Fairy Tale Chronicles

"... I knew it was that dance..."

"Mm-hmm. Not as different as it is anymore, but definitely the prototype is that dance"

The night of arrival in Marcto. Having arrived at a meeting with the royal family and the Prime Minister's family to watch the play as originally planned, Hiroshi was weakened at once after seeing the first dance performed on the stage. Next to spring vegetables, the look of Mio is just as weak, as usual, with his expression.

"That dance?

"It's a comic book dance. I don't know, maybe, a guest from an unknown continent that's been flown here, someone I know."

"Really?

"Seya Nen. I know a guy who calls himself Ki-Ki-Ki-Dancer."

"Ahhh, that name, you said it before, didn't you? But he was an opponent of hipster and grass armor, and God's dance was extra skill?

"I don't know about him. I remember it from over a year ago."

"Because I feel confident about my memory in the direction of the database. It's hard not to remember right away if you don't try to."

Hiroshi and Spring Vegetables interact like that in a whisper so as not to disturb other human beings. It was a voice to such an extent that conversations were concluded between neighbors, but apparently King Markt had asked. With a slightly surprised face, he interrupts the conversation with an equally slightly whispered voice.

For the record, King Markt is now the same age as the Queen of Dar when he plugged into the Thirty Road. I have two queens and five children, but even the uppermost prince is only ten years old, so I have not been entrusted with the task of saying this. However, the opposite is true with regard to this, the princess of the Farlane royal family, who has been involved in government since about that age, is special, and the prince of Marcto is perfectly normal.

Do you know the name of the workshop owner?

"You know, all the time, we usually know each other over there..."

"Hmm. Do you know a hero from 300 years ago? Wonderful story."

"Whether it's the story of Alfemina and Daljan or the people who lived in the same era over there, it doesn't necessarily mean they'll fly in the same era, but it's also Zara and so on a millennial basis."

"I see. An unknown continent is deep"

King Markt shows some convincing appearance in his explanation of the Horn. In the meantime, dancing continues on stage. At the end of the part I have to decide otherwise, I enter again the part where I can assure you that the base is clearly a certain dance. In the original story, the lower back movement, which was subtle air because of what my grandfather was doing, is unexpectedly similar when an elderly woman does it.

Apart from this part, there are behaviors everywhere that incorporate the essence of that dance, and I can assure you that it is a separate but still prototype.

You can tell by Hiroshi and Mio, who are not interested or knowledgeable in dancing, so if you are an expert on the road and know your ex, you will definitely affirm that you homage that dance.

"Today's play sounds like a new one. I'm actually pretty excited because it's something we haven't seen yet either"

"Huh? What does that look like?

"Oh. It seems that anything, usually a beauty in men's clothes, turns into a thief lady to fight evil to solve a certain case,"

A line of Japanese people who hear of the new work from the King and are about to stumble upon it by accident. As a result, there is undoubtedly the influence of (book) guests (people) from the unknown (Sunday) continent.

There is also so much to get ahead of the future that plays from other countries are all footprinted with basic love stories or recent incidents, or with myths and legends as they are, but performs perfectly fictional stories that have no connection whatsoever with them, works that also shake their axial legs greatly in the entertainment direction.

"Anything, they've been busy darling for the past few years, they've got inspiration from the prostitute Alvan, but something about the quick change for transformation didn't go well inside, and they're going to unveil it today as a new one because it's finally taking shape"

"... I hope you haven't faithfully reproduced your true sexuality..."

Ask how it goes to completion and Tatsuya accidentally leaks her extra thoughts. The opposite is true of the gender before and after the disguise, where the identity matches where the woman is, I feel strange signs and feel subtle everywhere.

"You know the real thing?

"I know your face, to such an extent. I just happen to be on the same scene in a few cases and have heard statements glimpsing sexuality"

Tatsuya clouds her tea by returning her untouchable answer to His Majesty the King, who devoured Tatsuya's sentiments. You can't say that you know who you are wrong, and you should never divulge information that that identity is the Queen of Dar.

"Well, I don't ask for details. Things are going to happen. In the meantime, it's a new Diffortia in the corner. It would be a shame if you didn't enjoy it properly."

Decide that you have somehow touched upon the delicate contents and declare that King Markt will not pursue any further. Accompanied by the king's words and attitude, Hongda also ceases his private language and returns consciousness to the stage. On stage, the play was just about to start.

