Blooming in Different World is a Lily Flower

Sober air in the early morning.

In a mixed blue and orange morning sun, Fuuka sat on a bench in the village square with a blur.

Running over to Fuuka, Miyako speaks softly.

"Fuuka."

On the knee of the hookah, a rounded sea urchin rests.

That beautiful divine beast appearance is also the appearance of a mundane Persian cat who took it off and made a covenant with Miako. If you look at it this way, it's really just like a cat.

... I mean. Go to sleep, Spirit.

"Miako. Has Mr. Shanley settled down yet?

"Yeah, I don't know"

Heh, and Miako laughs bitterly.

The drug effect of Moonlight Grass was surface (tempestuous), and the medical condition of Shanley's daughter improved at once with medicines formulated according to the medical books Huka had memorized.

If you survive even the deadly phase of being angry in your body, the rest is the end of the situation with white magic healing light (heels) protected by water spirits.

From the unconscious weight, Shanley was crying loudly at her daughter, who was able to speak clearly as soon as possible.

Among other things, Shanley was so moved that she wanted to be in the arms of Fuka's dispensation that as long as Fuka was in the room, she was unlikely to stop praising me by machine gun talk that Miako was left alone with Shanley.

"Your daughter seems to be okay now."

"Yeah. Thanks to Fuuka. When you settle down, Mr. Shanley would love to have a thank-you banquet. He said it was a continental hospitality."

"I can't thank you enough..."

Saying, I can't keep my grin down, Fuuka.

Miyako gets happier with the loving look of it.

"Um, Miyako"

"What?"

"I helped you, Mr. Shanley, didn't I..."

"Yeah, of course!

"I'm glad you're here."

"Yeah, I was so happy. Thank you so much for the hookah! He said he owed me his life."

"Appreciation... of life, benefactor... eh"

Poop, his chest got hot, and Huka felt his heart bounce like hell.

Until now, I have continued to make efforts.

Like being better than anyone else.

Be more beautiful than anyone else.

But it's only a natural duty for Fuuka.

Likewise, my father, my sisters, everyone took "for granted" the efforts and excellence of Fuuka.

Nobody praised me.

No one ever thanked me.

The only person who said "wow" about Fuuka's efforts was Miako, who was supposed to be a rival to take on the fiancée of a prestigious nobleman.

There was no way I could honestly accept being praised by a competitor as the eldest daughter of the Hamilton family.

So.

I can't believe you're thanking someone.

I can't believe you admit it.

- In Fuuka's life, maybe for the first time.

So much for someone to say "thank you".

"Being appreciated is so warm. Glad..."

Poop, says Fuuka.

Yes, that's very much so.

"Shh..."

"Huh!!!

The look on Miyako's face sparkles with anticipation.

That promise came to the back of Huka's brain.

"If I can make Fuuka say I'm happy in the last two weeks - I'll live with Miako all the time, without going home"

That's the promise we made on the first day of this escape.

"Fuuka!! What, 'Shh'!?

"~ ~ Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!!! It's not a bluff that you tend to look for herbs all night and come to me!!

Red face.

And then he pokes his numb index finger at Miyako.

To Fuuka's such reaction, Miako broke his face for a moment as a kyoton, and immediately.

"Oh, strong pull!? But I also like that place, Hookah!!

"Shh, shh! Miyako, stop hugging me!

"It's okay, nobody's watching you. Ew!

Two sounding voices in the morning sunlit square.

On the knees of the villain's maid laughing with a sunny face, the mundane water spirits (undines) yawned heavily, 'Ha-ha-ha'.