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

"I suddenly nibbled and fell asleep? Han."

"Oops? I'm sorry about this. No, thanks to the [pawn] I found the other day, something a little funny happened."

"Funny thing?

A corner of an open cafe.

A long, dark body and a young girl dressed in a kimono as a playgirl sat opposite each other under a parasol that blocked the raucous sunlight. Each has a drink with about half the contents reduced placed on the table in front of it.

The red kimono girl - Agniel - was blaming him for seeing a grin in the mouth of a man who was the other side of the journey, asking creepy questions.

Agneal rocks his long, unconstructively tied silver hair, allowing his gaze to swim through the universe.

"Pawn the other day...... oh, of that little kid (shudder) who got tangled up on the side of the road?

While letting Praprapra play with his barefoot, which did not reach the ground when he sat in the chair, Agnir appropriately flipped the drawer of his memory and mouthed the image as it came out. I don't know how you can call someone else a child or anything, but there's nothing tempting about that tone.

Hiding her gaze with sunglasses, Kuniya nods with her mouth corner slightly caught.

"Yeah, was it Niebeth, or Niebis? Well, it's an individual with that name. Nie, let me call you that. No, you were really lucky to meet him. We've got some unwanted information."

"Oh, sure." Explorers like Brave Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha Cha said something like that... but that's not enough. Did you?

Lighting the light of curiosity in the pale of his right eye and in the red of his left eye, Agniel also asks, lifting the edge of his lips again.

Don't you feel like it has to be black until you drink, Kuniya grabbed a glass of iced coffee with no syrup or milk in it and put her mouth on the straw.

"Yeah," it's the brave Beowulf. Actually, the other day, Nie, I let the public know what you had, but this was another strange development. Would you like to see it?

Saying, Kuniyi offers an empty hand and asks Agnir to shake his hand. Share the "SEAL" AR screen in direct contact.

Then, all of a sudden Agnir pointed his lips and swelled, shaking his neck to the side.

"Slightly wow, that's awkward. Be sure to tell me from the mouth of Kuniya Han."

"Ooh, ooh. Well, it's troublesome to go back to the log."

When Gunyi was convinced to pull his hand in, Agnir leaked a dissatisfied voice. It pisses off the thin shoulder of the peel, shaking his head once again.

"Shit, let's do it. When you come into contact with a lady like ours, make sure you have proper gloves. Is that a gentleman's taste or something?

To the girl pointing at the two and that, Kuniya stared over her sunglasses at my hand in pitch-black leather gloves and, oh, slapped her on the knee.

"Whoa, this is... Thank you very much. You're right, forgive me. Lady?"

Placing the glass on the table, with his hands on his chest, Kuniya finally meets with a smile. Confirm that figure with a flush with Agnell turning his back again, and, uh-huh, laugh.

"If you know what I mean, fine."

"Thank you Happiness"

Upon finishing playing a largely meaningless dimension, Kunyi returned the story to its main point.

"Now, let me explain as I cross the line. The other day, Siglos sent you here to fail - what the world calls the" Volkling Circus case, "but what to hide, that" brave Beowulf "was the one who defeated Siglos, the artifact holder.

"Huh? Well, that's the special information Nie Chan took?

In response to the query, Khun Yi put his long legs together under the table and gently strapped his shoulders to show them.

"No. For this level of information, I'm rolling over there on Collective Net. But Nie, it was from here that you were interesting. Oh, my God, he knew Beowulf in real life. It's also enough to explore shoulder to shoulder"

"Huh? There was a coincidence."

"Yeah, absolutely."

Kuniya, who can read the memories of pawned individuals, naturally knows that Niebeth and Beowulf are not in the kind of mood they can call 'acquaintances', etc. But while I understand that Beowulf and Niebeth are never friendly relationships, I don't explain that to Agneel simply because you talk faster.

Pi, with his index finger up, Kuniyi continues.

"That too, is. Nie, according to your memory, the brave man in the case cleared the extra stage in the orbital elevator there the other day. Don't you think it's amazing?

"... Ekusu Torasuji?

The Odd Eye girl parroted back an unfamiliar word.

"Yeah, extra stage - I mean, that's a hidden room. Other sites (relics) have similar, also known as special rooms, exception areas, transcendence fields, etc."

"Phew... So, what's the point? It's a big name, though."

The girl in the kimono casually cut off the hook Yi who said the way she took it around. Shit, man's ass slips on the chair.

"... I hear you have no body or lid, Agnir... here's the thing, hidden elements of the labyrinth have boyish romance or something?

"I don't. But yeah, I'll get out of the way, that's all. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Agneel slapped down frustratingly the blackening claim that he cared more about the atmosphere. Sighing, relentless.

"This is tough...... well don't be so angry. I'll explain it properly."

No longer did Agnir even reply raw, he reached for his matcha milk with a small hand and a slightly different half-eye pointed at Kuniya. You make a noise and suck straw.

He was slightly disappointed by the poor reaction, but when he regained his mind, he again engraved a grin on his mouth and began to speak with pleasure.

"Simply put, it's an extra playspace. Hi [Guardian], it seems that some of you have shaken out your sense of humor. Extra stages designed by such people have a lot more powerful SBs (security bots) than usual, or traps that are not so easy to escape, with really hard tricks. Of course, just being vicious is too mean. Powerful artifacts and valuable information are available as rewards commensurate with that difficulty. Is this the guy they call a mountain of treasure?"

treasure. Agnir's eyebrows jumped perfectly on the word.

"- Heh? There's no danger there.

