"Rose... can't we figure out how to get around this...?
Richt asks Rosé as he looks at the distant ground.
It's the third empty journey of my life.
Again, it's not something I get used to no matter how many times I do it.
"But if it comes from the ground, it'll take you many times longer, won't it?
"That's right..."
"He said Richter was just scared. It's fun to get used to."
"Dorothy's too quick to get used to it!
Dorothy and Rosé were flying next door, as they followed Richt, who was afraid of heights.
Watching two people flying like they feel good makes me feel like I'm losing a lot of money.
As for Dorothy, even though this is her first flight, it's a flying technique that won't take a pull on Rosé.
Only the mind does, and the bat grabbing the clothes looks happy too.
"Yes, Mr. Richt! Let's talk and distract you!
"Is there anything we can talk about doing at a time like this...?
"I might want to hear Mr. Rosé's old story."
"... I do care."
Rosé's care allowed Richt to forget the sky only for a moment.
An unexpected blind spot that when you meditate on your eyes and try to force them to distract you, on the contrary, you become aware of the sky.
Thinking about it, telling a completely irrelevant story might be a surprisingly good idea.
Now, Rose is desperately trying to remember the old days.
"I... you were just a child crying. Now that I think about it, maybe it was sweet on your father or your mother."
"I've been crying before."
"Oh, that's because Mr. Richter was badly injured -!"
To Richt's word, Rosé dyes his face red and says back.
Guilt and impudence then cannot be forgotten no matter how much time goes by.
I was just wagging at my mom - not like the tears I had when I was a kid.
"On the contrary, I have an image of Dorothy not crying, but how was it actually...?
"My master used to make me cry every day. I've been a disciple since I was a kid. Now it's a joke."
"That was tough..."
In Richter, the moment Dorothy's image collapsed.
Dorothy, who seems to be unrelated to effort, has also had special training in the past for bloodstaining.
The Eternal Necromancer was made by daily piles.
"Even so, if I was rebelling against the king or the great man, he would have killed me. Ahahahahahaha."
"Is that a joke...? What, but I've heard you lost your life at the end of a death fight against demons?
"I'm such a liar. The truth is, five of us are going to sleep together."
"... this is going to be dark"
Three people who have stepped into a dark part of the human world with the intention of making it a fun conversation.
Rose, who would have been raised loose, is shaking her body with blurbs even just listening.
"Uh! What is your favorite animal! I like dogs!
Rose tries to change the air somehow.
Its health had planted guilt in Richter's heart.
At least, I'm not talking about doing it in front of Rosé.
"... somehow, Mr. Rose sounds like a dog, doesn't he? In a very good way."
"Heh!? Oh really...!?"
Dorothy's compliment (?) dyes Rosé's face even more red.
Rose herself doesn't seem to be full.
There were many parts that did match, such as where I was doing my best for Aria, my husband, and where I was honestly pleased to be praised.
"D, I think Mr. Dorothy looks like a cat! It's my pace!
"You're praising me...?
Especially meaningless conversations.
Still.
I felt the distance between Dorothy and Rosé was close.
Richt, who knows Dorothy's inner heart, who wants to get along with the rest of his people, also forgets his fear and looks at the sight.
"- Ah! There it is! There it is! That's my home!
"Ugh, you're lying..."
"Wow..."
Beyond what Rose points to.
There was a castle that was too huge to see clearly even from quite a distance.