Dual Life ~Hiru wa Yuusha Party, Yoru wa Maou Gun~

After eating and walking, the two resume their stroll around the stalls, even though they are useless, and go to directions that they have not seen much.

"This area seems to have a lot of handicrafts. There are a lot of eastern things, but they all seem to be of high quality."

"Hmm, it's certainly not bad to have a line at the Royal Capital. It's rude to say this, but I don't think it's very much like a stall ...

As Falsa admire the merchandise on the stall, he muttered and Zenobia went along. Zenobia is a noble daughter, so it is natural that both of them have a deep knowledge of crafts and arts, and especially with regard to Farsa, among the collectors living in the royal capital, Farsa's recognized goods will be the next fashion It has been said until.

"Oh, Nya-chan, Nya-chan, yes, it's a black-haired Nya-chan with her beautiful girl!"

Two people walking while looking at some stores hear a voice from a stall merchant. Zenobia was born of an aristocracy and its skin and hair are very well maintained. Although he is a knight, his wounds are constant, but he has never been indispensable as a lady to care for the skin and hair so that healing can be cured with recovery magic and erased. From a different perspective, Zenobia could be described as a dignified, beautiful, noble woman knight as the story tells.

"What do you do? It looks like there are a lot of ornaments.

As far as Falsa sees the products on the stalls, most of the items are for women, such as silver hair ornaments and necklaces. Farsa thought calmly, perhaps as a daring gift to buy as a gift for a neighboring Zenobia. He decides that the decision is made not by the man himself, but by the woman Zenobia and entrusts the answer. Of course, it's a good thing to keep in mind that if you're interested in Zenobia, you should add some positive words.

"Bad girl ... her ... hmm, um, um, it looks like I have a little more time, so let's see this store at the end."

The time has already approached in the evening, and the surrounding landscape is turning red. Even if you consider Yulia's character, it is unlikely that you will be late for dinner, so it is time to return to the inn. However, Zenobia seems to be a little soared by her treatment, and she is taken care of and put on the merchant's words.

"Well, that's the rule! It's just the trendy silverware from the east! It's just something you can't make in the workshop there. Come on, take a look at it carefully."

With Zenobia's consent, the merchant's language has become lighter, and the merchandise is just as recommended. Certainly the craftsmanship is quite expensive, Falsa nodded in her mind. In recent years, products from distant countries and regions called eastern and eastern land have become popular. This is notable because the adventurer Marco's travel memorandum called "Il Miglione" drew attention mainly to the nobles of the royal capital. It is said that Mark has seen more than a million objects in the east, and among them, a selection of information is written in books, but it is not as sure as true or false. However, at the same time as the book spread, merchants traveled eastward, spreading eastern-origin goods mainly to nobles, and the fashion has continued to the present state where products are lined up in stalls. The fact that it began with aristocracy lovers and even spread to stalls where the commoners handed it out is also a proof that it has attracted people's hearts.

"Everything is amazing, just to say the truth. Where did you get this much from?"

Falsa asks the merchant at the stall, who asks so close and tells the answer so that no voice is heard.

"No, in fact, it seems that a major trading company has been crushed recently in the territory, and the stock there has been bought and beaten in two bundles and three sentences, so originally it was impossible to get it cheaply. He said that he had been collecting eastern-origin products from all over the place, but suddenly he was using a different company, and was angry with him. Because it was all over the place. "

If you listen to the merchant's words and check the price tag of the glance and silverwork, it is certainly set much lower than the market price. When I was walking around the square, I felt that there were a lot of eastern-origin items, but Falsa was convinced that this was the reason. However, Farsa sighed, going to the territory of the territory and meeting his rumored lord, which seemed to be annoying.

"Hey, Nii-chan, I'm with her, so I didn't make such a gritty face, I chose it, I chose it."

The merchant was warned that the inner heart appeared in the expression, and Falsa looked at Zenobia in a hurry, and the person himself stared at one product. In front of Zenobia's gaze was a silver hair ornament, the so-called Valletta, which had a particularly beautiful shine among the lined up products.

"Is it okay to pick it up?"

"Hmm? Of course, please, please."

Falsa confirms with the merchant, picks up Valletta and begins to look closely at the details. Zenobia is a little surprised, but his gaze is on Valletta and he moves towards Farsa.

"Well, it looks like it's made with a butterfly motif, but it's a pretty gold pattern and the work is very polite. And the blue color of the wings combined with silver is beautiful and pretty. , I'll give you one of these. Is this enough money? "

Farsa then hands some gold coins to the merchant and buys the Valletta.

"Hey, this is too much. You can buy two more Valletta with this number."

After confirming the number of gold coins, the merchant shouted and told Farsa. Farsa is a very honest person for a merchant.

