Gachan, the rotating door closes with the sound, and it locks.
Now you won't be able to find an entrance that integrates with the wall.
Even if someone notices it, there's no way to unlock it.
Because the flam destroyed the dial key hidden behind the bookshelf.
When I entered, I miraculously opened it, but it should not be twice.
This means that no one will find the room where Satyrus' body was abandoned unless there is something wrong.
Flam and Welsey, passing beside the adventurer's body and holding the mill kit, finally go outside.
Welsey said, "Whoa!," he stretched out his body thoughtfully, sucking clear air all over his lungs.
"They say the air in Wangdu isn't as beautiful as it was earlier, but it's delicious compared to the space just now...!
For her unfamiliar with corpses, I guess the smell was intolerable.
Breathe lightly and deeply so that the flam is also caught.
There, there's no look on her face full of intent to kill earlier.
Milkitt was more relieved that the Lord had returned to his gentle face as usual than he had been out.
Take the road as uninspiring as possible and head to Reach's Mansion first.
The guide is Wellsey, familiar with the geography of the East End.
Safe, no one can find you, and when you get to the back of Reach's mansion, you sneak inside through the back entrance.
It led to the kitchen there.
A chef-like man who was working stared at this one, but when Welsey waved with a laugh, she leaned her neck but went back to work.
And out in the hallway - when I ran into a reach that I stumbled upon, well naturally, he was greatly surprised because all of a sudden my sister and Fram appeared with a girl with a bandage covering her face.
But that's still the beginning.
When I told her that I had brought back a ton of material from Satyrus' stash room, and that I had killed her, I opened my eyes even more and was stunned.
He first asks why he killed against Flam.
In contrast, he sighed with his head when he told him that Milkit had been exposed and was about to be killed.
"I didn't know her evil taste was that extreme..."
He didn't hear about the abuse, or even think he was committing murder.
No - or I didn't seem to want to imagine.
He then seemed worried that Flam would not be tried for the murder of Satyrus, but when he explained that the body was in a place that no one could see, it seemed appeased for the first time.
But sure, Flam gets emotional. I didn't really think about the area at all.
Though I wondered how much mill kit I had been exposed to, I went too far without thinking, and in the future I would weigh myself in -.
At the time Milkit was hurt, there's no way he could stay calm.
That's when I decided to give up.
"Well, here's some evidence of Satyrus' bad behavior for now, so if we don't even give the information the wrong way, I guess we won't be in a bad position."
Assuming Satyrs has been treated as missing - writing an article that would have strangled the church on the basis of information on the material he brought up would have led to Wellsey's newspaper being suspected of being the culprit first.
Even if you didn't have proof that you killed her, you're in too bad a mood.
The first way to hunt down the Church is to make them lose their temper and inflate popular dissatisfaction with them.
We killed the merchant and got the information, for Christ's sake, it's up to us to be cornered the other way around.
Fortunately, some of the material that Welsey brought up also contains evidence indicating that Satyrus was abusing slaves or killing them after torture.
In short, the amount of information to be published and the timing.
If only we could discern that, we should be able to sharpen the power of the Church to the good - that's what Welsey thought - without taking into account Satyrs' involvement in death.
And Reach agrees.
The two of them have been talking about small difficulties ever since, but I'm not going to be able to keep up with Flam at all.
Whatever it was, Flam wanted to give Milkit a break as leaving the handling of the material to Reach and Welsey.
Leach then loaned me a pleasant guest room at the mansion.
Guided by the service that showed up, put her to sleep in a prepared fuzzy bed.
"You don't have to be this far, I'm fine. No injuries."
She was so strong, but Flam shook her head.
It's still morning.
I mean, it was a short event, but her fatigue should be considerable.
"Even if you weren't hurt, you can rest now for an hour or two. I'm gonna take a little break too."
I sat down on the edge of the bed and said as I stroked Milkit's forehead.
“I want to take a break too", when they say so, I can't go against it anymore.
Flam also seems to have figured out a little bit about how to handle the mill kit.
It seems to be treated well and complicated, but it worries me too.
Milkit closes his eyes with notion.
Then, less than five minutes later, he began to take a nap.
"Look, I knew you were tired"
Flam followed her cheeks lightly with her fingertips as she looked at her angelic sleeping face.
And Fram himself slams into the bed and begins to sleep again.
