Peace is a classic boring thing.
The life as usual, the irreplaceable landscape, the daily life without shaking - they do not seem or seem to be stagnant, if any. Anyway, it doesn't change anything. Without any disturbing signs of bad things happening, even lifestyles are constant.
That must have been the days I've been waiting for.
But, but.
The peaceful routine he got was unrelated to such boredom.
First and foremost, there was no place for tranquillity.
No, sometimes I do - I don't even feel like it.
For example, everyone can't soak up their afternoons when they're exhausted.
But for the most part, even such a calm time was destroyed.
Instantly, thoroughly, it became dust.
"Ohhhhh!?
It was Miliu's screaming that echoed loudly.
The cry so intense that it might not only shake the mansion itself, but also cause it to collapse, was nothing but proof of what happened again today.
"What the... at this hour..."
Setuna frowned on a scream that pierced her ear and severely irritated her eardrum. Scratch a heavy eyelid and grab an object with your hand that blocks your vision. It's a newspaper. We're picking it up from the continent. It's got an article on what happened today in a glass of paper, and he fell asleep while reading through it.
Reading letters is a hobby I've earned these days. Until then, I hated letters and texts so much that I had a headache just thinking about letters, but since the battlefield had moved away and I had only been able to do about a workout to such an extent that I wouldn't let my muscles fade, I started reading books.
That was also the recommendation of Faria and Miliu, and the book they would recommend was easy to read and for.
Thanks to this, I was so obsessed with reading that I was worried that I might be addicted to typography right now. There is a universe of letters in the book that has never been imagined before. There was no way I wasn't obsessed.
And with that, I looked again at newspaper articles and so on about ourselves that were previously spelled out, and also looked back at the past. Now it's all fantastic, those days.
Someone leaked a flaw as I put the newspaper behind my bench.
"Huh... what... is it the Miliu one?
Ragna is the one dressed in the anomaly of pillowing Setuna's belly to sleep in a bench. Humane, she is a beauty who is neither pushed nor pushed, wrapping her fleshy limbs in simple clothing. Long jade hair is tied to one behind it because it emphasizes ease of movement like clothing.
For her, a dragon genus, wearing clothes is unthinkable, but Phalia and the others have made me promise that she will never be naked in public between the human condition and the dragon condition. If I don't, I'll take my clothes off as soon as I can, and I'm going to run around naked, so I can't help it.
No matter how little we don't have here that's unfamiliar with the Setunas, something will go wrong.
"Now what did you do..."
Setuna waited for Ragna to get up slowly. And I didn't try to unravel the ragna clinging to it as it flowed as it stood when I took my seat so she could pull me over.
Step out of the study into the hallway and walk out in the direction where your voice spoke.
"From over there... you were"
"Hmm. There's no mistake in my ear."
He whispers like a dragon king slept in his ear.
Setsuna herself, close to being semi-awakened, wanted to go back for a nap soon, but it wasn't something I figured out what I would do if I left Miliu alone like that. I never caught a busy eye leaving Miryu in the middle of some commotion.
I don't have to wonder if that's the same thing if I'm going to jump into the vortex.
but I just have to go.
I notice that the direction of travel at the end of a corridor so wide that the dragon is likely to pass is invisible due to the smoke that stands on its feet.
"What is that?"
"Kitchen...... Miliu......!
Setsuna ran down the hallway, trying to be moved by a bad feeling. The smoke is coming out of the kitchen. In other words, Miryu could be in the kitchen wrapped in smoke. No matter how many armed summoners you are, you are just a human being in normal times. If there's a fire or something, and you get caught in smoke, it's a big deal.
As he hurried through the hallway and reached in front of the kitchen, he went to Ragna.
"Can you do something about the smoke?"
"At the Lord's request, leave it to me."
Though she seemed lazy, Ragna offered her right hand from behind Setuna. When I rang my white and supple fingers, that alone blew the smoke in front of me and opened my sight. Clearly visible to the inside of the kitchen.
"Miliu, come on!
"It's not bullshit at all!
With a perfectly mundane voice, the reply of conflicting contents flew in, so Setuna stepped inside the kitchen, though bewildered. Then he had to look at the smell of burning so much, and as he went further, Miliu's figure jumped into his eyes, angrily nestled in front of the furnace.
"... but it's true."
"Where is it!?
If Ragna snapped, he stared at Ragna with a face that said Miliu couldn't believe it. With the same bright red hair slightly shortened, the usual girlfriend looks at this one with blue eyes. What I wear is everyday clothing that accentuates my body shape, wrapping a prefix for cooking from above. But even the way you can feel the pity is ruined by the smoke.
"Where..."
"It's a huge failure!
"... oh yes..."
"Oh yeah what!? My darling, the dish I was cooking so thoroughly for you has been completely devastated!?
"It's... the... I don't know..."
Peeping into the pan on the furnace as she wandered into the unexpected sword curtain of Miliu, the tragedy as she said was indeed unfolding. So much so that we don't know what kind of dish we tried to cook for the ingredients, everything is burning and we're losing the prototype. I had no idea how to get into this situation, and I couldn't understand it.
Miliu is not a bad cook.
Since the Gandhian era, cooking handicrafts in the garrison has fed Setuna, and Gaine-Rijul has handled the cooking to the point where he said he could gain and become a cook.
Why has it led to such a devastating tragedy?
"You can't eat this."
"Of course I do! If I put this out, Setuna's beloved wife's name will be obsolete!
"Who's my loving wife, who's"
"Ah... si."
Miliu, who had lovingly and naturally affirmed himself, quickly returned his gaze to the pot.
"Because of this, of this"
So she glanced at the furnace placed under the pan.