Black Summoner

- Spirit Song Pavilion/Tavern

Some adventurers who were near the entrance notice a sudden five-man visit. To see from the outfit, is it a silver-haired girl swordsman, a Dwarf heavy warrior, an elf wizard, and an animal fist man? I wasn't sure about the redhead.

"Those guys, that's a face you don't see. Mr. Beppin wouldn't have forgotten."

"It's Mr. Kelvin's promotion speech anyway, isn't it? I came from outside in a hurry to make it to the event, but it's a common pattern that can't be found anywhere in the inn and rice. So was last year's gown. I've experienced it, and I'm telling you, no doubt about it."

"Hey, it's not about time! They're coming out with Effil-chan's fish dishes! Whatever, I'm talking about the direct cooking of the Trage Royal Cuisine!

"Seriously!? You can't do this!

"Calm down. They said they'd line up all the tables properly."

But the adventurers' interests seem to have switched instantly. I've already forgotten about the five-person thing and am totally into cooking.

"Ho, looks like you have a big cook in this tavern. I want to try it too."

"Don't say cocksuckers are impotent either. I'll get you your next meal."

An elf woman takes the lead in trying to leave the Spirit Song Pavilion.

"Direct cooking, huh. I'm sure it's delicious..."

"Sylvia, don't be so sloppy. Look, I'll give you the dried meat I left behind."

"Yeah, thanks"

They say Sylvia. Beautiful girl with silver hair is terribly depressed. Haven't you spoken of rice for a while? I'm not as energetic as I'm likely to hear a belly sound if I clear my ears. I received dried meat from the red-haired girl and started eating the chickens.

"... ch! Shh. Sylvia, wait a minute."

"Nagua, what are you doing"

Man of the Beast, watching Nagua walk out into the liquor store, an elf woman calls Nagua to a halt.

"If you don't have a seat to sit on, you just have to make it. I'll take it from the right guy."

"Are you stupid? What about you?!? Please don't cause any extra problems!

Goo.

At the same time I scream, the belly of an elf woman rings. Apparently this one was hungry too. Cut it out. The woman is turning her white skin bright red because of the lack of patience.

"Look, even you are. What is it? Ariel."

"Ko, this is..."

Nagua, no violence.

"Wow. Try (...) to refrain"

Not sure if he understands Sylvia's words, but Nagua steps inside the Spirit Song Pavilion looking for prey.

(I'll leave it to Ariel. It won't be on the rice for long. Damn, I'm willing to let Sylvia walk any further. Ha, I'm gonna have to take my skin off here!

(- or so I guess you're thinking. Nagua guy)

The red-haired girl, Emma, was spotting that Nagua was cheeky on Sylvia.

(Well, what if he feels like he's having a seizure? Come on -)

As Nagua looked around the store, a group caught his eye.

"So, I'm not thanking you for seeing me the other day, but I have something I want you to take. I might have said something terrible then... oh, you're empty. I'll pour it."

"Serra, hey, hey, hey, hey! That's the sixth one!

"It's okay because it's not booze. I'll hang out with you for about this. And don't worry about that time. I did it on my own."

"Dear Sir, it's tough. Curry's not coming out."

There was a man in black in the center of that table. Let the red-haired beauty exaggerate, and on the other side of it, the blue-haired, clear pretty girl doesn't grab the man's arm and try to let him go. Plus a cute girl - Nagua's vision stained bright red around here. I haven't gotten into the earliest eyes, such as the big armor sitting across from the man.

(He's the only one, isn't he? You can kill him. Oh, you'll be forgiven)

Nagua proceeds with Zunzun as he puts his blue muscles on his forehead. For the sake of hungry Sylvia, just for the sake of her own stomach.

As Serra entertains me, I am also aware of the beast man who is coming this way. If you're guessing from Pretty's previous information, that silver-haired girl would probably be Sylvia. It was the beginning of hearing the name Sylvia, but I wasn't looking to take any action, especially from here. This is how I am. But behind my thoughts, a Sylvia party-member-like beast man approached our table. He was originally a bad face on the strong side, but as soon as he found me, he's obviously exposed his anger. Did I do something?

