Din no Monshou

Alec told me and I went back to the mansion.

We talked a little after that, but he still doesn't want to see Walkins.

I just told him not to suddenly hit him.

I'll tidy up the situation as I creep through the gates of the mansion.

Alec and Walkins definitely had contacts.

That too, in a sinister direction.

I don't know when the crack came in, when.

It's just that Alec was on guard about Walkins.

As if when I saw Shanleys, the four wise men of the continent.

If Walkins is the subject of vigilance for Alec.

For Walkins, I wonder what Alec is.

"... would you like to hear"

Don't get in trouble if you get gigged where I don't know you.

I'm not willing to stick my neck in, but I want to know about the circumstances.

However, even if I listen to you from Walkins, I have a problem.

It's about her being thorough about secrecy.

I don't think it's easy for me to tell you about the past.

but I just want to grab some information.

Enter the mansion and view the second floor as chilling.

A small servant was carrying tea to the office.

Apparently, Shadyberga is home.

Well, put it that way. It's like I'm forgetting something about him.

As I was trying to remember, I was called from behind.

"Welcome home, Master Regis"

Walkins. You still like to take people's backs.

Return the greeting for a moment.

"Yeah, I'm home."

Walkins had tools in both hands.

I wear pure white gloves on both hands to protect my hands.

Ho... White gloves on service clothes?

Sometimes.

"What did you do?

"No, it's nothing"

Large iron plate on her left hand.

And a big chain is gripped in your right hand.

Much more of a hefty tool, but what the hell do you use it for?

"I was waiting for you to come home. Now you can work on it."

With that said, Walkins closed the front door completely.

Place a thick iron plate on the door.

I thought she fixed it firmly with her hands, and she sent in her magic.

The thick iron plate deformed and adhered perfectly to the door.

Walkins messes with the knob to try, but the door doesn't open at all.

"Phew. Lockdown complete."

I see, were you making a barricade?

I assumed it was some kind of tricky weapon.

There's no choice but to block the outside and the inside.

... what choice do we have?

Why are servants blocking the entrance and exit of the house?

I don't suppose you're going to dramatically remodel the house and turn it into a fortress.

"What are you doing?

"Oh, that's inconvenient, isn't it? Sorry, I'll put it back later.

At Sefina's behest, we are solidifying the entrance and exit. "

In one word, I understood the intention of the blockade.

At the same time, I recall something related to Shady Berga in a potato ceremony.

You did it, Moya Moya solved it all at once.

"... thus, keep the chain firmly in the window"

Walkins carefully locks up.

Yeah, it's a special triumph.

The keys have to be tight.

After all, the chain is the strongest.

The same goes for bicycles.

There's no such thing as security unless it's double locked.

Easily cracked open with plastic umbrella parts, such as mounting keys.

If you tap it with an affordable stone, it's almost broken.

How many times have you been stolen from Chari in your previous life?

Only once, there was a broccoli stab instead of a saddle.

You had a laugh coming up ahead of anger then.

He also finished chaining the hallway window, and Walkins exhaled.

"Well, that's it. Now this mansion is a lonely island on land!

You can't go in and out of here unless I unlock the magic. "

Oh no, what a lovely property.

If you throw in a famous detective, the Blood Festival is going to open.

I was just finishing my work, and I speak to Walkins.

"By the way, what's your mother doing now?

"I'm off in my room"

Hmm.

I lowered my chest in my heart.

I was worried about one of Alec's earlier problems.

He doesn't seem to care much.

I just felt weird that Walkins was back at work without anything.

If I made a mistake, I would have killed Alec.

You should be able to show some more vigilance.

"What just happened, you don't care?

"Especially. It happens all the time."

No, you never will.

But with this attitude I understood very well.

I'm trying to completely flush one of my earlier cases.

I'm trying to avoid pursuit.

It's not a good idea to poke at the core all of a sudden.

Let's just say we bury it from the outer moat question.

"Speaking of which, you were taking your sword out of a weird place earlier.

