In July, more people start wearing short-sleeved clothes in Gran Feria. The sea breeze, warmed by the early summer sun, is finally beginning to gloat.
Items sold on street streets also become more appealing to coolness than warmth, and the flavoring of the popular cafeteria is clearly darker than in winter.
Even the streets change with the season. The windows facing the front streets are mostly open in an attempt to ventilate at all. Sometimes, the curtains that had broken the knot hanging in the wind were also spoken of as festive verses when it came to festive verses.
In this way, for the summer season, various things show change. I can't stand the heat, and various things become more open. Even the royal nobility is enough to turn silk gloves into thin ones. Anything at all, the free-life was also showing outfits to suit the summer.
"hehe, nice, this curtain"
Kaol Lockyard, the sign daughter of the Mass Dining Hall "Mampu Pavilion," was checking the lightweight curtain touch at the office on the ground floor of the Whatever Store (Free Life).
The fabric of the lace, which is made so that the light is clear, is woven with a pattern of flowers so that it looks good. It was like a flower blooming secretly into the field, and I found no inferior feeling anywhere.
This curtain gently magnifies the building of the shop for anything tasteless. As if, you and Yumiel, Caorle thought.
"Home, too, let's make it a race. She's cute, she's breathable. Besides, I, in fact, dreamed of drinking afternoon tea while the lace curtains were shaking in the wind. Something, you see, like a princess, right?
"... right"
Yumiel, who was drinking tea at the office desk, lowered the cup and snorted. But although I agreed, she was living her grey girlhood unrelated to the girl hobby, and I couldn't quite understand what Caorle was saying.
Still, I guess it's something extra nice when it comes to Caorle saying it was a "dream". With that in mind, Yumiel took the spare desk and chair out of the office warehouse and placed it at the window where the curtain would hang.
"... come on, go ahead"
"What?"
Lace curtains in the wind. Soft light plugging through the window. On a desk placed at the window, a white magnetic tea set and aromatically scented handmade scones. The situation Caorle dreamed of was instantly raised.
Even if you don't understand the girl hobby, there's just Yumiel. He unfortunately demonstrated his arms as a maid and tailored an afternoon tea place as he was told.
And she invites Caorle to "come on". That's what you wanted.
"Wow, is that okay?
"... to Mr. Caorle, I take care of him from day to day, so about this. Come on, don't hesitate."
"Ugh, yeah."
Caorle is surprised and lowers his back in a tea party seat with everything he wants, albeit small. Even though I'm not uncomfortable sitting down, I move my hips back and laugh "ehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
That, too, became accustomed to after a few minutes, Caorle brought the teacup poured into his mouth. Then the fruity smell of tea enveloped the caorle, and for a moment she narrowed her eyes inadvertently.
But apparently that doesn't end the dream. Caorle placed the teacup on his desk with an elegant (like) hand, lightly keeping his body on his back, moving only his neck and looking out the window.
From Yumiel's point of view indoors, it was a very picturesque sight. A tea set placed on a desk, in curtains swaying in the wind. Girl staring out the window looking annoyingly in a tea that stands hot. I see you were after this, and Yumiel felt like falling for it.
However, from the outside of the window, the young lady looks at the front street as she stays. Anyone on the road who notices that smile quickens his legs uncomfortably and passes in front of his free life.
Still, the eyes immersed in self-indulgence seem to be looking at something, in fact nothing. So I don't care about the eyes of passers-by or anything, and even if someone I know approaches me, I don't notice at all.
"... you, what are you doing?
"Heh!? Oh, taka, taka hilo!?
A caorle that jumps off your body with a victory. In front of her stood a noble man on his way home from work, and he looked at the caorle with a surprised face.
"No! This is different..."
"What's the difference? Well, no. Yumi, I'm home."
"... welcome back"
Caorle dyes his face bright red and mouths the words of denial with a voice that is going to disappear. He gently flushed her through trying so hard to mislead something, and Guido put Pong and his hand on Yumiel's head.
Then he snarls his neck and sits down in the office chair with a sledge.
"Um, so what? Oh, no. That one, that one..."
There, and caorle eating down. For the rest of my life, I guess I was embarrassed to be immersed in The Lady Enjoying Tea. I try to deny myself earlier without being able to find a good word.