As soon as I let my eyes shine, I rise with my feet on the seat of the chair and embark myself on the table.

In an unexpected meal, Kuniya answers as she leans her neck slightly.

"? Right. When it comes to the most understandable extra stage, is it still the deepest part of Dragon Forest? The legendary dragon, the magical realm of the Emperor (Kaisel) trekking. Not a single one has stepped into that place and returned - [they say]"

In a remarkable way, Kuniya said. But is Agnell aware or not?

"Hey, Hokuyi Han, if you do that, Sole, how about you go with us?

In the wind that exciting chest highs could not be suppressed, the girl suggested so with stardust scattered across her pale and red eyes.

Come here. Kuniya finally understands. what the girl wants.

He puts his hands up like a wall, shakes his neck strictly to the side, and controls Agnir.

"Oh, you shouldn't, Agnell. We are now staying in this city in the name of" gathering information that made it look like a vacation between bundles. "I don't have trouble getting raped by you. But even now, plans elsewhere are in motion."

Speaking calmly, Agniel's face, which had been painted with joy, turned and sank in a grumpy mood. Shton, and lower his back to the chair, pointing his lips, and turning to Tung and Sou.

"... no need to hang on... no need to hang on..."

To Agnir, whose child was obstinate in appearance, Kuniyi looked silent, flaunting his shoulders, for God's sake.

"Let's get back to it, shall we? Anyway, the brave man has cleared the extra stage so hard. And Nie, you were on the spot. This is what I said earlier," Unwanted information. "Anyway, if we hadn't met Nie by chance, this information would have remained secret from the public. That day, Nie, you were really lucky to bump into me and get involved."

"Well, to put it the other way, I didn't do anything unfortunate to that nigger."

tickle, and agneel sarcasm that stabs the needle. Kuniya slightly boosts her voice just outside of her heart.

"No, that's not true. If you say it in the wind, there's just life, isn't there?

To the manipulation of the man, ugh, and Agniel spilled a glossy grin.

"Well, what if [that] did it in such a way that it could be said alive?

Just because you see what an appropriate excuse is, the girl pointed a bewitching flush at the man, not commensurate with her appearance. Though young, there is a [woman] lurking behind her eyes.

That's it, and a shoulder clatter.

"Ooh, ooh. It's still tough. I wonder, would you fix my mood if I ordered an extra cake?

"Oh? I don't want you to think of me as a light woman.

Make no outspoken, uh-huh, and Agneel laughs mean. Gu Yi can only exhale.

"That's too bad. So will you stop caking"

"No, wow, don't even say eat it. Huh?

For a moment, Gunyi's movements stopped at Agnir, who said it was obvious. Slightly, then he grins and gives a palm.

"Damn, you're neat, you are. Now go ahead and take whatever you want from the menu."

"Oh, dear. - What about the" unwanted information "and the unwanted use of Hanzo Kuniya?

Agniel urged the conversation to continue while calling the open cafe ordering system from the wolf and "SEAL".

Gu Yi nods one thing and laughs with pleasure.

"Yeah, it seemed really interesting, so I kept the information to myself. You will, won't you? Through the internet, we spread to the end of the world. This is what's happening again."

"Ha ha, don't let that nigga and his creepy face get away?

Rarely did Kunya stick her lips out to Agnir, who groaned with a bottomless look.

"You're disrespectful that you're creepy. Though borrowed, it's supposed to be quite handsome, right?

"Even so, I don't know how to hide half my face with sunglasses."

"Well, that's true.... Oh? So, isn't that going to be an increasingly disrespectful story now?

"Really, that's not weird, is it?

After ordering blueberry tart and then matcha milk replacement, Agniel took it to the point by ignoring the protest of Tsugumi as a matter of course.

Neither did Kuniya try to eat down persistently anymore.

"Simply put, there is a great deal of public opposition to the brave Beowulf. The pile that exits is struck, the tall tree says it falls into the wind, but it is exactly. It's something that went from being famous with little to no one to know, so the reaction must still be huge. Besides, in his case, the fighting style was just something special. Come on, it's tough."

"Special combat style?

"Yeah, that's right. In the alley, it's called Beowulf Style, but this is another very dangerous way to fight. That's what's fashionable with his name, and it seems to be doing a lot of damage to the people who imitated it."

"? With all the damage?

"Anyway, it's a style that [fights for strength at the bottom with a support technique]. There are a number of problems with self-destruction due to over-enhanced forces, as well as Photon Blood's depletion (igzost), and accidents that clash against allies and walls with excessive momentum. The injured are natural, but some of them are dead."

To be ridiculous, Agnell doesn't hide his grudges.

"Well, then again, if you can't defend yourself, do what you deserve."

"Oh, does that sound like it to Agneel?

"-? What's going on?

Agniel asked Gunyi, asking a meaningful question, honestly leaning back at his neck. The man puts a wave of ridicule on his voice and speaks with terrible joy as to why.

"Unfortunately, people don't think they deserve it. Those injured or killed by imitating Beowulf Style are rather" victims. "

"Huh? But, you know, resentment?

Just then Agnell spoke of simple doubts, when the open cafe clerk brought the tart and drinks he had ordered earlier. The conversation often stops until you put them on the table and retrieve the glass that Agnir emptied.

After confirming that the sign of the clerk was completely distant, Kuniyi opened his mouth.

"Right. But even if it seemed like it, if nine out of ten people around you said it was right, in them it would be [justice]. Companions, friends, family, lovers. What the hell would people think of these being hurt or lost under the influence of Beowulf Style? How much stress do they put on them? I'm sure they need an easy to understand" villain. "Because otherwise the injuries and deaths of their loved ones are only foolishness caused by their negligence or shallow cares. Yes, it doesn't matter what reason, it doesn't matter what emotion you have."

