The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

He was riding a carriage with Priest Marin Peradas to the Lords' Hall.

The priest will explain.

The Lords' Hall is located north of Holkerbum, on the tip of a sprinkling neighborhood (Hightown) with many emerging bourgeoisies on the slopes, and is not a large building, but has a garden and refined. And he was smiling.

The carriage stops in good time where the priest finishes his explanation.

"Looks like it's on. Let's get down."

"Yeah."

The priest and I got off the carriage with a high and low difference.

As soon as I got down, I saw a big gate. At both ends of the gate stands out a statue of a brass sheep that is still likely to move.

I also saw the guard's stuffing in front of it.

You made sure we got out of the carriage, big guards approaching from that stuffing.

"This is the Lords' Hall. What can I do for you?

The guard asks in a way he's used to.

"It's Peradas. I have an appointment with the lord."

The attitude of the guards is soft, either because priests always come to complain.

"Ah, you're that priest. Please, proceed inside."

Peradas' facepath makes me and Black Cat (Rollo) gently walk through the gates and onto the grounds.

But instead of a sprinkled corner, isn't it pretty big?

Is there a hundred meters from the gate to the mansion?

On the left and right of the stone road, which runs to the front door, the maintained lawn and flower beds are everywhere, creating a unique atmosphere with longitudinal lights that produce a neglected blue and white light.

In the center of the lawn on the left was also placed a maiden sculpture offering prayers made from huge natural stones.

The blue and white light lights dotted are of different shapes, but I remember they were also installed on the slopes of the Zor family of demonic fog.

Further down the stone road I could see the details of the mansion inhabited by the Count.

It's a spacious two-story, spicy building.

White stone and birch are the main building materials.

At the front there was a terrace roofed entrance supported by two spiral columns, with a low staircase in the form of a sandwich between the columns.

Me and the priest head up the low stairs to the back entrance door under the terrace.

A brown doorway that surrounds a burnt brown color with noticeable wood.

It is a luxurious doorway, as the decorations with animal and Rin women's designs in shades of tea are made to enclose the emblem seen as the crest of the Count's house, which is placed above the center of the doorway.

Since the entire building was bright and close to white, the entrance to this bright tea and scorched brown color was unusually accentuated.

The luxury of being a goldsmith from a door knocker.

Pushing open both doors to confirm the touch of the wood that is changing from a burnt brown color, he enters.

It's not even a hall inside, but it's a spacious space.

The floor was covered with stones seen as natural marble.

The lights reflect from the skylight and the floor surface shines perfectly.

When I walked, I was about to slip and just twitched.

There is a small room on the left and right near the front door, where the waiters cut vegetables on the cooking desk.

In the center there were a wide range of stairs leading upstairs.

The right and left sides of the central staircase also appear to be passageways leading to the back.

There, an old man, seen as a butler, appeared.

"Priest, this way, please."

The butler does not go up the stairs but continues down the aisle on the left.

There was a waiting room on the edge there.

Me and the priest will sit and wait on the luxury couch in the waiting room.

Okay, I'll be right back.

The butler who guided me bows his head and exits.

A little while later, a marine priest sitting next to me spoke to me.

"Mr. Shuya, the complaint is booked in advance, so it should come to light soon."

"Okay. I'll wait."

"Priest, here it is"

As the priest said, the butler is back.

Guidance will resume. Several doors were dived through the hallway and splendid large doors were visible.

Is that where the Count lives?

A gatekeeper soldier was waiting for him at both ends of the gate.

Looks like a mercenary. He wears brown leather armor, a red cloth with noticeable slices on his arms and a song sword hanging on his hips.

I guess the chest is marked with a patch of red wings, so it's its own symbol.

"There is an Earl in this room, then."

The butler returned his heel and withdrew.

I proceeded with the priest to the front of the door.

Then a mercenary lyke gatekeeper stretches his arm silently.

It's stopped me and the priest from moving.

As I said “don't go in” here any more, the gatekeeper kept his eyebrows sharp when he frowned silently before making sure he was safe... I've been doing a body check.

Black Cat (Lolo) doesn't like to be touched. He comes down to the floor and runs to my feet.

You're very cautious. I thought so, but they don't.

Seems formal only.