"... I don't know if I should be in Japan."

"Right. If you do it around Zuka, you're going to get it."

"I mean, I didn't think there was a culture of all women doing theatre over here."

"I'm surprised, too. And I also understand why there are so many fans over there. The good looks of a man were the realm of laughing with his nose when he was a bad handsome actor."

Just over an hour of theatre will be over in no time, and Hiroshi, who was nailed to the end, will share his thoughts orally between now and the next offering. The play, which is of such high quality, was so close to forgetting for a moment that this is a fantasy world.

Despite all that immersion in the stage, all I can say is that it is the boulder eating ground that is indulging in the flavors of the dishes served exactly and grasping which were delicious.

"This time it was Difortia alone, but some were Sebastian alone or two-unit joint. It's all quite stunning, so I want you to see it when you get a chance."

"If you get a chance, be sure"

Spring vegetables nodding vigorously at the king's words. Looks like I'm totally a fan.

"As a result, the two-unit joint-stock team is now practicing their new work. Somehow, it's based on a comic book that came in from Lauren."

"A comic book could be..."

True harp makes a tight face to King Markt's words. Speaking of comics at the moment, I can assure you that almost 100 percent of them were drawn by Makoto. Depending on which of them is flowing to Marcto, it can be a lot more dangerous.

If it's four commas or an action object that's based on it, it's still fine. Some of the pieces that clearly show who is more than just an intermediate or a model of this for rotten women are not dangerous noises.

"You said it was a love comedy. Sure, was the title 'Spring Vegetables, Good Luck'"

"" "Please, just give me a break..." "

The moment King Markt hears the title he has spoken of, Hongkong, Spring Vegetables and Makoto plead at the same time. Though I have given you proper permission, I don't get all sorts of stylish for the mahjong and spring vegetables that draw quite a lot of foot colors, as well as being fairly foot colored and yet I find myself.

The difficulty would be that, thanks to the strength of True Harp, the story is interesting without a hanging value, and a piece that is also suitable for making a play. In this world where copyright and other concepts around it are loose, it is impossible to say not to use all that subject matter for saga and theatre.

If there was one salvation, Zhenqin would have portrayed almost equally large macroscopic and spring vegetables to some degree of beautification with care not to be taken as badly as possible. Thus, assuming that the person who saw the play had the opportunity to talk to the Macro or Spring Vegetables, the chances of being overly hostile or disappointed by the difference between the real thing and the story are not so high.

However, it is a different matter as to whether it will be salvation for the person.

"With that said, the person in the title and Lord Harna have the same name, but what's the connection?

"Mm, the person who became the model"

"I see. I can play the story that I am modeling in the form of theatre to others. I remember the rest, but that's very uncomfortable."

"It's going to feel subtle to be turned into a play or something where you don't know the stories you've made"

"Hmm. That's true, too. Is there anyone more involved in this than the Lord says?

"Your True Qin sister is the author"

To King Markt, Mio relentlessly spreads more and more behind the scenes. King Markt, who was listening to the story, gives me a look that somehow came up with a prank.

"We have the original author in the corner and the person who is the model. Don't be ashamed of them, but do everything you can to make the stage more perfect than perfect."

"" Stop!!

Spring vegetables and genuine harp screams overlap King Markt's words, which somehow temper him with extra things on track. On the back of both of them, there is an impressive amount of ambition somewhere.

In the end, it was impossible to stop the staging, for some reason that the announcement was already in progress.

"I need to go to Marcto now"

The same day Urs, Azma Workshop. At the dinner table, Alchem abruptly declares that.

It should be noted that Aeris, Alchem, Reefa, Lime, Terez, Nola and Angelica are currently having dinner, as are the eight Lellas present dating Lime's selfishness.

Gino and the others are currently cooking their own dinner in conjunction with their training. Due to a slightly more difficult mix of monster ingredients in the specified ingredients, it is currently in advanced form and is producing an admirable amount of raw waste.

"To Marcto? Mr. Alchem, is it?

"Yes, as Alanwen's witch and heir to the wisdom of the world tree, I have been able to do what has to be done over there."

Alchem's conversation with Aeris stops Reefa, who was silently indulging in a delicious meal. I don't care if you give up mixing words that you don't listen to anymore, I want you to stop taking any and all world-tree wisdom or that kind of talk, just for dinner seats.

