In the meantime, I decided to go home...
"Ah, back to the stone,"
"Rosalind"
"Wahaha, see ya!
"" I'm not calling again. ""
My paintings were returned to stone.
………………………
Oh, shit. Everyone is solidified.
"Potch... what have you done with Mr. Geraldine!? No, who's like that Rosalind and not Rosalind!?
"……………… speak"
It's just a tease. Describing.
"I knew it was Rosalind's fault..."
So whatever it is, don't blame your sister. As for Tsuyoshi, it's mostly your sister's fault, so I can't help it.
"Besides, it's the same strength as that hero..."
"Actually, isn't Potch the strongest?
"... well... maybe so."
"... um"
"Well, my professionally strong doesn't help."
Even if it's the strongest, my profession is artist. The strongest artist or something doesn't make sense.
Literally a pen is better than a sword? Right. I don't care there anymore.
"On second thought, the strongest Marquis doesn't make sense either."
"Rosalind, it's you."
The approximate irrationality is a wonder that can be solved in 'Because It's Rosalind'. Somehow, I don't know about your sister... she claims to be an ordinary girl, but if you consider your sister Rosalind normal, you no longer have to discuss a normal definition.
Something's gotten me thinking a lot, but it's evening and I have to go home. In the end, Red Crystal Rabbit said you were staying with me today.
"Uh, thank you. I'm leaving, right? Oh, but you have to pay for what you asked for in the guild."
"No, we're going, too. I have to explain what it looks like."
"Ah."
Yes, it was. I don't know if he's changed too much to keep the prototype... so much so that he barely has a canine family in common? He grew a lot taller, and his body had only a little muscle, but now he's mucky. I don't know if you're getting a Rin Wolf Face from a slightly sloppy dog face. They're different colors, and they're different...
And after I made the payment, I went home to Rosenberg...
"Oh, welcome home, gentlemen. It's unusual to be here. Oh? New member?
* Mr. Free Wind still has a base on Rosenberg grounds.
"Um, it's Potch. Martha, I'm home."
".................. Potch. Potch Bomma."
".................. Yes"
"That brown, cute, sweet Potch Boy who helps me"
"No, Mr. Martha is the one who always works well, isn't she? My help is really insignificant."
"..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Mr. Martha!?
I rushed to support Mr. Martha because she fell.
"Mr. Martha, are you okay!? Does it hurt anywhere? Call the doctor!?
"It's okay. Potchy to be a mucky. Potchy is a mucky..."
Looks like Martha didn't want me to get mucky. I'm sorry about something. He stroked my head when I got soggy.
"I'm sorry, I'm just surprised. You have to tell your husband and your wives, too. Please wait in the reception room"
"Yeah, sorry..."
"There's nothing wrong with me. Whatever you look like, I love Martha."
"Mr. Martha... thank you..."
"Whatever Bo looks like, Bo Loves......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Only for a moment, someone floated in the back of my brain. Who are you? Kind...... and this one......
"Mr. Martha..."
"Do it, it looks like a maid Martha or something too rare..."
"You will naturally help me contact you, won't you?
'Yes, happy!!
Mr. Martha with a smile was incredibly powerful. Free breezes to start contacting you immediately.
"Ah..............."
The faint remnants have disappeared. One who was familiar and probably very sweet.
"Me?
"It's nothing. I need to talk to everyone."
I laughed bitterly.
I'm Potch. It doesn't matter about the past. I don't need my past anymore. I live as a 'potch'. [M]
Instead of a gentle shadow, I walk away as me.
That's what I thought, so I didn't think it would be such a commotion. But maybe since I got who I really am... yeah, it really started a long time ago.