Log Horizon

Shiloe herself does not value her abilities as a connoisseur so highly. Because the odds of winning were not high, guided by that ability.

From an external point of view, the performance that Siloe has been spinning will look glorious.

For example, during the "Tea Party of the Prodigal" era, the Necromancer accomplished a massive battle (Reid) offense for Hara (Hades Zubres) quite early on on the Japanese server by giving measures to individual players who had not even formed an Alliance. The feat is very highly regarded among players who know the circumstances.

The Tea Party of the Prodigal, a group that was only weak on a large scale in the history of servers, such as The Throne of Radamanthus and The Nine Prisons of Haylose, is a sort of legend.

In addition, a series of incidents involving the establishment of the Round Table Conference have also been recognized by those who know it as a siloe procedure.

But that's only what happens if you look from the outside.

In this great operation, especially in battlefields where pre-intelligence and rooting have an impact on the outcome, there is certainly something glorious about the performance of the warrior Shiloe.

But from Siroe's own point of view, it's only part of a battle that's innumerable. There are countless fights in which Siloe fought, if not on a large scale, where pre-investigation is pointless, and if such fights are added to the statistics, the chances of winning are not that high? That's what he thinks.

(Even today, the odds of winning, it's going to drop)

Siroe, who has felt quite uncomfortable there since earlier, thinks so while trying not to draw as much attention as possible. But hopes like that are often elusive.

"My lord, I ask you not to twitch."

"That's right. Mr. Shiloe, you look so good."

"Mm."

"Huh? Dress up...... right?

"My lord is my lord. It doesn't matter what you look like."

But reality is heartless.

Two girls sitting next to each other pinching themselves don't loose it.

Sitting on the right hand side is a girl who fits together an atmosphere that seems resourceful for her age-appropriate, laid-back body. It was Minori, the "Divine Officer" of the Horizon of Records.

Today was more girly than usual, a denim long skirt with blouse and pink beige cardigan style. It looks a little ladylike, but suits Minori well. It's also adorable to have dark hair that looks like a deep chocolate color when it's clear in the light, still fastened with a black lace ribbon.

Sitting on the left hand side is an ancient familiarity of Siloe. He's a self-proclaimed ninja akatsuki, with a loyalty that I don't know very well. Akatsuki always drips his matte dark hair and stares at Siloe with the exact same seriousness of his ascendancy.

What was different was that the costume was not a dark tone, but a tiny shaker with a vine color and a blue shaker. Dressing like a schoolgirl looks too good for a pretty catty girl akatsuki.

Akatsuki was an adorable girl who answered that a hundred are beautiful girls if you ask a hundred people, and when it comes to Minori, this is another daughter who looks forward to the future. It may be said that this situation is a flower in both hands.

But the look on Siloe's face sandwiched by those two is not excellent.

There was no clear explanation of why or why, but only the uncomfortable was true.

This is the heart of the city of Akiba. It's a special café made at the Grand Junction, where Siloe sits here to fulfill 100% of it, as requested by the two girls.

After Akatsuki and Minori said they wanted to enjoy a free cake buffet, Shiloe tried to investigate the buffet. The cake buffet opens multiple times, as the name suggests qualifying. It would be possible to take time off to go with Akatsuki and Minori respectively.

As for Siloe herself, however, it caught my mind to challenge her to two free events by herself. I don't know how much it's a festival, but isn't that like a kid eating all the tasting corner samples? That's what Siloe thinks, leads the way.

If Akatsuki and Minori want to enjoy the cake, they can compete for three. Eating eight for two is a norm, but eating twelve for three would be fine.

Fortunately, the guild master of the guild Dance Terrier, who presides over this cake buffet, has had several negotiations at the Round Table Conference. However, she must have been an artisan-skinned woman who was very close to Henrietta.

Upon obtaining permission, Ms Kanako, guild master of the Dance Terrier, welcomed the siloe. I guess the glitzy welcome stems, of course, from the fact that Siloe is a member of the Round Table, but as a siloe, there is no inconvenience, so don't hesitate to ask for permission.