Apparently, Reefa is the only one who thinks that, and the other members will not be surprised or dressed up, but will very naturally go on to talk like they will hear on a future date.

"I don't mind that, but since when are you going? Since my parents set up the transfer team?

"Probably will"

"Are you okay on your own?

"Honestly, I'm anxious about geography and mobility issues, so in some cases I might ask Mr. Hiroshi and the others to cooperate. I mean, I have to explain the situation more than let me use the forwarding team, but I think it's more likely that Mr. Hiroshi will eat it in content."

Together to show Alchem how convinced he is of something. Workshop owner/Donghong can fish really easily as long as certain conditions are met. It is true that the hurdles are getting a little higher these days because they have been filled with a lot of things, but there is still work to be done.

Needless to say, that condition. It is a request to obtain special materials or to manufacture something that stimulates the soul of the craftsman.

Acting as a witch of Alanwen and heir to the wisdom of the world tree, and when the place becomes Marcto, there is probably a high probability that access to special materials will be involved.

Actually, Marcto and I already have a transfer team connected at this point, but Arcem came yesterday in a separate matter to Ursus himself, and I haven't noticed because he doesn't use the transfer team today. Nora, who used the transfer team, didn't usually bother to check the list of destinations, so she didn't realize that there were more workshops in Alphato at the destination.

For this reason, no one has noticed that Alphato has been added to the Transfer Formation Network at this time.

"What materials are you likely to get?

"Hmm, as far as listening, the first thing that's almost certain is the corner of the unicorn, which belongs to a special individual as well. Later, in some cases, you might get a griffon brace bag or a pegasus feather or a carbuncle eye or something like that."

Reefa, who had her eyes black and white, finally pinches her mouth on Nora and Alchem, who moved on to the material story to flow.

'Um, a few questions, would you mind?

"Go ahead, sir."

'Why do we have to talk about the material when we need you to explain the circumstances and help us...?

"If you're asking your parents for something, it's the quickest way to fish with materials or manufacturing requests."

"This time, we're going to be able to legally get Phantom Beast material with a big name, so when we talk about it, we're going to eat it."

As if speaking of general common sense, Nora and Alchem teach us how to maneuver a macro. Such, they ask me for information that is not going to help me at all, even if I am asked, and I smile as dry as Reefa has had trouble.

"By the way, remember, so-called colour tricks and women's weapons, which are generally said to be immensely powerful in steering men, are counterproductive,"

"...... I don't want to get too close to you, coloring with my age and appearance and catching on......"

"I guess so. And you won't let Princess Leafa near such a deadly pervert."

Let Therese's words make Reefa laugh a little ambiguous. I'm not the type to get caught up in a toddler girl's color trick, but I know a pervert. Besides, without that pervert, I'm so taken care of that that I realize I would probably have been mentally broken.

But there are a few people who don't want to talk about it and cause extra misunderstandings, and I don't like annoying people who helped me. To that extent, I appreciate that perversion, or at least I'm more fond of it than my parents and brothers in my hometown.

Everyone on this scene, except Alchem and Lyme, understands that such an attitude has emerged clearly or that Reefa is acquainted with the class of perverts. Though enlightened, touching it is going to be a lot of scary things, and in the end no one will pursue the matter on this occasion.

"So, to get back to you, what's Alchem's errand after all?

"I hear Markt's phantom beast is going a little crazy, and I need to go over there to fix that. Because the phantom beast is under the jurisdiction of Lord Alanwen."

"I see."

Therese nods convincingly at Alchem's explanation.

"Hey, what's Marcto like?

"Right. The knowledge I have been taught is that it is a country where songs and theatre thrive, making a living in agriculture. It's not as hot as Dar around the capital Alphato, but it's pretty hot. When I went to protect Master Reefa, I couldn't afford to look around the city, so I can only tell what it's actually like to be quite a bit hotter than Urs."

Tell the Lime question what Aerys knows. That said, it's mostly textbook knowledge, and what I've experienced is about a fairly hot Alphatic climate all year round. Clearly, it's no different than knowing anything.

'... I, too, only remember Marcto about the ceiling of the inn and the cliffs I passed along the way'

"Well, a cliff..."

Telles groans half-way through the words Leafa leaked pompously. What can I say, it is unusual or irrelevant to have a cliff in a country with mountains on its national soil. but what about a princess of a country going through there even if she does?

"I know it was an escape for asylum, but was it often safe with the princess's strength?

