Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

After that, Rose and I explained the situation to Flim, who was back from the rental workshop, after dinner, and talked to him about what was going on, but he ended up not knowing what the cause was.

The covenant exchanged between Hannu and Mr. Villey remained a mystery, and the reason Hannu was angry also led to the labyrinth, and it was my fault anyway.

By the way, Hanu's dinner was later transported directly to the room by Mr. Rosé. Then, after less than an hour (awatt), an empty dish was placed in front of the room, so the appetite seemed fine.

And the next morning.

When I woke up, I ran into Hannu in the hallway on my way to wash my face.

That was just when I wanted to pass in front of her room. The sliding door that I knocked many times last night opened and just came out of my sleeping eye, Hannu.

I breathed unintentionally as a thrill for a moment, but I couldn't even watch it in silence, and I never spoke out of my mind from here.

"Oh - good morning, Hanu..."

"Nno... Morning, Nha... et al..."

Hanu is weak in the morning. Rubbing his eyes against Munyamunya, Hanu in his pajamas returns his greetings in a subtle, uncircumcised way of speaking.

Are you still falling asleep? Or did you already forgive me for yesterday? Not sure yet at the moment.

"I slept well...?

"Ugh... yeah, of..."

The silver hair, which is usually beautifully done, is now sleeping habits and getting bumpy.

"Huh..."

When I thought Hanu turned up, he opened his big mouth and made a cat-like stretch.

"Uh..."

To Hannu, who is completely natural, thinking about what he said, Hannu, whose absences subsided,

"... lato... get back there"

With a slightly clearer voice than just now, hey, I indicated my feet with my fingers.

"Ugh, yeah......?

It's the usual posture. I poke my knee in the hallway in front of Hannu and set my sights at height. Then, I still had an eye for more than half [Toronto] of the heterochromia.

As usual, Hannu's hands sandwiched my cheek, and then his forehead and forehead stuck together. Through his forehead, Hannu's body temperature is transmitted through his wake-up.

Hannu, with her lid closed, began to whisper blush.

"... I think my concubine was bad last night... if I'd forgiven her..."

"Huh...?

All the drowsiness that remained slightly in me blew away at the words that gave me my hands back.

As he was distracted by the sudden translation, Kufu, Hanu laughed.

"... but... no more, I don't think you're coming to apologize to me in your dreams, Rat?

"Uh, eh?

Unexpectedly, I can only be confused. [M]

- In a dream? What are you talking about?

"He said he didn't face each other and was caged in his room because of it... but he couldn't have come out to dream. You can't sleep all day."

Kufu, and the tremor of Hannu laughing and laughing is transmitted to his forehead. Sounds kind of fun. Was it such an interesting dream?

I sort things out.

"Uh... I mean... I came out to Hannu's dream...?

And Hannu's hands gently picked my cheek.

"Bye. I've apologized over and over again, no matter how much I poke at you. With all that stickiness, the boulder concubine is invisible. What do you think I said about dreaming when I said, 'I have no choice but to forgive you'?

"-? Thanks for forgiving me, or...?

Answering that with intuition, he said, "Come on, let Hannu shake his body and laugh." Rub your forehead around and shake your neck to the side.

"No, that's what you said." Then tell me that [over there]. "Unlike [here], [there] rats don't hesitate. It was pretty loud."

…………

Listening to Hanu's voice, who speaks happily, I think about the fact that there is no romance or snagging in the corner of my head.

Psychologically, the fact that I came out in my dreams meant that Hannu was thinking of me as much as I dreamed.

In that dream, I purposefully told him, 'Tell me that you forgive me in reality,' perhaps because Hannu's unconsciousness decided it was right to do so.

Hannu's unconsciousness, regretting his continued willingness, worked to act as his instincts demanded of his consciousness - so to speak, I see, it is a convincing story.

Really, it's a story with no romance or snag.

So I don't care about that.

Hannu, in other words, came out of the room with the power of Hannu himself to persuade his heart.

I just have to be honest with it.

"- Well, I have to say it right instead of [me over there], too."

"? What then?

"Thank you for coming out, I'm so sorry, Hanu -"

…………

Often, Hannu silenced with a Kyotong face. It's as if you could bite my words off carefully.

And when Hannu's finger rubbed my cheek again,

"... okay. Forgive me and send."

Kufu, and Hannu smiled.

"So if Lato had forgiven his concubine too...?