I'd like to join two girls from the same guild, why don't you hit your hand with twelve? I'm talking about it. Ms Kanako, surprised at first, has narrowed her thin eyes further and asked about the root digging leaf digging situation. Shiloe answers honestly when it's not enough to swoop around, but it doesn't have to be hidden. The Horizon of Records recognizes itself as an at-home guild.

As a result, the very glittery Alliance Master approved the appearance of the three of us. I didn't even remember to get hooked on the way I laughed at my translated face, but I doubt it to the extent that I could ignore it for what's convenient for me. Thus Siloe was specifically given the right to have a cake buffet for three.

And so the three siloes are waiting for the cake to arrive at the open cafe, but the siloe was starting to have a slight stomachache early on.

Guess it's not more than a bite of cake heartburn yet.

It's probably because Minori and Akatsuki, who aren't usually close, are subtly pregnant with tension and emitting a tingling atmosphere.

Don't worry, the three of us can go out and eat! And when he made the report in his reading, Minori, anyway, Akatsuki was responding with a subtle voice color. I know there's some reason for this on the path of loyalty of the sneak, but around there, I'm not sure about Shiloe.

Meanwhile, Minori is strained. I've been talking to Shiloe brightly since just now, but with a positive attitude with a temper, it's surprising. Minori, who's a cancer shop from time to time, looks forward to the cake that way, sounds like junior high and cute, Siroe thinks.

However, since Akatsuki is an Akatsuki who is messing with Akatsuki and watching Shiloe, and takes out practical flying tools (Kunai), etc. from somewhere, Shiloe has had a hard time whispering to each of them since earlier.

Looking around, about twenty pairs of men and women are smiling at each small table.

The wind is cool before the rainy October evening, and the open cafe, illuminated by orange lamps, has a soothing atmosphere. I miss it in my ears, with some "bard" playing, a slightly old pop song from the Earth world in the wind.

The pair sitting in their seats were mostly a couple, Siloe thought blurry.

It's been five months since the catastrophe. It is true that this is a different world, but it may be enough time for others to evolve into lovers.

On one side of my head, hey, how much of a fuss it's been five months. You don't have time for that, it's an emergency! It was a stubborn siloe, but on the other side, no, no, this is the world of thrills and suspense, so the love between the two young people burns? Some voices are in the opposite direction.

Siloe herself, neglected by love, has never had a clear girlfriend.

So I can't give the answer "Even in this case, I have love" or "None," but there it is, in a good way, about others. We concluded that if we were happy with each other, that would be good.

Couples are a smile for what you're looking at, and I don't hate them as siloes. I feel loud when I get up, but for looking away, it's good. So even at this time Siloe was looking at them with a blur.

"Master. Master."

"Ah, uh. I'm sorry. What's wrong, Akatsuki?

Turning back to Akatsuki, Akatsuki has said, "What do you look like you fell in love with, sloppy" today, with a lot more restlessness than usual.

On the other side, Minori said, "That's right. I'm in the mood! I say." As for Siloe, I thought she was a cake buffet and had no mood or anything, but even if she tried to answer that, her words would be interrupted by Minori's serious expression.

Minori herself seems to be in a good mood.

The trick of gasping small in front of your chest is adorable as some character. Take the poor look seriously to the fullest and say, "Good luck!" The impression that he stretched out more than said that he had majesty makes him feel more smiling than encouraged as a siloe.

It is indeed a mystery.

"Erm..."

"Mmm."

"Senior Akatsuki has nice Japanese clothes"

Looking for words, Minori cut me out that way. I wouldn't call it a help ship, but as a siloe, it helps me to shake the subject.

"Sure, wow, that. Japanese costumes are rare, but what's wrong with Akatsuki?

"Doesn't it look good on you?

"That's not true," the two voices say in a troubled, and then voiceless, akatsuki look. The Japanese garment, scattered with orange infarcts in a light vine color, was a calm pattern, but it looked good even when worn by a small acorn. She's usually a silent, small-animal, beautiful girl, but when she's wearing a Japanese costume like this, she has a special glamour.