In the end, we both slept like that for about three hours - by the time we left Leach's mansion, it was after noon.
◇ ◇ ◇
Eterna will be in a bad mood - that's how I imagined it. Flam opens the dreaded doorway.
Then there was her appearance on the wall with an anxious look on her face.
Eye to eye with the flam peeking through the gap in the open door.
When he saw the two bodies satisfied, Eterna exhaled relieved and approached the flam upright, playing her forehead with her index finger.
"Aww."
Flam raising his voice with a gentle glance.
Of course, it doesn't hurt that bad.
It's a matter of feelings, because I know so much about her anger.
"We were both worried because when we woke up, we were nowhere"
Eterna says with her lips pointed.
It seemed worried rather than angry, but it's harder that way for Flam.
She nodded softly as she approached the neck of the flam.
"... I smell blood"
I've had a break since then, but I haven't washed my body.
Although I was careful not to get blood on my clothes, the air filled the room stains my clothes at all.
A person with a good nose would really notice.
"I'm sorry. I was just taking back the mill kit."
"Saying yes, but I think it's a hell of a big case"
"I think so too. But, as you can see, I was saved safely."
Milkit lowered her head at first sight.
Eterna exhales "Hmm".
"Church teasing?
That's where I suspect first.
Because I can't be relieved where I rescued him.
Because the next raid could take place soon.
"It doesn't matter when it comes to the matter of Milkit being exposed. The killer was a woman named Satyrus, the former lord."
"Then well... it looks like there's no scratches this time, and I won't say anything. But in the future, I want you to rely on me. I think it's better that way than chasing him alone."
At that time, chasing the killer was full of heads.
If I missed it for a moment, I felt like I could never help again.
Besides, Eterna was still asleep, and I didn't feel like I'd make it in the pursuit since I woke her up.
But the truth is, I guess it would have worked out faster with her.
Because the magic of the water she handles is more clever than Flam imagines.
"I'll remember the liver."
Flam honestly reflects.
Eterna, who saw it, smiled contentedly.
"I want you to. By the way, I tried to make lunch, you want some?
From the living room, a good smell that smells slightly.
Flam's stomach rattled.
I've never seen Eterna cook or anything, but I haven't lived in Dada long enough, I guess I have quite some experience...
Almost simultaneously, they shook their heads vertically.
◇ ◇ ◇
That afternoon, Fram and Milkit spent almost all of their time pulling into the room just after that happened.
Eterna also had to keep an eye on the ink, so it didn't look like everyone ever stepped out of the house.
I also made dinner with something.
The truth is, I was going shopping today, so it turned out to be a bit of a qualitative menu, but still tastes good if I put it on Millkit's arm.
Eterna's food at noon wasn't bad either.
But I knew it would be better this way - and Fram thought only in his heart, and Eterna declared defeat with a little regret that "this one tastes better".
Milkit had a rare and proud look on his face that he could beat a hero.
Why don't you take a bath with me? And Flam suggests, but he just seems embarrassed to say no.
Inside, Flam seemed to be thinking about what he would do if he was accepted, too.
But although we can't get in together, she was so anxious, she'd been sitting around in the stripper.
And bedtime.
After removing the bandages, the two men, dressed in different colors and dressed in different beds, head to their respective beds.
But Fram - "Hey Milkit," he called out, inviting her to his bed.
"Well, that's a single bed, and I think it's too small."
"Stick together and you'll be fine."
Lift the futon and prompt it to come in next to you.
Unlike usual, it is a bit forceful.
You look and act like a flam as usual, but you're really scared.
While asleep, like this morning, I was wondering if the mill kit would disappear from sight.
Such a momentary event makes it easy for people to disappear.
If you think so, you can't even sleep.
We have to hold her all over herself and make sure she's there all the time.
"Uh... really, okay?
"Instead, I'm asking you..."
"Really? Now, if you'll excuse me."
Milkit snuck into the futon looking sorry, snuggling his body with the flam.
Already in that space is filled with the Lord's body temperature, falling into the sensation as if his whole body were embraced.
Half happy, half shy.
For some reason, the shame was so much more inspiring than just being hugged, it seemed like it would catch my eye.
"Why don't you stop by a little longer?
"Ah..."
The flam still didn't seem to snuggle, holding the mill kit.
Situations not suitable for sleeping, but reassuring.
