At the Northern Fort

I got a name.

The named parent is that female knight, Mr. Tina.

My name here is' Mill '. Sounds like a milk mill, but I was surprised you accidentally wore it with my real name, Milfilia.

I'm still speechless. I can't introduce myself, and I'm sad to be called by a different name than the one my mother gave me because of it, so I'm glad they called me Mill for coincidence.

I'm glad they didn't name me that cheaply because I'm white or because I'm small. No, it's cheap to fix milk mills, too.

But if they put on a chick, I'd be kind of sorry when it grows big.

Now, safely out of the growing cafeteria of people, I was walking fast down the hallway following the knight of the ship's eye.

When I differed from people in the narrow hallway, I hid as much as possible in the shadow of the knight's foot in the eye. Because I'm nervous to be seen by strangers.

I don't think that was the case in my previous life, but I'm familiar with people in this world. Ever since I was born, I guess it's because I've only been dealing with my mother.

The Shigeye knight seems to be quite a great man here, greeted by all the different knights. And they called me "Deputy Director" or something.

Speaking of which, I still don't know the name of the Shigeye knight...

He returned from the dining room to his quarters and back to the room of the knight with the eyes of a ship. The knight with the eyes wears a jacket and is ready to go to work.

I wonder if they can take me. Or leave a message.

With that in mind, observe every action of the knight in the eye. The voicemail is boring, and I want you to take me with you if you can.

"I'll be back once at noon"

I looked at it with anticipation, but I knew I couldn't. The knight with the eye looked down at me and said so.

Leave a message...

My ears and tail dripped plainly.

"I'm going outside with my men this morning. You won't be able to ride a horse."

The knight with the naked eye laughs small at me.

About a horse, even I can ride. If you give me a hug and put it on my back, I'll try to balance it right. Plus, I'm pretty close to the horses in the stables.

But I also know very well that I would be in the way of my job. I can't help it, so let's leave a message.

Give up and head to your own bed with a blanket in the cage.

And, for some reason, the knight with the eye of the ship came after me sneakingly.

I'll be back by noon.

That's what I say and stroke my head.

I heard that earlier.

After about five minutes of stroking me and the eagle, the Shigeye Knight went to work with a little residue.

I'll be back by noon.

All right, all right. I already heard. It's the third time.

I'll be waiting for you till noon.

After the Shigeye knight left the room, I immediately slipped into bed and slept. This wonderful body has no connection to insomnia.

But I had plenty of sleep last night, so I just couldn't sleep until noon.

I woke up in about an hour —— I don't have a clock, so I feel physically for the past hour -- but then I leaned back on my blanket and tried to gobble, chewing on the handle part of the bed cage, but...

I'm free.

I'm super free.

If it's at least some kind of toy, I'd be interested in playing alone. In the simple room of the knight with the eye, there is nothing to play with.

I'll get out of bed and look out the window. But all I see is the sky in my eyes, little one. Because the windows are a little high.

It was clear in the early morning, but now thick clouds are covering the heavens and constantly snowing. It's a little big and flat.

Hilarious, hilarious

Hilarious, Hilarious

I was staring at the snow and my tail was shaking on its own. There doesn't seem to be regularity, watching that snowfall move makes me excited about something. It's like rain. I don't get that much powdered snow.

I enjoy looking out the window for a while, but in the end I get tired of it and look around the room no matter what happens next.

I'll take a little prank and get on the big bed of the Shigeye Knight. The underfoot is fuzzy and fun. But the bed was full of the smell of the knight with the eyes of the ship, and it got a little embarrassed, and I got off. What are you doing, me?

The next thing I saw was a stationery at the window. On the desk, I could see the documents, feather pens and ink pens that remained spread out. Plus a couple of old, thick books.

Speaking of which, can I read the letters of this country?

Interested, I first tried to climb into the chair. Because I don't have enough jumping power to jump directly on my desk.

Standing on the floor with two rear legs with both front legs in a chair, he jumps over and over again from there and manages to get on top.

but it doesn't work very well. My legs, you weak muscle strength.

I'll decide next time! and jump with full force. And at the same time, he supported his body even with the force of his forefoot.