A dagger fits in his chest belt, but was not confiscated.

I wonder if this mercenary just wants to touch his body.

When safety was confirmed (although not), the main door was opened and passed through.

Is that man the count and lord?

Fat white race. There's a distance, but I can see the whole thing.

He was looking at us from across the desk.

The person who seems to be the fat Count sits in an elbow chair with a high back.

Next to the Count stood a woman dressed in a blue robe.

On the other side, a few big men stare at me in a flashy red winged hat in mercenary clothes and intimidate this one.

The same red-winged patch was on the chest of the big men as the gatekeepers in front of them.

Captain's class in the same mercenary unit?

As my gaze gathers, the priest walks ahead, so I follow a little late.

Black Cat (Lolo) had a little face out of her headscarf.

I walk around the room observing.

The interior is flashy. The walls and columns are decorated and the rooms are large.

There are golden and silver finishes decorated with condiments.

... awesome. The shelf that seems to be an exhibition storage unit is a vitreous case.

It was like a museum. Inside it was decorated with a special long sword with a triple blade, also thought to be a magic item, an axe emitting a thin green light engraved with magic letters, a dagger that created evil looking signs of a state of blood attached in a distorted form, a longscepter with crystal claws at its tip, a creepy item like a moving gut area, a fan with a small demon stone slot, a magic book emitting a person's phantom, ethosetra, and numerous objects.

It makes me want to unlock and steal with a lockpick.

Well, I won't do that, and I can't.

There was a stripping doll in the corner that appeared to be a goblin with creepy grey green skin.

I've never seen a goblin like this......

Looking at the various delicacies displayed, the priest was bowing his head to the Count.

The Count speaks out first.

"Peradas? Again, about that big tree, huh?

"Yes."

"So, who's the guy looking at my treasure collection?

The Count pointed at me.

The treasure inspires curiosity, so I'm sorry.

"Yes, this one..."

"- Count. My name is Shuya Kagari."

Earlier than the priest, I greeted the Count with a bowed head.

"Ho, so, how's it feel to be watching? Wouldn't my treasure be amazing? I still have a lot more than this collection. I was praised by the Second Prince before."

"That's impressive. The Count seems to have a wonderful eye for treasure."

Lift it up here without difficulty. That's a good one.

In fact, the treasure seems considerable.

"Oh, you know. So, what's your Adventurer Rank?

"Adventurers are C-ranked."

"What the fuck, C?"

The Count sees secretarial clerks in a boring way.

"... so why did the priest take this adventurer to complain?

That's what beautiful clerks have heard.

"Yes, I asked him to make a request about the Great Tree of the Holker."

"Heh, you took Peladus's request... I was thinking of cutting down that dead tree..."

The Count speaks transgressively. So look at the face of that Count.

Still young looking face. Blonde and western-style...... hair is mushroom cut.

The eyes are a fine blue color that feels like losing to a thick eyelid.

The cheeks are red as apples.

And the meat with pierced double chin stands out, and the colorful clothes Nibbenben and fat belly can be described as completely bocha.

"Lord. No logging. Please. The dead tree is also written down in the“ Bible ”when it comes back to life, and I have skills. Besides, Daiki is a historical legacy that remains in this city. Holker's tree is said to be involved in the formation of this city."

The priest talks desperately about saying the Count Lord, but McFowl only looks bored.

"I've heard that before."

"... An adventurer, Mr. Shuya, has asked you to accomplish the resurrection of a dead great tree. Please, give me a break..."

The Viscount, who hears the story of the priest, takes from his nostalgia something like a conductor stick.

"Hmm. Put that down, it's about the Bible... Vimyr - you know what the priest talks about in the Bible?

The Count stretches out his baton and asks the beautiful, brown-haired civilian wearing a blue robe.

Is that the name Bimyal, the secretary clerk?

"Yes."

"Is that, in reality, a substitute for being able to resurrect that dead great tree?

Vimyr, supposedly close to the civilian side, had a light meeting before answering the Count.

"- What do you think? It's bad for the priest, but there's too much needed material in a far away place, and if resurrection is really possible, why did you leave it in withered condition for five years and without doing anything? Some, I doubt it."

"Yes, but?