I laughed at that dialogue, too, haha.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not mad."

"... it's the concubine who's angry with me. Lato makes a mistake."

"Huh?"

Instead, Hannu pointed her lips just a little bit as she moaned my cheek like a handful.

"Well... I don't know... Villy's guy said it was actually..."

Hannu's forehead, which began to speak so, twitched and fevered. For some reason, her temperature keeps rising.

"Dj, actually...?

Ask Hanu to encourage him to go ahead, who has shut up, whether he is accumulating between them or is it rather difficult to say.

Then, with a truly mosquito-like little voice, there was a response.

"... whether or not you punched..."

"- Huh? Oh, sorry, one more time...?

"Well, then... see if I punched you..."

"... pun?

That's all I could hear, so when I asked back,

"- Eh...!

Bluffing, Hannu's whole body trembled, and the temperature transmitted to her forehead became even hotter.

I wondered if Hannu had let go of herself and put her mouth to my ear.

whisper softly.

"... whether or not the concubine kissed you in vain..."

"- Huh!?

The urge to be Billy spread from ear to body. Sometimes Hanu's exhalation was a little ticklish or something, but I was purely surprised by the content.

I see. Reasonably, Hannu was also speaking strangely as he let himself jump.

"Seppuku...!?

"... not about that time. The concubine and the concubine... made up... when they..."

Hannu, with her face off her ear, answers me shyly.

I remember. Or I can't forget to forget.

Later in the Gatekeeper match in the 200th tier. The day Hannu stopped me trying to get out of the hospital and made up.

Hannu kissed me on the cheek to thank you for your help.

It was the most irritating thing, and right after that, I lost my mind.

"... I would have said that then too? That was in Villey's indulgence. That's why they told me if I actually did it or not..."

"Oh, oh... yeah..."

That's embarrassing. Yeah, very embarrassing. Even I heard it via Hannu, so much so that my face would be lit up.

- Hey, that's mean...! Mr. Villey, he's a surprisingly mean person......!

"Ugh? It was hard for my concubine to face Ratto, you know...?

"Yeah, yeah......!

I snort all my strength. Now I know how Hanu felt last night so painfully.

Nevertheless,

"Oh, but... I hated it so much that I canceled my outing today...?

It's embarrassing to say, but Mr. Villey is the one who gave me Operation Thank You Kiss in the first place. If that's all they know, it's no longer a big deal whether they actually did it or not.

Although.

"I don't like it. I'm not gonna tell him what he's got."

I know. That's what Hannu said almost instantly. Plus, shame and lighting and all that stuff fell off at once, in the face of the vegetables.

"Oh, yeah... what... so, what..."

Overwhelmed by the power of the mystery, I was unwilling to mention it any further. Maybe there's something like pride and will that only women know about each other. Speaking of which, I remember Flim used to fight for similar reasons to other girls.

"Bye, Lato. If I remember. For eating your deposit, you'll enjoy it on your next vacation?... hehe... not to be ready now...!

"Phew, phew... wahaha..."

Hannu squeezes my cheek with a little force, so my reply got weird.

Come on, Hannu nodded,

"Oh, and. Be careful today. I don't know about that fox because I haven't given up on Lato yet. I don't know what I'm going to do. Why don't you take your guard off?

"Phew, phew, phew..."

"Absolutely not, huh?

"Humph...!

I nod again and again to Hannu, who pushes me to remember. [M] But still the suspicion doesn't clear, Hannu narrowed her eyes surprisingly and brought her face closer.

"... Speaking of which, and because Villey is often shuddered when she's dealing with him... is she really going to be okay...?

The gaze of suspicion emanating from the different colors of Zito's eyes pierces my face with a tingle.

"- Huh!?

My chest beat with a bad beat. [M]

'Cause - I'm not going to make excuses, but - that's, in a way, something I can't help.

Because they're [um] Mr. Villey.

For me, the name "Miss Sword Villey" means something a little special.

Because by the time I started exploring, Mr. Villey had already been awarded the title "Miss Sword" by her country of origin and the famous Daily Kingdom of "Sword Kingdom".

Indeed, he was sixteen at the time. He's the same age as me now.

There is no other example of being awarded the title of "Sword Title" - "Sword Title", recognized by the royal family of the Kingdom of Swords, pushing a mighty man lined up at such a young age. If there is only one, unofficially, Mr. Villey's father, "Sword Saint Wilhardt van Fredericks," supposedly sent to a certain boy.

