Another Arcadia Online

"That's the story of an old lady and her grandson who were in a mountain hut.

Your grandson was born weak and lived every day breathing the clean air of the mountains.

"Grandson, do you want something to eat?

That said, my grandson said, 'I want hamburgers'.

Grandma smiles. 'Okay,' she smiles. She acknowledges with pleasure. Grandma's cooking is awesome, Grandma's cooking is not beaten by anyone.

Your grandson was proud of his grandmother.

Then the Guest comes to visit.

"Grandma, get out of my way."

and a man with a plump body came inside. The plump man sits in his chair, waiting for his grandmother's tea. Neither my grandson nor my grandmother are strangers to this man.

He was a man living in a town at the foot of the mountain. I'm the one who comes to deliver clothes to my grandmother.

'No, you know what? All these weird bodies have been rolling around town lately. "

'Oh, really? It's scary, it's noisy.'

"Oh. There's a killer in that town."

I don't show a scared look, Grandma. Grandma has been like this for a long time. Is your liver sitting around, or are you absolutely confident that you won't be attacked?

My grandson suspected a little of such a grandmother.

"Why are you so calm? If you hear of a killer, you should be disturbed... '

But only Grandma doesn't have it. Grandma's strong enough to pay back a killer.

"Grandma. People in town think of you as a killer. What do you say?

'... ha. It's outrageous to be suspected. I'm not. There's not enough liver to kill people.'

"Is that true?

'If you think it's a lie, you can keep an eye on it all day. I don't care. "

That being said, the fuzzy man is convinced and will not pursue any further.

'Look, it's tea. Not at all. Tea isn't just any tea, so don't come here to waste your time.'

I'm not going to waste my time. Look, the clothes you wanted. You're gonna put it on your grandson, aren't you?

"Thank you. I'm always sorry. '

'It's okay because you're making me drink delicious tea. Then don't come back.'

The fuzzy man leaves.

I decided to observe my grandmother all the time while sitting in a chair. Grandma takes the meat out of the floor. It was fresh venison delivered every morning from a hunter's man. I'm mincing venison.

"I'm not uncomfortable anywhere."

There is no way my grandmother is a killer.

But Grandma is somewhat suspicious. It's unnatural to be calm. When I find it unnatural, I become suspicious of my previous life.

So my grandson stopped thinking.

"Grandma, I'll help you."

Are you sure? Then cut the onion. "

My grandson has a knife in his hand.

And I'm going to cut it in rhythm. Tong Tong, as usual.

"Grandma, I got you some red wine. But it's in the frying pan."

My grandson's knife has red wine on it - "

... Scary.

We were on our way to eternity listening to Misogi's monstrous stories.

Honestly, I was scared to start talking earlier...... What? A narrative trick? No, I don't think so... I should have asked...... I regret it so much.

It was definitely not a ghost. I'm not a ghost...

"What are you afraid of right now?

"I don't know..."

They don't know about Ootoo and Saba.

On the contrary, have you figured out the tuna? I'm bluing my face.

"Are you saying my grandmother was being fed human flesh with a killer?

"Oh, my God..."

"No, I'm not. Grandma's not a killer."

Yes, Grandma is not a killer.

Grandma is.

"Try to get the characters together first."

"Huh? To grandchildren, to grandmothers, to plump men, murderers, right?

"There's one more."

"What?"

That's what Tuna points out.

There is no such thing as a lot of rust and ostriches.

"Kukukuku...... Murderers are just characters in stories. It's wrong to include it."

"So is that... But you're not afraid of anywhere."

"That's right..."

"Don't know? Grandma, you seemed good at cooking, didn't you?

"Well, yeah."

"Do you think Grandma would have the wrong time to serve red wine?

…………

They both noticed.

"No way... the killer is your grandson..."

"Correct…. Grandma was calm because she knew her grandson was committing murder and she was confident she wouldn't kill herself...... it is. Still an amateur work though, sir...... I'm still studying narrative tricks..."

... I'm scared to be honest.

Yep, I don't want to go all the time......

"You followed me while we were talking..."

"... To be honest, I didn't want you to find me the most right now"

"Likewise......"

"My chest is pounding......! Kuck, kuck, kuck."

The rock in front of me has bills on it.

It creates the feeling that there is something about it, and the road that leads to the back of the rock is dark and voices echo. Scary. Honestly, I want to go home at this point already...... Can I log you out? Oh, Lispawn's better.

Or I want to go home......