Black Summoner

- Kelvin Mansion/Garden

"Uh-huh, uh-huh."

A day passed since my return to Pars. When the sun rose to sunny weather just above it, Dahak was shaping garden trees that had not been maintained in the mansion's garden for some time. Dahak looking in a good mood whispering his nose song. It's not that I'm in a particularly good mood today, it's basically something like this all the time when I'm doing dirt bullying and field work.

"Haku, you're gonna be fine today."

"Ah, my lady! Ugh, it's what I like and do. Is Alex in your daughter's shadow?

"Yeah. I'm taking a nap now. I think I ate too much rice."

From behind the grinning Lion, Hitra peeks into his face for a moment to see what's going on in the garden.

"Maintenance is very delicate, no matter what it looks like. The trees and flowers seem to be delighted."

"Oh, my God, there was a little one."

"Who's the little one! It's a little smaller than you, Lion!

Stra complaining face to face with Dahak on the strong side. In the beginning, the familiarity just hiding in the shadows of Lion caught my eye, but now I'm completely used to it. I can't even see the fine dust in those days. Most importantly, it has nothing to do with Dahak's constitution, which is so easily missed by children.

"Lyon's daughter is special, she's special. The breadth and depth of nostalgia is amazing even if it's tiny."

"Chi, Chi Mai... Yeah, right... Luca's been over me lately, too, chest..."

"I'm not talking about that one, it's S.S.!?

"What are you talking about?

Not in the sense of setting up a chase on Lion, but now it's time for the similarly shaped Stra to grow into quite a bit of style, too, if he returns to his original appearance. Back length is also crossed. Rion, irritated by a sense of despair in which his daily efforts were not rewarded, merely put his hands on his own chest.

"Oh yeah! A week from now, they're going to Delamis! I heard from my brother who came home with Ange from the Alliance."

Feeling a topic and air that should not be touched upon, Dahak immediately attempts to shift to another story. It's a topic that Lion seems interested in, with Kelvin involved in the story.

"Oh, yeah. It seems so. He said to Kerr that the main house of Lynnesism might be able to find out something about Elealis and God's messenger."

"Delamis ~. Colette, are you there?

"I'm sure there is. We'll play together when we get over there."

There's also unintentional Stra coverage, and apparently Lyon's back on track. The relieved Dahak clenches his fist in an invisible position to Lion and others.

"Oh, yeah. You're back in Kerr, aren't you? Are you in the mansion?

I want to play with you. Rion's face clearly says so, but Dahak gets in trouble again.

"Yes, but I immediately stopped going to the underground blacksmith room. Perhaps Mr. Serra is with us."

"Oh well. For that matter, you won't be out till dinner..."

Kelvin is satisfied once he immerses himself in his hobby, or he doesn't come back from his hobby room in the basement until it's time for a meal. Even as a lion I didn't want to interrupt Kelvin's time, so I rarely went into a blacksmith room or any other facility. That's what Dahak knew.

"With that said, I hear Haku has some weapons to make this time. You can't use people's gear when you're in dragon form, so you're making it for that, right?

"Ugh! It's easy to get as many good ingredients from that stupid big golem as you want. He said he could finally work on my gear and Boga's gear. I noticed in the gown that 'Martial Arts' works even in dragon figures! Joining there is a weapon that my brother builds up himself...... Kuh, touching!

"Haku, are you crying?... All right, all right."

After climbing the ladder used by Dahak to care for the trees, Stra strokes Dahak's head.

"No, you're not! This is sweat! Inspiring sweat! And get out of danger."

"What a touching sweat... but then you can't help it, can you? Um, so you're back with me, Anne. What about you?

"Looks like he's working on Luca's combat maneuvers at the training ground. Anything, I'll raise you fine as an assassin! Or so I told him. You seem to like Luca, too. Luca was motivated, and it was like a sisterhood."

"Luca is a maid of honor..."

"You can think of polishing your protective techniques, Lion."

I'm a little wondering if assassination and escort will do equals, Lion. But there's no other way to believe that because it's Stra's word. And if we were at the training ground, maybe we could continue yesterday's practice - too.

"Let's go to the training ground too, Stra."

"Yeah! Bye, Haku"

"Don't fall too fast, will you?... That's enough."

When Dahak turned to the door of the mansion, the door was just about to close with a baton.

- Kelvin Mansion/Underground Training Ground

"Are you sure you want to do this? I was pretty strong in the country, wasn't I?

"Otherwise it doesn't make sense. I want to see if I can make it through."

In the underground training yard, there was a confrontation between Stra, who carried a large backpack, and Hoover, who carried a Great Falls spear (cataract lance) in a maid. It began when Stra discovered Hoover, who was on a made-up break at the training ground (skipping), said he wanted to "arch with him". Hoover cannot be defied, even because it is an order from the Lord. I took it lightly and agreed that I should do something a little more military training, but somehow it was a real mock game format.

"Best of luck, Stra!

"Master, which one wins!?

"Sweet, Luca. True bastards are prepared to deal with whichever wins! Prepare to celebrate!

………

It even mixed up with the maids Rosalia, who somehow wouldn't try to move with a cold smile, to the people who said whatever they wanted in the tour seats. You skipped again, didn't you? And, even from here it's easy to detect that you're angry as a ghost behind a smile is somewhat away.

(Ya, it's hard...... and why is Rosalia here!? Isn't that a punishment decision already!

What's more, the other Stra is also a hard factor. No, rather than what Stra says, there's what's behind it. Two small black eyes in circles, staring at Hoover. Hoover had a good look at it. Because Stra always carries it with him.

(But something, bigger than usual, like this...... bigger...?

Hoover stares at that behind him. Something that only puts a straight face out of the backpack on Stra's back. That's Stra's favorite, Mr. Bear's Nuigurumi. It's also a rare substitute for the premiere with a limited edition. But that nuigurumi I watched on a daily basis was about the size of a small stra that I could hold with one hand.

(... after all, it doesn't matter how you look at it, does it? Just the part of your face that you're letting peek at from your backpack is more than one turn larger than Master Stra's face)

Bear face larger than the volume of backpack that appears to be a relatively large size. Imagine being able to fit into a backpack, your body is smaller than two heads, and it becomes unbalanced. For example, is it still different from the original Nuigurumi? Even as he thinks of it that way, the gaze of his circular eyes and Stra's motivated and loving eyes comes towards Hoover. Very hard to do.

"I, Rosalia, will serve as the judge of the mock."

"Whew!"

"... what is it?

"Yes, no, it's nothing, yes..."

You were concentrating your consciousness too much on the front, Hoover didn't realize Rosalia was approaching. Surprised enough to make a barbaric noise. And scared.

"If Master Stra wins, we will serve a special made-to-measure putting for snacks. In addition, Hoover doubled the number of cleaning locations. If Hoover wins, it's doubling Hoover's cleaning location. Are there any differences?

"Wow, special putting! What's Leon's share?

"Absolutely."

"Hey, hey, isn't that strange for a boulder!?

"... right. Excuse me. If Master Stra wins, Hoover will triple the number of cleaners!

"Gah!"

No matter which way you fall, your anger will not subside. Hoover's objections were far-fetched.