"Senior Akatsuki looks great in Japanese costumes."

"Sort of..."

"It's like graduation or something."

"Ugh."

Akatsuki takes control of the vanguard, and Shiloe gets stuck in words. Akatsuki, staring at such a silhouette, said, "I'll kick it, not with my master. On my knees," he muttered, "but forgiving me if Siloe and Minori finally fixed their mood when they called him" really good looking ".

"Minori looks great, too."

In other words, the junior high girl smiled as if she had hung on.

That coordination seems to have been chosen by Fifty Bells. For every blouse and cardigan, the look on his face that detailed where he bought it, how much he spent, and how the fifty bells said it when he chose it seemed fun. Akatsuki, who was hardening herself at first, is also listening to him as he grabs the sleeve of the siloe, learning to be more and more interested.

I'm finally just a little relieved as a siloe to look like that.

(When a woman is involved, you can't guess at all. Down check and strategy)

The same was true at the Tea Party of the Prodigal. Projects and consultations involving female adventurers such as Nazna and Chant, for example, could hardly reach a good result, no matter how much they rooted for a downward look.

As a military teacher, there was no such thing as big trouble, and it was almost always a pitiful consequence of when it had become obnoxious or there was no problem per se.

She wasn't the only one.

and Siloe recalls.

She was the founder and leader of The Prodigal Tea Party. For once, the Tea Party of the Prodigal was a group of free people, and basically there were only participants who took care of themselves.

If we were to borrow the words of Nyantai, we would have "all understood what we had to do for our comfortable place". So, in a normal way, we didn't need a leader.

Still, she was only the leader, which means she was my best at The Prodigal Tea Party. The Tea Party of the Prodigal was always swinging at her in a way.

(Like I want to see Icelandic white nights. Come on. You said something terrible to me, that woman (one)...)

Since she was world-wide, Shiloe's performance declined. "Ambiguous results", "in the middle of nowhere", etc. are not said, and the execution jade is mostly crushed. I took all the hopefuls on an expedition to the European server, but when I lost my quest item and couldn't get into the Aurora zone, I was really tired. It's not like Shiloe is going to have a hard time.

Compared to that, Akatsuki and Minori requests were adorable. If I could just keep going like this, I wonder if I could make two wishes come true, what a siloe would have thought.

◆

"Wow, it looks delicious!

At the end of Minori's gaze as she was rounding her eyes, the supply had begun. Not yet at the Siloes table, but some tables carry adorable shortcakes. Strawberry colors are bright and splendid.

Compared to the original Earth western confectionery store, the guild members of the Dance Terrier were humble, but it would not feel like that when they saw it. It was also appetizing to see the sweet fragrance spread fluttering rather than just the appearance.

"My lord, my lord. Don't make me expect that."

"Beautiful, isn't it good!

I get just a little excited as a siloe, sandwiched by a shaggy left and right girl. Four of those cakes seemed easy to pepper because I had a rushed day. I guess Minori and Akatsuki were together, and none of the three of them suspected that Minori was finished eating. Until this time.

Wearing costumes, waitresses did not serve, and most tables were lined with shortcakes of many kinds. Finally, when it is the turn of the siloes' tables, the full grin of the Alliance Master immediately appears raising a silver tray.

The tray had cakes from the hall on it. Strawberries, apricots, chocolate with cheese, cassis yogurt with apple pie, a little early Mont Blanc.

Twelve cakes.

But it was, like, twelve hole cakes.

Minori with a strange look. Akatsuki, however, had an early, drawn look.

"This is..."

Asking Shiloe with a gaze, the Alliance Master of the Dance Terrier answered with a full grin.

"This is a service from our guild"

"No, but I feel too much"

"It's mind-building."

Smiled and pushed off, on a small table, cake after cake. Apple pie at first. The "earthlings" girl in a waitress cuts me apart as "you'll take it apart." Eight equal portions will make the usual triangle that looks familiar. The circular shape is exactly the hall size.