The lord hears the words of Bimir and smiles nigga, pointing the sharp edge of the baton to the priest's face.

"I didn't leave you alone. I couldn't do it for my personal reasons. I can assure you of my pride in the race Sosally."

Priest Marin Peradas stretches his spine.

Extending the quilted cheek muscles, the eyes entered a unique strength and showed eye strength.

"Even if they say sosally...... vimial?

The Count flaunts his fat shoulder.

"Answer me," he calls his name.

"Ha, you're told you have a faith similar to the old elves. Known as a species that loves the earth and grasshoppers, Sosaly is a rare species that lives in the back of the woods and is known as the Hidden of the Woods, mainly the plant god Sadura, the earth god Gaia, the Holker Spirit, etc."

The nearby Bimyal had a rational explanation, like a talking Wikipedia.

You're a good man, a beautiful secretary wizard. That's good.

I learned too.

The Peladus Priest race is Sosary.

She's not an alien, she's a nature loving species...

"I see. So, let's ask that“ pride ”. Why couldn't you?

The Count was meticulous, but he stared firmly at the priest and spoke.

"Yes, my parents were killed by the“ bad guys ”at the same time that this Holker tree withered. I inherited my father's will, became a priest, and I studied the wicked over the years while protecting the great tree of Holker."

The words overflowing from the priest do give a sense of unspoiled cleanliness.

But I'm also the first to hear of my father and mother being murdered.

So... the reason I suddenly got grounded like that when I first met him.

Was it stuffed with cutting feathers? The dugout may not have felt like a Japanese-style, but rather was an action as a result of heightened nature and emotion.

"... Killed. After five years of examining it and not knowing the results, he said that, while in the priestly position, the dead great tree had been left alone..."

To the earl's words, the priest says no, and waves the veil.

"It's not abandoned, I was protecting Holker's great tree. I pray every day and maintain my boundaries. It does look dead, but it's still slightly alive. Because I can feel the waves of the great trees slightly."

Um, no, there was only one Devon Chitch.

A slight large tree lives. Maybe the word is true.

I don't know if it's a "Sosaly Race” unique skill or a "Priest” skill, but if you feel fluctuations, I'm sure you do.

Talk to the priest, I don't think he's lying.

I'm a messed up race myself......

Anything is possible.

"Huh, I see. Vimyr?"

"Yes, I also aspire to magic. So," Priest. "Therefore, we can determine that there is a good chance of" understanding. ”I'm sure you will benefit from God Sadura, the god of plants, and Gaia, the god of the earth."

So the nearby wizard woman (Bimil) has changed her opinion.

The Earl moves his thick brow when he hears it and reacts.

From the look on his face, he could read the color of the tour.

The Count moves his jaw with plenty of luxury, turning his thin blue eyes towards the priest and me.

"... hey, that's a lot of convincing today. Shall I fix my mind a little too? Is that Shuya, the adventurer there? Is that your influence? You're C-ranked, and I hear you got this request, but are you confident?

The Count stretches the sharp edge of the baton in his hand all the way to me.

I was asked for my opinion.

"Yes. Surely, that great tree will be resurrected."

It's a little rough... but I said it.

"Oh, that's a powerful word. Seems like there's only one of them. I'm guessing you work for individuals, not clans?

"Yes."

"... Surprise. And yet you proclaim it“ clear ”in front of me. - Ha, what if, a strong man indistinguishable by rank? I've heard rumors. How confident are you in your arms and sight?... Fuhaha, I'm starting to look forward to it. Which is stronger, you or my subordinate? I'm interested."

"My lord - are you interested in such a young man?

What has provoked me by referring to me as a child is the big man I've been silently listening to.

A middle-aged man with sharp eyeballs wearing a military hat with red wings.

A song sword against his hips, hanging out what seems to be a shamseal.

"I'm starting to get interested. That's right. I thought of something funny. Shuya, fight Thelonious there. If we can fight this Thelonious, let's promise that the dead tree will not be logged."

"Is that true?

The priest reacts with joy.

"My lord, play again... you want me to compete with such a child, a low-ranking adventurer? ……

The big old man looks down at me and talks like he made a fool of himself.

