Alice Tale in Phantasmagoria

The lakeside mansion in Wilmington is planted with ginkgo trees.

From there I hear the great chorus of cicadas as if the heat waves could have bounced.

Summer was also coming to the lakeside capital.

The light that plunges through the window pricks the skin, and mountainous clouds of passage sit in the clear sky until it is delivered to its end.

"With..."

It's good to have four seasons, isn't it?

Spring is coming, summer is coming, autumn is coming, winter is coming.

Really interesting and good.

"But when it's so hot..."

Yeah, I was craving some food.

I don't see anywhere in this world so far to look.

"Watermelon, I ate. Go!!

A windchime hung at the window of the room to change my mood made a noise, chirping, laughing.

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"Gather! Super Gather!!

The empty man in the mansion's hand was gathered in the room where he was using it as a conference room.

The maid told me what was going on.

They are always agile and brilliant.

"Ma'am, how are you?

A made-length Ilia, who stepped forward, smiled gracefully as she tilted her little neck.

What is to be feared is an Ilia that wears a long-length maid dress even in this damned hot weather and shows a standing behavior that does not make you feel any heat.

No, I'm not imposing anything, that's her style.

By the way, I'm Hirahira's summer dress.

I would rather have pants on a shirt.

"Kohon, everyone, thank you for your hard work in this heat! But it doesn't work well. Make it a special holiday tomorrow and go swimming in the lake!

"But lady, if you suddenly intervene in the field at the whim of the top, each appointment goes crazy"

"I knew it!?

"Hehe, I'm kidding. There's nothing in this room that makes a lady unwilling."

Looking over, the maids were desperately shaking their heads, yeah, yeah.

That, this isn't a little pressure...?

"... I thought I'd leave the operation of the mansion to you, but do you guys ever get dissatisfied or hard? It's a corner opportunity."

I'll try and ask with a smile.

The maids got an intoxicating look on my smile as if even God could see it - I turned my gaze next door and blued my face in an instant.

"Don't be unhappy about anything."

Answers came back to the heterophony, as if they had shown each other.

I looked next door.

"Ugh."

……

Nothing strange, Ilia was laughing with a full smile.

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That's why I crossed the line into the junction and brought the maids out of the strictly door-tight mansion to come to the lake.

It is a private beach dedicated to the commune, with bright white, grainy fine sand.

I wear the same flickering white summer dress with barefoot sandals and Mr. Batty's gift straw hat on my head.

I had been cheered about five times before I got here, but I decided not to care.

"Ahhh!

Walking on the sand with bare feet feels very good on your feet, but very hot!

"Ma'am, please don't walk too barefoot because burns are tough."

No, but there's nothing funny or funny about walking in sandals!

A light white wave of wind from the lake flashes my heart.

Such an Ilia is not exactly a maid of honor either, she weaves a see-through shirt on a navel rounded shorttop and also stands under a hot pant named Paleo.

It looks sooo good!

"And it's a beautiful place ~"

"The rest of us are off-limits."

"It's a waste, Clan's a pain in the ass"

"Hehe, I've never seen anyone fairer than Lady Kranseska, but if that's what the lady says, maybe so. Something I want to monopolize. That's what I'm talking about."

When Ilia sees me with a meaningful smile, I'm a little troubled...

"Now let's set up a tent and parasol around here and use it as a base"

Ilia said so and gave instructions, and the maids began to act without an inch gap.

When you rope in to avoid flying in the wind, punch in the pile, and complete the tent for dressing and rest, you will then bring in a medical kit, install a simple bed to combat heat stroke, and keep a variety of drinks on the table you bring in -

"What an army!!

Base camp!

What's going on, my maids!

"I'll tell you what, ma'am. The army, etc... we are all lady's shields, swords. (i) I have trouble comparing you to a soldier. Fight each other more than you can, even if they're close guards."

What's going on? This is true...

No, it's not a lie. It's really scary that I'm going to cross more than one another with one of the country's most elite Kingsguards.

"No, that's good now..."

Instead of setting up a little parasol, sigh on the sandy beach where a nomadic mobile cottage can be made.

But, well, get your mind back on it.

Well...... this is where it comes from!

With a little anxiety, I decided to do every favor in anticipation.

"Iliairia"

"Yes, ma'am"

What did you do when you whispered over here?

And he looked at me, wondering.

Ugh... Ilia can be seen far or near, it's still beautiful...

"Is it an unintentional kiss?

"Is it in front of such a public!

"No, it's the beach, so I thought you were being open"

"Ugh, well, some of it also makes me feel so sunny..."

This sense of emancipation...

The sky looking up is high and the wind feels good.

This heat is also on the contrary pleasant thanks to the gleaming lake right there.

"But it's not"

"Sorry to hear that."