Of course, that amount of cake can't be on a coffee-shop sized, so the wagon that was quickly transported sits by the table and is filled with hall cakes, the same cake as the other participants for the eight varieties, but the four varieties were added or made special, and the topped decorations are decorated with small sugar confectionery dolls from men who left two women on the left and right.

"Mr. Siloe."

"Monarch"

Of course, the two girls have a pulled look as they look at the apple pie cut in front of them. Of course, this apple pie looked delicious, and if it was about four sizes this size, Siloe was confident she could definitely eat it. If the two of them are "hungry" like girls, they are prepared to take on one at a time and eat a total of six.

Even though "she" told me that it was a fiction for a woman to dress up as a snack that way, she was too young to think that "she" was all about a woman.

It's a hall size, though. Simply thinking about it, I can cloud that the amount has multiplied by eight. However, the impact of more than eight times the number was in the rambling of the circular cake in front of me.

"In the meantime, shall we have one?

Three people started eating pie in an occasional siloe statement that had no purpose other than to buy time. Delicious. The refreshing sweetness of the apples, plenty used, and the scent of the ghostly cinnamon are pleasant. I ate one slice lightly as I tasted the moist and moist apple.

This could be - and when I'm about to have sweet expectations, an apple pie will be placed in front of the siloe with 5/8 left.

The LORD whom I have placed is Akatsuki.

"Why not!?

"Your service to my lord."

"The whole thing said," What do you mean? "

"Ah. Excuse me. I'll cut it up."

That's not what I'm talking about. and the moment he tried to stop Minori, Minori had already risen and started cleverly slicing apple pie with a knife at his mid waist. Whenever the mid waisted minnoli slides the knife with a serious look, the hair fastened with a black ribbon shakes around the ear of the siloe, giving it a faintly sweet scent.

Oh, you're a girl even in middle school. Think of it, from all over the cafe, don't die. Lori, forgive me. Seriously. Horseradish. Horseradish. I could hear the whining, etc.

Sounds a little strange Akatsuki. If you slip your gaze next to it, the decoration cake says "Two are sloppy" and "Lolicon down too (Heart)" in shitty letters.

(Ahhh!?

It was at this point that Shiloe began to grasp exactly what was going on.

Mines.

The moment you grasp it, the word that came up behind your brain is it. The three Shiloes are in a minefield with mines scattered around them called misunderstandings. Siroe's reputation has originally been subject to similar prejudices by two of his important guild members.

(No good, this is getting us both involved. Now they're treating me like a military teacher, so I'm sorry... Anyway, it's not noticeable in this cafe, it's noisy, we need to minimize the wounds and retreat and rebuild our posture...)

Siloe spins his brain fast and considers good aftermath measures.

Under circumstances where it is not known how far the misunderstanding has spread and it is unclear where the starting point of this situation is, it is not possible to grasp the situation even if it is possible to grasp it. In that sense, Akatsuki stuck a fork to Shiloe, who could not even move into controlled combat mode.

"Master, look."

Its tip is ridden by a lovely apple pie cut into bites.

"Am I going to eat, Deska?

You're going to squeeze all the rest into the snorting Akatsuki! And, I'm about to penetrate, but when I can stare with my dark-eyed tenuous eyes, I can't say anything back. Even though I'm usually an undecorated akatsuki, it was all the more so because I'm wearing hair decorations that mimic orange infarcts today.

Akatsuki slipped his ankle in surprise at the siloe, which made his mouth a letter to his face, adding a fork in his right hand.

Eat, my lord.

I'll give you that, but siloey, that's a big problem.

Being offered a fork to eat is an act that is commonly referred to as "ahem". If you look at the twitchy Buddha top surface of Akatsuki today, it's clear that it's not something that emits an edge in favor, but the surroundings won't understand it that way.

If we keep this up, we're going to get Lori's stigma.

If you mane to tread such a mine, you could lose your lower body instead of one foot. Even my peripheral gaze hurts. This is an open cafe, sometimes referred to as an eye-catching event on the first day of the festival, and the fact that it is being watched by people on the road.

"Look, it spills"

But I don't want to accept thickening and flowing pieces if I can't help it. A tiny laugh of zero dullness from the surrounding area or pointing fingers floats in the back of my brain, and as a siloe, I feel like going in if I have a hole.