"Really, let's get out of here."

Ha, and with a face that made a complete fool of people he had never seen, Agnell threw up.

"- Really, Beo Han, the brave man who was made the spearhead of that asshole's hatred and anger?

"Yeah, in a vulgar way, it's [in flames]."

"It's a disaster."

With a voice as unsympathetic as her mouth, the girl cut off cold. Pick a straw of matcha milk and call it ham.

"Currently, it seems that all those who call themselves" victims "are in a plot to unite and impeach him. No, it's really funny that it's a crowd. It would be repugnant, but it would be delusional, but I can't help but be flushed in a set direction once. High to low as water. Turbulent. Nice to swallow everything, eventually like rage. This doesn't stop for the most part."

"- What the hell is Gunyi Han up to?

Ugh, laughing and pointing a meaningful gaze, the blackened man let it melt away first.

What are you talking about?

"Once again, well, white wow. I've been nagging you while we were talking, so what are you going to do?

To Agnir's mention, Ha Ha Ha, Ha Yi made a deliberate laugh. while pushing up the bridge of sunglasses with black fingers.

"No, no, you're no match, to you. Well done. Look out."

"It's up to you to have fun without it. Oh, my God, let us do nothing."

Guruyi shook his head with great admiration at Agnir, who described the straw with his lips pointed.

"No, as I said earlier, it's not a good idea for us to move on the boulder. Only secretly - yeah, [sneaking]. It's important to keep things secret and quiet."

"Heh heh heh, easy to warm up. Really? What exactly do you do?

Agneel takes the fork, cuts the blueberry tart apart and carries it to his mouth with his empty hand as a receptacle.

"That's right...... there are only a few things you can do though, so the precision would be [a little] level...... what about this? Oh, ears over here."

"Hmm?

As Gongyi invited him with his palms beside his mouth, Agnir swallowed the tart in his mouth, then rose again on the chair and climbed out onto the table with his hands. As I tried to bring my left ear closer to the lips of Gunyi,

"Oh, let me tell you something first, if it's bad like breathing in your ears, maybe. Hmm?

"... let's carve it deep into our hearts"

The girl turned her ear to the man who answered after placing a subtle moment.

Whisper.

"... eh? Soya, Sora..."

To Agnir, who is about to say something back, Kuniyi stumbles on something more.

Then, Picun, and the silver willow brow bounced rhythmically. Would he have pinned his ear and tail if he were a dog?

"... oh, yes, yes, don't feel like it. Oh, those ladies, too? Humph..."

Well, Agnir's mouth gets loose on. Ethereal and red eyes also turned into childlike faces looking forward to birthday presents, contrary to bowing. Ugh, uh-huh, and the laughter spills.

"- And well, here's what I'm thinking. Enjoy a little pastime and hope we can finally figure out who he is"

At the end of the conversation, Gunyi took his mouth off Agnir's ear and deposited his weight on the back of the chair.

"So, that's what happened after that. As soon as things converge, no matter what the outcome is, shall we return to you once and for all? When it's time to go home, you'll find out that" Vacation to Collect Information "is" Vacation to Collect Information. "

It was as soon as Khunyi told it in a mild tone.

"Ah..."

Agniel, who was now leaping his chest, froze perfectly, turning and clouding his face.

It was such a change of expression, as when I came to inflate my expectations and buy my favorite things, but that was all I was selling out at the sales office.

"... Seya... Fun times are long overdue... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

As it represents a plummeting tension, haha, he leans down with a deep sigh, Agnir lowering his back to the cursoriness and seat of the chair. That appearance was also similar to the way balloons squeezed.

"Oh no? I thought Agnir would be very happy... but he initially wanted to go home early. And if you stay here, don't you smoke it too?

"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. And it's not like this."

Unexpectedly, Agnir, who had completely bent his umbilical cord, stabbed the fork clutterfully into the tart, and opened his big mouth and cheeked all at once. Poop, turn around, mog and chew like squirrels.

Kuniya has no idea why she swells.

…… I call it the female heart and the autumn sky, but no, it's not. "

Shoulders flattered, dude blurry.

Gokun, and Agnille, who swallowed the sweets without savoring much, turned to herself as she moved on to the sunglasses of Kunigi with a full face,

"You really are a dull person. Already. Let's get out of the way. Let's have some fun later. That brave man... brave man..."

"Brave Beowulf?

"That's it, brave Beowulf. You don't have that kid. Are you gonna show me the ugliness? I'm gonna look out for you."

"Right, let's have some fun together"

With only a glimpse of consent on that point, Kuniya turned her face in a direction that would cut her gaze to the side.

Blindfolded by dark-colored sunglasses, her gaze unreadable eyes turn diagonally upwards to see somewhere far away.

Eventually, deepening the grin on his mouth, he muttered to no one like this.

"- No, it's a big deal. Celebrities are…"

As the cynical whisper dissolved in the air, the ice of ice coffee made a noise, Karan.

■

Immediately after the pronouncement of the impossibility of forbidding war, the iced coffee and royal milk tea, which I had ordered just in time, arrived and once the conversation between me and Mr. Villey had broken off.

What showed up in the offering was a waitress with active redhead and dazzling bare feet stretching out of a miniskirt - Aquina, a billboard daughter.

There's supposed to be other waitresses, but somehow lately, I feel like she often brings me items for orders by decision. Is it my assumption?

