That night, there was a look at you and Yumiel in the free-life living room.
Does Routou intend not to show up until the castle is complete, or he went to stay in a luxury inn in the Advanced District with his offerings Shadow Dragons? My husband and maid, the only two people in the living room who managed to block a big hole in the ceiling. In the quiet of a long time, Guitar was shaking his head for good.
"Damn, I'm in trouble. I don't know what he's going to do."
Guitar sighed several times as he was rocked by a rocking chair in front of the fireplace.
Seeing her husband tired, Yumiel gently took a seat and moved to the kitchen.
"... because Mr. Lootoo is free to go"
"Oh, that's self-respect, or a runaway locomotive."
While rubbing handsomely brewed tea, Guitar took another vice.
Preferring every day unchanged above all, Precious hates rapid change like a snake scorpion. Yumiel, well aware of that, said nothing more, just listened to her husband in silence.
"Ha... what if I could put my eyes on you? Wouldn't it make you angry if a common man built a castle or something?"
And when the upside-down router showed up who he was and sank the Granferia into a sea of flames - that much to think about, he was a noble man who was getting heavier and heavier.
"I don't know what's going on..."
Nobunaga made a noise and rocked the rocking chair.
Yumiel sat down flat by the fireplace, watching her master swinging back and forth.
Originally, Nobunaga and Yumiel, who are not raps, have more time not to talk when they are alone. Snowy nights like today are thus relaxing without words in front of the fireplace. But there was no time for serenity or leisurely flowing there all day, and your daughters had knocked their knees with their fingers over and over for troubles.
"That's right! There was an old dragon. I don't know, but that guy, he's like a rookie, right?
"... That's what I hear"
"Then ask that guy to supervise it! Then he won't be impotent either."
Thinking of an old man who began to show his face to a neighborhood tool shop sometime ago, Nobita banged his knee and laughed brightly.
Yumiel nodded only once, staring facelessly at her delightful husband.
"Oh, now you're going to figure it out. Good, good... well, I guess I'll take a bath and go to bed already"
"... although the bathroom is broken"
"Ugh, well, you did. Damn, I should have just fixed it there...... well, fine. Yummy, let's go take a bath at Caorne's."
"... Yes"
You expected this to happen, Yumiel stood up all the time and immediately brought buckets and towels from the Japanese-room.
While also receiving a properly placed barrel of soap and olive oil, Guido stroked the head of a competent maid several times with his free hand.
Let's go.
"... Yes"
The two, feather-woven coats of similar design, took them together and headed toward the neighborhood lockyard family.
Turn around and you'll see our half-destructed home and the planned construction of the further Lutu Castle. Guitar, who shook it off with a bitter laugh, went a little further and slammed the wooden door of the pavilion.
Ten days went by as early as the day Routou declared he would build the castle.
With New Year's holidays over, Noble Daughter and Yumiel worked every day to build their homes in between.
Contrary to your expectations, most of the main pillars seemed safe, and the carpenters slapped him in the chest and said that this could be fixed in less than a month. In fact, the vast majority of the construction was just to replace painful walls and floors, with little to no hands on the skeleton.
Nobunaga, who thought Yumiel would be hard too, such as sleeping in a miscellaneous fish room with the two of them for months, greatly delighted with the good fortune of being unhappy. The foot carrying tea to the carpenter, the hand cleaning up the debris, was also light, and Noble Daughter helped to build his home somehow.
(I think I'll try Romarian for the bathroom)
Humans, things get better when they have good things to do, and Guitar was fortunate enough to work out a home improvement plan.
If you can get professional hands on it because of this, why not make it better instead of fixing it the way it was? Let's build a Japanese room upstairs as well. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
"Bring me more magic bricks."
"Yes."
On the other hand, Guitar University always had a bitter gaze at Lutu Castle, which was gradually becoming possible.
"... ha"
Only the walls and floors were on the rooftops of a restored home for now, and Nobita watched working Shadow Dragons.
"Did you get a treasure trove?