"Mr. Siloe."

If you swing back, even the minnoli with the glimmer of your eyes will still come with a small shard of golden pie and offer it to the siloe. If you get the gaze of five innocent expectations younger, you can't even treat it as a siloe in an evil way.

(No matter how much, we can both read the situation too much. This is a time for retreat. What the hell? What kind of exposer is this?)

"Is it delicious?

"Whatever, my lord."

"No, it's delicious for the taste.... that wouldn't be the level of the story, this"

In retrospect of saying that, the two surrounding pairs still go on about what would be "ahem" too. I thought it might be thin, but this was the siloe that would beat me when I saw reality.

The city of Akiba seems to be more in love than Shiloe thinks.

A dull laugh, a grunting voice, many of which are more than a mockery of the Siloes. If you think it's just a twisted goodwill between two people who have fallen in love, will you still be saved - and Siloe comforted herself, but of course that can't solve the problem.

Reality means moving forward by repeating one small step indefinitely. The cake piled in front of me was a symbol of the whole thing.

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Naturally, the Siloes' challenge failed so that what they call reality is not something they can overcome as long as they challenge. If the three of us are twelve cutcakes, that's a possible challenge, but if it's even twelve hall cakes, the digits are different. Unless your stomach is made of magic bucks.

The three of us tried a lot, but still eating 18, or two hall cakes and a little bit was the limit. Siroe was in charge of nine of them, so to be honest, I don't want to move anymore because I'm sick.

The three men who lost the battle called Cake Vikings came back awesome and even to their own guild house. Of course, there would be no more free food, so Shiloe would pay for the cake for the 12 halls.

In time, perhaps about twenty o'clock?

Siloe was relaxing on the terrace on the third floor of the Alliance House. To be more precise, his stomach was too heavy to move.

If it was meant to be, after I ate the cake, I would chill out the festival and hang out for a walk, etc., but Minori and Akatsuki anyway, the siloe seemed to have the cake weighed more on my gut as it was. We're not going to be able to take a very good walk, we're going back to the Alliance House.

According to the blackboard in the dining area, the festival sights are for both the Natha and the direct succession. It says "Wow this walk" when you are at the Fifty Bells and Lundell House. I'm sure he went on a date.

Having briefly confirmed that, Shiloe is rolling alone on the bench in Ciderwood as he thus comes out onto the terrace.

I'd say it's sinking.

Anyway, the world can only become so that today's siloe was a black star.

(This is why I can't guess what I'm going through.)

Think about it, the guild master of the (Dance Terrier) was also slightly nicotine, so I guess he was already going to greet him with a hall cake from that time on, and Siloe put on the area.

I did end up trying with a flower system in both hands, but I'm still not three of those relationships. I don't think it's a good idea not to go that far.

(By and large, I just went with two guys, Akatsuki and Minori. What kind of calculation is 12 holes?...... oh well)

The siloe I came up with suggested to Souzillo in a nutshell, a cake buffet. The Open Cafe should also take the time off tomorrow for a free tasting (buffet). If you are a former colleague of Harlem Physique, Soudirou, you must enjoy that event.

Speaking in a nutshell, Souzillow seemed to be spending time at the festival with guild members. I can't hear the content of the conversation itself, but I can hear some feminine voices in the context of the conversation with Souzillow. As usual, I hear Souzillow is surrounded by a lot of flowers.

Souzillow had thanked Shiloe many times for introducing him to the Vikings. Not that I don't feel a pain in my conscience about his attitude as an honest siloe, but a good escort like myself ate a hall cake attack after a two-stranded misunderstanding. Authentic and authentic Harlem organizers are convinced that they deserve to be treated accordingly.

Turning off the chanting function, Siloe looked up to heaven, keeping her weight on the back of the bench, feeling as if her drinking had dropped just a little.

The building that Shiloe and the rest of the world make Ajito has a unique character. Through the floor of the building, ancient trees penetrate the roof. The ancient tree, which spreads its branches wide over the building, softly encloses the living space of the siloes in its periphery.