Anyway, it's a good job, I wanted to tell Mr. Aquina. Send a glass of thunder to her before me and a saucer with a cup in front of Mr. Villey.

but.

"Now, take your time."

Shortly after Mr. Aquina left the room with a nice smile, the private room door was locked again.

Not me, of course.

It's Mr. Villey.

The key to this room can only be locked from the inside via the in-store system from "SEAL". Even though I didn't send you any commands, that's what I meant when I got a message from the in-store system saying, 'The door lock has run correctly'.

Shin, and the indoor quiets back down.

In the meantime, Mr. Villey moved. Royal milk tea grabbed a cup poured into my hand,

"... Nevertheless, as I said, I'm not going to take it and eat it, so don't worry about it? I also like Princess Xiaolong. I don't want her to hate me."

Mouth gracefully.

"Ah, ha... yes..."

I was both relieved and weakened by Mr. Villey's words. Good, I was in a great hurry to see if maybe I got caught up in a clever trap.

But I don't want Hanu to hate me, Mr. Villey said, but as far as I can tell this morning, that also feels like it's too late. Or maybe if Mr. Villey gave up on our gains, we could build a good relationship.

"Besides, shall we finish what we have to do first?"

The cup was returned to the saucer, and Mr. Villey tightened his expression slightly.

"That virtual space you or Ashley got lost in, though I've already heard a lot about it - according to Karellen's validation, it's by a very poorly intentioned designer. When this happens, you should also see some kind of nasty trap in the locked room. Let's discuss the measures first."

"Yes, sir"

I am overwhelmed by the power of Mr. Villey, who just changed from a lady to a senior explorer's face. It was as if Billy and the indoor air had charged.

"Mr. Rag, could you give me a hand?

"What?"

"I want to exchange data with SEAL. Direct contact is faster, isn't it?

Suddenly they said it in the face, so I don't think it's so much trouble because it's between Navers, but I swallowed up the dialogue.

"Ha, ha."

Rub your right hand with the hem of the jacket in a hurry and hold the delicate hand offered. Just like before, I am thrilled with the softness of silk when I don't think it belongs to a very swordsman. If sword strikes are also extreme, is it rather something that makes your hands soft and smooth like this?

Mr. Villey's temperature flows directly from his connected hand, and his chest palpitations just happen to get worse.

"Take a look at this first. It's a tactical plan I've been discussing with Karellen and consolidating some."

The images sent by Mr. Villey's SEAL appear as several AR screens in front of me.

――――

As soon as I was able, I forgot to even breathe in the absurd situation of holding hands with Mr. Villey.

I lose my words and I can't help but notice the content of the three tactical plans using multiple formations.

Wow. What an elaborate operational descriptive diagram. All of this is explained and predicted in a slight and detailed manner. I've never seen such a solid Explore tactical plan.

But...

"What do you think? Although it is an ABC, I intend to use it separately depending on the circumstances. The basic form is Plan A. Assuming, for example, that the Guardian is stationed in each room, the enemy type basically breaks up into offensive or defensive types."

"Ahhh!?

I accidentally blocked Mr. Villey's commentary and raised my voice.

Fortunately, Mr. Villey looked back at me without anger, staring back at me with the deep red eyes that were pointing at the AR screen.

"What's going on? Could something have gone wrong with the data?

"Yes, no, not...!

I'm sure there's not a single problem with a plan that would have been made repeatedly through crushing consideration. But there was something I really had to check.

Never mind, ask questions.

"Um, duh, why - why, [are we at the rear of every plan]?

I couldn't sign all this on a boulder. Every one of the three tactical plans, Mr. Villey and the Knights of Pale Red Flames, stands on the arrow, and our Bullish Violet Jokers are the safest place - in other words, handed out to play.

I don't think it's an insult or a slight placement. To Mr. Villey, to Mr. Carrell, it shouldn't be the people who do that. So I couldn't really overlook this point alone.

Although.

"Oh, about that?

To my point, Mr. Villey nodded in the wind that there was nothing to it. She answers my question by breaking the hard, tight look. [M]

"Naturally. I told you, didn't I? This time it's both a thank you and an apology from us, so let me get this one fully working. You're the ones who saved Ashley's life. This time, I won't let the slightest danger get any closer."

"So..."

That said, there will be a limit to boulders. This is a de facto rate in the name of joint exploration.

I raised my voice as I fought fear against myself as I disputed Mr. Villey. Then,

"Oh, I'm sorry if I misled you. You don't have any other intentions? I'm not going to treat you like a bunch of people. As far as this joint exploration is concerned, we are loyal knights of you Bullish Violet Jokers. Don't hesitate to take advantage of it."

…………

"It's okay, I won't let you guys touch a finger. I need you to stay on the big ship."

I know it's a heartfelt word, not a glory or a vanity. In his confident assertion, there was a piercing rock that made him think that the boulder was the leader of the top group.

But - this is too disproportionate.

I can't believe we're taking all the rewards for the full fight.

It's not Hanu, but it's too convenient for us and creepy the other way around. No, it's rude to say it's creepy, so would it be more appropriate to say it's ill-suited?

Yes, this is - too much for a boulder.

I knew I couldn't take it.

"Oh, you know, Mr. Villey... you say, after all, we don't have to do that..."

"Oh, what are you talking about, Mr. Rug? Honestly, I don't think this is enough, do I? If it's anything else..."

"What!?

When I tried to apologize for the offer, an even more outrageous statement popped up. I raise my voice aloud in heaven.

"Duh, that's it -!?"

I accidentally leaked the truth as it was.

