Three girls gather in Fiona's room.
Fiona, the lord of the room.
Its friend, Harmonia Prenzel.
And Ismire von Granitz.
There was only one thing that could not be classified as a girl, but nobody feels uncomfortable because the look of it is the girl herself.
It seemed like a 'pajama party' when all three were wearing cute negligees, but the conversation that would be exchanged between them was all the more serious.
"Tomorrow, after class, we're all going to the capital to find Ritten's father and mother."
Harmonia points out that Fiona cuts the fire.
"Looking in the dark clouds? The capital is huge."
"Yeah, I have a good idea. First go to the magician's house and ask him about Ritten, one house at a time."
"Are you taking Ritten?
Isma asks, but Fiona shakes her neck to the side.
"Ritten's still a baby, and I can't take her. Paint and let me show you that."
And, Fiona gives the girls painting paper and colored pencils.
"What's this?
"We all paint. Hire the best."
"I'm a bad painter..."
And, as I said, Harmonia is pushed by Fiona's motivation and takes the pencil.
The three painted at the same time, but Harmonia took the most time.
Pictures are published at the same time.
Fiona's,
"Me!
Three paintings published with a voice called.
They were, to put it mildly, 'shitty'.
…………
Three people who will be silent.
Fiona's paintings were like those written and beaten by toddlers. I am naive and childish.
Still, if you show it to your father, he'll praise you for being "good" and "genius," but about twenty points if you unravel the grading yourself. It was a painting of a description that could barely be seen as a baby.
On the other hand, Isma's paintings were quite good. I don't force myself to create skin tones by applying red or white pencils over them, like Fiona did, I shade them with just black charcoal pencils and express Ritten.
Probably the most picturesque.
Isma's amazing.
"I've always liked paintings since I was a kid."
"Maybe I can paint in the future"
"No way, I don't have that kind of talent."
And, I laugh lightly, but that laugh also hardens quickly.
Because Isma has seen the painting of the girl next door, the painting of Harmonia.
…………
It is a picture that is difficult to put into words.
Is this a painting with the same subject matter?
It's like a foreign god whose evil people want to be resurrected -.
It is avant-garde and original if you give a favorable opinion, but it is a painting that, if you honestly repute it, passes the crap and feels insane.
Fiona's expression of finding beauty in every piece of evidence of it solidifies, and it takes time to choose the words.
Fiona looked for something to compliment the painting for about three minutes, but in the end, she couldn't find it and mouthed it like this.
"Um, oh, yeah. I knew handwriting had its limits, so I asked your father to paint Ritten on the paper later with the magic of" The Pattern. "
"... I like that"
Isma agrees, but Harmonia seems familiar with her poor painting.
I said as I bent my navel just a little bit.
"That's why I told you. I'm a bad painter."
I won't write in front of everyone again.
Turn your face bright red and continue.
That's not true, Harmonia's paintings were so bad that he couldn't follow them, and the more he followed them, the more he would damage his mood, and when Fiona and Isma shut up, someone showed up knocking on Fiona's room door just in time.
Chloe appeared with a night meal.
Chloe, a maid in this house, brought a silver tray with hot milk and baked marshmallows on top of cookies.
It is a dream treat for the hungry girls at the Ops conference.
"Thanks Chloe!
When Fiona first thanked, Harmonia and Isma also thanked her.
"No, because the ladies' operational meeting was going to be prolonged. Did you come up with a good idea?
"It's Himitsu."
And Fiona puts her smile and index finger on her lips.
The look was so cute.
"Oh, was it a secret to Chloe, too? Well, that's okay, but don't stay up too late. Because kids need time to dream."
"Yeah, okay. Eat this and you'll go to bed."
"Yes, and don't brush your teeth before you go to bed."
"I know, I know."
"But I was skipped before this."
Hehe, and laughing Chloe.
"I just forgot that one. I didn't skip it. Today, there are three ladies in front of us, so we can't forget."
"... I'm not a lady, though"
was Isma's claim, but Chloe withdrew.
I thought it would be impeccable to interrupt the girls' time any longer.
Chloe lowered her head gently and left the spot behind.
The girls' Ritten's parental search meeting then ended when they said they could go on for about an hour.
That Fiona,
"Huh..."
And because I yawned.
If you look, the column clock was pointing to ten o'clock.
Harmonia's dorm is lights out at 10: 00 and sleeps at 10: 00, but Harmonia sneaks up late, studies and reads romantic novels.
However, Fiona says she always sleeps at 9: 00.
I guess I can't help but be sleepy.
Then that's it for the girls' pajama party.
I thought so, Harmonia, and as an elderly man I marked the end of this meeting.
When it was decided unanimously, the girls brushed their teeth and dived into bed.
Fiona's bed was so big that three girls could sleep in the same bed.
Fiona's in the middle,
Isma at the window,
Harmonia on its other side.
The three slept in a friendly hand. I guess I was tired. All three soon drowsiness arrived.
Sooo, and I hear a lovely sleep.
Harmonia was the one who heard that to the end.
When Harmonia makes sure that everyone is asleep, she wakes up mumbling.
Softly out of bed to keep you both awake, I left Fiona's room and headed to the next room.
The light is leaking from the gap in the door of the room.
By the way, the lord of that room is Fiona's father and future husband of Harmonia.
Now it's a unilateral fiancée declaration, but to make it a fait accompli, I never stood in front of this door tonight.
"Ugh..."
and harmonia to take a deep breath.
The acts to be carried out by Harmonia are bold and invincible, serious acts in ladies, but Harmonia softens the dialogue that the protagonist of the romantic novel I read the other day.
"Love and war are the same. I don't care what you do to win."
Harmonia turned the door knob with her hand on the door of Kite's room to imitate the main character.
- But the determination of the harmonian maiden ends for no reason.
No matter how many doors I turned, there was no response.
The door was locked and tightly locked by magic.
Now would you please break into Dr. Kite's room and show some pity!
Harmonia said the plan had been exposed beforehand and all had been discerned.
Harmonia turned the door knob over and over, but eventually gave up and he sighed loudly.
I was discouraged, but still I wasn't desperate.
Harmonia declares in front of the door.
"I will never give up! Damn it, I'll try to be your teacher's wife! I'll make you Fiona's mother!
Now, would the proclamation have reached Kate's ear?
I don't want to be disturbed by the research. Kate also hung the magic of Soundproofing, so it shouldn't have arrived physically, but the sage who lived a thousand years ago, at the same time,
"Heck."
And I was sneezing.