What kind of magic is that?

When Alec attacked me.

Walkins was using strange magic.

He put his hands in the air and distorted the space.

And he stuck his hand in the distortion, and he was taking out the Great Sword.

The sword of love she prides herself on using during the Warcraft Crusade.

"Uh... did you use it?"

Apparently, it was unexpected that it activated that magic.

Maybe he was full of heads by leaving Alec.

"You used dimensional magic earlier."

Dimensional magic?

You've never heard of it.

A form of ancient magic... doesn't seem to be the case though.

"It's magic that puts things in and out of a space built with magic.

You can't put too much in there, but you'll be treasured to store your weapons. "

I see.

Walkins usually doesn't carry a big sword.

But in battle, she holds the sword at some point.

I was wondering how you were doing it, but you were magically taking it out.

"By the way, can you use that for me, too?

"Impossible."

That's right.

Even though the five lines of magic such as wind, water, etc. are not even properly used.

There is no way you can acquire such a special superb thing.

Well, the tension's loosening up too.

Is it time to ask?

I've always wondered about the question of fate.

"And one more thing, okay?

"What is it?"

"What kind of relationship is Alec and Walkins?"

That moment.

Walkins' condition changed.

The first thing I felt was fluctuations in magic.

Walkins' wrapped magic vegetables transform into something different.

Compression like being stabbed with a needle.

I've felt it several times - Walkins' "Silent Warning".

Skin tingles and defensive instincts scream.

――――

Look, Walkins was quietly peeking into my face.

As usual, he has a soft look.

But the color of her eyes wasn't the usual silver color.

A haunting colour, like red and gold.

Warning colors. They were extremely colorful.

".................. ugh"

Those eyes...

The magic that overflows from your body...

Obviously I've been advising you.

'If life matters, don't ask me anything extra'.

It also seemed like a threat to pierce the crisis instinct.

"- Hey."

But I wasn't scared.

Understand disrespect and transcend the forbidden line.

If you're Walkins, you're sure to answer.

That trust put an end to my lost cause.

"What does Alec and Walkins have to do with anything?

Now I'm out of words.

From where I'd given up before, I took a step forward.

I stepped into her secret realm.

"This isn't the first time you've met Alec, is it?

Just because it's how violent,

Alec doesn't attack all of a sudden. "

Something must have happened.

Between Alec and you.

Stiff as we stared at each other, how much time would have passed.

Walkins took his gaze off me and sighed small.

"... Phew"

Smile like trouble, cheek.

I guess you gave up the speech blockade by deception.

Walkins erased the pressure from the wrapping magic.

The colour of the eyes also returns to beautiful silver.

On top of that, she shrugged her shoulders aloft.

"Will you ask me that? Dear Regis,"

"Oh. Even if you can't answer me.

I'm gonna keep asking you about this. "

If it's just her past, she can't pry.

But unless you and Alec have a decisive crack running.

I have trouble starting a fight where I don't know.

Besides, for the most part...

"There's nothing else to do with Walkins. I knew it bothered me."

"After all, it's not like I can deceive you."

Squirting like that, Walkins laughs bitterly.

Apparently, you've given up asking questions.

She put her finger on her mouth and came winking.

It's useless to say anything else, I guess that means.

"Right.

As I said, I had a little connection with hero Alexandia.

I didn't want to see you if I could, but that's annoying. "

You finally admitted you had something to do with Alec.

I guess it's because I showed a bare temptation of interest.

She has told me to stab the nail.

"But if I can tell you the truth - I don't really want to talk about it.

About my old days, about Master Alexandia. "

"Right..."

Well, I knew that.

From the way I've avoided it, enough.

But as far as I'm concerned, I need to know.

"One thing, will you let me check?

"What is it?"

"What does Walkins think of Alec?

Then she puts her hand on her chin and looks like it's going to be difficult.

But he answered my candid emotions as they were.

"- Hate, right?"

The word seemed oddly powerful.