'Now that I think about it, I think it was a very reckless journey'

Reefa has, to be honest, a sense of death long ago without Tao Yorja. Even though it is due to a unanimity of interests, there is no denying only a child who is only a handful of feet and a body that only disturbs him, but whose contents carry less than a child samurai, a feat that has overcome numerous difficulties.

There is no denying the aspect where the severity of overcoming the difficulties amplified the hysteria of the samurai, but it must have been worth doing something reckless because we have been able to eliminate a strange group thanks to passing such a path.

Most of all, maybe Reefa is also a Waldis person, just to say, around saying that we've overcome all those difficulties, but didn't trust each other until the end and didn't create unity or cohesion.

"Hmm. I thought the princess offered to teach you how to cook today, and that's when it's involved?

'Yes, one person told me, and I felt like I needed to wear a way that I could eat some decent food in any environment. I haven't had a chance to tell you this before, because I had just the right start today.'

"It's the direction that's different, but Princess Reefa thinks the same way as her parents do..."

"But I think it's important to refine your cooking and food sourcing skills so that you can source and eat what you can eat in any environment."

Reefa's thoughts, who for some reason has offered to teach me how to cook. To Nora's blur when she hears that, Lela, who has rarely pinched her mouth, smudges the idea of coming from a hands-on experience.

Lela, who has had a long life of stuffing and living at the bottom, is well aware of the negative effects of not even having a decent minimum diet. I'm not willing to stick to a delicious meal anywhere like Hongdae, but if I suck at it, all I eat is something inferior to rat and cockroach bait, which is not only good for my physical health, but also for my mental health.

When I was in the slum, I was saved by the brightness of the lime, but otherwise I would undoubtedly have all parents and children fine with committing deadly crimes.

"With that said, Mr. Lella was from Slam."

"The slum of Urs has fortunately become a place where people's dignity can be preserved, thanks to Mr. Hiroshi, who has a clean and decent meal, even if it is minimal, and who can entrust the country with the work it needs, even on a thin salary, but before that, it was a pretty rough environment, just better than the Dark City"

"Well, I guess..."

Terez hammers so hard at Lela, who talks about pounding and slamming until last year, drinking tea after a meal.

The former slum district is now a place where the work of establishing cultivation methods on experimental farms, commissioned by the state, is carried out with skill training and sets, employing people who have been eating up and flowing. As a result, it began to function as a safety net in a much more positive way than before.

In recent times, vacant land in adjacent districts has also been transformed into fields and fields, adding to the variety of crops being tested and cultivated, so people's hands are not enough. Occasionally mutated and monstered, but no crop has occurred so far to actively turn into an attack, even if it tries to escape, because it is arguably the kneecap of the Temple of Alfemina.

Urs' slam is arguably fortunate in many ways. If Fam hadn't tried to work a sleigh out of a macro, then if Melanate addiction hadn't done it in the slum, then perhaps the slum would have stayed in the slum.

Also, if the number of cases of melanate poisoning were low, the state would not have requested treatment as an emergency request to the Azma Workshop, so only Lela and Lyme must have happened to be in the form of help and been resented or twisted from here and there and ended up not being in danger of losing themselves. In this sense, the cause of the mass outbreak of poisoning was soil pollution, and it was fortunate not only for Ursus' slum district but also for Lela that the national project went from soil improvement to experimental farms at once due to security and hygiene improvements.

If the project hadn't progressed that far, even at the level of the safety net, the slums would not have been a place of employment, and in that case, no matter how equally treated all three of them were, it would not have changed that only the three Lellas had gotten out of their lowest environment. Jealousy in this life-threatening environment develops in the direction of killing people easily, so it was really lucky that everyone's environment went in the direction of being bottomed up.

"Inside, there are all the humans who have lived in spectacular surroundings..."

"Regardless of the Ginos, all humans who hit their parent's direct disciples are in some way saved lives by their parents. I can't help but live a less peaceful life."

"From what I hear, both the princess's house and Alchem are saving lives by Hiroshi, but could it be just me and the princess on this occasion that Hiroshi is not the benefactor of life?

"That's what happens."

"It's a feminine phobia habit, too. All together. Aren't you a beautiful woman or a beautiful girl?"

Lella subtly tells Angelica about that assessment. There is no particular kind of complex because I know that in extreme circumstances appearance can do nothing, but it is another story that I find praiseworthy.