'Cause I don't care what you think, it doesn't fit. No matter how many Villey and the others see us as the "benefactor of Mr. Ashley's life," will that be enough reason for you to do so?

I just can't believe that even the top group, The Knights of Pale Red Flames, is thankful to be exploring with me, but that's still not enough... Mostly, I got a lot of help on Mr. Ashley's case, even Flim. If you are the benefactor of life, so is Mr. Ashley to us. There's something about swordsmanship guides, and I still couldn't have sweetened them any more to that generosity over there.

But.

"… there seems to be a slight misunderstanding"

The tone of Mr. Villey's voice dropped a step. Mr. Villey stretches out his free hand and lays it over the hand connected to me. He grabbed my right hand with both hands and shot in a deep red gaze.

"Mr. Rag, I wonder if you could answer one question. Suppose, one day, suddenly, you don't know where Princess Xiaolong is, how would you feel?

"What...?

To the sudden question, I eat. But Mr. Villey looked at me with a serious look on his face and asked me repeatedly.

"Of course, I can't get in touch with you. We also know that no one else is beside Princess Xiaolong. Now, how do you feel? Imagine that."

That's settled. I don't even have to think of it.

"And I worry..."

"How long?

The next question came up without getting my hair in.

"It's huge, too."

"Specifically?

I twist my head and answer the question that I can fold up early on without understanding its intentions.

"Uh... it hurts in the back of my chest... I can't be there or not... and... maybe... I'll pop up to go find it..."

He might be dead by then.

"- Huh!?

Guthali came. The moment Mr. Villey told me that, I only hallucinated for a moment that Hanu could really have died. There is sharp pain running around Mizo.

"I don't even know where you are. I don't even know what's going on. Princess Xiaolong is in such a situation and you are very worried - at that time, a handler found out where Princess Xiaolong is. What do we do?"

"Shh, I'll be right there! I'll rush! Whatever happens, never!

"But that's a very dangerous place. You, too, might as well wipe out every one of your people. Still going?

I wasn't lost for a moment.

"I'm coming! I'm on my own!

Forgetting that it was a hypothetical story, I froze and assured him.

Kokuri, Mr. Villey nods.

"... when you got to Princess Xiaolong's place, there was already someone else there who was saving her from a crisis of absolute despair. Good for you. - Now, what do you think of that person, Rag?

"- Ah...!

Having come so far, I finally understood Mr. Villey's intention to ask questions.

I mean, what Mr. Villey wanted to say was [that].

I saw the color of understanding from my expression, and Mr. Villey softened his expression.

"... could you understand? How grateful I am to you."

"Uh..."

Mr. Villey lays his eyes down while I'm stuck in words.

"You have saved my dear family, benefactor of life. This is a hypothetical story - if the same thing happens again, and that will save the lives of that child and the other knights, I don't even hate to kneel at your feet and mouth them on your toes."

"Kneel - dude...!?

My heart dances a tap dance to a gentle tone, not really, analogy. I accidentally pictured it in my head.

But Mr. Villey doesn't break his serious look.

"You wouldn't be surprised, would you? If you were in the same situation, you'd do the same thing. The reaction is the most important evidence."

Sure, if you ask me - if Hannu or Mr. Rose, Flim is in a crisis of absolute desperation. If anyone would have saved such a pinch.

I'm sure I won't get lost. If you told me to do it, I'd lick it behind my shoes. Sure.

"So consider Ashley for me the same as Princess Xiaolong for you, Rag. That way you'll also know how much I appreciate it. And I don't think I'd feel anything like 'how did you get there' if I knew that. What do you say?"

…………

I don't have a word to give it back.

Because if that really happens, there's nothing to be thankful for. Not Mr. Rosé, but I must have decided I was ready to throw everything but my life.

Gyu, and Mr. Villey's hands hold my hand hard.

"... please, Mr. Rag. If you think of us, please let me repay you until you feel better about us. I know I'm only self-satisfied, but it doesn't suit my sexuality to be borrowed. Right?"

As if to plead, says Mr Villey. Shit, I try to escape reflexively because I come close to my face with the momentum to get myself out of the table, but even if I'm grabbed by my hand, it's also irresistible.

Most importantly, when you can look all the way out of your beautiful deep red eyes, it's something like this - very, very troublesome.

"- Yes..."

In the end, I snorted as I thought. [M] There was nowhere else to go.

"Thank you. I'm so glad."

Then Mr. Villey smiled with a bright voice delighting from the bottom of her heart as if the rose buds would blossom.

Once the conversation had settled, the joint exploration meeting was once again advanced.

Even so, I just finished getting an overview from Mr. Villey. [M]

When it ends without delay,

"Speaking of which, can I ask you something? It's a private matter, so if you don't want to, you don't have to answer."

And, Mr. Villey encouraged a change of subject.

"Yes, what is it?

Here he comes, and alertness brings his neck in his head. The fact that the exploratory meeting is over and the story changes must mean that the story originated from 'the bottom line', which Mr Villey himself said earlier.

The question presented before me was truly mediocre and unexpected.

"Rag, why did you want to be an explorer?

"Huh...?

I blink at an unexpected question.

"Me, I became Explorer...?

"Yeah, the reason. If you don't mind, could you tell me? Oh, that doesn't make any sense, does it? Because this is a question of curiosity."

Softly narrowing her eyes, Ms. Villey put her mouth on a slightly cooled royal milk tea.

…………

I often lose my words and get hardened. [M]

- Why I became an explorer.

