"Ha-ha-ha! Ma, Mr. Mark, how much for the rest?
"Twenty."
"Hey, there's no more than just now!?
"It's my fault."
Intermediate District East Residential District at dusk. At the blacksmith workshop (Herbalt), built outside of it, Guitar worked sweat-dripping.
Fortunately, the [Apple Potion] has already expired and has regained its sanity. Work in the orphanage has also already been completed. but my work here, I can't get it done.
Current time, 17: 50.
It was sixteen thirty minutes before Nobunaga, who told me to leave when I was done with my work, rarely took me seriously to finish organizing the warehouse's merchandise. If the first words were correct, you should have been able to go home there.
But somehow a new job was turned from next to next, to now.
"Twenty boxes of" Iron Ingot "boxes, done -!
"Next..."
(You still have it!? I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!
Your Highness shivers her spine at the hunch of further work. But......
"... that's it for today"
"Copy that!... what? Now what...?
"You can go home"
Mark, who saw the clock properly, announced to you the end of his work, as if he had returned his palm.
Mark is a smart but stubborn old craftsman. Just because it's too late, you never try to get the job done with the work left halfway.
That has never been the case before in the blacksmith workshop Herbalt, where absolute rules… exceptions were allowed.
While in doubt, you begin to take off your forehead and your military hands. Meanwhile, Mark is cleaning up hammers and pinches without saying anything.
(Huh? Are you sure you want to go home?
Finish cleaning up all the tools you used and stand at the entrance to Herbalt. A gray-haired old man who slowly lowers his back to the chair in the workshop and lights a pipe. There was a lot of silence in the blacksmith workshop where the purple smoke drifted.
"... take this and go home quickly"
Mark, who spewed out cigarette smoke, throws the horizontal box he kept aside and gives it to him. Your Majesty rushes to accept... yet again twisting his neck.
"Ko, what's this?
That's what you ask, old craftsmen don't tell you anything. He turns his back to you and slowly sprinkles the pipe. He was originally silent. If this happens, I won't be opening my mouth again today.
"Well, thank you... you annoyed me ~...?"
Because you knew about it, you left the blacksmith's workshop without pursuing it any further.
"Hey, what was that?
Minutes journey to home. Guitar was walking with Mark's little box by his side and his neck clenched.
"By and large, what is this... hmm? A knife and a knife? Huh? Yumiel was ordering something?
The mystery just deepens, even though I'm worried about opening the little box.
Why, did Mark cut the job off on the way out? Haven't you had enough work to give you from next to next? What is this blade?
It's not refreshing. Sprouts. Something catches...
"Whoa! Whoa."
While I was thinking about it, I was passing in front of my home, Noble Daughter. I grin bitterly that I can't tighten it up, turning back the way I came.
"Well, isn't that a big deal"
Yes, there are many mysteries, but they're all little things. One by one, it's not like I care in particular. It just so happens that they overlapped. So I cared, and I felt restless.
But as you say, it's no big deal. I don't care how much the old craftsman does, I don't care if he cuts the job along the way.
Even the knife and knife they gave me. If you go home and ask Yumiel, he must return an unmistakable answer: "It's what I was putting out to grind".
"Whatever, whatever. It's none of my business."
Having so concluded, Guitar stretched out his body greatly, yawning. And, uh, exhale and say something.
"Yes, eat and sleep."
Being light-hearted by throwing away the mystery he had, Guitar decided to do something about the bellyworm that goosed as if he remembered. Then dip in the bath and go into the soft futon afterwards. If you put it to a peaceful sleep, you'll also forget that you thought it was a mystery.
I don't think too deeply. This was his way of life.
"Well, arrival."
You turned back the way you passed, and you arrived in front of your home's front door, Noble University.
He opened the front door as he anticipated dinner.
Then...
Paroon! Dad, paroon!
Suddenly, a ringing bursting sound!
Some kind of fragment flying in at high speed!
The countless white yarns pouring down are spider yarns trying to tangle prey...
But...
However, Takata Sayama is a Kanst-level scout.