As a matter of reality, no other human being, anyway, Lela doesn't look as good as she is called a beautiful woman. Thanks to the environment, the hair and skin are taken care of and are attractive with 30% more because of their basically calm, quiet, but bright look, but about that, if you properly catch a woman working in the market and let her live in the same environment for less than a month, she will have a high chance of feeling the same except for the atmosphere.

Fam was a little better and what he looked like when he grew up renting Lyme's birthday present felt like he was about the third beauty in the class, so to speak. It is almost certain that it will grow up to be the most likely appearance in terms of being able to compete for one or two of the best in the school year or the whole school, or maybe the opposite sex, depending on the school year.

But Lela is only like ten people. Like the true harp, she is an attractive face as a woman in what is said to be a mediocre appearance, but only a range of errors. If the appearance is attractive, it is only an occasional part of body care and atmosphere, and unlike Reefa, it was not a glowing delicacy if polished.

I feel unconscious around it and honestly can't accept compliments, and I also feel over-conscious to complain about that, and most importantly, the other person is a guest and superior to me in many ways. Complimented and complaining, and much more.

Some of those things, and Lela ends up silent. From the thought of this, it is good to know that Lela didn't have the opportunity to be told that even the basic social decree is beautiful or beautiful.

If I lived in a slum, it would probably be impossible to get a compliment on my face regardless of my natural appearance, etc., and even though I couldn't help it then because I lived there right after Lime was born, it's not quite a pitiful story.

"It's true that if you're a benefactor of life and have a favor, you're grateful and respectful, but Nora isn't as choosy as she is simply in love with it."

"He was unconscious at the time, but I removed him from that subject at a time when Mr. Harna was subtly sending a thermal gaze. It's a good place to be reckless if you don't hang out with him like Elsa and Alchem."

"Well, I don't know. If it wasn't so intense, I wouldn't normally think about hanging out with Harna."

I detect what Lella thinks about being complimented on her appearance and shift the story to the love banana side in a way that doesn't make it unnatural.

"Love flowers are starting to bloom here and there, but what about Therese and Nora?

"... concoction, they have a date."

"... even if you give up on love, you're not happy with the black feeling matchmaking that involves all sorts of thoughts, I mean it..."

To guide Angelica on the topic, she speaks where she thinks Therese too, in conjunction with Nora, who honestly rode. Lela is not irrelevant on the subject ahead of her unusual, either, but rather than on the subject of appearance and perverts.

With that said, I have a message from your brother.

"Message? What is it?

"Yes, because we are going to gather quite a few families or people who have no identity but are competent and trustworthy, we are going to have a couple of noblemen, big merchants and other famous housemaids who are looking for someone to join us as women."

"I hope you don't treat those people and Nola and the others together. Nora is basically a Maulan who can't be any horsebone..."

Terez and Nola have a subtly desperate look on the message they received from Aeris. Lela shows how objectified she is somewhere.

"Hey, hey."

"What's wrong, Lime?

"Mr. Oka-san, are you getting married?

"Maybe that's what happens if we keep it up. You don't like your new father?

"I don't care if you don't bully her because she's a tatsuya with her parents."

In a conversation with Lela, Lyme innocently says something cynical and tough. A child is such a thing, but Lela's remarriage partner has a difficult future around not being able to be recognized as her father unless she transcends the bond between Hiroshi and Tatsuya and Lime.

Perhaps even more so considering that recognition would be the same for equally important fams.

"Every man who takes his daughter-in-law from this workshop is going to have a hard time"

"As for Mr. Lela, I just don't think I have a choice. Honestly, I don't think Mr. Fam or Mr. Lime would approve of a father other than his deceased father, Mr. Hiroshi or Mr. Tatsuya."

Wouldn't Lela's opponent serve other than the man who can crack it up there? It was with that in mind for all those present that the dinner of the day was over.

"Code name burst. A new job."

"Oh. You're early this time."

"It's a bunch of guests from Farlane. Given a series of backgrounds, it's the quickest way to leave it to you, which also makes sense."

Early morning in Marcto the next day. In the diligent Assassin Guild, which is already active from the time just after sunrise, new directives had been issued to diligent perverted assassins for the extra.

"Roger, roger. So, what's it about?

"You know about the alienation of the habitat of the phantom beasts?

"I just hear that there's a strange thing going on. Sure, I think Ajka was with the investigation team?