I threw my hometown, flying under my grandmother and flim, holding my grandfather's figurative weapon as a mountain, into an extremely dangerous battlefield - the cause.

Now, that's something I never dreamed I'd be asked about, so my head turned white.

When I was stiff like that, Mr. Villey changed his expression as if he had guessed something.

"... I'm sorry, could that have been something I shouldn't have asked...?

I rather panic because it's something that I regret asking questions and looks terribly awkward.

"Oh, yes, what...! Oh, that's not true. Shh! No, but..."

I wave my hands and try to deny it - but I can't help it, and the movement becomes powerless.

What did I say?

Ha ha, and I scratch my back of my head and laugh lovingly.

"Well, I don't know what to say... Well, it's hard to explain..."

"It's okay, Mr. Rug. Forget about that one. If you don't want to, you don't have to talk about it."

"Yes, eh, eh, no! It's not like that!

When Mr. Villey looks sorry, it gets kind of hard on me. I didn't like it and raised my voice reflexively, shook my head loudly and denied it.

"Well... why did I become an Explorer... what would you say?"

How can I explain it? Udauda and his lost heart also appear in the movement of his hands, and I assemble the words while making meaningless movements in my hands.

First, if you say that in a nutshell,

- Actually, my parents were explorers.

Will it be?

My parents are Explorers, and their children are Explorers. This is not unusual, as is often the case. In fact, so is Mr. Villey.

However, Mr. Villey still noticed the subtle rhetoric.

…… Was an explorer...... [like]?

…………

Yes, it is. I think myself it's a terribly distorted way of saying it, while keeping it to myself.

――

Then again Mr. Villey looked stiff and tried to open his mouth. Maybe you're going to apologize again for not making good predictions.

So I took control of the front desk and added:

"- Oh, uh, let me tell you something, I'm not talking about dying right after I was born."

"Huh?... Really?

In the meantime, Mr. Villey, who was about to open his mouth, became Kyoton. Tilt your neck, what do you mean? And he asks me out of the question.

"Ha, maybe... well, I think he's alive... I'm sure."

"Maybe? I'm sure...?

Mr. Villey's expression deepened the colour of confusion even further. He frowned and is trying to understand my words somehow.

"Uh..."

What should I do? I get lost in words. It's really hard to explain. Or so, it doesn't feel good to cut the story out here.

"- I'm sorry, Mr. Rug. I don't know how to understand... let me sort this out. I mean, your parents are alive and you still have Explorer as your business...... right?

"Yes.... maybe, what..."

To me with a broken tooth, Mr. Villey put his arm around me and thought, um... No, I know. I can't put it that way. [M]

Mr. Villey cares about me, and he steps in reluctantly.

"... what does that mean," maybe "? From now on, maybe, I'm sure, it sounds like I'm repeating it in a subtle way..."

"... excuse me..."

I couldn't help but notice the words of apology rushing out of my mouth. Then Mr. Villey smiled and shook his head,

"It's okay, I don't care. This way, I'm sorry I seem to have rushed you. Rag, at your pace, can I talk to you for a second?

"... thank you"

I bowed my head deeply to Mr. Villey's kindness. Then take a deep breath and never speak the heart of your will.

- I don't know about my parents.

――……

Mr. Villey opened his eyes slightly. Surprising colors mixed with deep red eyes, staring at me seriously.

"I don't know... don't you?

I snorted. [M]

"Amnesia... seems a little different. I know I had parents, and [I think], I've been living with them for a long time. So you should have memories. But..."

My gaze slowly dropped and at some point I was staring at my knees.

"- It's just, [I don't know]. Nothing about my parents. My name, my face, my voice... I didn't forget, [I can't recognize you]. To me."

"Recognition, I can't...?

I snort. [M]

"I still have all the pictures, the footage and the logs. I also have a grandmother and cousin, so you can listen to as many parents as you want. There are many, really many clues about my parents. But... [I don't know]."

It still is. No matter how much I try to remember my father and mother, nothing comes to mind. Only the empty contour is there, and there should have been [something] in it, but I don't know that [something] completely.

"I can't tell which is my father and which is my mother when I look at the pictures. I don't recognize it well. When you listen to your parents from your grandmother, you don't listen well or you get noisy. Sometimes when it's terrible, the voice itself can't recognize it. I think maybe you're putting your head straight. How did this happen, I don't know. I went to the doctor, but it didn't heal."

――――

I could tell by the signs that Mr. Villey was out of line. That would be so. If you're in the opposite position, I've decided not to pull either.

"I don't know if it's lettered. It's supposed to be written in letters that I can read, but I can't read it at all like it's only become an ancient letter. Let the reading software read it, it won't get to your head. So before I became an explorer, I was so scared sometimes. The truth is, my parents are still right next to me... I thought you were next door, touching me or talking to me. But I just can't see, hear or recognize you, and your father and mother are sad."

"... Mr. Rag..."

Sinking Mr. Villey's voice. All the time I put my hand on my lap and held my jeans tight and tight.

"... but I know the contour. I can't recognize anything that's directly related to your father or mother, but I just know right around it. If the wind blows, and the sand dances, it's like you can read the movement. So there are a few things I know."

The traces left by the two of you, the surrounding situation, and the information you have in your hands with conjecture and reflection are in this hand.

"One of them is that my parents were, or still are, explorers. How do you know that, first of all, because my grandparents were also explorers, and my cousin - named Flim, but the child's parents were also explorers. Maybe Flim's parents, my father and mother were from the same party or cluster. So, if you ask me directly, it doesn't go to my head, but I can deduce that from circumstantial evidence."

