Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

There was a dark, heterogeneous space at the end of the door.

It's not hot, it's not cold, it's not up or down. There's just a dark space there, and you can see a small light at the end of that dark space. I don't know if the light itself is small, or if it looks small because the light is in a distant place, but it is a sight like a peek inside a long tunnel.

There is nothing else to aim for, so I walk out into a black space aiming for light. At the same time, a feeling that was not felt the moment it was erased wore itself.

That feeling, which feels like the body floated, as if it had become gravity free for a moment, is a magical peculiar feeling of the mobile system that we have experienced in the past. I can feel myself moving somewhere else because of the feeling that my skin is not uncomfortable but poppy.

Is there a ghost or a snake......

Go through the darkness with all the possibilities in mind.

It is certain that it is artificial to observe through the keys and doors, but was it indiscriminate or aimed at me?

There is also the possibility of student pleasure offenders if they are non-discriminatory. It takes a lot of magic and skill to create a different space and drop people there, but the school is full of above-average abilities and excellence in something. It cannot be done without sharing it with those who create space, with those who move it, with those who confuse the senses.

In that case, perhaps the tip of this light leads to the original jungle. If there are no students with the skill to connect the entrance and exit of space to a separate location on a boulder, or with that much magic and skill, I or Master Grey already surround them.

I think about it so much, and I realize that I can calmly think about whether the shock given by the chicks has turned me into a good mood. I laugh bitterly.

Stop making noise. Adult, but disgruntled, slime chicks sideways, and I'll put together my thoughts again.

If it was my own purpose, I would deal with it differently depending on whether it was to harm me or whether I was trying to do something to someone while I was away. If the purpose is me, I can't deny that it's rust coming out of me like a lute, so let's talk about it in more detail.

However, if it was the latter, I would not be willing to miss it for any reason. It's a felony when you get your hands on something other than me, whether it's me or not, if you get it right.

Well, unless you have a plan so closely worked out or hand crafted that it seems like Gray and Ballad, among others, are going to get their hands around me... it will fit the payback. They have the strength they deserve for their identity and name.

The extent to which they can be counted as enemies in school. Yeah, I was so worried. The future doesn't come.

... If the killer is someone in school, I'm glad to be so optimistic.

I look closer to the end of the light than I had earlier, hoping that it would be.

If the killer was an outsider and the purpose of confronting Slime with me was to buy time, the worst would be waiting ahead.

Sometimes the royalty keeps the school well guarded. The teachers also have the strength to fold fingers.

It's not a busy thing, such as someone who can deceive such a school and a teacher and be strong enough to do what they want to do in isolation on purpose.

Depending on the situation, report first. Then find Senior Leo or someone senior in pharmacy and have him drugged. As soon as we can recover, we're leaving...

In the dark, imagine the end of the white light and organize your actions.

If the enemy is waiting for you before this light, let Rafael buy you some time.

Rafael said that if I wanted to take my life, I would have to get a consideration, but that if I returned the back, he would do it for free if it wasn't an act that took the life of a creature. You'll do it if you buy me time to shake off my enemies. Even if not, Rafael is already tied to me by name. In times of need, you can order.

If you look so far behind you, she smiles fluently when she meets me. I also made a laugh at Lafar, who is so upbeat that he seems to sing out even in his nose, and look forward again.

I can pretend that I don't have that much emotion for her because of her impudence for her weak self and her jealousy for doing things that I can't do lightly.

I'm not going to be stupid enough to misprioritize.

... if you regret it, make it stronger.

I throw up at myself.

This would not have happened if I had been stronger and firmer in the first place, and I would not have risked the loss of knowing whether or not Master Gray was cheap, etc.

Only pride progresses through a dark space mocking itself to the habit of not growing and only repeating mistakes. He then switched his thoughts as he narrowed his eyes to the light that gradually became stronger, pulling out the esperda.

I honestly feel like I'm holding on to it with my strength, rather than not sure if I can fight it. It becomes a restraint. All you have to do is hope it's not the worst.

"Lafar"

"I'll take care of it. I'll protect you."

If you call me by name, Rafael will dance out to me and Bran sooner than he talks about it.

I smiled back at Rafael like that, and I twisted the white light that seemed to be the exit.

After conceiving various possibilities and confirming the actions I should take, I close my eyes and focus my senses on my skin so that I am not deprived of my vision by the white light.

After feeling like the floor fell off all the time, I feel like I've escaped from a space created to feel like I could push it all the way down to the ground. At the same time he felt the unique scent of grass burning and signs of multiple human movements, opening the eyes that had been closed.

"-Doyle!"

I put my strength into my hand holding Esperda to the signs I felt, but I can't help the voice I hear. If you look in the direction in which your voice was heard, there were even seniors in Lady Gray and Balad, whose faces lit by the fire seeped worry.

"Are you all right?"

"Are you all right, Master Doyle!?"

"" Brother Doyle!