Like Flam, the fear of being kidnapped still remains in Milkit.
Suddenly someone beat me up and lost consciousness.
And the next moment, when I woke up, there was a former figure of the Lord in front of me who was never supposed to see me again.
The nasty smile I saw back then would be traumatic and would not disappear for a while.
My body trembles just to remember.
Had it not been for the pluck that Flam would have given me, I might have trembled my body in tears by myself.
"Um, your husband"
"What?"
Flam listening back with a soft voice.
“Help." - Milkit hoped so when Satyrs attacked him.
I wanted the Lord to come and help me.
As a result, Flam helped herself - but at that moment, the relationship between the slave and the Lord felt completely broken.
No, Flam didn't originally treat Milkit as a slave.
In short, it was convenient for the mill kit.
She knows no other relationship than slavery and the Lord.
I don't know how to deal with it when it becomes something else that exists between me and Flam.
So until now, I've kept naming it after understanding it was just pre-construction.
Because with the template, we could communicate at a minimum.
But if we can't even maintain it as pre-construction, we'll have to explore a new sense of distance.
With that first step, Milkit was about to take it of his own free will.
"Uh... if you like, what is it"
reluctantly, with less or less tension,
"Tomorrow too...... thus, may I sleep in the bed with you, okay?
But the important part was clear, she told.
That's not a word for slaves to the Lord, but as partners - to equal opponents, her “selfishness".
Flam touches his forehead tightly as he moves his face closer to the mill kit.
And I said with a chuckle.
"I was going to say it from me."
Flam doesn't lie against Milkit.
Even if that's what they call "flattery," she'll always face it sincerely.
So the word was stained deep into Milkit's chest.
And feel it.
I want the same thing now as my loved ones - that joy.
"Tomorrow, why don't we go buy some clothes together?"
"Instead of today's minute, is it?
"I have that, and I was hoping it would be time to buy a new one. Is Milkit anywhere you want to go?
"Right...... then I want something delicious"
"It's delicious, then I'm a little excited. How about an expensive restaurant?
"Don't push it too hard, because if you're too fancy, you won't be able to imitate it at home"
"I see. I said I wanted to eat something delicious."
"Yes, I'd love to make it my own and make you think my food tastes better than going to any store"
"Hmm, then it's happening all the time..."
The two lean in bed, making plans for tomorrow's outing.
In the end, it was too exciting and completely eye-catching, and I slept about an hour later than usual.
Well, compared to having a good time, it's trivial.
◇ ◇ ◇
The next day, there was no way Eterna would not perceive the floating air drifting between them.
Carry the sausage into your mouth, contain about half of the crisp in your mouth, chew, swallow - a word of blush.
"Are you on a date today?
"Whoa, whoa!
Just about to swallow the soup, the fluids entered the trachea and flourished.
Millkit leans in haste and hands the cup as he rubs his back.
When Fram drank the water all at once, he stared at Eterna as he breathed with his shoulders.
"Because it's not!
"It just looks like that kind of atmosphere"
I've always thought so, but Eterna didn't dare.
But as the distance between the two shrinks so far, you can't point it out anymore.
"I'm just going to go buy some torn clothes yesterday. I'll stop by."
"That's a day in the world..."
"I call it shopping! Mostly, how can it be a date when me and Milkit are out, isn't that strange? Hey, Milkit."
"Yes, your husband and I are just going shopping"
That's what they said, but Eterna was dissatisfied with "I think I'd call that a date..."
But I didn't mean for the two of us to do that.
I'm not even a friend, I'm just a partner.
With their vague relationship, but now the two of them, are content with it.
If you insist, my family is close, but to assure you, the relationship is too hot.
"... I'm not sure"
To the extent that Eterna was in a moisturized state, it was a subtle, papery state.
◇ ◇ ◇
Flam and mill kit rolled out to town.
The first thing they both aimed for was that clothing store that first bought Milkit's service clothes.
In the first place, the store that handles the service clothes is quite limited at this point, so it will come back to the same store again and again.
The clerk already remembers his face, and thanks to the good money payment, he no longer looks disgusted because he is a slave as he was at first.
It's good for what you can feel comfortable shopping for, but honestly it's a delicate place to be happy.
The two join hands and find the goods in the store.
I like that, while discussing that this is good, to my hand that I have something of particular concern, I used to bring it into the fitting room.
