When I got out of the bath, I changed into summer jeans and a white t-shirt and went down to the ground floor.
A corridor connected in a straight line, from the stairs to the front door. On its right is the office and on its left is the living room. I can hear the cupboard squeaking when the two of them kicked out of the bathroom are eating breakfast early.
"Ok."
Open the wooden door and enter the living room.
"It's late, Takahiro! I'm tired of waiting."
"... I'm having it first"
Lootoo in a white summer dress and Yumiel in a short-sleeved maid of honor greet me.
Apparently, it's bacon eggs for breakfast today. On each plate, there was bacon that seemed to stick out and two eyeball grills.
"I woke up early. Slow it down a bit."
Sitting in a chair, pretending to leak stupidity. The truth is, I just jumped out of a nightmare, but, well, I wouldn't even have to bother telling you.
It's about these guys. If you're afraid to sleep alone, why don't we accompany you? and it is decided to loom. Lootoo is worse than he was, and Yumiel is also badly influenced by the Succubus. Show me your guard, and I'll be 'eaten'.
I don't want to make kids at this age, and I'm totally sorry about getting married. It just seems like a nightmare, like spending time with a couple or a family on something.
I want to hang out alone. Long live freedom. Being single is great. Being bound is something you shouldn't be the master of a free life.
"Whoa, this bread, it's delicious. You bought it with Mr. Clarice?
"... no, I baked it"
"Did you burn it? Well done."
But I honestly appreciate morning and evening and someone cooking a warm meal.
Thanks to Yumiel, clothes and bed sheets are always clean, and one chili hasn't fallen into the room. The shoes are shiny and the bathroom is not moldy. Besides, he rubs it all the way to his shoulder when he's tired.
Leave it to him, he'll make it all right. Damn it, Yumiel, it's different.
but apart from that and this, no matter how much chores you do, I'm no longer willing to have children or marry them.
In the first place, Yumiel is our resident housekeeper. It's my job to do the chores, and I pay him a fair wage.
So it's only thanks for the job, and I can't be forced to do it, but I can't. I like the distance as it is.
"Hey, Takahiro? I heard your job starts this afternoon. Then why don't you deepen your rapport in my bedroom for a while?
"'Cause from the side of my mind, don't take to break my sense of distance!
Lori Ryu, a brunette with a dazzling white complexion in her eyes, is mostly on my knees and creeps me out.
Get your hands off me! We're entering the delicate zone! Your entry is not allowed!
"... your husband? You mustn't skip."
Oh, I'm afraid of the eyes of a workaholic maid.
Yumiel's face, whose expression remains unchanged, changes its meaning greatly depending on the beholder. To me now, I look like a young man.
"Look, Lootoo. Get out of the way. He's the one who has to work without a job."
"If you marry me, you won't have to work, okay? If you return to the mountains, there will be as much gold and silver treasures as there are. If Takahiro wants, I'll feed him."
"Am I a hippo! Damn, I didn't say stupid. Go play outside. My friends in the Mediterranean are calling me today, aren't they?
"Oh, speaking of which, I was. The Cesar Pent people called me to the banquet."
Luttoo, who jumped off my knees, left the living room in a mild footsteps.
I'm sure I'll change from the dress I took to the dress I used to go elsewhere. The many costumes that he has turned one of my rooms into a walk-in closet.
The truth is, all the empty third floor rooms, they were going to make me a costume room, but that's all I managed to make it stop. If you bury it in a dress even in Ren's or Yusuke's room, they'll be flabbergasted when they get back.
So there's only one room that holds the costume! He tells us that if we can't drink this condition, we will kick him out without question, so far we have prevented Chaos Dragon from invading.
"Okay, I'm coming. I'll be home at night."
"Yes, yes, please go"
They dropped me off, so I'm going out to the rooftop garden after the routine.
A routoo dressed in a frill-laden blue dress wings the buckwheat and floats to the sky fluttering. That's Chaos Dragon. Even if you look like a dragon man, do you mean flying in the sky is a gift?
"Oh, speaking of which! Yvetta told me you're going to kiss me when I'm like this. Come on, come on. Let's have an enthusiastic conversation."
"You didn't say anything stupid. Just go."
Close the rooftop door behind you, and I'll go down the stairs to the downstairs without looking back.
Damn, if you come with Mr. Yvetta... I'll have to tell you once and for all not to blow weird things into the Lori kids.
"Well, I wonder what we'll do in the morning"
Think about your plans for today as you go down the stairs with Tong.
I have loading work in this afternoon. When that's over, help with the water frying at the harbor. At the end of the day, we're going to support the experiment at Eru.
... What do you care a lot? This could be a little rough.
Shouldn't you be resting in the morning to balance it out? Yeah, you should do that.
Rather than running around looking for a job, I feed my English and then come to the afternoon labor in full swing. This would be what you should look like as a worker.
"If that's what you decide..."
"... If so, what is it?
"Ugh!?
He stopped his leg, which was headed to the ground floor, and tried to go upstairs again. But Yumiel shows up from the upstairs washroom all the time, and I freeze unexpectedly.