When I first found out Mr. Villey's name - it was so vivid and shocking that I can still remember it differently.

For me, who was thirteen years old at the time, the fact that a girl of such great age was given the swordsman's highest rank, the "Sword", no matter how many Kensei's real children, was a tremendously exciting thing.

Wow, is this guy a genius?... No, if I do my best, I will one day -!

Now I thought it was a very thoughtful thought, but at this time, I really thought about it without being timid. While learning how to handle all kinds of weapons in general from my grandfather, who was my master, I'm sure it was Mr. Villey's influence that still chose the sword as the main weapon (the main Weapon).

Of course, to me, every explorer belonging to the top group is subject to awe, but among them, Mr. Villey was called an age, a title, and a giant diamond in a jewelry box.

Yes - I've always had a vision.

Such an admirer, Jen.

Unbelievably, he even shook hands and became a navy, facing me directly. This is, so to speak, like Idol fans have become friends with the idol they are looking for, which is a hell of a thing.

This makes my behavior suspicious, which is an impossible order.

Besides, Mr. Villey doesn't hesitate to pack his distance, he's more beautiful than you can see on the news, he smells kind of good when he's nearby, and, horribly, he still invites me to be a member of The Knights of Pale Red Flame...

Oh, no. If I date someone like that, I might die this time. [M]

"... why can't you reply, Rat?

"Muggle!?

Hannu grinned and smiled like a flim, crushing my cheeks from both sides.

"Is the concubine really okay? Hmm?"

As if kneading in bread fabric, Hannu repeatedly loosens the force on both hands, and loosens the force on both hands. It's as if you saw my face in the pump.

My mouth was in the form of a laugh, but my eyes shining in the pale and gold weren't laughing enough to say at all.

"- Huh, huh! Heh heh heh! Yes heh heh heh!

"I don't know what you're talking about. Look, say it again."

Hannu stopped my hand, so I squeezed out my voice in a hurry.

"- So, jerk off! That's why I'm here!

"Is that true?

"Ho, book hit! I'm really fine!

"You know what? You're not confident. If that's all you have to say, show me the rationale."

"Ko, Konki!?

I am greatly troubled by Hannu, who has cut to the point where he cannot tolerate the fallacy of the sneeze.

No, no, no, no, Hannu's golden-eyed silver eyes turn a suspicious eye.

"Oh, the... uh..."

I spin my thoughts as I look for words.

I won't lie to Hanu - that's a decision to make.

So there's only one thing to do.

I decided to change my honesty into words. [M]

"... Dj, actually... to be honest, I'm a little unsure..."

"Hmm..."

Hannu's voice drops with great thunder. My spine shivers a little, but I don't see any movement in my hand holding my cheek, so it seemed like you could ask me till the end for now.

"And because... Mr. Villey was my admirer... and yeah, I still think you're an amazing person... because as one explorer, I respect you so much... well, it's a great honor to have you say so many things..."

…………

"So, but hey? Still, I think it's gonna be okay. 'Cause I'm probably..."

"... maybe, I'm sure?... What?

"Ugh..."

Hannu urges me, I'm a little stuck in words.

I was pretty sorry to say this, but I never meant to.

"So, but I... when I'm in the ground, I always remember Hanu at the end! That's all there is to it! Yes, it's always been like that. Shit! Oh, my God, it's definitely settled! I'm sure Hanu's face will come to mind! So, that... oh, I'm absolutely fine! … so I think…"

It was me at the end of the day who would butt in and put an extra word on it.

"……………………………………………………?

I was a little afraid to look directly at Hannu's face, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of her complexion.

Then.

"- Huh...!?

Hanu was there when he turned bright red to his ears.

"Huh...?

- Is that it?

I looked at the sudden change. [M] To an unexpected reaction, I have to say Kyoton.

- Did I say something that weird...?

Hannu, surprised as if the fireworks had exploded in front of her, but the moment she noticed my gaze, she retrieved me, and whoops, she deliberately coughed.

"... um... and I don't know what else to do. If Rat says so much, as his only best friend, the concubine, he can't believe it. Oh, come on, I see how confident you are. This time, it is good to come..."

When I told him so, Hannu quickly turned away. By doing so, even the dewy noodles and clavicles were found to be as reddish as ripe apples.

I don't know why.

Ugh, yeah......? Oh, thanks......?