You remembered Alec, she said with her hands on her chest.

"I don't think I can forgive her if she apologizes first.

Absolutely - no matter what. "

It was a very, very distant eye.

The persistence of both over time and never buried.

You mean the ditch is deeper than I thought?

What's the matter?

Let's get along. Whatever you say,

"Don't talk like you know it! 'It will be said.

Everyone wants to keep their distance.

We should not intervene cheaply.

"I don't know how it looks in Walkins' eyes.

- Alec's a good guy. "

"I know, sir."

Walkins nods instantly.

But for admitting it, he seemed a little remorseful.

"The four wise men of the continent - they were all good men"

As far as I'm concerned, I don't think he's unconditional and good.

Especially the Shanleys.

If he asks me if I'm a good guy, I'll shake my head to the side with all my might.

Walkins looks up at the void and shrugs his shoulders.

And I mocked myself.

"There's only one bad thing.

I try to hide a secret until I lie to my husband - only a dishonest servant. "

"Here."

I put my hand on Walkins' shoulder.

The word now was not to be overheard.

"Everyone has a secret."

To date, I have never been forced to respond.

I would encourage it, but at the end of the day, I leave the decision to the person.

I used to feel bad about it myself.

I can't tell you how torn my mouth is to force me to answer.

"I won't blame you for hiding it."

Hidden things I want to take to the graveyard.

That's how rotten it was for me in my last life.

that you will find a game of sister things,

I was always afraid.

If my relatives found me by mistake - I couldn't stop chilling and trembling when I thought so.

But one day.

A relative who saw me impassioned went on to act surprised when she said she was going to re-slap her sexual roots.

I was desperate to find the collection and throw it away.

What a fool.

What blasphemy.

I risked my life to resist gasoline.

The only thing found was a heterosexual mating thing.

Fatal sister things could be hidden through.

It is a complete victory, unquestionable to anyone who sees it.

Since that incident, my relatives' reputation has completely died.

Why not... you're not even that derogatory about sexuality.

And I remember I almost cried.

And, well.

One or two things I don't want to talk about.

I don't feel burdened with that.

"And I can't believe you're unfaithful - don't despise yourself.

I think of Walkins as an all-powerful, honest hyper servant. "

Humility would be humble if it went too far.

Who thinks Walkins is an infidel?

Taking my word for it, Walkins asked quietly.

"Am I, in your service?

"You bet. Needless to say."

The roots of this body are rooted in the teachings of Walkins.

Knife fighting techniques. Magic Foundations.

These were underlayed and blossomed in Alec's workout.

Had it not been for Walkins' training, he would have died so wildly.

"Thanks for everything, Walkins"

Best of all, I smile at her.

Then, Walkins nodded badly with a broken tooth.

That's a lot dull.

I got anxious for a moment, but Walkins muttered potpourrily.

"Thank you, thank you"

"... duh, what's up?

All of a sudden you'll have trouble being thankful.

Instead, it would be up to me to thank you.

Walkins has told me to be damp and chewy.

"I've never felt so saved,"

I don't think I've done anything in particular.

Well, that's fine if Walkins will be happy.

"- Master Regis."

And Walkins has said it with a strange face.

Take my hand gently, and you'll shake it like you promised.

"Someday, I will definitely talk to you"

I didn't ask what.

Needless to say.

It's about the secret she's hiding.

Walkins asked in an anxious voice.

"Can you wait until the day comes?"

"whenever possible"

I resent myself for not being able to say 'of course' here.

But I don't think we have a choice in this.

I haven't asked her the most important thing yet.

About who she is.

And - about your relationship with an evil being.

I'm sure I'll keep asking more than this question remains.

But now is not the time.

When I asked here, I felt like I couldn't take it back.

Well, there's no rush.

Even Walkins wouldn't be being mean and secretive.

Let's just wait and see when you talk to me from her.

For the time being, I'm going to drop this place.

Just because you admitted your relationship with Alec is a reward.