"Ooh... Sometimes this is good"
"A little plain, I suppose."
"Plain or feel normal? But don't think it's sloppy because when the mill kit wears it, it suits everything."
"Anything, it doesn't mean. Your husband's eyes are just too sweet."
The first thing Milkit tried on was a very simple service garment, wrapped around a thick white apron from the top of a beige dress.
The cap of the head also emphasizes functionality because the hair does not fall rather than fashionable, and there is no such thing as colour.
However, this is the fun of saying that you have a sense of life or a costume for doing chores, and it tastes good.
"Are you sure it's that good?
Milkit asked anxiously at the glance of the flimsy looking flam.
"The usual mill kit is, I'm worried that it's too pretty to be taken, but when I'm wearing that clothing, I don't know... I feel safe, I mean"
Listening to that word, the mill kit again looks towards the mirror and checks the condition by pinching the end of the skirt or adjusting the angle of the hat.
"I'm not sure what your husband says, but would you like to be your first candidate?
"Yeah, yeah, let's do that!
For one thing, it means keep.
The curtain closes and I change to the next one.
"Speaking of which, Milkit is surprisingly, you like a lot of frills and stuff"
"Pretending dresses, I think, are cute"
"So you didn't really like the one earlier?
"To be honest, I thought it would be better to have more decorations... but when I heard your husband, I changed my mind"
While we're having that conversation, the costume change is complete.
I thought the curtain would open - and Milkit somehow looked only at the face and the flam.
The cheeks are stained bright red to the neck.
"This, your husband, chose it?
"Yeah, I think it is when it feels like that jacket. As I was just telling you, I thought there were a lot of frills and they were cute... was there a problem?
"No, the... and for now, look"
Slowly the curtain opens and the whole thing is revealed.
"Oops......"
The moment he saw it, Flam raised his voice unexpectedly.
Up there, well, as expected, a lot of frills are adorable, but the problem is down there.
The skirt is short anyway.
Only long enough to not see critical underwear, Milkit's, recently fleshy thighs are dewy.
She was blushing, desperately gripping the hem of her skirt, trying to hide her legs.
Looking at the trick, Flam somehow gets his chest pounding.
"Oh, I'm sorry? I didn't think your skirt was that short."
"... is that right? If your husband likes this, uh... just in the house, you can wear it..."
It was a very attractive suggestion.
But the moment I shook my head vertically, Flam felt like he was going to lose something important, so I could hang on for a long time.
"Yes, no, you don't have to. Let's go for something else, something else!
"Okay."
Milkit closed the curtain with a relieved look.
Seeing that face, Flam grates his chest from the bottom of his heart, "I'm glad I put up with you."
Then a few minutes later, a new costume is revealed again.
Now it wasn't service clothes - it was a pure white piece.
"This too... Your husband chose it, didn't he?"
"Yeah......"
Flam was in love.
From the beginning she had a pure image of the mill kit and thought a white dress or something must look good on her.
But when I actually put it on, I didn't know this would fit perfectly.
"Looks like some lady"
"That's too much, my lord. 'Cause I've never had a lady so bandage-wrapped."
Even that makes me look attractive because Fram is definitely hitting on her.
Still, assuming you exposed your face and wore your current clothes, the wrong people would think everyone was a deep-window courtier about Milkit.
"Really, beautiful..."
It crushes me so unexpectedly.
I want to cut through the sight in my eyes right now and leave it as a picture.
It's not even in the pattern, think about that.
"I'll get dressed."
Milkit, embarrassed by his too hot gaze to stand, disappeared again.
Then he goes back to the service clothes he was originally wearing and comes out.
"What shall we do, do we still choose?
"I was wondering if you could buy the first service clothes. Surely it was cheap, wasn't it?
"Yes, compared to other clothes"
Milkit said as he checked the price tag.
Incidentally, the most expensive is the service clothes for the second miniskirt.
"Then I guess that's settled, you want about two more pieces"
"Can't your husband buy it?
"I don't think I have a lot of clothes to wear in this shop"
"Sometimes, I'd like to see your husband in a different atmosphere"
"... right? Then Milkit will pick the one that looks good on me?
"Are you sure?
Then she started choosing to be lively and clothed, looking really fun.
Tense mill kits so far are rare.
"I wanted to wear it so bad..."