"It's just..."
Coming at sunrise, they kept moving until the sun went down, and they had more skilled moves than any carpenter.
I quickly pull the drawings, and fly through the sky, I set up the pillars. The move to combine bricks was rhythmic everywhere, and waving the hammer was useless by the artistic.
With enough power to lift a rock, with hundreds of years of knowledge and experience, and if it took Shadow Dragons to show exceptional teamwork, was it less about other love than building a castle or other private home repairs?
Looking sideways at Luttoo Castle, which was being completed without waiting for a free-life remodel, Nobita laid back securely on the roof.
"I told you not to stand out..."
With his white breath howling out into the high skies of January, Guitar slowly closed his eyelids.
I'm not taking a nap. Noble Dae, who just fell asleep somehow, stood ear to the sound of construction rather than using the usual [air cushions] and [airwalls].
Tongue epilepsy. Tongue. The sound of a machine-free carpenter job is somewhere natural and comfortable. Neither the unpleasant vibrations of the drill nor the intermittent ground sounds caused by the heavy machinery exist in the other world (Earth).
(... I wonder what it was like. Machine sounds)
Now remembering the sound that is already on the other side of my memory, your university gradually falls into the mellow -.
"Sayama. Sayama-san, you catch a cold when you sleep in a place like this."
"Hmm?
I wasn't willing to sleep, but he was unconscious at some point.
Being called out and finally realizing about it, Noble Daisy woke up her body and shook her blurry head several times.
"Mmm...... oh, old dragon. Hello."
"Hmm. Good day."
It was the mysterious old dragon, the old dragon, who spoke to the noble man who was falling asleep on the rooftop of his home.
A immortal who came with loose clothes and stretched his beard like a waterfall. A Red Dragon who lived thousands of years, and a consultant who also relies on routes. However, Guitar addressed a somewhat stiff greeting to a person who was not very familiar to him.
"Hello old master!
"Nice sunshine, old master"
Shadow Dragons, who were flying in charge of building materials, bowed their heads to each and every old dragon, still in the air in discipline.
In response, the old dragon nodded over and over again, laughing like a favorite.
"... mmm"
A Chinese-like dragon immortal exchanges greetings with the Western dragonists.
The rooftop of his familiar home turned into a fantastic space at once, and Guitar dazzled his eyes wondering if he was still dreaming.
"Sayama-san... Sayama-san?
"Ah, yes! Hey, what's up?
Guitar, who was blurry, shook his body in the cries of the old dragon.
To a cowardly rabbit-like reaction, but the old dragon was still grinning his long beard.
"Uh... what is it?
Again, the old dragon narrowed his eyes and brought his face closer to yours.
A number of wrinkled faces approached the uplift, and your university seemed to lag behind unexpectedly.
"Yeah, yeah"
"Yeah...?
The old dragon laughed, hoping to let go of his face, wondering if he had been observing you for a while.
- Is this grandpa bogged down?
Weird behavior made you think rude.
"No, no, I'm sorry. I've lost my thanks."
"Ha..."
The old dragon carefully bowed his head and apologized for his abrupt behavior.
"I see you sleeping in the afternoon. I thought it would be a good opportunity to observe... but I don't think it would be nice to be looked at."
"Yes, I am."
Guitar University, which I thought I could finally talk to, showed a slightly dissatisfied attitude to a rare customer who suddenly appeared.
The old dragon, who received it, bowed his head, sorry again, and was delightfully distorting his wrinkled face.
"So, what can I do for you? Are you referring to the castle of Lootoo?
"Oh, no. There's that too."
"That too? Was there anything else?
"Uhm...... uhm"
Stab me in the nail so I don't overdo it.
That's what they asked me to do, but in the end, it turned out to be a big deal of construction. Do you even remember guilt about that? To the rarely said old dragon, Guitar still thought,
"No, that, what. How's the night life with Lootoo going?
"Suddenly you show up. What is this jizzy?"
I fed Harrison's blow to the head of the old dragon who started talking about the lower care.
