In this way the Harmonian raid came to an end.
All the fanatics who have raided have been captured, or died in battle.
The young man in the half elf who led them has taken his life and is now being questioned by a guardian officer. He pleaded guilty, but never gave details of the organization or its purpose.
In other words, Harmonia's secrets did not appear to have been divulged to the public or to the College.
Or maybe that's at least a thank you for saving my life, or a sense of responsibility as a budding teacher when I worked for this college.
He would not speak in silence, so he could not even look into it, but anyway, the situation in which Harmonia was exposed as a demon tribe was avoided.
Now she will be able to return to normal college life again.
He would encourage me to study with him as a friend of Fiona's again.
In that sense, this case seemed completely settled - but it was a big mistake.
My help with Harmonia led me to a bigger crisis.
The crisis is the advent of my fiancée.
- Although she is a fiancée who calls herself and has no legal basis whatsoever.
One Sunday morning I stare behind a girl happily holding a knife in the kitchen.
"What is that girl?
was the word of Chloe, who was also a competent cook for the kitchen administrator.
All I can say is "I don't know."
If you look at her -, Harmonia, she puts a white apron on top of her student clothes and cuts something vegetable with a cross nose.
crisp, rather than a pseudonym called crisp, which was also irregular.
Occasionally, it sounds like bush, and blood will splash because the vegetables you're cutting are mandogolas.
"That girl, the food is nasty. Mandogola flavors are ruined in Arre. It stinks when Egumi comes out. It's no longer effective."
"Is that the problem?
"So what's the problem?
"I don't want to eat Mandogola in the morning."
"You're going to get too well."
Dull, giggling maid clothes girl.
"I'm not interested in blue stinking kids."
"But she seems as intrigued as she is."
Chloe points out.
………………
I just had to be silent.
In fact, since I helped Harmonia, my eyes on Harmonia's me have obviously changed.
When we met, I didn't hide my feelings of disdain against me, but now I don't hide the look on the face of The Maiden in Love.
No, on the contrary, they seem to be after my wife's seat.
Harmonia asks Fiona, who is disgusted, for a taste of Mandogola soup.
Fiona is also Fiona and is vulnerable to forceful pushing, so she also doesn't refuse to taste the soup, which obviously looks yummy.
"Fiona, I'm going to make it taste like yours, but would you taste it if it were good?
"Ugh, yeah......"
And he's bluishing his face.
The harmonia made soup is purple and attenuates normal human appetite.
It's just that, still, it's a soup my friend worked so hard to make, Fiona carrying a teaspoon in her mouth to tell me.
Roughly, the daughter who mouths it like she squeezes courage, the moment she puts it in her mouth, when she looks unspoken, dyes her complexion to the same lineage as the color of the soup.
But still, instead of spitting it out, the guts may be sitting where they swallow.
I honestly thought so, but when I took the water to reword it, my daughter grabbed it with both hands and drank it all at once.
I looked at him and I said, "What do you say?" And shining your eyes would be a bad thing about harmonia.
Obviously, the unsavory was in agreement with the crowd.
Or just taste it for yourself.
Everyone except Harmonia leaked a bitter laugh, "Ha ha..."
Chloe describes the psychological state of harmonia in a nutshell.
"It's true that love blinds people."
…………
Answer by silence.
Look at me like that, Chloe says.
"Don't you think it's irresponsible, such as captivating a craving female student and letting her imitate like a passing wife decide on a strange face?
"... after all, is Harmonia in love with me?
"When you come to cook rice like a day in a row and look at the likes, you dye your cheeks like white snow to a pearlescent color. Is there any other way to interpret it?
"... you don't"
I've never cowered at any powerful enemy, but it was me confused by Harmonia's actions, and his passionate gaze.
However, there are excuses here as well.
"Chloe may have had my harmonia, my hands on my students, or Lolicon, but there's nothing wrong with that."
"I know. You like a woman with a lot of flesh."
"Right. It's out of range."
"But from what I hear, Master Harmonia is now fourteen years old. They're going to be able to get married officially next year."
"Seriously. You were that age."
He looked more mature than Fiona, but still didn't look that old.
If you live a thousand years, you become blunt to the age of the other.Both your twelve-year-old and fourteen-year-old daughters look the same.
"It's just, well, my daughter back then, she's easy to heat and cool. Next year, no, it'll be cold in a few weeks."
It's like 'only', I add.
But besides, Chloe seems skeptical.
She pointed out as she pointed to the conversation going on between her daughter and Harmonia.
"Do they think that's a temporary distraction?
Seeing it, my daughter and Harmonia had this conversation.
"Fiona, was it delicious? My soup."
"Also, of course, it was delicious. Harmonia is a culinary expert."
"Really? It's the first time I've ever made one, but I guess I'm better suited for this one."
"Ugh," Harmonia continued, loosening her mouth, as she noticed something.
"That's right. Fiona, Fiona calls me Harmonia, but why don't you change that name?
"You change the way you call me?
Fiona clenches her neck in wonder.
"I don't mind, what can I call you? Mr. Harmonia?"
"I'm older, but you're with me for the school year."
"Then I guess I should abbreviate it. Honey, or Nia?
"Grandpa calls me Nia, but I want Fiona to call me something else."
When Harmonia says so, she gently dyes her cheeks as she grips her fingers.
Unable to grasp intent, Fiona asked single-handedly.
What do you want Harmonia to call you?
and -.
The answer to that question was short, but the words contained every emotion.
Harmonia said in a shy but resolute tone.
"Mother."
Ka...
I wish Fiona was better, but when I tied her, she turned to me.
When her gaze crossed, she turned her face bright red like a maiden and took her gaze off.
Me and Chloe, the mechanical maid of the millennial sage who saw a series of interactions.
The two sighed without crossing their gazes.
My little holiday passes like this.