"Oh. I'll explain the details later, but it was established that it was out of the control of the investigation team. So, we asked the Azma Workshop line, a guest from Farlane, to investigate and resolve accurately and establish what to do if we need to deal with it on an ongoing basis."

"In that investigative team, huh? That's pretty important."

Hear the Alliance Master explain and burst your expression tight under the clown mask. I don't know the details, but I've heard about the members of the investigation team. Some of the names that were in it had made Burst take a serious attitude.

To the point where he was given such an attitude, the dispatched investigation team was consolidated with competent personnel.

"So why are you talking to me about that?

"It's a simple story. Because the Pharaoh spy who accompanies you to the Azma Workshop is someone you know very well."

"Hmm? Yeah, I put the princess together when she ran off to Farlane, and she's from the same age as us, and she looks amazing."

"Oh. I moved with you on Princess Reefa's case, His Highness Rayot's hidden arm. It's Lainey Moon."

"That sounds comforting. That sounds like anxiety."

Remembering Rainey's standing behavior, the burst goes away and answers like that. The power of simple undercover work is better on your part, and your ability to collect information in total is considerably higher on your opponent. The battle in front depends on the situation. When it comes to the first shot from an unintentional blow, you're overwhelmingly on top. However, I am not absolutely confident that I will be able to finish it by accident.

Honestly, minus the fact that they're girls, they don't want to be too hostile. It's good to be on your side, but it's hard to just do it to your peers when they turn to your enemies.

"Honestly, brother, I don't want to get too close to being a secret detective in another country."

"Don't worry. In a situation hostile to him in the first place, it's no different than the whole of Markt turning Farlane against his enemies. So don't think you'll ever turn to the enemy."

"That's not the problem, okay? It's a good opportunity, and I'm going to thoroughly maintain that part of you that looks like you care."

"Don't do anything extra because you could be personally hostile"

What happened to the professional tension earlier? That's right. The sooner I want to, the burst returns to its usual perversion.

It's incredible, but it's a difficult story because now I'm saying that I'm going to maintain Rainey's body out of pure goodness without any lust or inferiority from my heart.

"Return to the story. There are other reasons why you were chosen. Needless to say, one of Assassin Guild's premier infiltration and survival abilities. In some cases, it will enter the nest of the phantom beasts that have gone crazy. Instead, Ajka couldn't do it because she was found and seriously injured by a phantom beast who went crazy."

"Another hard story. I mean, if you can't do it in Ajka, I'm probably suspicious, too?

"There, talk to the other side. So. Another reason you are competent, but this time the Unicorn Forest in the Levre region is the first to investigate it. At the time of the survey, the village of Olga will be the base"

"Oh, you know what, I see"

"That's the thing. I'll introduce you to the villagers, and I want you to show your younger brothers your face. You haven't shown your face in a long time, have you?

"Hee hee."

A burst told by executives and nodding honestly. Whether it's a place or a candidate, it's a convincing story.

The region of Leble is relatively close to Alphato. It takes more than a week in a passenger carriage to say it's relatively close, but it's better than the Pegasus group fabric in Mount Logaza, where the previous investigation team was dispatched. It usually only takes twenty days to get around there, and there's a place out there where you can't use the ride along the way. It's not a good idea to suddenly send a human being out of the country, but who bowed his head and asked for an investigation, to a place like that.

In that regard, unicorn forests in the Levre region are only far from the streets, but carriages can normally be used just around the corner. The village of Olga, which serves as a survey base, is also a good distance from the woods for about a day on the feet of ordinary people, but does not take two hours for a high-speed carriage that would be used for the survey.

Essentially, due to safety and other problems, no human settlements can be created any closer with some exceptions. For this reason, I can assure you that the Unicorn Forest in the Levre region is the most convenient habitat for phantom beasts to be surveyed.

For the record, the investigation team is returning to Alphato with a very long distance transfer at the time Ajka was seriously injured.

"So, when did the investigation start?

"It depends on the convenience of the other side, but it seems to be within three days at the latest. We'll build a workshop in Alphato and get everything ready."

"I see, Roger. I mean, you don't have to leave today."

"Don't be."

"Then I'm going to finish my routine a bit. I just need to get out now."

That said, bursts disappearing from the room in early work until horrible. For the rest of the early work, executives who were trying to communicate the details of the investigation hold their heads.

"I still had a heap to explain..."