I didn't know what Hannu's reaction was, but I just had to snort as I blossomed the flowers of the question mark in my head.

■

As declared at the time of departure, a direct message had been received about one awatt after Mr. Villey pulled up about the meeting time and location of the date.

The time is a little late. The rendezvous point was, unexpectedly, 'Chamosica's Leg Pavilion'.

Before I leave, I check my outfit in my room.

Black up and down on my usual deep purple combat jacket - not.

Today, I was just playing a little trick.

The jacket is a new battle jacket. This is what Flim finished for me last night. Purple blue, almost close to pitch black, with pure purple lines running along some of the seams.

Actually, this is a remake of my favorite combat jacket.

Because,

"... your boulders are starting to tear me apart."

"Huh?"

At one point, Flim saw my battle jacket and shrugged like that.

Even though they are regularly maintained and repaired as well as weapons, clothing also builds up as much twitching and damage as the human body. Torn or chipped parts can consume and repair components, but there's nothing we can do about just fine aging.

Even at this time I asked Flim for maintenance and it was the right time for me to return it.

"Aren't you going to buy a new one?

"Hmmm... I've never thought of it that way, but... but this is also my grandfather's shape..."

Even though it's starting to smell a little old, it's performing well as a protective gear, and it should still work - and Flim suggested this to me, reluctantly picking the hem of the jacket.

"- So, Sole, do you want to remake it?

"Huh? Well, can you do that?

Remake - At this time I was surprised as if I had never heard the word before in my life. That idea, it was like it wasn't on my mind.

In my retrospect, Flim agreed to nothing. [M]

"I can do it. It's a little tricky though. Besides, I've been thinking about it for a while. You need to have proper protective gear."

――

How could you do that? and tilted his neck to me, Flim explains as he displays the AR screen.

"You know, looking at the combat logs, your pinch is probably all that comes from a lack of defense. Well, there may be a chronic feeling that it's okay because you're on (protection)... but anyway, don't you think there are a lot of patterns that make you too damaged to move?

"... if you ask me... maybe..."

I have an idea. I can't move as soon as I get a good shot, both when I'm a Siglos and when I'm a Hydra, and I'm in a crisis of absolute desperation. No matter how much support technique was gained, it would have been difficult if only for the deep damage that penetrated the body.

"So in order not to, we need to strengthen our defenses more than we do now. Because we can use the support formula, if we increase the defense of the vegetables, that's what doubles the effect, right?

"Yeah... but I'm a swordsman and when I get too heavily equipped..."

"Right there. I know. So, Atashi, I was just thinking..."

That's why the new battle jacket designed is what I'm wrapping around right now.

The dark purple jacket, which was originally very similar to my Photon Blood, is darker and almost black, probably because of the [special material] used in the remake.

What is that [ingredient]?

It was during the Volkling Circus case. I secretly took possession of [something] from him when I defeated the Dragon Man form of Sigloss.

I realized that was when I was coming back from the virtual space in the example and organizing the components of the dragon. "Among the components that were absorbed by SEAL was a mixture of unrecognizable components.

Starstone.

Among fantasy species dragons, it is said that components of a class called stars (genera) are semi-materialized to take the form of gems. That's exactly what I got by destroying the Dragon Man form of Sigloss and shutting down the SB that was assimilating him.

The official crusade number of star (general) dragons is seven. All of that was kept in museums, national treasuries, research institutes, etc. in several countries, and I checked there just in case, apparently nothing was stolen or lost.

In other words, this is an unofficial stellar stone, which is not allowed to exist. I don't know when or where anyone took him down, he was the soul of a star dragon.

The real name of this stellar stone, which Rosé was able to analyze, is "Remote Heads." The type is "Insect Dragon."

I don't know what that actually looks like unless I try to reproduce it in Mr. Rosé's "Recycle," but if I recall the sigloss when it fused with this guy, I can generally predict it. A pitch-black crust sucking in the light as Coltar, a bright red double eyed creeping like a blazing fire - must have looked vicious by the time it was disastrous.

What Flim saw was the hardness of such "Remote Heads" armor.

"I took this guy in. If he's strong enough, I saw him in the video. Crustacean enough to bounce back your white tiger, which is physical enhancement with a supportive technique... this guy can use it."

My cousin shimmered her amethyst eyes and laughed invincibly.