My upper body is on the chair, and all I have to do is my lower body. Bump your legs in the air and climb with the momentum. As soon as I get distracted, I'm going to lose my temper.

Whoa, come on, my biceps! Pull your lower body up!

When I managed to successfully climb the top of the chair, I felt a light sense of accomplishment. My forelegs pull.

Climbing from chair to desk was then easier with lower steps than going from floor to chair.

The view of the room overlooking the desk is somewhat fresh. High vision and tension.

Well... and turned to a few books that were piled up on my desk. I try to read the letters on the back cover, but I still don't know what it means. Such letters, like the one that broke the alphabet and made it a little more complicated. I don't even recognize him in my previous life.

I still have to study properly. Something like this... can't you read pah with the power of the Spirit or something? I can't, can I?

In fact, I didn't understand the language from the beginning either. I wonder if it feels like I remembered as I heard your mother speak. But still, I think he was more capable of learning than a human baby. I don't know if that's because I'm a spirit or because I have memories of previous life.

Try to cleverly open the top book stacked in front of you with your nose tip. ink and the smell of slightly damp paper spread.

Follow with your eyes the fine letters that are spelled. Yeah, I don't know!

When you're a little older, let your mother teach you the letters.

I gave up reading books and on a narrow desk I flipped my body around. To the chair again, and to get down to the floor.

But as I proceeded with my steps, something small and stiff hit my forefoot. He fell like I was kicked in the ass. It was ink that the lid wasn't completely tight.

Needless to say, ink is liquid. It has little viscosity and is exposed. I mean, the moment I knocked it down, it was already spreading on my desk. I didn't have time to stop.

And needless to say, the ink is black. It's so black that there's no more.

I didn't panic, I just stared at the sight of it spreading over the documents that seemed important.

Human beings, when they fall into an emergency, are the opposite of what calms them down.

I stare swallowingly at the black ink staining my white paperwork and wooden desk, wondering, "Oh, I don't know what to do..." etc. I don't want to admit the fact that my brain smashed the ink.

Where spreading ink was about to reach the book, my head finally worked out. Push the book with your nose and I'll keep you away from the ink threat.

but I pushed it too far and fell off my desk.

Bashful, flashy sounds and books scattered across the floor. My brain stopped working again.

It's okay, it's okay.

I look down from the top of my fearful desk as I encourage myself. The bodies of the wretched books that forced me to jump were there. Oh......

In the meantime, I went down to the floor, too. I can't undo the ink that's spread on my desk anymore. I have no choice in that anymore.

But enough to manage a scattered book, I'd be able to do it with a meatballed forefoot.

Using my nose, mouth, and forelegs, I lined up the books, one book at a time, on the floor. Anything that falls on the floor with it open also closes and restarts it properly.

And I realize in the middle of that work.

The book is dirty with ink.

Weird. I did drop them off my desk, but I thought I could help from that black guy.

Exploring the causes of this tragedy, I faced terrible facts.

My forelegs are... stained black with ink...

He didn't realize I was dumb enough to be soaking my feet in ink on my desk.

I swallowed a prayer. My heart is making a sound like a buck.

It's okay, it's okay.

Though frightened of war, he looks around softly.

Floors and chairs. There were a number of black meatballs footprints left where I walked, defiling the room.

Ink drips from the top of the desk and continues to stain the floor as it is currently progressing and puffy.

Hey this... erm...

Don't rush, don't rush.

I can't get it back from here, or I'll make my little brain work desperately.

There doesn't seem to be anything convenient in this world called tissues. There are no rags in the room either. Even if it did, I can't handle it well with my hands, and there's no way I can completely wipe off black ink. It just keeps spreading.

……

A cold sweat blew out of the meatballs.

How much, what should I do!!

As it is, the Shigeye Knight will piss me off! Somehow, we have to restore him to his original condition before he returns!

I can't stay or stand, and I repeat my footsteps that I did it on the spot.

However, he realizes that the floor will become even more dirty and hurries to rest. I'd rather not move when I'm nagging. My feet are now under the curse of ink. We must not spread the damage any further.

Ink smashed over the desk. documents dyed black in the wake of its erosion. And on chairs, floors, scattered books, a number of black meatballs traces......

I was halfway through a tragedy that made me want to cover my eyes, and I just stood still.