... I do think that a person named Thelonious in this Red Wings Army hat is a medium strength. He's a little taller than me, he can confirm the movements of magic manipulation in his body, which is seen as a demonic martial arts, and he builds magic in his arms and feet.

"That's right. Thelonious, it's my call. All right? I've been pushing back the squadrons I've known for a long time, and I hired you guys. You, the head knight of our Earl Army, can afford to win, can't you? Formerly head of the Red Wings Mercenary Corps. In the past, in the north, active in the wars of [Armev] and [Heslifart], in the south, show off the aliases called" Red Winged Cyril "and" Fifty Slashes of Red Wings "that destroyed the Fish Pirates Attenborough".

Hearing the Count's words, Thelonious put his hand on a large dove chest, saluting.

"Ha."

Thelonious turned a glance at me after the salute, lightly, the meeting.

Keep it up and smile at me.

You look like you're motivated by your spare face.

But a duel is decided on my own without my opinion.

"Is it a decision to fight?

I got a little something on my mind. I'm gonna show you my "acting face."

"You don't like it?

"Yes. I don't like it. It's mostly a condition."

"- Busy."

Thelonious comes to his attention,

"- I don't mind anything. Conditions, good. Good. Say it."

The Earl withdrew Thelonious's opinion.

My words seemed unexpected, and the Count seems happy.

It's weird. I also smooth my mouth like surfing on the Count's fat belly.

"Then, after stating in writing that" Count McFoll Zen Lakolazei will never cut down the dead trees of Holker, or the resurrected Holker trees ”, Priest Marin Peradas has the right to that" Holker tree ”. And I want a clear specification. Furthermore, I would like to formally ask you to investigate the alleged murderer of Priest Marin's parents."

The Count hears my words and nods magically several times.

And as I came up with something, Niya opened her tease with an evil look on her face.

"... would be good. But if you lose, what kind of terms?

Can I pay for something?

You're unexpectedly trying to negotiate with this Count of Bobby.

The ship we already boarded, it's on the board. Only straight ahead on the waves.

"... I'll bet you everything about me"

"Oh, okay. Let's keep our word. Hey, Bimir, get the contract papers ready right away."

The Count seems to be glowing and excited with blue eyes.

I shake my thick neck and my nose is rough.

"Yes."

Bimil also reacts happily, turning her heels back behind her back.

It was headed for the paperwork cabinet provided on the wall.

Thelonious and Shuya are going to fight in the garden on the surface right now.

When the Count hurries so fast, he moves his heavy fat body and rises out of his chair.

I'll take care of it.

Thelonious was bowing his head respectfully.

"Copy that."

I'll admit it.

"Nyao."

A black cat (Rollo) that was round in the headscarf moved to her shoulder.

It was ringing out of place, but no one pointed it out.

Everyone on the spot, including the Count, heads out to the front door.

Priest Marin Peradas opened his mouth as he walked, sinking his face worryingly.

"Mr. Shuya. Are you sure you're okay with making that promise? And for me..."

"No, Marin doesn't have to worry. Well, you're gonna be on a big boat. Look at that."

... Never, not a mudship on which raccoons ride.

"Ng, ha."

The black cat (Lolo) also makes a 'poppy' chirp after his throat, pounding my shoulder with one leg.

"Ha..."

Does the priest Marine not excuse herself, sighs and seeps the colour of anxiety into her expression?

The attitude of the Black Cat (Lolo) and the anxiety of hearing my words doesn't seem to wipe away.

With such an exchange, we arrive in the garden of the table.

Beautiful garden with natural lawns and stone tatami.

It is a place with a flower bed and statue of a goddess and a blue and white stone tower.

On a beautiful lawn yard, simple chairs and desktops are placed.

The employees were busy working and setting up.

The Count sits in a set chair and carries the teacup served on a brand new tablecloth with his hand to his mouth.

Sipping tea, he was moving to put his legs together, but he had repeatedly failed to do so because of his thick legs.

"... then whenever you want, let's get started"

The Count can start. and raising one hand.

I walk on the laying stone and move on to the center.

Then he shifted his gaze to the black cat on his shoulder (Lolo) and whispered, "Look away".

Black Cat (Lolo) leaves me with a short throat.

The mercenary-style man, also known as Thelonious, pulls a long sword against him from his waist, walks sideways through the lawn and gazes at my condition, gazing at the intermission.