Instead of just consuming it as a component, if it is processed while taking advantage of the properties it originally possessed, like Black Xuan and White Tiger, it will surely be possible to build "living weapons", like ancient weapons (Enchanted Arms) -.

Regardless, I spoke to Mr. Rosé properly. Half-brothers and sisters - possibly - are Siglos', in a sense, oblivious objects. Plus, even though it's a star dragon, it might be easier to serve (handle) than the Hercules she uses when she's here. Sentimentally and militarily, I just got confirmation in many ways...

"Never mind. Please use it for remake."

The day of coarse garbage is the day after tomorrow, Rosé replied with about as much ease. Do not move the facial expressions a millimeter.

"Uh... yes, okay?

"Yes, I don't mind at all. I have the Hercules I keep from Mr. Rug. So you don't need [it]. Please keep it that way and use it to enhance Mr. Rug's gear. I mean, I agree with Mr Flim's suggestion, too. If your defense improves, you will be much less dangerous and less worried."

In a pale, non-obsessive tone, Mr. Rosé ran out of words. That's what it felt like dealing with a garbage bag to take to a garbage dump, and I could see that I wasn't interested in starstones at all.

But I'm talking about Mr. Rosé, so maybe there's a complicated thought that can't be said in a single bite behind an iron masked expression. I think so, but when this is also clearly affirmed, we could not even mention it in depth as far as we are concerned.

Thus, the star stone of the star dragon "Remote Heads" merged with my favorite battle jacket, and it was this new armor - "Achilleus" - that Flim-named it.

By the way, a name (signature) appears on the left chest of the jacket indicating that Flim created the '000'.

"... like this, you're okay...?

I feel confident and alone with myself as reflected in the book. This is the second time I've come to this city to worry in front of a book like this.

This is another flim that chose the inner part of the jacket for me. My sister chose a cream-coloured turtleneck cable sweater from a few handheld clothes with orthodox blue denim trousers.

I thought it was a little too normal.

"It's just as simple as a man's outfit. A man who can stand out against a woman, that's the man who's beautiful."

And I was confident and wrapped up in Flim.

When I thought about it, even when I was worried about my clothes like this before, I ended up in my usual outfit heading to the rendezvous point. In the end, Hannu was waiting for me in the same outfit as usual at that time, and even Mr. Villey this time, I'm sure you don't need to get that fit.

I went and clapped it out, and Mr. Villey was dressed as active and not reminiscent of the De lettering of the date - what a story that seems real.

It's okay, I'm sure it's okay - I don't know...

"I've been waiting for you, Mr. Rag. Nice of you to come."

――――

Waiting for me in a private room upstairs in the "Beautiful Leg Pavilion of Chamosica", the meeting place, was just what I would call the incarnation of the Goddess of Beauty.

Sudon, there it is.

The moment that figure entered my eyes, a shock was created like being shot through my chest with artillery shells, and my reason was smashed to pieces by wood dust.

I was overwhelmed.

If last night's outfit called Long Length Sweater and Legging Pants can be called Rough, today's stand is the exact opposite.

Put down the shiny blonde hair that I usually turn into a ponytail. High waist skirt in dark blue and balloon silhouette with a pure white frill blouse and a greasy string tie that closely resembles deep red eyes. Is it perhaps the black jacket in velour fabric that is placed on the back of the chair next door?

Dj Lady.

For me, not sure about the differences in fine outfits or anything else, the only outfit I could say was yes, and Mr. Villey was there.

There was so much divinity.

"You came a long way early. Glad to hear it. I just got here, too. Oh, please, have a seat?

Pleasant face. Smiling with a really happy face, Mr. Villey stood up and pointed to the chair across the street with his palm.

But I'm paralyzed in the core of my head and I can't react.

――――

This Mr. Villey is not the same as when we first met in Lunatic Babel, or when Hannu and I came to visit us in the hospital room at a meeting to decide which cluster we belong to. It was completely separate, it was a different kind - yes, it entailed a completely different atmosphere.

"... Mr. Rug?

By analogy, Mr. Villey, whom I have met so far, always housed a similar sharpness at the tip of the knife. If I had to, I would hold the sword in its hand and wield it - I think that such air seeped out of nowhere.

But not today.

Exactly, if you say so - a potion if you stand, a peony if you sit, a lily flower if you walk. I can't believe there's a woman who actually embodies this word.

"- It's okay, Mr. Rug? It hardened as soon as I came in... what's wrong with you?

