It's all one flower.

The Roarks sat on the floor without the energy to clean up the tragedy on the carrier.

Morph opens the attendant's room by cutting grass with a cutter. The girls jumped out crying.

Cruillo finally gets off the passenger seat, jumps on the carrier. I hugged my sister Amana without a voice.

At the helm of a horseback cop, the overlooked (Praethermissa) mobile car entered the residence of the head of the Dossici City Commercial Union.

Guided by a servant-like man, he is passed into a mansion as splendid as he has never seen. The thin dirty roaks were badly out of place and uncomfortable.

The one I was led to was a small, tiled room.

There's just a splendid pot full of water, nothing. About half the size of the truck's carriage, the kettle is about the size of a grown man going to soak it in. The tiles are luxuriously decorated.

Roark noticed that there was something in the shade of the pot that looked like a trash can.

... What the hell is this place?

As Roark was leaning his neck, Farkil, the Lacrimaris, told me.

"It's a bath. If I can't use magic, I'll have to wash it with water..."

Many times already, I remembered that Cruillo and Awellana had me magically washed.

"Okay, I'll wash it, in order."

"I had it washed first, fine."

When Cruillo hung his hand on the edge of the pot, manager Leno stepped out of the bathroom.

Everyone also rents the bathroom while they wait in order.

Cruillo casts his usual spell. He washed his clothes and body together with the water he had started with the [Fucking Water] procedure.

Warmer warm water than human skin washes away dirt and fear. As soon as the tension was relaxed and popular, everyone's belly rattled.

The servant, who had refrained in the hallway, guided the line of Praethermissa to the dining room without saying anything.

A servant opens a brilliant sculpted door. On the long table, a sumptuous breakfast awaited the hot air.

A man in the upper seat rises up and greets him with a smile.

"The city people have disturbed us. I'm afraid you'll have to relax in this house until your contract expires."

Encourage the servant to take a seat at the door a line of confused Praether Missa.

... Take it easy, Leno, what the hell kind of contract did you have?

Roark was surprised and sat shallow in a chair as splendid as a work of art and saw Leno, the manager.

"I am truly sorry that the manager's concern seems to have been allayed"

A man of disappointed stature lowered his head deeply and took a seat.

Leno says nothing but wrinkles between his eyebrows and pulls his jaw small. The sisters looked at the big man with frightened eyes, leaning against his brother.

"I'm late for my application. I, a relative of this House, am assisted by the President of the Commercial Union. Call me Auserrattle."

In the man's chest, the [crossing swan] badge (today) is shaken.

Of course (of course) he is a wizard, an expert in contracts and curses. [Crossing Swan] Schools often have the technique of forcing them to keep their promises.

What kind of contract did the city's leading relatives make so humble to Nemoralis pedestrians?

"Please let us know what it is during your stay and when you need us. Come on, before it gets cold."

Encouraged, Roark turned again to the table.

There are even omelettes and warm vegetables, soups with plenty of utensils, bread and fruit.

White magnetic dishes are edged with gold, and elegant patterns designed with grasshoppers are also chiseled. Every piece is a painting delicacy.

"Oh, um, what about Mr. Awellana and the others?

Roark asked manager Leno sideways that the boy soldier Morph had just begun to disappoint.

Before the manager opens his mouth, Auserrattle answers.

"You have already finished your meal and are working in a separate room"

"Oh, well... is that right? Thank you."

I was concerned about the rugged face of manager Leno, but it's hard to ask why in front of Auserrattle.

Roark just finished his meal and decided to rendezvous with the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and Captain Solniak.

The taste of touching the tongue feels like it tasted better than anything I've ever eaten, but I'm not sure. I didn't feel like tasting it very slowly. Hurry and chew and drink.

Medvege embarrasses the boy soldier morph who eats all over the neighborhood, but the driver himself couldn't say how to eat too elegantly.

The servants who refrain on the wall are biting off laughter.

Roark was angry with himself for embarrassing it at the same time as he was embarrassed.

The majority of the inhabitants of the autonomous community of Listver live without eating or eating. I wasn't even given a chance to get to know the table manners.

I felt sorry for myself for making that laugh and embarrassing myself.

Roark was concerned about the needle Amiella and looked softly at the seat in front of the diagonal.

The manipulation is bullshit, but I eat it beautifully without spilling it. You're obsessed with eating, or you don't seem to realize you're buying a smile.

... I hope you don't notice it like this.

Praying for something odd, Roark continued his meal.

Every time an empty dish is lowered, Pinatifida meets small.

As someone else, I'm not used to being here.

I just, uh, filled my stomach as my throat was about to get stuck with my lack of residency.