Even on the terrace where the siloe is, you can see a series of green leaves that shake slightly in the night breeze.

Many lighted boulevards for the festival or more than usual under your eyes. The sun was already setting, but thanks to the orange light leaking from shops everywhere and the light lamps hanging in the streets, both the green cocked-covered sidewalks and the branches of trees with ribbons stretched out can be looked down.

The guild house on the Horizon of Records is also modestly decorated with green leashes and an orange ribbon. Probably done by Minori and Toya, but festive specifications.

(If you're in the guild lately, I haven't had any trouble)

After finishing his conversation with Souzillow, Shiloe was thinking about that.

Normally, the guild's operation is the guild master's biggest role. It is the expected task of guild management to master their own guilds for the convenience of their members or to draw rates with an action plan.

However, the "Horizon of Records" had far different circumstances than other guilds.

First and foremost, the number of people. The "Horizon of Records" is currently composed of eight personnel. There are six standard parties in "Elder Tail". For this reason, when I try to organize a party with eight guild members, I really end up leaving two voicemails.

In addition, the "Horizon of Records" members have considerable openings at the level, but are also divided into two level bands. The elderly groups of Shiloe, Naotai, Nanatsuki and Akatsuki are at 90 levels, and the younger groups of Minori, Toya, Lundelhouse and Fifty Bells are now near 40 levels.

Trying to organize a party in these two level bands is hard.

If it were a very ordinary guild, high level groups would often act apart from high level groups and low level groups. That is the natural flow.

But the high level group at The Horizon of Records was full of well-looked after veterans. Sometimes using the normative system, all those who do not bitter to fit low levels, so far the everyday adventure is dominated by low level bands to carry out activities.

In addition, even from the point of view of the pull rate, human resources were in place.

Nyata is an ideal adult with a sense of humor and patience, necessary to provide low-level instruction. He perfectly did his amulet on low-level adventures, which the Alliance Master was supposed to take the initiative to work for, and he seemed to enjoy it too.

In addition, the direct line had its fitness. In his case, he is considerably richer than Nyata and seems suitable for a large number of pull rates. When a three-party joint expedition hunt for rookies also arrives from the March Alliance is planned, the most admired by other guild rookies may be direct succession.

Akatsuki also did not bitter the rookie's pull rate at all, although there were some mouth-watering and familiar places. A rookie goes out hunting, defeats his prey, and returns. In the meantime, the newcomers never see Akatsuki, but Akatsuki watches the newcomers all the time to protect them from high level monsters, etc. - she enjoyed such a pull in her own way.

In other words, on the Horizon of Records, there were people who could represent the Alliance Master in other Alliances for tasks such as planning deductions and hunting. That's why Shiloe was able to get into the work of the Round Table Conference.

However, there may be no obstacle in delegating Alliance Master tasks from the point of view of daily operations, but it cannot be said that there are no problems in the sense of relationships within the Alliance.

If you recall, the time spent with newcomers is the shortest of the higher-level groups. Of course, dinners at guild houses, etc. add time to deepen rapport, but Shiloe herself, especially from Lundell House and the Fifty Bells, said, "Aren't our guild masters lazy with drawstrings? 'Sometimes I felt the gaze of the question, and I thought I had to do something about it.

(When I mean Guildmaster Piercing, I'm losing to Chief Chan Tai... Even Souzillo, oh do it Harlem's...... Not that I'm in command of the guild)

Siloe makes me feel subtly lonely. Of course, I can't do all the roles I want, and this is what happens as a result of the right materials, but I felt like I had to spend more time with the members of the Horizon of Records every day.

Maybe that's why Akatsuki and Minori went out of their way to pull out the siloe, etc.

(This festival might be a good opportunity. The Roundtable Conference... I can't leave it alone, but cut it up there. I need to make time to be with everyone)

"Monarch"

"Huh!"

Siloe, who was thinking of such details, is so surprised that she jumps up to Akatsuki's voice, which is not even as loud as she was called from up close.

"What's going on? Akatsuki"

"I don't know what else to do..."