In a way, it is a funny figure. But noble laughs tenderly and puts his hand on the shoulder of the caorle. And with sincere eyes, he nodded loudly, "I know."
"Oh, I know. I know what you mean. Yeah, you wanted to do that, didn't you?
"No!? No, no, no, no!
Unable to endure the gushing shame at last, Caorle escaped his free life. He laughed and laughed at the back of it, and Guitar rinsed the tea that had been left behind all the time.
"No, Caorle's about your age, too. I remember doing that too."
Try a temperament move or dip into a special situation. Your Majesty thought it was teenagers who wanted to do those things.
He himself, 'During class, he slept on the rooftop of the school building and looked up at the sky', and some of his friends were like 'Sitting out the window and turning the pages of the novel with one hand for worries'.
Compared to that, it's a pretty thing, like a caorle girl hobby. It's just not harmful, it's also smiling. However, it is also true that it is better to do those things where they are invisible, later, with less damage.
That's why you brought the caorle back to sanity. It's not a prank. It's due to kindness. Otherwise, he didn't even have fine dust - should be.
"Well. I drank tea, too, and I think I'll work for you. Yumi, what's your next job?
Having drank warm tea, Guitar speaks to the girl who is in charge of managing her free life.
In one case the other day, you realized that you had overburdened Yumiel, not least, and you were awakened to your willingness to work. Rare, motivated to fly if blown, but still motivated. He had enough power to drive a lazy young man to work.
But...
"... no more work today"
"Ha?
The willingness to work was unexpectedly emptied.
I'm talking about the girl you call the ghost of work. I'm sure you'll bring your job from next to next, even if you don't want to. That's just what I thought, the word "no job" from Yumiel was a little unexpected precious.
"Huh? So, can I go up now?
I ask you to be afraid, Precious.
"... Yep. It would have been hot out there. Take a bath before dinner."
Yumiel nodding yes.
"Wow, okay...?
He told me to rest, and there's no reason to say no or anything. However, Guitar became an unequivocal face and headed upstairs to the bathroom with his neck clenched.
The next morning, Guitar was alone, walking down the street leading east.
Precious man walking on the hill fluttering, fluttering, without even having luggage. The outfit is also light for going out of town, with a white t-shirt marked 'Furious Butler' and a jeep only.
And all the wrong men thought, He must have come to the picnic. I don't see luggage for a pedestrian and my shoes and clothes are poor for a traveler. I'm sure the breeze of early summer invited me out for a getaway. Whoever saw him decided so.
But it's not. Your university looked like this and was in the middle of a job. Instead of rolling around, he's trying to get his stuff to the village of Kodorf in the east woods.
The only reason it looks handy is because he packs salt bags, seasonings, medicines and preferences in the 'Options' item section. In Earth, with some luggage, it can be transported without the need for a carriage, etc. That is the more necessary necessities for a small village, etc., the more each person is.
Making it, it's a game kind of world, you know, you thought. There is no flair, or what? Around the time of imitating a pedestrian, he wanted to sit on the carriage carrier.
"But the village of Kodorf? You don't have to hurry, but you can come home in the evening. Uh-huh, today's work is too easy..."
In the woods a little off the east street, the village of Kodorf, which runs beekeeping. From the Gran Feria, that's about a four-hour walk down the road. Assuming you run the horse, you'll get there in an hour, and if you really run, it won't take you half an hour.
Your job today is simply to deliver your luggage to the village. There is no other job and the amount of luggage is not so much that it doesn't fit in the item section. The path to the village was also flat itself, and it was only natural, when taken for granted, that the Noble University should speak of easy victory.
"Well, that's fine. Nevertheless, Yummy's guy, you're all round."
I haven't had a lot of work coming around to me lately. Every day, there is, but it's not the kind of workload that gets stuck from morning to night. Obviously, it's easier than before. Guitar felt that way.
"Well, that guy's in trouble for the job, too, huh? I think Yummy was up early yesterday too... ok ok, isn't that a good trend"
Find the most obvious answer, and you'll be in a good mood as soon as possible. He goes down a gentle hill, singing his nose.
but on the way, pitari and his legs stop. He noticed. That it's working too well.
In his experience, happiness was something that did not last long. If you get on well, you eat a painful lip, and if you get caught off guard, you're dropped by Nara.
Isn't this happiness its' foreshadowing '?