Of all the jobs, for the Shadowless Assassin, who excelled most in avoiding and hiding, there was no such thing as a bullet rain or spider thread trying to even fill his sight.
Your perception is sharp and pointy. It transmits nerves stretched out on the body, and commands go by like lightning.
And he would not even leave a shadow, but would withdraw from the spot... should have.
But he's seen it. I saw "it," so I couldn't move a step off the spot.
Burned into his sight, that one sentence. On a white cloth suspended inside the house, it was written.
"What...!?
One sentence that stopped your great leg......
It was a "Happy Birthday" message.
"" "Happy Birthday!
"Huh? Yep!?
A paper blizzard of crackers pouring down on a flashing nobility and colorful paper tape. And from the living room, from behind the drapes, many showed themselves loosely.
"Oh my goodness!
It was the dog beast girl, the walnut, who jumped at you. The walnut sprinkles its tail and begins to lick the cheeks of your greatness.
"Ha, Takahiro, the... are you okay? Oh, well..."
Caorle, the signdaughter of the Mampu Pavilion, is the one who utters the words of celebration so as to gaze upon the complexion of your greatness. It subtly opens the distance as to how shocked was the oddity shown by your greatness at noon.
"Hey, come on.... what the fuck, that face. Don't be ridiculous."
"Happy birthday, Doctor"
"Congratulations. Whispering, I got a present for you. Eat later. Hehe."
Adventurer girl, Alty. François, daughter of a great nobleman. Elf living in a forest of books, elu. Masters of coffee shops and black cat girls to horny demons, seemingly weak girls, and eyeglassed child-faced teachers.
I'm leaving. I'm leaving. People of all ages, races, jobs, they show up one after another.
……
Don't you have any words for the sudden, Guitar doesn't keep his eyes open and slightly moving?
"Mr. Takahiro, let's move to the party venue"
Eric pushes his back like that and tries to take him somewhere. Still, you don't even resist. Sometimes, "Huh? ♪ And I leak a pitiful voice, but that's all ♪ Even if the walnut pulled my hand from the way in, it was still precious.
Eventually, a line that focuses on your university leads to the "party venue". There......
"Huh? Mampu Pavilion...?
In front of you was the Mampu pavilion decorated with flowers and paperwork.
"Yes! It's a manpuku pavilion! Come on, Takahiro!
"Happy Birthday! We're renting out tonight! Squishly as you wish! Ha!
A couple of shopkeepers show up from inside the store and invite you inside. Then, the aromatic smell began to tickle the nostrils of your greatness.
"Bye! We all worked hard to make it -!
"Ooh......!?
Filling the tables and counters in the store is a delicacy at a glance that the mountains, mountains and mountains of food… are all powerful, and the smell alone is going to melt my tongue.
"Yes, put the birthday present from Mr. Mark here. Yes, stand here."
A noble man who moves as prompted by Misha, who emerges from behind the party venue.
It was here that he finally realized too. This is my birthday party.
And being alone in the depths of the pavilion means that "arr" begins.
"Guys, are you ready? Bye, Mr. Ha!
"" Happy Birthday, Touyu ""
(Grrr...!
A song to celebrate Kate's birthday, which begins to sound on the pavilion in Mampu, in line with the decree of the partition. Nobunaga blushes with embarrassment. On the face of the participants who saw it, there was a tender grin......
Warm air filled the pavilion.
"" "Happy Birthday, Dia, Takahiro-kun" "
And when the song came to an end - the participants split left and right all the way to create a path.
In front of the surprised greatness, a main road leads out of the store… Beyond it stood a girl.
"... Happy Birthday, Touyu"
She was a beautiful girl. A girl who rocks her watery hair stretched to her shoulder and walks up to your greatness.
That's your partner. "Free Life," the fourth fellow.
Yumiel, the fairy breed girl, stopped perfectly in front of the great and offered him the birthday cake he had put on top of the basin.
"... Happy Birthday"
At this time, your bosom was already full. If I hadn't spoken words that overflowed my heart, I would have crushed that thought.
So softly...... but I told everyone gathered on this occasion to make sure they did sound.