Watching Walkins react,

That's what I came to the conclusion.

◆ ◆ ◆

Right after me and Walkins finished the conversation.

Someone came out of the reception room.

"Phew, this needs to be revisited..."

It's Shadyberga.

He seemed tired and stretched full of fulfillment.

And, seeing it, Walkins slaps his hand vividly.

Pan, and a light noise echoed through the hall.

Then...

"... Shady"

Sefina came out of the room.

She goes down the stairs and speaks to Shadyberga.

That's when something amazing appeared in my eyes.

Although it would not be possible to ascertain from the position of Shadyberga.

Sefina had something in her back.

Look at that, I sneak out to the edge of the front door.

Your son stays away from dangerous places.

You seem to remember a little tired,

Shadyberga replied with a sleepy face.

"Hmm, what's going on? Sefina."

"... this"

That said, Sefina presented what she had in her right hand.

Peach cover.

Not even that one girl is playfully painted and painted on the cover.

I don't care how you look at it, it's an example.

"... I still had it"

Sefina squeaks pale.

Shadyberga's face was tight.

"No, haha... looks like there was one left I forgot to throw away before"

I'm making excuses like me in my previous life.

For some reason, I almost cried.

Sefina is silent with her cold sweaty husband.

She walked in front of her room and opened the door.

- The books are overflowing as per the avalanche.

They are all dressed in pink.

Well done. I admire the number of books you've collected.

Looking down at the collapsed book, Sefina asked.

"... you forgot to throw this all away too?

Shadyberga's eyes died.

He didn't think we'd find him anymore.

But the skilled excavator Walkins' eyes didn't seem to deceive.

"No, it's..."

"... you forgot to throw it away, didn't you?

I'm terrified of Sefina not putting any emotions on words.

An old man with a good age and a girl who only looks about my age.

But which was more obvious than seeing fire.

"... Shady, I lied"

That said, Sefina set up what she had in her left hand.

It is handcuffed.

You're the old type who turns the lock and closes it.

I guess I felt a danger to my life.

Shadyberga rushed down the stairs with all his might.

"Why 'd you find out? Ahhhhhhhhh!

I guess he was hiding it somewhere sarcastically confident.

But now that they have been found, the punishment is inevitable.

Because Sefina is recovering, the contents of the cage should also intensify.

I guess that's why Shadyberga chose to escape.

To hide yourself until most of you wake up.

He came straight to the front door where we are.

Open the door and try to get out.

But...

"Oh, it won't open! Why!?

With all my strength, the door doesn't even move pickly.

"It's about the time I want to close the door, too, I'm sure."

Walkins replied with a smile.

This is the main culprit, isn't it?

Tools for that, blockades for that matter?

Shadyberga rushes to look for other escape routes.

And Sefina slowly came down the stairs.

"... why are you running away?

Tilt your neck and ask Shadyberga.

You're afraid of faceless.

It's the first time I've felt it at this age.

"Come on, if this happens, through the window..."

Shadyberga reached for the hallway window.

But it is inhibited with the sound of Jalan.

"... Jalan?

Shadyberga's eyes open in amazement.

The window frame was fully secured by the chain.

He turns his blame eyes to Walkins.

"Ha, you tried, Walkins!

"Well, what are you talking about?"

Walkins responded with a smile.

But Shady Berga won't give up either.

"Come on... it's a last resort"

He flipped and tried to make his way to the stairs.

I guess he was going to run away from upstairs.

The moment I tried to slip past Sefina's side...

"... Gotcha"

Gachan, and there was a desperate sound.

Soon, Sefina was circling behind Shadyberga.

Let me direct my gaze to the stairs and step into the foot at once.

Though sick, it made me feel my move as a samurai.

Speaking of which, was Sefina one of the kingdom's leading warriors until she suffered a major illness?

The Wang Du nobility, who felt in danger, was crushed by the formation of a party.

Well, it won't be possible for Shady Berga to slip through the side.