Dare to check your surroundings as you check that gaze sideways.

Many times I think, it's a really beautiful garden.

Is that Count's hobby, well, not a bad one?

Black Cat (Lolo) seems to take a tour over the narrow clearance of the small brick flower bed.

He has both forelegs aligned like a doll on the altar.

The priest was beside the Count.

I stand worried with my hands on my chest.

"Young man. You can afford to find out, can't you? What happened to the weapon? If it's a carriage, it's stopped on the surface."

I'm not even old enough to be called young.

Thelonious in front of me says in the way he made a fool of himself.

One-on-one confrontation. A rather paralyzing development.

Paralyzing admiration.

For some reason, words like that are played back in the brain in a wild voice.

That's not the dialogue that comes out here.

If that fat Count talked about it, he looked too much like it, though I'm confident he spit milk out of his mouth and laughed.

"Hey, I'm telling you to bring your weapon. What are you laughing at?

"... sorry. I have a weapon."

So, summon the Demon Spear Wand Bardok in your right hand.

All of a sudden, when he saw me emerge with a weapon, including Thelonious, the Earl, who was sitting and drinking tea, was really gushing out tea that was surprising.

"Ho..."

What's "ho”?

You never expected it...

I'd love to punish you for that spare mustache... but it's not a good idea to hurt my men too much to make the Count's impression better.

This place will wait for the apprentice "after” the swordsman.

In a half-body position, he placed the Demon Spear Wand on his right shoulder and stared at him to kill his opponent.

Raise your left hand and invite the other person… with a few fingertips, ask for a moment.

"Come on. That contrary song sword is the same as your groin, is that a decoration?

"Shut up, kid!! Humph."

- Hang on.

Thelonious, like some warlord of the warring nations, shouts with his neat eyebrows in the center, sharpening his gaze.

And when I set up the song sword, I ran over all at once.

"Chesto -"

I'm coming out of the mood.

It resembled an exemplary structure transmitted to Satsuma.

Looks like they're coming for a slaughter from the left.

I went in between spears.

But I will deliberately let Thelonious wave my sword.

Thelonious has slashed it down without a faint.

While checking the sword muscles to be slashed down, he halved his torso in the smallest motion and avoided slashing swords feeling the wind. At that moment, Thelonious returns the lowered song sword and moves on to the next slashing motion.

That's the lead knight. But I won't let you do that two-knife, slashing - shake a short demon spear wand into small pieces, draw eight with the tip of an ear and make ∞ letters.

The song sword of Thelonious's return blade collides with the ∞ orbital red spear.

The oblique song sword fits into a slight groove between the red axe blade and the red spear, instantly twisting the pattern grip from the song blade.

- Ouch.

Thelonious was twisted. He couldn't stand the pain in his arm and let go of his sword.

The song sword falls to jump to the ground.

I let the weapon go, at that moment - I went into the opponent's nostrils and stepped on Thelonious's right toenail with a vertical heel kick by the left sole.

"Gah."

Stop the sewing motion of the Thelonious onto the ground.

I went for a simple setup from there.

Rotate the Demon Spear Wand that was being held in your left hand and fasten it to Thelonious's back.

At the moment of transition to a more intimate posture, his pigeon tail (Mizochi) was fed a blow by the right elbow iron, and without standing for seconds, he retreated obliquely to the side of Thelonious as he shook down a tonkachi on the underside of his right fist.

At the time of his retreat, he was scratching the rear end of the Demon Spear Wand onto both feet of Thelonious and causing it to fall.

Thelonious, who fell to the ground, doesn't even move with Pickle.

I would have slashed my leg and lost my brain, but I just fell over without slashing my leg.

Thelonious rolling on the ground was supposedly losing his mind when he ate an elbow shot at the pigeon tail.

As the dawn went down, he's not moving with the ground and a kiss, yet he's incontinent and desiccated... but, ma'am, he's not dead, so he'll be fine.

Demon fighting wasn't very magical, either.

The duel battle was too late, but the scenes were surrounded by much silence.

Earl Side seems to find it hard to believe that Thelonious was easily defeated.

"Nnh, nya"

The black cat I was visiting (Lolo) returns.

