[Urgent Request] How to Take Care of an Abandoned Dragon?

Once I got home, I got back on track, and I came to the spiritual spot in my sister's car.

Two hours down the road.

At a distance of thirty minutes at high speed. There, Kima District.

With regard to the entry of places to be investigated, our client had given us proper permission, so we are not guilty of the same crime as the abandoned maniacs in that regard.

Because he likes these ruins and getting inside is technically trespassing.

Gonske seems more blind than usual to his first night's drive.

Park your car on the road closest to [White House] and I'm a flashlight.

My sister turned to her destination when she magically appeared a ball of fluffy light.

And there was a path that led up to the house in a straight line, whether it was an abandoned maniac in the jungle or a work from a spiritual spot.

Then, when I arrived in front of the house, my sister gave me a magic tool (magic item) called the Goddess of Guidance string (Ariadne).

Looks just like yarn.

"It's an exotic myth that the children were dedicated to demons that used to live in the labyrinth as sacrifices, that the goddess fell in love with the heroes in those children and gave them yarns for the labyrinth strategy, and this is a tool made more of an ex-name that imitates it.

They used it to explore coal mines and caves before metastatic magic developed and spread. "

"Uh, maybe I've heard something."

My sister braces a string around her middle finger in her right hand as she explains.

When I was answering appropriately, my sister now bracketed the same string on my finger.

"And, yes, this. Just in case."

And now they give me a ring for the talisman.

I tried to attach it, but it didn't fit inside and ended up fitting it on my left hand pharmacopoeia.

to my sister who saw it,

"It's not a disgusting thing to do."

What can they say, Pessi gets slapped in the head all the time.

"No, 'cause it doesn't fit anywhere else."

"And the middle finger?

My sister asks as she shows her right middle finger, or finger bracketed with a string.

"That's why they don't fit in."

".................. then we have no choice. Hi, this is for Gonske.

It's for human use, so let's keep it that way. Does it fit?

What they gave me was a talisman ring with the same design.

I'll take Gonske's hand in a ten-year-old and put it on.

It fitted every finger perfectly.

"Well, on the middle finger of your right hand"

Gonske doesn't like my sister's instructions.

I'll tell him to get in position with me, with his tail.

"Gonske, you're gonna have to do that when you have a male you like."

When I say it, my sister punches me in the head with Pessin again.

"You know, that's why I'm not hot on girls."

"No, because I'm not hot is the bottom line"

"Don't you know?

A really good man is a woman who can come and look any way she wants. "

…………

I look at my sister with my eyes.

I see a [white house] over its shoulder.

Without the magic of my sister's light, the house stands in a space where the darkness just spreads.

and

"Is that it?"

"What's wrong?

"Is there some kind of light in the upstairs window right now?

I thought I saw candle-like lights and shadowy. "

"Heh? Interesting.

Tetsu, I'll tell you something good. Right here, all the windows are blocked with iron plates.

So are the lights, but so are the shadows.

Even if there were people there, you wouldn't be able to see them. "

Contrary to my sister's teasing, fun voice, something cold runs on my back.

"Uh, bye."

"You and I seem to have the right wavelength, so I thought I saw you.

Having said that, my sister approaches [the White House] after giving some instructions.

And I saw him touch the door knob and turn it around.

The door opens without difficulty and enters the house with the balls of light my sister magically let out.

"Oh, sister, wait!!

It was when I opened the door for my sister to enter the house.

I saw how many white fingers were arranged, on the door, just above my sister's head, slurred, as if playing the piano.

I saw it. The fingers, or nails, were unusually red.

Is it a manicure?

My voice didn't make it though, and no, maybe I wasn't hearing it in the first place.

Without looking back at this one, my sister entered the house and Pathan and the door closed.