"... upstairs, you want to go? Fine."

"Well, I guess I'd rather go outside"

"... that's no good"

Zulu and Sefina drag Shady Berga.

I'm climbing the stairs and heading to my room.

To my eyes, Sefina's room only looked like a cauldron of hell.

"Ugh, wow, wow!

Shady Berga screaming.

But I spoke to Sefina there.

I'm not going to look down on my fingers and see that valuable books are lost.

Besides, I've been trying to tell you what I've been thinking.

"Well, wait, Mother."

Sefina stops at my word.

She has slowly turned around and watched this one.

"... what's wrong?

"My father's a man, too.

About 100 or 200 books in a book, you take it for granted. "

I don't think there's anything wrong with the number of books.

But books don't count.

Once in the computer world, I took the name of Harumoto Sommelier, so I'm pretty sure.

If you have one, you can't change a single book or a thousand.

"... but"

"Dad's been putting up with you for 15 years, hasn't he?

Honestly, I wasn't sure if I'd say these words.

But not conveyed in euphemistic terms.

This time as lovers of peachy books,

Shady, why don't we give Berga a knife?

"... endurance?

"Oh, yeah.

But naturally, it's speechless to turn your eyes on other women.

If that happens, you'll have no choice but to rely on the book. "

If this was the nobility surrounding the concubine, it wouldn't have been a problem either.

But a man named Shadyberga is different from the ground up.

Seriously, Sefina.

I would never get my hands on another woman.

I guess that's why I woke up disastrously to my book collecting habits.

Shadyberga...... a man who lives in love and bears grief.

And, well.

Seriously, it's hard not to point the spear of desire anywhere.

If you can fix that in a book, I don't think it's a problem.

And yet if you do something about the book,

Conversely, there may be problems elsewhere.

Talking about this, Sefina leaned down quietly.

Something seems to have convinced me.

She releases Shady Berga.

"... Shady"

She sums up the book as a haste.

When you are finished collecting in one place, stand in front of Shadyberga again.

And he groaned with great sorrow.

"... sorry.

I couldn't believe Shady was putting up with me... "

"No, I don't care."

To suddenly apologize, Shadyberga is also confused.

But Sefina seems to have noticed, too.

How foolish it is to destroy a peachy book.

As a former Harumoto sommelier, it was a turning point not to be seen without tears.

Sefina grabs the shady berga hem softly.

Will the handcuffs be released?

The moment I thought so - Sefina whispered in his ear.

"... but I don't even need a book from now on"

"" What? "

Me and Shadyberga spoke out at the same time.

Sefina drags him again.

Go upstairs to your room.

"... I haven't stayed up late yet, but it's good."

"Uh... no, hey... whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

Shadyberga was sucked into the room as she raised the cry of the disconnected demon.

And on the verge of the door closing, Sefina turned up a little.

Speak to Walkins downstairs.

"... Wong"

"What is it?"

Sefina tours just a little bit.

But I looked back inside the room with chills and nodded one thing.

"... after all, books are unforgivable"

"So what do we do?

Experience so far is sure to await incineration disposal.

What a shame... I tried to help, but couldn't I help?

But Sefina said.

"... I'll talk to Shady later, just leave it"

Ooh.

I seem to have stopped disposing of it without a head.

Maybe my persuasion played a role.

Walkins paid a respectful tribute and smiled demonically.

"Yes, I did.

Well, take your time - "

"... eh, yeah"

Sefina's face blushed.

It's unusual for a faceless face to be her constant.

Sefina quietly shut the door.

I've been hearing screams for a while from there.

Less than 20 minutes later, the mansion regained its silence.

Whatever the hell you do, you get that scream.

At the same time, I realized how close the two of us were.

There was a lot going on this day, but I managed to get through it.

A people-to-people relationship is more of a threat than any demon.

I think so. It was a day.

But the peace doesn't last long.

If the territory expands, that's all there is to it.

The next day.

There was news of an anomaly in the territory.