I noticed Mr. Villey's face in front of me.

"- Huh!? Shh, excuse me!?

Just like last night, I jumped back with an electric reaction when I was in love too much and lost myself.

- Oh, don't... I just said that to Hannu, what are you mocking me about?

"What's really going on? That's what happened yesterday, but maybe you can't?

"Yes, no, no, eh! Don't do that. Shh! Oh, shit, yeah, the vibe was totally different than usual, so bi, I'm surprised...!

I waved my neck and my hands in haste to deny to Mr. Villey, who worried me with a cloudy expression.

"Oh, this?

Then, Mr. Villey flickered and let him pick the hem of his skirt with one hand.

"It's been a while since I've tried putting my sleeves through... could that be so weird? I used to dress like this before I became an explorer."

If you ask me that question, I'll have to grab my fist and answer it like this with all my might.

"You look great on! Oh, my God! You look great. Yikes!!

Asserting with a voice from the bottom of her belly, Ms. Villey gave a slightly surprising look, but quickly broke her mouth.

"Yes, that's good. Thank you. It means it's worth choosing clothes for your temper."

――

My soul rose to heaven when I said that and smiled gladly at Mr. Villey.

Sometimes a spear pierces my heart.

Somehow, it is such a contradiction.

Gold bars on ghosts, whips on running horses, clothes clear to Mr. Villey.

Too strong a combination.

Rather too cowardly for my palpitations to suck.

- Oh, that? The landscape in front of me is getting gruesome and distorted......?

"... ha... ha... ha... ha... ha!

The dodgy dodgy, early bell beating heart was still about to burst through the sternum and pop outside.

"La, Mr. Lag? Mr. Rug? Ho, are you sure you're okay? My face is kind of bright red and my eyes are a little scary...?

"La, la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la..."

Mr. Villey gave me a little support for my body, which was hyperventilating too often and was turning my eyes. He takes me straight to the table.

Slowly lower your hips to the chair, being careful not to drop your cranky and rocking head somehow.

"What do you say, Mr. Rag? Don't you feel bad? Oh, can I have some water?

"Ha, ha..."

Mr. Villey served me the chill I had on the table. With my head lit all over my body, I will ask for it. [M]

and.

……

I put my mouth on it and found out that the cup I received had no ice that should have been in it, and the water was warm.

I, the boulder, could see this cause and effect right away. Maybe the ice has melted, he said.

Mr. Villey told me earlier, 'I just got here, too,' but I'm sure that's a sweet lie. I also came here fifteen minutes before my appointment, but Mr. Villey must have come here earlier than that and waited for me.

"I'm so sorry, I think I made you do everything I could..."

"Oh, no, I'm not just... I'm, uh, I'm calming down, and it's okay, it's okay."

"Mr. Villey was just too pretty and his chest was painful," he said dumbfoundly, hastily correcting the track.

To Mr. Villy, who seems sorry, I'm the one who's sorry and I can't help but raise my voice.

"Well, more importantly, why don't you order something? Um, I'll make an iced coffee. What do you want with Mr. Villey?

"Huh? Yeah... well, I'll have a royal milk tea"

"Leave it to me, I'm good at ordering."

- What the fuck are you talking about? I am!? What are you good at ordering!? Anyone can do that, my idiot, idiot!?

With deep regret, "SEAL" connects you to the system in the store.

"... that?

A strange voice leaked unexpectedly.

"? What's wrong, Mr. Rug?

"Huh? Oh, no, hey, why... su, sorry, I'll order it right away."

"You don't have to panic. We still have plenty of time."

Ugh, and smiling gently, Mr. Villey sits across the street from the table. Even the lowering of his hips to keep his skirt from pinching with his hands around his buttocks had a smelling beauty.

That's not if you're in love again. When I removed my gaze from Mr. Villey, I stared at the AR screen that I had shown in front of him.

Why do you do that, because it is simply hard to see?

Are the eyes out of focus, or is the AR screen showing strangely? Or both. The AR screen, which should show the menu of this store, is subtly blurred like a mosaic, so it doesn't read well.

- [Also].

Something like this happens from time to time. So was the misorder the other day when I was talking to Mr. Ashley here.

Well, even so, I don't have a problem with surgical control in battle, and it's not a big deal if something weird happens, and I don't really care because it'll be fixed soon.

And I was just trying to tell which one was ice coffee and which was royal milk tea, and all of a sudden the display of the AR screen returned to normal without any foretaste.