He shook his spine in the gushing chills.
"For example, yes. Where it floats, Unique Monsters strike or something!
At that moment! Your Majesty, from behind, was attacked by a black shadow!
Here comes what needs to come. A phenomenal presence appeared, which I could not even sense being a scoundrel.
You should have known it was the truth of the world to raise and drop it. Your Highness, regretting his stupidity, resists desperately wherever he waves a unique monster stuck on his back -
"Immediately, I came to check out my fiancée's work! Hmm? What do you say? Surprised?
On the call, the cock, solidified.
Sure, it's a unique monster. The crying child also shuts up. The chaotic dragon, indeed, attacked me.
"But that's not what I meant..."
"What's up, why don't we just move on? Are you coming to the village of Kodorf?
"Yes, sir."
Re-bearing the route he jumped on his back, Guido walked down the road to the village of Kodorf.
The girl in the black summer dress is in a good mood to go with it on his back and do it. On the other hand, your university enters the woods with incomplete combustion.
It wasn't a unique monster. So, what is it? What happens as a price for a job cut dramatically?
Making, the noble grandeur, unrelated to peace and happiness, goes down the path of the forest with vigilance for something.
"Nice and sunny day too. It feels really good. See, the trees in the woods are blue and bushy, and the leaking days are beautiful"
Lootoos that go on earth with their only dignity are also rare and dear. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, shrugging, as if enjoying a forest bath.
Forward swing. That's what you thought. It's weirder for a Chaos Dragon girl not to mention herself in such a situation. This is some kind of foreplay.
"For example, yes. I'm just biting the peace, getting involved in a case or something!
"KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!?
At that moment! Your Highness did hear the woman scream!
From the village of Kodorf, which began to be visible in the distance, I hear a woman ripping silk. That's not one or two, either. It is as if the village is also being attacked by a herd of demons, with intermittent screaming.
"Damn, I knew this was happening!
I also forgot to put down the route I carried, and Guitar ran out to the village. That scream is not of the ordinary. I'm sure there's been a terrible incident. There's a tragic incident, like a whole village stained with blood.
Guitar sweated cold and rushed to the village square when he had a bad feeling.
And then there's...
"Ahhhhhhhhh!? And I can't believe it! That's the twentieth one!
"Heh heh, we can still do this."
"(d) Eleventh! Oh, you, there's a goddess of luck on you!
There was a look at the housewives, curious to return pancakes.
"... what?
They pour various pieces of fabric into a butter-pulled frying pan. And when the mundane and surface start to bubble, you flip the pancake with one hand.
The housewives wave their arms, kun, and move their wrists, throwing pancakes at the universe. They catch the dough burnt on one side in a brilliant frying pan and show off their good faces.
Among other things, one housewife's arms seemed rolled, and, what, twenty-one pancakes in a row had been successfully returned.
"Not yet! You can still do it! For this day, I practiced blood seeping!
Sweet fragrance in a thriving venue. The baked pancakes are swarmed with children from the village, and the lost pancakes are also refilled.
"Oh, you're the delivery guy? Thank you. I have the price for the item and the honey to thank you, but I'm here because of it. You should eat pancakes too."
"Uhm! Shall we give him a taste? My share is full of honey."
"Haha, what is it, you're a girl with a big attitude. All right, all right. Wait a minute. 'Cause I'll cook it right away."
Lootoo, who has no eyes for sweet things, lowered his back to the venue seat with our face. Nobita, pulled by her, also sits in a wooden chair.
"Yes, wait. Eat plenty of honey. There you go."
And a three-step pancake, ready to be prepared. Plus, the aromatic honey that gets thickened, thickened and dripping.
"Ha-ha! Ha-ha, I can't stop...!"
A dragon man girl who just rashes, trembles with joy and sweetness, and spreads her peans and wings.
Looking at her, you're starting to look like a fool to yourself who cares about weird things like swinging forward, raising and dropping.
I can't stop laughing at my billboard daughter, who was soaking up in her hobby for girls, who cares all the crap about it being a forward swing, putting it up and dropping it. If it's peaceful, that's fine. Being too pessimistic is not a good thing.
With that in mind, Guitar threw up a self-derisive sigh, then smashed a pancake with a big mouth open, just wondering if sweet honey was still this.
The flavor of peace to taste without thinking extra was very sweet.