"... if that's what you decide, let's go find a job, right? Your husband."
Looking down at me from the top of the stairs, my maid who loves your job. Its eyes were only cold with a heart, and a short whip was held in his right hand at some point.
Pull that tip with your left hand and let go of Yumiel. Each time, the short whip hits the column, making a dry noise with the piscilli, the piscilli.
If Yumiel, who recently leveled himself with strange powers, is serious, he won't be sorry about 'Piscilli'. I hear a hallucination where the meat can play, and my body shivers.
"... Come on, let's go to the office. If you don't, help us sort out the books."
"Yes."
Yumiel takes me down the stairs and I head to the office upstairs.
"... then this, and this, and this, please. I'll finish my chores first."
"Ugh, are you serious..."
And when I sit down in my seat, which I rarely use in the office, my books pile up like a pile of sauce on my desk.
When I look up, there's a faceless Yumiel. In its right hand, the short whip is still gripped. I guess that means getting rid of this.
Reading and writing calculations are as good as I taught Yumiel. I can also organize my books at my leisure for about one thing.
However, this quantity is not good. Just looking at it is going to give me a headache. I don't know. If this is the case, I'll go find a job, and I should have gone outside.
This is exactly what I don't want to be without regret. Once you've been given a job, you can't escape. What the hell are you doing, running away from me for scouting?
... Well, what can I say? I guess I'll just clean up and extend my lunch break.
Me turning my belly and facing the pile of books again. And Yumiel puts a short whip in the pocket of the apron. Thus, the day of free life begins again today -.
"Taka Heroes!!
It seemed, and it didn't start.
One girl jumped in through the front door of the office in such a way as to block my resolve to get to work.
Tight big body. Baby blonde hair. Light shallot t-shirt with brown shorts.
And these droopy ears and the blocky tail that grew from the waist.
This kid's name is, uh, walnut. I live in a Bright orphanage in the lower district, a dog beast girl.
"Takahiro, taka-hero!
The walnuts have been teasing rugby face losers when they saw my face. I can't even avoid sitting in a chair, and I get this big bang.
"Ugh...... oh, hey, here, walnut. Suddenly what?"
On his tenth birthday, Krumia joined the orphanage's elderly group. After my vocal cords were firm, I could speak well, and I could work at the pavilion in Mampu.
With that, the eyes became less sweet than in the first place - and I thought.
I didn't expect it to be so obviously sweet. The hand that was turned on my back has a gnawing force that pushes me to my chest. Besides, he's tangled up to his legs, he's gonna stick my shoulder wet, and he's in real trouble.
... what, hmm? Why is my shoulder wet?
"Takahiro, takahiro"
"What, you, are you crying?
I thought something was wrong and pulled it off, and the guy in the walnut, he wept with tears.
"What's the matter, you even had another fight with Kevin"
"No, no, no..."
With tears clogging her words, the walnut sifts and shakes her neck to the side.
"Did you see how Michelotti felt in the morning - even with a smile?"
"No, of. No. Uh-oh."
I cried again. The big body toddler, Wonko, made sure to rub a crying surface against my chest and raised a creeping cry.
You're in trouble. It's unusual for this guy who's always smiling to cry so far. I'm not as inclusive as the Dean, so I don't even know how to make him stop crying.
In the meantime, I'm stroking your back... well, what's wrong?
"What happened to Goldie in the first place? Why aren't you close when you're crying?
That's right. Where is that golden retriever, like replacing a walnut sister, walking flat?
Even the orphanage would have flown away and comforted the little one if he was crying. I don't think that leaves only the walnuts alone.
"Goldie, of..."
Finally a walnut with a face up. The face was soiled with tears, and sadly distorted.
Secondly, the unpleasant feeling turns my head.
Crying walnuts. I'm not here, Goldie. Perhaps, the feeling swells as I look at it.
"Gordie's, you're not well. You won't even eat your rice."
As follows that hunch, the walnut utters an ominous word.
"Oh, my mother used [the heel], but she didn't keep it."
The hunch turns to certainty. The words of the walnut come together as one event.
"Keep it up, Goldie's gonna die! Takahiro, please."
"Gordie dies?
Word it and know the weight of things again.
That dog's gonna die? No, it hasn't been decided yet. It just so happens, maybe I'm just not feeling well.
"Come on, I'll give it to you, I'll give you Goldie...!
Is it my intention to make a request? A walnut with just a few copper coins out of his pocket pushes it against me.
"And anyway, let's go see Goldie. Stay here. I don't know anything."
Push back the walnut's hand and I'll stick my foot in my boot.
That's right. Even if we're just hanging around here, we can't know what's going on. Doing the treatment doesn't start anything unless you see Gordie at the heart.
So I pull the walnut hand that's still stuck and head to the orphanage.
"That's why. I asked for the rest!
"... Yes, I did. I'll take care of everything."
With his right hand against his chest, Yumiel lowers his head with a pepper.
With such a dependable maid on my back, I took the walnut and ran out.