That's what happened.
Hmm.
The next day, against the Swiss who came to replenish the base potion.
Sui hits me with a gavel that I'm not interested in.
All she cares about now is the mass production "gun" in front of her, not me.
It's not a bit interesting to have such an attitude.
Even though there were no other customers yesterday, I reported it myself because I thought it would be unreasonably irritable if I was invited to talk about it from a place I didn't know.
"Don't you feel the danger of pulling out the chief bartender?"
"You must have been my uncle."
"... what is that?"
"Then don't worry."
Sui replied to my words without changing his mind.
If this is the first time I've told you, would you be angry if it was a beautiful girl from the world who invited you?
It's irrational for me, not rude for Mr. Ragweed.
I don't know.
When I thought about it, Sui finally looked at me with a thin gaze.
"I know that no matter how delicious the story is, it doesn't have to be said that the whole world isn't like a whistleblower.That's why I'm not so worried. "
I'm a little sorry that a girl with a small number of words usually says this clearly.
In other words, because you trust me, it doesn't matter if you report it.
Sui laid her eyes down and said with a voice that she didn't want me to hear.
"... except for that guy."
That guy, I'm not gonna be so dull as to know who he is anymore.
He once said he refused Tris' invitation outright, but he still seems anxious.
However, I doubted whether it was okay to return the small whisper clearly.
Whatever beautiful words you say, you can't dissipate the anxiety of Switzerland.
It may be my hand to hug and whisper one of the sweet words here, but unlike Lito, I don't have the courage or motivation to hate you.
So, it's not a solid answer, but a certain word that shows how I feel right now.
"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and beyond."
"... hmm?"
"Even in the future, it would be nice if we could talk like this."
It's the truth without lies.
Metaphorically, no matter who Tris is, I thought it would be very good if we could talk in this place where I was yesterday.
"Doesn't Swiss think so?"
"... I think"
In just one word, the Swiss is once again distracted from me.
Still, the thin expression of emotion was so smiling that it was definitely not a bad word.
Yes, the cocktail was spreading like this, and I sincerely hoped that we would remain unchanged.
─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─
Negotiations are broken.
It was just a quiet voice confirming the facts.
Alternatively, if it were in front of a man, the Lord of Voices would have exposed positive emotions such as relief and joy a little more.
However, Tris, the gray-haired girl who was the lord of the voice, was also terribly faceless towards the gray-haired child.
On the other hand, a clear gray-haired child who doesn't know whether he is a boy or a girl ─ ─ Elm has a more disgusting smile than necessary.
"You knew that."
Of course.
"It's like finishing a game without defeating Las Boss."
…………
A gray-haired child laughs as if she were a fast-forward metaphor, but a woman is silent as if she were pardoning.
The two of you are in a basement where you don't even know the view.
The two of you talking without a proper light on may look like you're talking about a corpse or something.
"So, how did it go?"
"Which one?"
"Of course, Rugweed."
Though I thought it was a bad hobby, Tris didn't say anything.
"You know that too."
Yes, but that's what bothers you, right?
"... I'm sure it's been rough since I got back to the inn."
That's since I broke up with Rugweed.
How does this gray-haired woman know that?Such a thing was too trivial for the two of us here.
Importantly, the phase has begun to show a 'roughness pattern'.
"As you can imagine. One of Ragweed's losers is going to lose."
"Rather, I never stood on the edge of a battle from the beginning."
"Must be someone who had nothing to do with cocktails and didn't have any sense of smell at first."
The gray-haired child had a grossly distorted expression that was neither pitiful nor ridiculous.
But that was enough of the despicable expression.
Like being caught by a gray-haired woman with no expression,
"So he arrived, right?One answer to this question. "
"...... yeah"
Well, it was a little late.
Elm laughed in the middle and Tris chewed his lips without expression.
Each felt far away from where they were, and the great power was stupid.
"Tris, after all, he couldn't stop us."
…………
"I don't look so sorry.That's what I knew from the beginning.You couldn't stop him, 'It's terrible to expect of him.' "
Tris does not loosen the grip of his fist.
But he chewed Elm's words to endure and pray.
"Or maybe you didn't make it?"
"... what?"
"That's better for you.If there is no more city for you, there will be nothing to tie him up with. [M]And there's no reason why he won't come to you. "
"Elm"
Tris said quietly with eyes that were about to kill Elm.
It seems that the fierce anger that is rising up in her body and that she can continue to play is forcibly held back by her ineffectiveness and sense of responsibility.
Looking at the situation, Elm apologized for being a joke in a light tone.
"Really, from the very beginning, I can't even imagine you now."
"You didn't have any interest in me in the first place."
"That's not true. However, I am purely surprised that there was something far beyond my knowledge of the emotions and calories of love that people have."
In response to Elm's curious remarks, Tris still turned a cold eye somewhere.
No matter how close they are, Tris doesn't understand Elm because they are.
Still, I know Elm enjoys the situation more than half way through, and I didn't like it.
Elm turns away from Tris' gaze.
"We have to do what we have to do, brave man."
Then, towards the stupid force far away, I made it small and zero.
"Ah, it's time for the [Demon King] to be resurrected."