At the Northern Fort

"Father and everyone, hang in there!

When I turn into a little snowstorm, my father and the woodbaums and knights will be left here.

"Mi, Milfilia, wait......!

"Hey, your uncle... Dad, what's up, this!

And I began to rush as I spoken.

"Because I'll be right back!

When I said that quickly before it disappeared completely, I flew to my mother.

After a moment of darkness, you arrive at the residence of Mount Snowlea. But in the cave, there was one other customer besides my mother.

It's Mr. Daffine.

"Oh, welcome back, Milfilia"

"That was fast. Come to my mother."

The two are looking like people, sitting on dead grass on their beds drinking alcohol. Alcohol will have been contributed by the locals by my mother.

But it's a strange sight for two beautiful women to be sitting in such a cave drinking alcohol. I wonder if it was even at the Spirit's Mom Party.

I approached my red-faced mother.

Is that it? My mother has white ears and tails just like when I became human.

"Mother, you know"

"Do you want some milphyria, too? It's delicious."

My mother put her cup in her mouth with my head. I don't really like the smell of alcohol, so I wrinkle my nose and blush my face.

"You're drunk, Snowlea. It's early for Milphilia."

Mr. Daffine flattered my mother,

"Milphyria, the soft little girl."

Gyu, he can hug me and rub my cheek against him. I wonder how much I drank. I think I'm drunk, so my ears and tail are out.

"Huh, what were you two doing?

Ask Mr. Daffine as he is tightened on his mother, who shakes his tail cheerfully.

"I'm not talking about a big deal. I was just drinking to a liquor dish about how cute my kid is. Then Snowlea seems to have gone too far."

"Milphyria ~. Sweet little girl of wrinkles ~"

My mother was bare and repeated the same words.

"Mother, twitch..."

I know he's unconscious, but his mother's arm around his neck is strangling me.

But in the next moment those arms separated, and my mother lifted my body to offer to Mr. Daffine.

"Behold, Daffine! A strawberry boy! You're so cute!

"Yeah, I'm watching. And I know she's cute."

"Look harder. Though you think you're cute, you're a hundred times cute."

My mother pushed so tightly that my nose and Mr. Daffine's stuck. Mr. Daffine deflects his face with a troubled face and strokes my nose tip.

"No more. Snowlea is a hassle when you get drunk. Speaking of which, Milfilia, what happened to the last time you came here to talk to me?

"How can a soft child be so adorable? I want to eat it..."

I am buried in my mother's arms when I am embraced again.

"Oh, I'm sick of that, too. Thanks! You two are getting along. But I have other problems right now... Ugh, yeah..."

"Snowlea, Milfiria's going to suffer."

"What!? What's wrong, Milfilia!

I don't know what to do anymore, shaken up by the crap. This and I stared at the ceiling of my residence with a distant eye.

But if you give up here, the northern fort will be in trouble, so give up about your mother and tell Mr. Daffine what happened.

"You know, my father is in the north right now."

"Oh, it's so unusual for Wartrust to come out of the lake where he lives. Is something wrong?

"It's like Father's going to live all the way up north."

Mr. Daffine looks surprised there.

"You mean move the address to the fort?

"Yeah, he wants to be near me."

Briefly explaining that he had not been able to visit his father recently, and that his father had missed it and had come here, Mr. Daffine further drooped his drooling brow and laughed bitterly.

"You're a troubled spirit, WarTrust. You're older than any of us."

"You wartrust. Don't try to take Milphyria away from me!

"No one said that!

"I won't let that happen!

"Come on, Mother."

Soon after I tried to calm her down, my mother was trying to fly somewhere using mobility. Probably at your father's.

"Wow! Mr. Daffine, come with me!

I can't handle your father and your drunk mother alone! and asked for help, Mr. Daffine looked tired and

"Yeah, I know."

And he still put down the leftover glass of alcohol.

Uh, I'm sorry for the inconvenience you caused me with my parents and kids.

Back at the northern fort, unexpectedly some knights were approaching their father and were in the middle of something to talk about.

"So, the Kugarg guy always sticks to your daughter when he comes to see you."

"You still think it's too soon for Mill to have a boyfriend."

"Tell Kugarg everything from your father."

What are you blowing into your sleepy father!

When Kichan barked, everyone seemed to notice that I was back.

Even on my mother, with her sitting eyes and belligerently shaking her tail, and the brown beauty next to me.

"Ooh... two beauties"

"I need to burn it in my eyes."

The knights, hungry for women other than Mr. Tina and Mr. Rekka, stop blinking and open their eyes.

On the other hand, Mr. Branch Leader seemed disappointed that the two were people, and looked palpable and unfortunate. Mr. Branch Leader doesn't bluff.

As the knights step back, my mother grabs me and approaches me to my father.

"WarTrust! What are you doing here! This neighborhood is not a frigid territory!

"Snowlea, or... Smells like booze..."

Father said with a red tongue out.

Apparently snakes sense the smell with their tongues.

"Answer the straw question! They are going to take Milphyria away from the womb!

I'm telling you, I'm causing a blizzard and hitting my father.

Father closed his eyes in peace as he was frozen in the face, sucking......

"Wow, Mother! Father's going to hibernate!

Stop, stop!

"Snowlea, calm down for a second. Resist the war trust a little bit."

Mr. Daffine told me, and my mother stopped the blizzard with her eyes seated. Father lifts his eyelids in response to my voice squeaking. The snow, which was frozen on the scales, fell parry.

Mr. Daffine looks in trouble with one hand against his jaw from the position he was in with his arms together.

"Not at all, I don't know what to do. Wouldn't Wartrust be returning to his original address?

"... who are you?

Father looks at Mr. Daffine and says something like that.

"It's Daffine! of the Spirit of the earth! You must have seen him several times!

Mr. Daffine, who is warm enough for this, also roughed up his voice. You've seen him in the spring, too. Father is really not interested in what's going on around him.

"Right..."

To his father, who said in a monotonous voice, Mr. Daffine put one hand on his temple.

Don't give up! Good luck!