Photos, for example. In addition to Flim's parents, there are other people with less familiar faces than the other two. I can't recognize my face or my body shape well for some reason, but I just know [someone is pictured there]. Furthermore, with the information from Flim, "This is a picture of Atashi's father and mother when they were explorers," it is obvious that my parents are the ones pictured there.

It's pictured with Flim's parents when he was an explorer. I'm sure my father and mother were the same explorers.

"More research shows that maybe your father and mother haven't come home. Because there's no such trace. But I don't even think he's dead. At my grandfather's funeral, I checked the records. Since my birth, my grandfather was the only one who had a funeral in my house. If my parents were Explorer, they would have special insurance, and if I couldn't check for cheaper prices for a while, I think I'd get some kind of contact. But neither my grandmother nor Flim seemed to get that kind of contact. So maybe my parents are still alive. He should be alive and exploring in some ruins."

I look up slowly and face Mr. Villy. [M]

Mr. Villey was staring at me with pity in his deep red eyes. The thought of making me look sorry and the gratitude for caring for me springs up in my chest at the same time.

So I laughed. [M] This is not a sad story. To say that it's a hopeful story.

"If you're alive, I'm sure you'll see me again. I can't recognize anything about my parents right now. It's me, but I'm sure if I actually see them, I'll find out. If you see the real thing, you should know that right away, even your father, even your mother. At least that's what I believe. So."

Perhaps the hope is faint.

Maybe I've been seeing my parents for a while and still haven't noticed at all.

It's wrong somewhere, but it's unrecognizable by deadly, and maybe it's bare.

If you do poorly, you may find yourself in deeper despair than you are now.

You may think you'll never recognize your parents again.

All of that, I know. Thinking over and over, worrying, rethinking - I made up my mind on it.

I made up my mind.

"So I became an explorer."

This is my reason.

I dive into dangerous ruins (relics) as an explorer, its roots.

"If you're the same explorer as your parents, you might just see them somewhere. If I became a top explorer and my face and name spread out, you two might notice and come see me. If I were an explorer, I'd see you again - yes, I thought so."

"Mr. Rag..."

I appealed to Mr. Villey, staring at me with an indescribable expression, that I was not depressed, showing a fist I had gripped all the time laughing.

"It's okay, because there's Hanu now, and there's Mr. Rose, and there's Flim. Because I don't miss you, and I enjoy exploring more than that. Not at all."

Then I figured I'd apologize.

"- I'm sorry, I kind of talked weird... and, you know, it's really not a big deal. You know, not being able to recognize my parents, on the contrary, doesn't make me feel lonely... so it's not particularly hard..."

"Enough is enough."

Mr. Villey's voice blocking my mouth was unexpectedly sharp. I'm frightened and hardened when words are blocked like a sword. [M]

Gatan, and kicked the chair and Mr. Villey stood up. Suddenly it passed and there was no screaming.

Mr. Villey came to my side bypassing the table with great momentum as it was.

- Oh, you're pissed off!?

That's what I thought, and I trembled from all over my body. What kind of curse can I be made to curse, or will I be beaten up like Nievez one day? I breathed and closed my eyes reflexively.

- but there was no anticipated anger or shock at all, and on the contrary - a soft, warm feeling accidentally enveloped my head.

- Heh...?

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Rag. You made me talk so hard."

Stimulates nostrils with fierce momentum, I'm not sure what it is, but it smells so good.

Notice.

Maybe Mr. Villey walked up to me and held me.

- Ha ha!?

My consciousness only went away for a moment, but I came right back.

Oh, it was dangerous... no, you can't faint in here. If I fall asleep, I die.

- Kay, but I understand the situation anyway.

I don't know, but I'm being held in a way that buries my face in Mr. Villey's chest right now.

I don't know, but it kind of smells so clean and nice.

I don't know, but my head is wrapped in something very warm and soft.

I don't know, but yeah, okay, I understand the situation properly.

I just don't know what to do.

"- Huh...!?

My whole body got hot as if it had burned up, and my muscles called muscles in my body were tense and I couldn't even speak out.

"There's no excuse, but I didn't mean it. I can't believe a few curious questions hurt you so much... I'm so sorry..."

Mr. Villey, embracing me stiffened by cock cock, began to stroke his head to soften his toddler as he was.

"... but you're splendid, Mr. Rug. You thought you were a straight child with sexual roots, but with such a hard past, you still lived properly forward. You have a very strong heart."

Praised by Mr. Villey. Only then will the joy explode and my chest about to burst. Instead of spines, my whole body freaks out and I don't know why.

Woohoo, no, once again, my heart is hitting the early bell and I'm running out of oxygen to get around my head.

Because I can't do this.

It's just me and Mr. Villey on this occasion right now. It's just the two of us, and it's a locked chamber. They're hugging me like this in a place like that, snuggling up on me.

Body temperature transmitted over thin cloth. Sweet fragrance specific to women, unlike Hannu, Mr. Rosé and Flim.

The brain and "SEAL" seemed to be paralyzed.

No, maybe it's melting.

"... but thanks to you, I understand. Why were you called" I'm a Hancer "until then?

Mr. Villey's hand stroking my head makes a completely different move than Hannu's. Hannu's handwriting is like stroking a dog or cat's hair. But Mr. Villey's was a slow, circular move to compliment students who had achieved good grades.

"... you've been hurt for a long time"

Mr. Villey's voice, which was gentle, accidentally toned him down. The hand that was stroking his head goes down to his back and makes him comfort his wound.

――――

Tosun, and I felt something pierced my chest.