I was on my shoulder and, like I said a lot, I was pounding on my shoulder.

I see the Counts.

The priest is blinked and blinked repeatedly.

The Count had dropped the teacup to the ground.

The subordinate Vimyr doesn't seem to understand what happened.

From his right hand, he erases the magic spear wand and walks to the glistening Counts.

The other great knights were frightened by the action but ran to the side to protect the Count.

The wizard Vimyr also holds a pen instead of a cane for some reason.

Though it has a swordswallowing vibe...

"Uh, Count. Keep your word."

I make a smile, an alkaline smile.

"Oh, oh, wow, even if I know. I will never keep my promises. Vimyr!"

"Ha, hi"

"Give me the contract and the pen"

"Yes, I'm stuck with this"

The Count writes down the oyster to the luxurious parchment that he leaves on his desk.

I could easily get a contract.

"Sure, I received it. Now, sleeping on the ground over there, give Mr. Thelonious the magic of recovery."

"Uhm. Others to Vimyr. Treat him to Thelonious."

I hand the paperwork to the priest.

"Is this okay for one second?

"Yes, thank you. Mr. Shuya, you're strong. It's a stutter..."

"Well."

"Wha."

The black cat (Lolo) sounds' naturally '.

He was tapping me on the shoulder with a strong cat punch.

Thelonious is regaining consciousness when he gets healing magic done.

As I toured the way I was being embroiled, the Count spoke with a red tide as to whether he was excited or not.

"Wow, it's stronger than I expected. Shuya, the movement was really amazing. Even so, I didn't see it well, but I was impressed with the technology to get it done with a blow without killing it. I like it.... Won't you be under my command when I've done my request?

"It's bad for the Count, but I refuse"

"Hey, what no, well... then gold, women, items..."

The Earl looked sorry and scratched his fingernails like Jiayang Tokugawa.

Repeat bumps and solitaire, widening the detail and speaking out.

"That's right. How about ten gold and ten white gold coins? I'll get you the best woman. Besides, beyond my squire, why don't you welcome me as my head knight of the Lakolazei family? You can give him the“ Treasure Sword Fing Eld "..."

"My lord, what are you lost in blood? You can't have that sword. This is your late father, isn't it?

The belly-hearted Vimyr went to a halt.

"It's annoying, Vimyr. With the addition of“ guardian beasts ”like Shuya, Holkerbum is cheap. And what I liked once..."

I'm not a Godzilla.

Do I have to be careful because I seem to persevere?

"- Count, whatever you get, you won't be subordinated. I have a purpose, so it's not easy to be bound, and freedom is easier."

"Purpose? Is that about a request?

Is the Count still here or dissatisfied? I'm going to ask you a bunch of questions like that.

"Including that, but even if I finish the request, it will continue"

"Muggle, is that it? You don't need money, women, honor, or items for that purpose."

"Yeah, that's right."

But this Count, that's all you want me to do.

"... in my subordinate, however much money I pile, I mean dissatisfied"

"You just don't like being subordinated.... To be honest, I want money and women"

McFowl showed further change to my honest question.

"Pfft, haha, funny man. An honest man. More and more, I want it."

"No, so..."

"- All I have is a subordinate who listens to me..."

One hand, Count, blocking my words.

The Earl of McFowl speaks with his gaze lowered to drop himself when he sees the faces of Vimyr and his servants.

"... there was no one around me who refused to invite me like this. It's always been that way since I was little.... I'm really alone."

He's biting his nails again.

He's happy or depressed or busy.

I'm starting to bump and talk to myself at the end of the story.

"- My lord, am I not always on your side"

The female secretary has a desperate face.

"Vimyr... yes, but it's not"

Let the beautiful side woman secretary say that... isn't that one healthy?

Count McFowl, who seems to live a luxurious life, but his inner life may be lonely and lonely. I have no sympathy for that personality, but my gaze at Bimyal was healthy.

So on the contrary, I got a sense of intimacy.

Then I'll help that beautiful secretary.

"Count, Mr. Bimil is right. You have good men."

"Right. But even if I have good men,... I don't have any friends - ah, yeah. Shuya, would you be my friend if my subordination didn't work?