I'm not sure if it's a shame or not, keep your voice up as usual, then what?

and Ilia comes to complain with a gaze.

Hmmm... what are we hiding...

"- I want watermelon. And I want to break the watermelon..."

I said it with a twist!

Just a little embarrassed or backwards......

I don't even know if I have it or not, but you said you tried my best...!

"- I see."

The eyes of Girari and Ilia glowed, and his body let go and nodded.

"I mean, the lady brought everyone in the mansion to this heat pathetic and swimming - not on the pretext that even that? That's why you wanted to eat or break that food called watermelon?

"Don't say it!

Oh, yeah!

You're right!!

I just had to keep my ears down and crouch in!!

'Cause I wanted to eat!

I wanted watermelon!

We all wanted to break the watermelon with all the noise!!

"Hehe... that's too cute, lady"

Couscous and laughter came down in such a way that I couldn't cut it off from overhead.

I'll look up in horror.

Then there was Ilia with a troubled face this time.

"By the way, lady. That watermelon, what is the food called...?

"Huh...?

That was a really strange looking Ilia face with no such thing as when she came up with a prank or a joke.

Wait, wait...

"There is no watermelon!!?"

My screams sucked into the blue sky and pale lake.

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"If you let me know beforehand, I've stepped backwards because of the lady's futile shame."

……

You're going to make up your mind, Mr. Ilia.

"I've discovered"

"Oh, yes."

I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

In fact, after that, the literature is clasped, listened to, and the answer reached is an isolated island off this lake.

We had a quick boat ready and a few of us made it to the island and landed.

Like an ever-summer island, palm-like trees thrive.

According to the locals, it's a deserted island where no one leans over.

"According to interviews, there's a watermelon on this island."

"Um, haven't you changed your name a bit?

Habitat??

I guess the message game failed......

"It's okay, the lady has this. I've prepared it as I was told."

"Oh, yes."

They gave me a wooden knife.

Is it made of Kiryu?

Very light.

I can't even shake this.

"... that, why are they all armed?

The maids are each releasing the knife they had hidden in their slits.

"It's all right, ma'am, I'm not late for watermelons or anything, even though it's a light outfit."

"Oh, that watermelon is a watermelon, isn't it?

"Watermelon is watermelon, no doubt about it"

Wait a minute. This all fits, doesn't it?

"Um, I'm starting to feel like watermelon is a different thing because of you..."

"Shit! Ma'am, I'm here...!

"What, I'm here...?

What are you doing here?

Check over the shoulders of everyone in a circle around me as they fly.

Everyone watched with vigilance the palm forest, which grew radially from the landed white sandy beach.

"Guge"

"- To?"

I've probably come to this world to make the most out of it.

It was, like, a watermelon.

The green sphere contains countless black vertical lines of gizzards, and the contents (...) except from the open mouth are packed with bright red pulp.

"GUGEGUE!!

"... that's crazy. It's not the watermelon I know."

At least the watermelons I know don't gouge and laugh while they open their mouths and show their contents.

Such a watermelon (?) covers the narrow and lonely island beaches.

I mean...... many!!

"I'm coming, lady!

"Gugeye, gugeye, gugeye!!

"Wow!!!?

Frightened!!

Watermelon Frightening!!

The green sphere jumped laughing!!

"Ha!!

"GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU"

A watermelon (…), dimensioned with an Ilia knife, rolled onto the beach screaming of the severed demon.

Red pulp scattered all over the white sandy beach.

"... gross"

Try poking that hemispheric object with a wooden knife, Bikun! And I was still dancing fine.

Around there was a terrible voice called Gwee, Gwee, and a death battle between maids voicing the temper of tearing.

Bicha, and bleeding, then flowing pulp stained my cheek.

Smelled sweet of a fragrant watermelon.

"Lady! Come on, you can split it all you want! We'll take care of it!

"Miss Alice, I'll take care of your back!

"Lady, come on!

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Oh, this watermelon split?

No, well...

Yeah, watermelon splitting, right...

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!

I can see my cheeks pulling.

"Ugh, that sounds like fun and more than anything."

"Enough... I'll do it, I'll do it... hey, hey, hey, hey!

Watermelon that leaped before me! knocked the wooden sword with all his strength.

My hand was paralyzed when the noise came out.

But it didn't crack.

"No, crack it! Crack this place!!

"Guggeggggggggggggggggggggggg!"

"Oh here they come!! Don't laugh!"

Everyone around me cheered for a fierce fight against the watermelon, skilfully avoiding my attack.

"Well yeah!!"

"Gugegegegegee!"

That day, from the lake island of the Principality of Wilmington, he said, the voice Gugegegegegegege did not stop ringing until the sun went down.

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"How was it, ma'am?"

"... it was a watermelon"

Courage and a bite of cracked pulp made it taste like a nostalgic watermelon itself.