"In my opinion, I thought this Valletta was one of the best silverwares here, and it was worth it. And if it were a gift for a woman, wouldn't it be worth it?"

Falsa tells me, in a straightforward manner, that the merchant is surprised, opens his eyes, and begins to laugh. Zenobia is stunned by Farsa's behavior and seems to be unable to speak.

"Hahaha, yes, that's true. It looks like my brother knows it all, but it's me who gave the price, because I got it too much ... This silver necklace and earrings ... I also need to bring this as a bonus.

A merchant who grins and presses on some other items to Farsa, and Fartha receives a bitter smile. Apparently the merchant has a good personality.

"Thank you, I'll be grateful ... Zenobia, I'm going back to my inn without any dismay."

"Well, oh, yes, let's go soon."

With a whining voice, Zenobia rushes to start following Falsa.

"I'm going to get along with Nii and Miss!"

The merchant shouted loudly at the back of the couple, and Falsa made a familiar, slightly annoyed face, and Zenobia, as usual, shook her cheeks and began muttering.

"Xenovia, come here a little bit."

A few minutes after leaving the square, Falsa invites Zenobia to a low-traffic path. Zenobia says he doesn't know what to do, and, while questioning, obediently follows Farsa's instructions and enters the path.

"Look, it's a great deal, let's put on the hair ornaments just before. It's a gift from me."

Falsa shows Zenobia the silverwork Valletta he just bought and makes a suggestion with a slightly mischievous face.

"Well, Mr. Farsa. Yes, that Valletta was exactly what I was seeing, but I don't say that there's no such thing, what, what we say It's not a relationship. In such a case, you have to give a good greeting to each other's parents and make a good relationship between the two families ...

Xenobia confuses the sudden event, but Farsa calls out again without worrying.

"Xenovia, I bought this because I thought it would look good on your hair, so don't think about the difficulties and ask me to be a friend here, or don't think of me as a friend I'm sorry if it were. "

When Phalsa pretends to be on purpose, Zenobia begins to make corrections in a hurry.

"No, no, not at all! No, not at all! No, I'm a friend, we're friends, so this is normal.

When Zenobia responds, Falsa hands over Zenobia's back of the head and removes the barrette with familiar hands.

"Oh, yeah, it's ... suddenly ..."

At the same time, Zenobia makes a very cute voice, and the hair that has been gathered together at a high position on the back of the head is lowered, and the long golden hair shines in the wind. Until recently, the hairstyle imitated the tail of a foal with the dignity of a knight, but by lowering the hair in this way the femininity increases, and if it is not armored, it looks like a noble lady. No, it wouldn't be crazy if you could think of it as a princess knight.

"This is okay ... yeah, it looks good, Zenobia."

Twisting her hair from the top to the side and holding Valletta close to her ears, Falsa nods with joy and releases her hands from Zenobia's hair.

"U, fu, forusado, sha, shasha are too stiff."

Zenobia's face is dyed red like an apple, her mouth opens and closes, and she seems to be upset so she can't even turn around.

"Okay calm down. Yes, look in this mirror. I think it's a good thing."

Falsa took out his hand mirror from his bosom without worrying about Zenobia's appearance, and urged Zenobia to check his hairstyle and Valletta.

"Uh, uh, wow, I understand, confirm, I'll confirm."

Despite his excitement, Zenobia uses her hand mirror to check her hairstyle. In the mirror, a butterfly flew gracefully across the golden meadow, shining silver and blue wings.

"How about? With Zenobia's golden hair, I thought silver and blue would go very well together ..."

Falsa calls out to Zenobia who sets in the mirror.

"Ah ... that ... terrible, terrible and happy. Farsa is the best choice for me. Above all, this silverwork is wonderful, but also cares about my hair color. I'm happy, really, really, happy. ''

Zenobia, who was impressed and changed her way of calling, told her while staring at Falsa's face with her full eyes.

"I'm glad if you're so happy. Thank you, Zenobia."

Farsa reaches out to Zenobia's head and strokes his golden head.

"Ah, ah, foo, fuyuuu"

If Zenobia thinks he has a weird voice, he leans on Fartha's chest, just like a doll with a broken thread.

"Hey Zenobia? Zenobia?"

Falsa shouts at Zenobia at his chest and calls out, but appears to be completely faint and does not respond. As Falsa began to wonder what had happened, a terribly cold voice began to sound from behind.

"Fall-Nii-! What are you doing in such a place? While we are keeping an eye out! In the back alley, which is not popular! Close contact with Zenobia! I want you to tell me so that we can understand? "

Alas, Farsa really thought he didn't want to look back, and he never wanted to look back.