Akatsuki sits back a little next to the siloe in the same vibrant Japanese costume as before. The cool evening breeze in October cheeks approximately, and the sound of slow strings is echoed from the city.

"I hear music"

"Oh. Yeah. - Probably | The Seventh Heartbeat, 7th Marching Band. He said he was having a concert at night."

"Right."

Akatsuki sat on the bench, stretching his legs. The lower bench will look like a throw out leg, even if the lower height akatsuki lowers his hips. Siroe glanced at Akatsuki, who was shaking his ankle small to the left and right, peeking at his toes from a tannic blue twist.

"It's kind of quiet."

"I'm always quiet"

"Yes, I am."

Shiloe peeps at Akatsuki.

In the slightest breeze that had become chilly temperatures, Akatsuki, as usual, stared at the distance with an unreadable look at his thoughts.

"Monarch"

"Hmm?"

"My lord... The"

"Yeah."

To Akatsuki's words, Shiloe responds politely. I didn't rush ahead because I know my little friends have a lot to worry about, even if they don't have a lot of words.

"You don't like cake?

……

You're not good at this? Oh, my God, "you couldn't eat it because you're not good at it? Even if they say so in such a context, I'm troubled. I ate nine. As a siloe, I thought I fought well enough, but could it have been a mistake?

"Or wasn't it fun?

"That's not true. More than that, I'm sorry. Was it a showdown? I can't get out."

"That's fine. I'm not interested. I was interested in Minori."

"Really?"

I don't see why Minori would be interested in something like that. Well, Siroe thinks he'll tell me from himself if he needs it. A girl named Minori was 15 years old, but she felt more responsible than herself, or better looked after her.

"But..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you glad the cake was like that?

Akatsuki, who turned to Shiloe's side, stares seriously. In my little face, as my impressive black eyes wet, it was only the beautiful girl who had a sense of urgency to stare at me still without passing on the temperature.

"I... I'm not looking for cake either."

"Sort of."

……

"When I'm with my master, I can't keep talking"

"I don't care if they say that. More or less, the sea urchins are silent."

Originally, Akatsuki is not the type with a high number of mouths.

Sometimes there are two of us and the conversation doesn't last. In the beginning, that was a whim, and there were times when I shook the subject from the siloe without saying anything, but now, I was also worried about being silent this way. While Shiloe was cleaning up her clerical duties, it would also be because Akatsuki was often erasing signs in her room by calling her a personal escort.

"That's not true. I have a lot to talk about."

"Well, offer me something."

"Mm?"

Talk about it.

Akatsuki kept his mouth shut with a letter to.

My gaze flutters toward the right and wanders toward the left.

Maybe he's in trouble. I guess I did something wrong. When Shiloe starts thinking like that, Akatsuki opens his mouth after a scatter hesitation.

"This is gonna be fun."

Akatsuki had unsettled his open mouth in strange shape, but touched Shiloe's forehead with his white, sneaky fingertips.

"Is that fun?

Akatsuki snorts.

(I wonder if this is also an akatsuki main obedience role play...... Are you really mistaken? No, I don't know because I don't watch time plays, either.)

"Oh well."

Big winds blow, the periphery makes a noise like a tide, shaking in the darkness at night. Green incensed in cool wind and silence. Shiloe looks up at her forehead, which has been lightly touched by Akatsuki many times. Akatsuki caresses his forehead carelessly with his mouth as a letter to. I have no idea what's fun, but I guess I can't help but ask, Siroe thinks.

"Is this good?

"My lord's important work."

"Is that what this is about?

I've had a long time with Akatsuki.

Confusion after the Catastrophe, several fights, a journey to Suskino, the establishment of the Round Table Conference, the political play in the ancient court of Eternal Ice and dialogue with Li-Gan. And the Choushi offensive and the resurgence of Lundelhaus.

For all of that, Akatsuki went out with me without complaining. Without Akatsuki's follow-up, I don't think there would have been a battlefield where we could have cut through.

Siloe continued to suffer the adorable ravages of the bright Japanese girl as she remembered all of them.