In the end, he was a cadre who was forced to work twice to call bursts again with all his hands in all directions and explain the details and other aspects of the investigation to the late night zone.

"Seamlit, please fix the pan again"

"Aye. Leave it there."

"Finally, the blade on the knife is flashly missing, so I'd like to make a new one. Is it okay?

"Don't you have three days? It's in the order now, iron stock cutlets. I ordered it last week and it's the day after tomorrow."

"Okay. Three days. I have to ask my neighbor's wife to just cut the ingredients."

noon of the day the burst received the directive. A blacksmith in the village of Olga, the destination, was still in full swing today.

The only one cutting up a blacksmith in the village is a young man with rabbit beast traits. The exterior features are not much different from those of the Nora and Mora tribes, but if you look closely, the ear shapes are different. Even so, if you look at the same rabbit beast or observant person, you can see it, but there is no difference between ordinary human species. Something like the difference between the British and the French.

It's roughly this time of year that someone rushes in with some trouble. Therefore, this blacksmith, called Seamlit, doesn't get much of a job this time of year.

"Well, here's what I ordered today."

After that, about five villagers rush in and bring in axes, sickles, vixens, etc. that have gone out of control in amateur care. Check those blade tips, observe the repair area of the pan or frying pan and nod one.

"So do you want to go from the guy who can fix it with yesterday's end material"

That said, the first thing I took out was a small, perforated frying pan. There is no concept of frying pan when I say frying pan. In this village it is called frying pan globally, mainly because the use is baked or stir-fried, but because guests from an unknown continent who brought in this concept of cookware called it frying pan.

"Ingredients, goods, hammers, ready. All right, let's go!

Appreciate the end material for filling the hole and shake up the hammer greatly.

"It's not mine!

Seamlit shouts outrageous things as he shakes the shaken hammer with temper. The first blow fills the hole lightly, and the subsequent blow tames the ingredients and frying pan more and more. Each blow leaves no boundaries between the frying pan and the material, and about fifteen blows complete the repair of the frying pan.

"Uhm, it's a spiralling finish every time"

A frying pan that shows a stunning finish, as the person put it, for slapping it screaming and shouting something terrible. The shapes that have been crazy for years of use have also been re-tapped, drawing the best curve as a frying pan.

"I'm home now ~"

"Aye, welcome back"

After repairing the other pot, I finally tried to work on just a sickle to the good feeling of being a big guy, and my beloved wife Marya, who just got married last year, returned.

She is a healing beauty with an atmosphere that the monks wear together in a costume. A deer horn growing on her head tells the story of her being a deer beast.

"So, how'd it go?

"I couldn't. I might have to go over there again for a while."

"Oh well. Lend me your gear. I'll fix it."

"No. Please prioritize your work over my gear. Shit, I'll be here today and tomorrow."

"No, he said it wouldn't work either. Suddenly things change, like before, and it suddenly sucks when you're the wings that jump out in a hurry."

With that said, Seamlit forcefully takes her mace and takes it back for repair. I add the potpourri while checking the mace, which is a lot hectic as it is used in.

"Besides. If this guy breaks because I didn't fix it properly and something happens to you, you can't regret it. If I die, I'm sure I'll go after him."

With such a verbal complaint, I begin to repair that mace to such a degree that I can still manage with normal repairs, so politely that it is not comparable to earlier pots.

The way in which that personal affair enters is honestly artisanal disqualification, but there may still be no choice between two people who are newlyweds, and yet peacefully married in quite a big relationship.

"Well, I'm going to be in the mood! It's not mine!!

Most of all, the same hanging noise from the repair is ruining everything.

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Seamlit"

"What?

"The village chief told me that personnel for the investigation will be here shortly"

"Hmm. That's good news, I hope so..."

"Right."

I don't know if it's good news or not, but some subtle language ensues.

"In the meantime, as soon as I became a wife, I said, 'Come on, bitch!' I hope they don't have the kids to say it..."

"What the hell are you talking about..."

"Unlike inheritance, I don't care if you're a wife or not unless you're even cheating, and I don't hate being touched by men..."

Couples can't stop sighing a lot in the unicorn forest, which seems to be quite serious. Especially my daughter-in-law. She has a special role, and I'm sorry for the seriousness of it.

"Really, I hope the people who seem to be coming next time will help us solve this. There are limits to watching a warrior."

So blurry, Marya sighs deeply again. It was against them that the encounter and reunion of fate was at a moment's notice.