It's all one flower.

How long have you been around? There's an old man behind Cruello. The successful body was wrapped in a pastel pink piece with plenty of lace and frills.

"That beautiful cloak, could you show it better?

My old man makes me try to tilt my little neck cute. Twin-tailed brunettes shaken, tying the same colour ribbon as the piece.

Cruillo loses his word and solidifies. How he interpreted that silence, the old man with the wrong outfit, waved his hands and explained.

"Oh, you don't want that cloak body wacky. Me, a magic clothes maker, I made this too, but for design reference, I thought you'd want me to show you..."

... Oh, you're telling me to unload the bag I'm in charge of.

I managed to understand the old man's demand to try to pick the hem (sob) of the piece with a cute trick, but Cruello couldn't move. In the thick breastplate of the old man decorated with lace, the [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school badge (today) shines. I guess it's not a lie to be an artisan.

The old man says even more to Cruillo, who can't react.

"Lunch, if you haven't already, I'll treat you, okay?

"What?"

The story goes too far and the voice is inadvertently leaked. For a moment, the old man in women's clothes made her face shine with joy, but returned to her true face to plead (cancer).

"The design's been mannering lately, and I've been having trouble with it. That cloak, it's a very beautiful design, but where did you get it? Could it be, brother, you made it yourself?

"Oh, no, you don't. I gave it to someone I know, so the manufacturing place is a little..."

In the city of Dossici in the Kingdom of Lacrimaris, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana received a thank you from the students. I don't even know if the pharmacist candidate made it or bought something made somewhere else.

"Really?... Hey, just looking, just for a second, would you mind taking a moment?

"Brother, isn't it a boat to cross? Lunch and luxury."

Medvege said, lightly. An old man in women's clothes listens in a bright voice to an unexpected addition.

"Oh, you're with me? Rice is more lively and fun for a lot of people, so you're welcome. I know a delicious store, so you can ask me if I like anything. What do you say?"

"Uh... just show me the cape really. That's... okay?

"Yep. That's all that matters to me."

When Cruello nodded, the old man smiled nicely, because he could make a shortcut once he turned the corner there, so that the shutter pushed them into the side of the store where he went down, and led them to the narrow aisle.

The "delicious shop", guided by the old man, was a fixer with a splendid lion statue in the middle of the shop.

"I made the uniform here too."

"Heh... you're adorable"

Medvege honestly impresses me. The salaried girls wore apron dresses with an atmosphere similar to this old man's.

... I wish I could choose who to wear.

Cruillo heartily, grinned bitterly, but heard without giving it to his expression.

"Um... excuse me. You're a local, right? Did you know there's a curse shop with dragon balls on it?

"Gentius's shop?

"I don't know the name of the manager, but he's the uncle of the people of the lake, and the lady from the haulier resides there..."

"Oh, well, it's Gentius' shop, after all. Then I'll show you home."

"Thank you"

Cruillo is relieved, taking off his cape and giving it to a self-proclaimed magic tailor while waiting for today's recommended meal fixer. With the clerk's attitude, I knew this old man was a regular fixer. No way. I don't want to do weird things in a familiar store.

... If you were a fixer and guru, then that's when.

Brace your belly and watch your old man move.

The old man spread his cape and carefully gazed at the embroidered curse on his back. A serious glance traces to licking every one of the curses.

Cruillo doesn't know the art of [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school or [flying eagle (taka)] school. I didn't even know which curse marks corresponded to which spells, and how liberal their colors and shapes were.

Unlike spells and magic formations, to say that mannerization is easier to accommodate to some extent.

Medvege roars his throat in the cold (hiya) and kicks rarely. Cruillo also looks around the store.

A four-person table seating is arranged around the splendid lion statue, with counter seating in front of the back kitchen and between the walls by the entrance. Full of seats, the girls at work busily cross between seats.

... There were no stores in Listver Autonomous Region that said this?

All the dishes in the store are old, but well maintained, creating a clean and calm atmosphere.

The food was not as luxurious as the mansion in the city of Dossici, but every guest looked delicious in their comfortable seats.

"Hey, this looks delicious."

In Medvege's voice, the old man in women's clothes raised his face from his cape.

The recommended meal of the day is fried fish, warm vegetables, onion soup and bread. The old man carefully folds his cape and puts it in the empty seat next to him and smiles.

"Don't hesitate, eat more and more."

"I'll have it."

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana is too busy making medicines to deliver to the curse store to go get fish at all for a while now. In advance of the long time fish dish, Cruillo wanted to take home about half to Amana.

... Ah, no. Food poisoning, I'm fucked.

I immediately notice and take the fork. The fried fillet is wrapped in a clothing full of spices and I don't know what fish it is. When I put it in my mouth thoughtfully, the snail fish meat, oil and spices came together, and the flavor that I couldn't think of any other description than delicious spread all over my mouth.

Sometimes I was hungry and the food keeps going.

When the dish in front of him was emptied, and he drank out the cold (Hiya), he felt comfortable. There's still about a third left on the old man's plate.

"Oh, that's good eating. You want dessert?

"What? No, not on boulders..."

"It's okay, it's okay. While I'm waiting for you to finish eating, you're a hippo."

The old man called off the girl at the paycheck and put the order through shortly after he refused. Fluffy the apron dress and the waitress girl returns to the kitchen in a light foothold like a butterfly.

I'm sorry for everything.

Medvege lowers her eyebrows. The old man in women's clothes shook her one hand flickering as she proceeded to eat a fixed meal with elegant cooking.

The dessert was a blueberry babaroa where sweetness and sourness swept across the weary body.

... If it was cookies or something, I could have brought them home to Amana.

Cruillo's tears seeped into the delicacies of Babaloa.

"Oh, brother, sweet. You didn't like that?

"Ah... no..."

A drop of tears spilled out of my said eyeball.

"Oh, this brother has a little sister. It's so delicious, you want to feed it to your sister."

Medvege explained to me on behalf of the person who clogged my voice. When Cruillo nodded small, the old woman in the women's clothes groaned and frowned, well......

... If I could use [Leap], I could go home now.

I have no words for pity.

Even if I actually encountered a warcraft, instead of fighting, I couldn't protect myself from Locke.

I didn't even think of having the spelldoctor Septentorio hang out with me and deploy the [Invisible (invisible) shield] that I practiced so much. As for the [Extinction Mark (Mamezu)] that I put in my pocket, I forgot about the existence itself.

Instead of casting a spell, I didn't even remember to slip out of my hips and run away.

If the bus hadn't passed by, it would have hung on the poisonous fangs of a fresh red snake by now and eaten meat. Besides, Cruillo is a powerful people. I can't just let myself die. It was the magic that raised that big and nearly increased the damage.

"I don't know what it is, but you have profound circumstances."

The old man in women's clothes, prying nothing, sympathizes.

I'm sorry. I'm ashamed of him. Cruello wiped his tears with his shoulder and pushed the rest of Babaloa into his mouth while he was lying down. Corner, I'm sorry I left you something to luxury.