"Thanks for having such a birthday party for me...... awesome glad. Glad to hear it..."
Here, you're a lot stuck in words.
But nobody hurries. Everyone was watching him with warm eyes.
Eventually, Guitar opened his mouth. To tell you what I really want to tell you...
"But my birthday, it's next month...?
Bisilli.
The warm air that filled the pavilion made a noise and froze. All the participants, it's frozen.
In the kingdom of Eastwind, celebrating your birthday by mistake was considered a major insult.
What does it mean to do it grandiose...... the appearance of the participants frozen with a smile was telling it as it were.
A party venue where everyone doesn't make it slight...... a little wind blew there and put out the candle fire that was set up on the birthday cake.
The venue will be wrapped in darkness......
"Sorry!
Bataan!
Lady, pass out.
"Hiccup!? Wow!?
Wonko, confusion.
"I did it. Ohhhhhhh!?
Adventurer, growl.
"Haha, haha..."
Billboard girl, self-defeated.
"That's right, me too, bitter laugh at this"
Elves, self-derision.
And the fairy maid...
It had solidified like a statue.
Then he said, "It's not over yet, so it's no-can!?," you suggested, and all the participants said, "No Cane! No Cane!" by chanting, there was no "premature birthday party".
And the venue for the party, which changed its name to "Let's drink and forget about it", was very busy......
"Nah, why was everyone wrong?"
Late that night, the party was held, and you returned to your home. He wondered why everyone had misidentified his birthday.
"If you want to have a dodgy party, you can use [Scan] to see the status section. Birthdays are written there too...... right, I knew it"
Your grandeur lets you see a status window in the hollow while you sleep on the bed. There, besides the level, job, and status, he showed his age and date of birth… So he noticed a fact.
"... I was starting [Jamming]"
[Jamming]. It's a skill that interferes with status viewing from others. Your university used this skill to turn the status field into a false one in order to hide the Kanst level. Apparently, the effect extended to birthday items.
"No, you should only be able to set where and how you change it in person...... Huh? But I don't remember changing my birthday... and anyway, let's get it back!
Nah, and precious to take the birthday item out of the [jamming] range. And a sigh of relief.
"Heh, Ko, this should do it... but when did you change it? Like when you're drunk...? Ya, yabe, it seems possible...!
Sometimes, it's expensive to lose consciousness. Even on this day, I didn't remember a few hours after drinking the "Apple Potion". I couldn't help but feel confident in my memory.
"So, but because today's birthday party was a no-can! Safe! Safe!
"... out"
"Hih!?
To the voices I hear, Vikri and you face the hallway.
Then, there is the appearance of a maid of chastisement, where King Jen is also full of softwares.
One unchanging expression, as usual, Yumiel, but in the long-time nobility of her relationship, I could see the anger rising from her body.
"... let me tell you something"
"Duh, how far...?
"... drunk and rewrote the status column, until"
"Awwww......!
Yumiel approaching your grandeur with no sound. In the unusual way, your daddy becomes stiff as a frog stared at by a snake.
"... you heard that the other day, didn't you? Does your birthday fit on April 20th,. I should have been more suspicious then that I had been given a yawning reply."
Every step, every step and every time Yumiel approaches me, I can hardly breathe step by step. But Yumiel won't stop.
"... I thought I'd done something I shouldn't have done. Until earlier, your husband tried to punish you, and that was all I had in mind. But... you seem to be the one who needs to be punished."
The rattling and trembling body of a noble man.
Yumiel's body begins to emit bees and violet electricity.
Those two overlap without much time......
"Ki, I don't remember! I don't remember. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!
[Spark Bolt] burst.
(Paralysis 3) In the state, Guitar University rolls down from the bed to the floor and circles victoriously like a fish that has gone up to land.
But apparently, that's not the end of it. From the hem of Yumiel's skirt, he makes noises with Goto, and boneless punishing tools appear one after the other.
The night is long. The punishment still seemed to go on......
"Pfft, dull...... ahhh, I'm sober! It's so busy beating Mr. Range. I have to do this. '