The moment I captured my figure, I rushed up and stroked my chest down to the Grays rushing over with a relief look on my face, and at the same time I said, "Are you sure it's real?" and doubts arise. But the moment I saw behind the rushing Grays, the suspicion blew, and I accidentally stuck it in Bran's neck.

Behind the Grays, Dr. Terail and Dr. Dass were with you in the abyss forest, looking pale and shrinking, to Dr. Hengst, who looks sorry as he surrounds the fire. Then there was the dean of the school with his hands together and his head bowed and Lady Celery and Fia drinking tea gracefully beside him.

When you see me, you don't have to wonder if it's real or fake to get up and run over Master Gray.

- Come on, Raccoon!

Anger enough for your hands to tremble as you sift into the sight in your eyes and the relief and fatigue that strikes you all at once. And to the weakness and lack of vengeance beyond the chase of the chicks, only cursing and murmurmuring in their hearts.

Even though it's a serious word to a human being who is a teacher, I thought so from the bottom of my heart at the look of it smiling at me. If you weren't tired in the fight against the giant slime, if the magic wasn't even empty, you must have definitely had your hands on it first.

Fear, fright, apology and joy.

When I learned this one thing about each look and attitude, I was speechless.

"Doyle! Did you even get hurt somewhere? Are you okay?"

"Dear Doyle!? Senior Liech, Senior Sana 'a, Treat me quickly!

"Because there doesn't seem to be any trauma - Sana 'a, for now, health and magic healing pills!

"Brother Doyle, drink this. It works because it's my brother's medicine!

With unparalleled anger, Gray and the others, worried about me, leaning down without saying a word while I kept myself in Bran, say words that lead me through the mouth. And Senior Ljeci pulled Espada out of my hand, and Senior Sana made me hold a bottle that seemed like a healing pill.

I'm honestly glad that their attitude made them feel like they were showing me around. But unfortunately, I couldn't afford to answer my best because I only make cursing noises about Master Celery.

It seems that there was no danger to the Greys. Above all. Most importantly, does Master Celery have any grudges against me? Is this the price you've been avoiding? Can't you just get tired of pushing the Leo seniors and the Feniche chicks? Or more like another reason? Could it have been Amelia's grandmother and grandfather in that entertainment novel, Celery, that your triangle was true? If so, it's more a grudge against your grandfather than a grudge against me... but does that matter to me? Just, like, eight hits? No, boulder. That won't be there. Then something. What if this is Lord Celery's affection? I'm not so happy!

'Yes, are you okay? Master. "

"Can this get back on its feet? You okay? Cheer up!

Grasp your fists, and only scratch the words that are calling to your throat.

You know what I said and did while I was in quarantine, but the consolation of the late Blanc and Lafar stabbed me in the chest.

'Look, you gave me a corner, so drink this. Hold on tight! My dear child.'

My body is woken up by Lafar, who cut a numb on me, who doesn't make it slight when I get comfort words, and I can gently lift my hand holding the bottle. And she gently opened the lid so that Lady Gray and the others would not notice.

Ballado, who felt something during that time, looked up for a moment, but never noticed Rafael. Can't you see Rafael in Ballad exploring the area wondering? I conceived and glanced at Fia, but there was no way I could tell the difference between Fia and Lafar when I just got the Spirit, and I gave up that thought early.

And I remember looking at the purple restorative that it was Leo's senior work, to the tension immediately after losing sight of the seniors, the regret and despair of losing sight of Master Gray and Ballado. The anxiety and frustration when I ran Bran in a less semi-frequent of upset, and the nothingness I had in my barren battle with the giant slime. Regret and reflection on my immaturity, which I have noticed because of my encounter with Rafael.

All together, less than five hours, is what happened and felt in a short time.

I don't think all of that was in vain because of Master Celery's ruse. I'm rather glad I noticed my little self. Nothing dangerous just the result, and I got my problems and a new power called Rafael. At last, the facts of Ains' shock became known, and I wonder if they could have been set up to bring about those results. As much as I think so, there's a lot I got on this one.

But isn't this in the boulder? It is therefore decided to set up via Dr. Hengst and use Master Gray to cause him to lose his calm and so on. I trust Dr. Hengst, and Master Gray is important.

............... I'm guessing Grandpa Raccoon does it all with his knowledge.

Lady Gray was accompanied by the late upset and confused by the lack of magic caused by Eins' meal. Compatibility with slime and help with lafar.

It is unclear how far it was by chance and from where it was the muscle that Master Celery had in mind, but this time he stares at the bottle in a sagging mood at the reality rolled with his hands as good as ever. And I drank the purple liquid in my hand all at once so that I could only say bitter emotions that I couldn't even say and words that were going to come out if I lost my mind.

Feeling the magic of twitching back, it also stirs a bottle containing even the green liquid offered. This one seems to restore health, gradually becoming tired.

And with my heart, I quietly stepped off Bran's back, realizing the effects of Senior Leo's medicine on my lightened body.

"Doyle. Are you okay with just the healing pills? You're not hurt?

"- It's okay. Is Master Gray hurt, too?