"Uh, this is--"

Serra tries to get something out of her nostalgia. But timing was good, and the beast man threw words at me fast.

"Hey, dark-haired lady there. Sounds like you're having a lot of fun."

"... er, which one was it?

"Ha, it's my first meeting! I'm sorry, but will you give me this seat? All the shops are full, I'm a mess. Hey, you seem like a sweetheart, you'll give it up, won't you?

That's a blatantly provocative attitude. Do you think you can get out of the way if you show harmfulness? At ease, I said, but that's only if there's no obstacle. This feast was opened for me by Serra and Gerrard, and I can't forgive you for breaking it.

"I'm sorry. This seat is my reserved seat. Will you hit the other one?

Let the smile stick to your face and gently say no. Now if we're going to go home honestly, well, if we're going to get our hands on it, we have to deal with it accordingly.

"Ha, don't be strong because you're in front of a woman! Or don't you get it yet? I said get out of there!

The men's voices and the adventurers around them seem to have noticed something. I'm turning a blind eye to something. Gerrard and the others didn't say anything, but they were all on the alert.

"So don't say it again and again. I'm saying no. Are those ears decorative?

"It's only good to have the guts. Get on the table. Make me regret it."

- Hey, I'm sorry.

Never even heard of it, Serra's cold voice. When Serra grabbed the edge of the round table in a slow motion, the pisci and the cracks from it ran and smashed and scattered. Once in a while, it's a thick, sturdy table for adventurers who are proud of their strength to wrestle with their arms. The dish on the tabletop is guarded dead by Gerrard, who put Luca on his lap, and Lion, who was attentive to his surroundings. Melfina also had a large plate with steamed chicken in her hand.

"You don't have to be on the table. 'Cause here I'll finish you off."

That's not what we planned, is it? Serra's red eyes, rising with black magic, are even more red stained. Se, sela!?

'That's a trait when the devil rages. Seriously, I'm out.'

Melfina's sober commentary. Then pack the steamed chicken.

'No, why is Selah so mad at you!?

"Luckily that beast man came where I shook my courage to be her, something like that? That's rare for a lucky girlfriend. '

Take my agitation elsewhere, and the tavern will be vibrant at once.

"Duel! Here comes the duel!

"That beast man, there's going to be Effil-chan's cooking...!

"Hey, I'll drop by the table. Watch out for cracks, right? Claire's gonna kill me."

"Which one do you bet?

"It's the mistake of how many seconds you have. I've never seen you like that before."

I wonder what this finished collaboration is even though we're all drunk. The adventurers set the stage for a duel. A round table is installed on the side at the wall to replace the fence, and the simple passenger seats are completed as soon as possible. It's the end of the day when those who make bets start to come out.

"CH! I don't need a girl or a kid. Get that brunette out there."

"Cancellation annoys me. If you're scared, say so."

"Ahem!?

Sparks scatter between Bishibishi, Serra and the Man of the Beast. In the meantime, there was someone coming this way. Sylvia and her people.

"Oh, there you are! We're from that stupid dog party! First of all, I apologize for the disrespect. Sorry!

An elf woman bent her hips 90 degrees and has been bowing her head with tremendous momentum. Then Sylvia and the red-haired girl, the Dwarf man, also say words of apology.

"I'll take that fool home responsibly! Please, will you let me take down the duel? Of course, we'll give you the money you deserve for the inconvenience."

"No, as far as I'm concerned, that would be nice if the noise subsided..."

See Serra again. I still don't want to receive the message I sent earlier.

"You can't. Let us do it until we are satisfied."

"Oh, no... she's in danger! He's Nagua the Wesen, and he's a two-name adventurer!

"Do you have two names, that's tough"

"Then let the duel stop as soon as possible -"

"Ariel, no"

Sylvia put her hand on the elf's shoulder and waved her full face to the side.

"The danger is Nagua."