hug Claire in this place with people's eyes, albeit less.

And beyond.

Regardless, there is no way Master Gray, who cares more about Claire than anything else, would allow such a thing to happen in front of his own eyes. The gaze directed at me was momentary, but serious enough to bring me back to sanity.

Now I'm not laughing at all at Master Gray's eyes telling Claire to just move her lips so she can't even notice. "You can touch me, but don't put your hands on me."

Brother, I'm willing to keep you company, but it must be speechless to get your hands on it before marriage.

"I got this book for a class kid. It's a story based on the war of forty-five years ago, and it also spells out the love stories of Zeno and Amelia."

"... The Love Story of Grandpa and Grandma"

"I'm almost done reading it, can you read it too, Master Doyle? Your father and Celery will be here."

"Right. Then when Claire finishes reading it, will you lend it to me?

"Yes!"

I listen to Claire as she finishes stabbing me with a nail and strokes her chest down on the indulgent look of Master Gray. To be honest, I'm not interested in grandpa and grandma's love stories or anything, but if Claire recommends it, there's no reason not to read it. I can call you back on the pretext of borrowing a book and returning it.

"- Claire. It's time to stay up late. I'll take you back to your room."

"Brother. Just a little more..."

"No matter how engaged you are, it's bad to be with you late. You better think about Doyle's reputation."

".................. I get it. Dear Doyle, please wait as you finish reading soon."

"Of course. Good night."

"No rest"

Using the book as an excuse to make the calculation for the next meeting, Master Gray tells me the end.

When I said reluctant Claire and made her stand up, she said, "You wait here. I'll be right back," Lady Gray just walked out. Having managed to say a bedtime greeting to a sudden farewell with no aftertaste or anything, I will unfortunately miss Claire, who is escorted by Master Gray as she looks back.

... Unless you manage to get through Master Gray, you don't have much sweet time with Claire.

I think that to Master Gray, who ends the encounter without saying whether or not, and exits Claire.

It is also a good place to live and kill, such as stabbing a nail when it has a good atmosphere, while having the opportunity to make contact with each other on its own. The guard against my sister is too firm................ even though you're my fiancée.

"Are you sure?

"Unfortunately, there will be no choice. I don't even know how Gray feels. I'll be patient for the next two years or so.... unless there's a gap."

"We're always here to help!

"If I had a chance."

"Yes!"

That's how they disappeared completely, sitting back in their seats again in such conversation with Balad.

While I put my mouth on the new tea that was poured immediately, I decided to let the two of us go on an in-school date for about once. Once again, I waited for Master Grey to come home as I stroked the nagging chicks.