Flam waited with some anxiety as to what request would be made.
And when only one dress is handed to me, they will be sent to the fitting room shortly after confirmation.
Mill kit waiting for the Lord to change his clothes while nicoting in front of the curtains.
Behind the curtain, confused by "eh......" I have no choice but to wear that flam.
The book opens.
She showed up from the other side - wearing service clothes full of frills, which Mirkit seemed to prefer.
"Wow..."
A mill kit that leaks an exclamation as you put your hand on your cheek.
Flam, on the other hand, was gripping the hem of his jacket, making his face bright red and nagging.
The opposite is true of the usual position.
But it was unexpected even for her to always make me wear it, not to think that I would be so inspired by shame just by wearing my service clothes.
"Suits, doesn't it..."
"That's not true! Your husband, he's so cute!
The mill kit valves hot.
Unaccustomed to being told, the flam had become even more red and was under the urge to close the curtain even now.
But endure much longer.
This is also for the mill kit.
"Doesn't it feel like you're being dressed?
"I think it's the perfect outfit"
"I think there's an atmosphere where I can't seem to do my chores."
"I like that gap."
"Something... Milkit, isn't it usual?
"... ah"
Pointed out and consolidated.
"Also, I'm sorry. It floats, and then..."
This is not the case, mainly with the opportunity to wear whatever clothes you like.
No, in the case of Flam, I know he would wear anything if asked, but there should rarely be any mention of it from the Milkit side.
In other words, unless Flam himself says, "You can put anything on!", a situation like this will not materialize.
"No more dressing."
Shah, the curtain closes with momentum.
And Flam hurries to change his clothes and return to his usual shirt and shorts moveable style.
The last time I thought lightly, my belt was wrapped around my hips, and Flam, who looked in the mirror, took a breath of "fu".
"I figured this one would settle down"
It's easy to move, and most importantly, it's natural.
But if Milkit's going to be so happy about it, maybe I can try on her chosen clothes once in a while.
Out of the fitting room, Flam chose and bought about two more Millkit service clothes.
Of course, the price goes there, but if you're a flam who makes money every day as an adventurer, it's an amount you can take right back.
I can still afford the rest.
When I left the store, I decided to head to a fancy restaurant as planned.
◇ ◇ ◇
Central Boulevard is still full of people.
Flam was walking forward a short while to shield the mill kit from clutter.
The store you're looking for is ahead of you in a retrograde fashion.
"I still can't believe so many people live in the King's Capital"
"This street is often used not only by people from the Wang capital, but also by tourists and merchants from outside. Look, the carriage's going through the middle and the crowd's cracking, right? That clogs the flow, and it gets even denser."
At one point, they also talked about creating a corridor dedicated to carriages.
But the kingdom seemed to be hotter on something else than that, and at some point it had disappeared.
It's not a limited story on the street.
Infrastructure development, repair of facilities, maintenance of security - Wang Du seems to be developing and has various problems.
And many of them were left unsolved, and little by little, popular dissatisfaction had accumulated.
So rumors spread that the eyeball the ink spit out the other day, the victim's story, was "not a church experiment”.
There is no basis, because there is no way for the general public to know the reality of the Church's human experiments.
But it is a fact.
Behind all this people living in peace, they continue, even today, to increase the number of victims.
"Milkit, are you drunk?
"I'm fine."
"Okay, then move forward a little hard, so don't let go of your hand"
"Yes."
In an even narrower place, the flam slips in and moves forward.
I was just falling out, observing my surroundings trying to find the next gap - the flutter, the scent I remember smelling somewhere.
She reacts softly and turns her gaze upstream of the wind.
Red coat with fur.
A flashy dress lined with costumes.
Seven colored nails with a number of large gemstoned rings - opal hair like a mixture of blonde, pink and water colors.
And above all, once you see it, you won't forget, that dark makeup.
"What... what?
I saw it.
Look at her walking flat in the crowd.
"Your husband?
Milkit peeks anxiously into the suddenly stopped Lord.
But the voice does not reach the flam.
"Satyrs... I thought you killed him yesterday...?
Sure, with this hand.
The feeling of tearing meat, the feeling of crushing bones, the smell of blood, guts, and screaming - I should have seen it all in front of me.
But why...
She walks like a living creature, and then disappears somewhere.
Flam had no choice but to stand flat on the spot.