Friends. Subordination, subordination and annoyance, would friends fit in safely?

Anyway, it's just for now.

"You can be my friend."

I don't know if I can see it from the top, it's me, but the only person I can be friends with is Kish...

Besides, we broke up.

Actually, Botch to Botch.

The darkening complexion has appeared on the surface, but I don't mind.

"Oh, well, is that true?

"Yep... because I'm just a normal friend. It's not subordination, and you're free, right?

"That's right. I suppose so. Ha ha, I'm free. Because we're friends. He's my friend... from now on, we'll talk normally without feeling comfortable. My friend, you're free."

"Yeah, that's right. Haha, I'm free ah. Oh, my God, haha."

In my previous life, I felt like someone was there to perform minor arts that shouted such dialogue.

"Nah."

So the black cat (Lolo), who I was kidding and reacted to the words "free”, also complained about something.

Black Cat (Lolo) stretches his tentacles out onto my cheek and tells me how he feels.

"Friends," "Partners," "Here," "Brothers," "Likes," "Plays," "Sisters," "Plays."

My sisters feel a little different, but they have conveyed a number of dear emotions to me...

Thank you, my friend is me. Are you going to say that?

- You read my mind from my complexion?

... touching. I'm about to cry.

"What's that black cat?

The Count looked at the Black Cat (Lolo) with interest.

"He's my partner. He's also an important friend, a demon."

"Oh, such a creature..."

"Ni?"

Black Cat (Lolo) looked at the Count with red, crushed eyes.

"I want one too..."

"Nnh, nya, nya"

Black Cat (Lolo) moves his head pussy and dives from his shoulder into his headscarf.

Somehow it conveys the feeling that I said 'I can't do it with you'.

"Mmm, hidden. Something made me feel like a fool."

"... it's my fault. My friend would be friends, probably?

"Mmm, right. Uhm."

The Count is in a good mood afterwards.

You're my friend, so let's present the money. Like, how's this furniture? Or if the treasure sword doesn't work, how about this wand?

So I told the Count how preachy I was.

“A friend can't have a gift.”

Sometimes it's a good habit to give it away.

Or something like that, I'll explain it to you properly, young Count, and you'll look convinced to nod over and over again. The Count's advance. The attack ends with nothing.

"Why don't we invite you today?"

So that evening there was a dinner party at the Count's house.

Many delicious meals are bribed and dancers are invited to a gorgeous dinner party.

In that seat, the priests Marin Peradas and Count McFowl get along, and the tense Count is your friend, too. Like, when I found out she was a woman, she spoke in an excited tone to dictate the alien-faced priest, and the priest was eating.

But the dinner party will be very exciting and this persuasion will end with great success.

On his return from the Count's mansion, his subordinate Vimyr spoke softly to his ear.

"I'm really sorry to bother you this time. Thanks for that and the treasure sword thing. It's McFowl's personality, and once you say it, you don't hear it."

This guy's struggling, too. Right.

"Never mind. I just said no because I really don't need it."

"No... that's not the way an adventurer thinks. That's who Count McFoll Zen Lakolazei recognized as his friend. I'm as happy as this Vimyr is about me."

"I'm glad you're happy to have a beautiful Bimil."

Mr. Bimil laughs at my words.

"... thank you. From now on, Mr. McFowl's friend, so I'm going to call you Mr. Shuya."

"Huh?"

"Master Shuya? Something?"

Suddenly, my lord.

I don't think we'll ever see each other again, okay?

"No, it's nothing. Then it's time for us to leave."

"Yes, Master Shuya. Also, I'll be waiting for you anytime."

That's how we take the carriage home and head downhill.

Talk to Priest Marin about the future in that carriage.

"The lord's case will be all right now"

"Yes. It's all thanks to Mr. Shuya. Thank you."

McFowl, the lord, saved you at that rate.

I got along with the priest and made the crossing.

"... it just so happens. The problem is more material than that. It takes a little while because it's far away. But it may not take as long as Marin thinks."

"What's that?

"It's a secret. Oh, you got it. I'll see you later. We won't even see each other until we have all the material."

"Really? Too bad. But good luck with that. I am waiting to protect the great tree of Holker."

The priest and I break up there and get off the carriage.

I went back to the inn.