Ore no Isekai Shimai ga Jichou Shinai!

"Hey, do you want to threaten us?" "I don't feel like doing it seriously, and it's Rosalie who will grant my wish directly."

Amoena replied to her laughing grin with a smile.

"Amoena-chan ..." Rosalis tries to embrace Amoena unexpectedly because of unexpected support, but Amoena slips through the splendid steps of a dancer.

"Oh, no hugs." "... Cold."

Rosalis squeezes her finger into Amoena's attitude. I don't know what kind of effort it will take in this short time, but it was quite uncomfortable if I could do it with my current masculine strength.

The eyes of the morals, which are the culprit, gathered, but the person himself was just happily grinning. Surely this chaotic situation is fun. It's really bad taste.

And perhaps he was disgusted with this situation, and after a long time, Bertall opened his mouth.

"Well, our attitude is certainly not to be praised, but don't let your puppies flicker in a hand that they don't want to use. "It's a bit similar."

Fidusia, the phantom singer, agrees with the words of Beratall.

"Tell me anything. It's only my dream that matters to me." "What selfishness is ..." "It's more refreshing. This child, the way of thinking is out of the demons."

When I was told that, I was strangely convinced. At best, it's the result of Kudels' education.

"Well, it doesn't make sense to discuss this. Rosalis, get a letter of recommendation."

Berator spoke to Rosalis to dispel the subtle air. Rosaris replied, sharpening her mouth.

"I'm the wife of Patronne, but I don't think I'll be able to write a letter of recommendation if I introduce you, unless you're convinced of your dance with your own eyes. You can do it. ''

Since the god, Rosalis, has said so far, the wife of Patronne's lord seems to be a type of force and difficult to command.

"In other words, does it depend on Amoena's efforts? That's okay. And it's a name that gives me a test." Moral, the teacher of Amoena's dance, nodds with confidence.

"Okay, please in that direction!" Amoena bowed, and the place opened.

But finally, the illusion of Fidusia said:

"The little girl there. I'll give you one piece of advice. I don't want anyone else to get a letter of recommendation than to tell them here. Especially to Kudels." "What is that?"

Amoena insists on words that cannot be ignored. Is Kuders not an ally?

Fidusia hid her mouth with a fan and told her, laughing happily.

"... Kuders must be waiting for you to fail in your trials and cry because you want to be clinged to you who can't help you and get drunk on your role as a merciful self. He's a man. At best, watch out for Kudels' movement and his eyes and ears. "

next day. Amoena decided to leave the city full of trash after the festivities. All of them were opposed by all means, but if they could not, Amoena said he would leave alone, so it was inevitable.

The story was so steep that Dolcez and Kaffana were still busy with post-processing, and only Kudels accompanied.

"I don't think we had to go on a hurry, but we didn't have time to pick a souvenir."

Couders muttered relentlessly, fingering the boarding pass of the ship with his finger, but Amoena did not turn around and said:

"... I don't even have a partner to give me." "Guhah !? You can buy another souvenir for yourself! Even so, it's even more tough today, Amoena-san."

Amoena finally looks back and vomits in a cold voice.

"Because I say extra things when I'm in a hurry."

Apparently, Kuders decided that he shouldn't talk at all, and began to mutter himself at a distance. It's really annoying.

Pier Amoena walked into the town on the other side of the street when she entered the city, showing her sailor the ticket he had arranged by Bellator and entering the special room.

"Amoena, what are you doing so fast? What is it about to do? Please tell me soon." "No. It's said that you can't say it, especially to Kouders."

As Amoena thrusts cold, Kudels whispers with a sad, sullen face just to look at.

"Such ... terrible ..."

The next moment, the ship shook greatly. Apparently, she is ready for secondment.

The ship began to move with a coup d'Ess, a puppy abandoned, and Amoena burning with ambition. To the final point of this story, the royal city of Dropera.