I stroke my chest down and register my order for two with the in-store system.

Of course, but I also did a "SEAL" cross self-check, and I went to the hospital once to see a specialist teacher.

In conclusion,

"That's no big deal"

That was it. The point is, it's like migraines and tinnitus, which often happens to people who do, and it's rarely common even for people who don't?

"You must be tired or stressed. It's like a common occupational disease if you're an explorer. Rest well and hang out well."

That was the teacher's conclusion. At all, Explorer is a profession like work. Not to mention I've had a little too many things lately. I'm not conscious, but maybe I'm a little nervous.

This needs to be properly cured by the joint exploration with Mr. Villey and the others.

"- Again, thank you for coming today, Mr. Rug. I'm so glad you responded to my sudden invitation."

Villey smiled and talked to me after I anticipated ordering from SEAL.

I was finally feeling more comfortable, but with that in mind, I started getting nervous again.

Anyway, the target is [um] Miss Sword, Mr. Villey. Even if we think about it without this beautiful beauty, how can we not focus on our shoulders in front of the most powerful corner of young explorers and famous figures?

Will this be the case since I was invited to dine at a fancy restaurant a while ago? There was Mr. Karel at that time, but this time it's authentic, and it's just the two of us in a private room.

How awesome.

"Oh, uh, hey, thanks for the sun pattern, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!?

With a gentle deep red gaze, Mr. Villey grins at me, chewing.

"Don't be so nervous? Because I said I'd invite you on a date, but I'm not taking you for a meal. As I said yesterday, think of it as an extension of the next Joint Explore meeting."

"Ha ha...!

I nod somehow as I correct my posture like a stick was put in my back.

Come to think of it, it's an amazing story. Until a while ago, they called me "Bo Hancer" - and some of you would still call me that - because this is how I'm facing each other in the position of being one of the top groups, Mr. Villey and "Cluster Leaders". It's like a dream situation.

"It's just - you suddenly surprised me last night, and I'm sorry. I don't know what I'm talking about, but I have to move on to action as soon as I think about it. So often Cal - Karellen pisses me off too... no, this is not what leaders do."

"I think it's important to share information and meetings," he said, "because we need...!

I follow Villey, who mocks herself lightly. Then Mr. Villey smiled,

"Right. - But me, I've been saying this for a long time, and it's not like you don't have a heart? I've always been interested in you. Actually, that could be half of what we're here for today."

"Huh...?

I was just as vain as a fast poke, and I spilled a weird voice out of my throat.

Mr. Villey pokes his elbows at the table, puts his jaw over his assembled fingers, and, no, no, pours a deep red gaze into my face.

"Actually, this is how I always talk straight when scouting for a Knights crew. If we were together for a day or so, we wouldn't say all of it, but we'd know who we were, right?

"Uh...?

"Talk straight from the front and you'll see all kinds of sides of what you like and don't like. So it would be great to talk about it, if it felt right, right? At that time, I'm asking you to keep your head down. Please be my knight."

"Ha ha..."

A bad feeling raises and lowers my spine over and over again. Huh, Hanu's words came back to my ear this morning.

'Oh, and. Be careful today. I don't know about that fox because I haven't given up on Lato yet. I don't know what I'm going to do. Why don't you take your guard off?

- No way...

Honestly, Hannu is too worried, even less so now - and let's admit he bracketed a high somewhere in his mind. Because I'm already the leader of one cluster, and now not only Hanu, but Rosé and Flim are members.

Yet.

What makes you think that Mr. Villey still wants me to be a member of the Knights?

But.

"Sure, I told you before, didn't I? This is how I..."

Mr. Villey raised one hand, extended his index finger and made him take the form of a pistol. Stand still with the muzzle pointed at me, meditating on one eye,

"- Because I will never let you get away with it. Be prepared."

The van, and the gesture of shooting a bullet, jumps up the forefinger that stands out on the barrel of the gun.

For a moment, the invisible bullet shot through my heart again, and the truth is, I stopped breathing.

At the same time, it feels like sweat erupts from pores all over your body.

"Words then are nothing but strength and nothing. Can I ask you something? About you. I need to know a lot. Mr. Rug...... No, [Rug Dishardt]?

With a smile like Nico and Goddess, Mr. Villey proclaims.

"I haven't given up on you yet."

Accommodate the sharpness of the prey in the deep red eye.