"... there was something about your parents, and that made me lose confidence... and because of that, you couldn't get out strong against anyone. I cowered against others and I always got out poorly... and that turned out to make me blind to who you really are... so the people around me didn't realize what you really were - no, you didn't."

First of all, I thought it was too much. I'm called the "brave Beowulf" monster, but I still have a faint feeling about it. Mr. Ashley calls me "Beowulf" all the time, not by name, so I feel used to hearing about it.

At the same time that I thought Mr. Villey's compliments were flattering, the harp line in my heart was trembling badly.

I can't recognize what concerns my parents, and I was therefore losing confidence - that's how Mr. Villey analysed me.

Though I never thought of it that way myself - but maybe I really did... and I thought so.

I wasn't sure. Someone loved me or felt like I needed to - so I wasn't confident in everything I was.

In the same way, do I really love or need someone? Can that be done properly? I was anxious.

I can't even remember my parents, but will I open my heart to others in red? Also, can you open it?

In a true sense, can we get along with someone?

Maybe that thought was there somewhere. I've been precipitating in the depths of my heart for a long time, and I may have continued to twitch.

When I thought so, the surprises, the joys, the horrors - such floating emotions all at once distant - that are held together by Mr. Villey, who can also be described as an immortal beauty.

Instead, I don't know, tears came in. I wasn't sure if I was happy or shocked that they spotted my [core].

"... but I'm sure Princess Xiaolong saved you. I guess it's because of that kid that you were lonely enough to unleash your true power, huh? 'Cause I was so scared at that time, and I still went out there to help. You must be."

Maybe so. Maybe not. Honestly, I'm not sure.

But Hannu is my first friend.

Except for my family, "enhancers" and "boo-boo" didn't matter about that filter, they looked at me as me properly - it was my first time.

So I really wanted to help. So I jumped into the battlefield. That was all.

"... that's a little regrettable... because I'm one of those people who didn't even notice. I shouldn't have met you so differently than Princess Xiaolong. If this is the case, when I came to this city to gather my first members, I didn't leave it to Karellen to look for me. That way they might have found you..."

Mr Villey says so, but I'm sure that was difficult. I still do, but the likes of Mr. Villey were too dazzling for me then. With so much godliness, I'm sure I couldn't have reacted properly. Besides, it sounds good to say that I used my true power, but I wasn't even aware of my performance back then, as opposed to being confident with myself.

So without Hannu, I wouldn't be here right now. That's all, I'm sure.

Mr. Villey let go of his body when he unwrapped his arm holding my head.

"- Hey, Mr. Rug, why don't we go play now?

Hey, that's what Mr. Villey said with his hands on this shoulder, without any foretaste. Slightly back up, beauty like a goddess approaches.

"-He...?

My head didn't keep up well with the sudden change of subject and I got a weird voice. Repeat patsy and blinking.

Where did the sober atmosphere go until just now? Smile, and Mr. Villey had a full grin.

"It's my date today. We're done talking about the work we have to do, and we still have more time."

Mr. Villey held my hand as he sat down. Both hands.

"To apologize for asking a boring question, it's all my luxury today. Even so, you asked me out, so I was going to do that from the beginning. Come on, let's go!

"Huh? Ah, ahhh......!?

They pull their hands all the time and force them to stand up. All of a sudden, my thoughts flickered, but I stayed the same.

"Of course, I'll have the payment here, too. Rug, all you have to do is stay with me. Yeah, and may I ask what your hobby is? For example, what genre do movies like? Yeah, yeah, you like to move your body? You like that, don't you? If that's the case, I have a good place to go."

Mr. Villey folded in momentum like the swordsmanship ceremony (Phoenix Rave), pulling my arm and walking to the door. Then the private room will be unlocked and a message to that effect will reach my "SEAL" as well.

"Oh, uh, Mr. Villey!? Oh, he said he was going to play..."

"I'll take care of the escort. I'm used to seeing things like this. Speaking of which, Rug, do you like shopping? He's a boy, so I figured you'd see a weapon or something like that? See, I'm called" Miss Sword, "right? Because of that, I often go to see the sword. Maybe even a little collector. When you find something interesting, you buy it. Weird woman, isn't she?

Ugh, Mr. Villey laughs as he pulls my hand and walks down the hallway. I can't find a gap in a talk like a machine gun. [M]

- Maybe you're trying to cheer me up?

I thought so unexpectedly. I can't help but enjoy how I feel when I sink in, and maybe you're trying to inspire me -.

To think so, it was certainly a little unnatural.

Last night he gracefully came to invite me on a date with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. I can't believe that's what I pulled my hand out and took him outside before I heard this reply, talking to Bella Bella, and even showing off his masochistic stories.

"Oh, next time if you like, why don't you come check out my collection? It's not practical, but there are lots of interesting shapes and swords made of strange materials. I'm sure you'll like it, Rag. Speaking of which, Karel Ren also has a strange taste in seeing..."

Mr. Villey sounds like he's having fun while he's supposed to be wearing heeled shoes, but at a really rhythmic pace.

I can't do this concern for no reason - I thought so, I just made myself smile a little bit.

"- Me, if I may, gladly."

Somehow, just to put it into words, Mr. Villey stopped perfectly and looked back this way.

Seriously, staring at my face is about a second.

――――

Eventually, my expression broke.

Even then, Mr. Villey showed me a nice smile as if the rose garden buds were blooming in unison.

Yeah, you're welcome.

Then I was shot through the chest by a divine smile as if the light were shining, and then again my heart burst and roared.

- What am I gonna do... I knew I was gonna die during this date...?