"Oh. I'm not hurt anywhere............... are you sure you're okay? If Lord Celery's words were correct, it would have been a battle with the lower Warcraft, wouldn't it? I don't want to do that."

"It's okay."

"But"

"It's okay, Master Gray. Thank you for your concern."

"... fine, but don't push it, okay?

"Yes."

Answer with a grin at Master Gray's words as soon as he got off Bran's back. Next, he asks if he is injured just in case, stroking his chest down on Lady Gray, who looks fine. At that time, she felt something about my attitude. Master Gray worried me again, but I denied that worry.

I lay my words on Master Gray, who looks suspicious, and when I was forced to convince him, I turned my face to Master Celery.

"- Actually, after discussing future education policies with the school director, we're talking about taking a look at the strength of the students this semester. This is a corner opportunity, and I've asked this Terail teacher to help me create a different space so that I can see the overall strength of calm, judgment, and ability to respond to enemies, and I've left a lower Warcraft there. You shouldn't risk your life for once, Doyle, so let me give it a try in advance. How was it? Was there anything inconvenient?

I talk like I expected, and I feel my cheeks pull on Lady Celery, who has asked me that with her face of nothing.

I want you to say, "The bottom line was the size that doubted my eyes, even the bottom line". And then he said, "Is there any resentment towards me?," I'd like to ask disgustingly. But no matter how much cursing noise flies in my chest, I can't speak that word out.

Because if we denounce Mr. Celery's work here, we'll have to tell him that he did everything he could to get Rafael to help him with every slime after he panicked during that operation at the potato ceremony.

Explain everything about this one, and Master Gray and the others will accuse Master Celery and comfort me. But my pride won't allow us to report ourselves to Master Gray and the others. If it's enough to expose me to shame, I'll whisper everything I complain about Master Celery.

Based on my personality, this guy gave me that giant slime. The current attitude that I don't even think of as dew, such as complaining from me, is proof of that.

People who are smart, powerful and powerful, etc. are really bad in nature. If I defeat you sooner or later, it's fine to be reported, and if you struggle, you don't want to expose yourself to shame. I'll shut your mouth. This one, who is so promising, is an utterly ill-willed raccoon.

Even if I perceive that intention, I really regret not being able to say anything in the end.

"- I was confused at first by a sudden event, but there was no inconvenience"

What more can I say if I'm strong enough to admit myself?

I want to be strong and dependable in front of Master Gray and the Ballads. Whether you can look at me that only irritates you and turn a grin that obviously contains pleasure, you just have to look at me that didn't have anything. Master Celery is setting me up in anticipation of my intentions and strengths. This grin is provocation. Only irritation. If you blame your voice for provocation here, you will only expose yourself to shame.

I told myself so and smiled only irritating, and Lady Celery nodded slightly as she narrowed her eyes and watched how I came out. Remove your gaze from Mr. Celery with expressions like "Well Done" and breathe. Lady Belly Celery is good at turning people's nerves upside down.

"- Nothing went wrong."

"Aginis, it's..."

"Doyle, if that's what you mean, are you okay?"

I repeatedly took a deep breath and managed to calm down and answer with the look on my face that the dean of the school apparently knew the facts was incredible. And I tried to say something, but at the same time I and Lady Celery took my gaze and shut up.

You stopped the words from continuing with your gaze, and you were stunned by me. I said to the school director, "How about that? You did what I told you, didn't you?" There are many things I would like to say to Master Celery, who has a proud grin. There is, but as long as I'm me, the day won't come to bump those words into Master Celery.

When I let Magister say, "I have Aginis," which side can I offer you, such as when I didn't hit my teeth with every slime? There's no way anyone can say that.

I'll definitely dye that face in amazement one day......

I swear so to Master Celery, who smiles satisfactorily because everything goes according to his wishes and he holds my weakness, and smiles back.

You felt that in my chest, Master Celery grinned more and more when it was funny.

"- Mr. Doyle by the way. Actually, apart from this trick, I've got something for you to work out the students, but can you hang out with me there? Of course, I won't let you lose it. We are designed to gain a lot of strength if we follow the procedures properly."

"Lord Celery! Doyle is under my command. I don't want you to take it personally."

"Yeah. Of course I know. That's why I'm asking you in person, Your Highness. You want to be strong, don't you? Mr. Doyle."

Lady Gray pinches her mouth at Lady Celery's new offer, but she doesn't even think of fine dust when I say no, and Lady Celley asks me that with a face she doesn't eat. "If you don't like it, you can say no," Lady Gray's tenderness stains you.

But unfortunately, you don't have the option to say no to me.

- Yes, of course.

"So will you take it on?

"... welcome"

"Doyle!?"

"Dear Doyle!?"

Lady Gray and the others speak up in my response, but my answer is irrelevant. Master Celery, who knows about it, whines, "Right," even naturally.

"I thought you'd say that. Mr. Doyle."

I kept saying that and I firmly swore to my heart that I would "be absolutely strong and in return" to Master Celery, who smiled satisfactorily.