It hurts.
"You..."
Guitar sighed with a frightened face at the old dragon holding his head with both hands like a child.
"Routoos are like grandchildren, aren't they? Yet night life or something... erotic without sight"
"No, dude, you're not! That's not true!
"Oh? How is it different?
Guitar breaded Harrison as he glimpsed the rushing old dragon with his jitty eyes! Bread! And I was punching it in the palm of my hand. The old dragon, who saw it and drowned cold sweat, began his excuse a little early.
"I'm just worried about her... and she's building a castle, so making kids is just fine..."
"What does it have to do with building a castle and a child?
"Huh? You don't know?
"I don't know..."
On Old Dragon's face that it was incredible, now it was your turn to hang out.
The old dragon, who guessed that he knew nothing from that appearance, began to talk about the dragon's culture after he uttered a shout.
"It's not like dragons build their own nests or castles. independent of parents and means becoming an adult"
"Huh? But there's a house in a pile of demons called Lootoo, right?
"That's not that kid's parents' nest. I'm not absent now, but the Lord is apart."
"I see."
Speaking of which, you thought. In retrospect, Rootoo was called 'The Princess' by the Shadow Dragons. That means there's nothing strange about having a husband, or a museum.
This one case means independence away from those parents - but why are children involved there?
Could that be...
"But of. Independence is conditional, and it's about finding a lifelong companion and being physically and mentally bound..."
"Oh, I knew you meant that -!?
Nor can it be compelled that the old dragon has put in an exploration. That's what the dragon means when it comes to setting up a new home.
If you look at it from the dragon, the castle that is now being completed is nothing but the 'Nest of Love', and the old dragons and Shadow Dragons saw your university and Routou that way.
Oh, you did what you did, and...
"Hey, hey, hey, stop it, I'm stopping it......!
Dyed his cheeks with shame, Guitar tried to fly over to the castle next door.
Shaking up Harrison as he held it in his hand, straightening out Chaos Dragon, who did something embarrassing, he tried to aspire to the throne.
However, where he put his hand on the rooftop fence, the old dragon grabbed the end of the muffler, and Guitar stepped back to his original position.
"Ho, ho! What are you doing?
Guitar protested against the old dragon as he untied the tight muffler.
But the old dragon didn't apologize or laugh, he just stared at you with a sincere face. The old dragon said to plead with Noble Daddy, who had lost his temper in this.
"Will you let her like it?
"... Huh?
Deep, stared into the golden eyes that made him feel intelligent, Guitar slowly lowered the hand he was waving up. Not to be content with it, but the old dragon also throws his words straight at you.
"He's a poor kid. I was raised in a box, my parents left me, and I've missed it for a hundred years. He made it 'clever' in the Mountain of Demons for a hundred years without gaining the affection of his family. That's how I meet you Sayama, find a new love, and stay alive like that. Stay away from your parents and try to build a new family. I am glad that it has grown..."
"That's..."
Your Highness has never met Luttoo's parents. I've never been introduced, I'm just far away - that's all, I've just been taught.
Due to Rootoo's energetic weather appearance, he was a noble man who didn't think deeply at the time, but now that I heard about the old dragon, one image was emerging behind his brain.
That means, like, death, or eternal goodbye...
"Well, who's Luttoo's parent..."
The old dragon nodded with a sinister face to the miserable nobleman.
It still is. To the truth of the route you unintentionally learned, your greatness tastes like your heart is sinking.
"- That's right. We've been going on our 'Millennial Marriage Trip' for 100 years."
"Seriously I feel sorry for you, Lootoo!?
Shortly afterwards, I was greatly zucked.
"Ooh, ooh, you got it. That's right, yeah. He's a poor girl."
"I get it. Ok...... ha"
Guitar sighed loudly as he stood up in slow motion.
The old dragon, who had not yet cared for it, bent himself to the letter of the great body as he took his hands.
"Even if it's not about my parents, Rootoo is a natural sarcophagus. I got ahead of you on this one, but why don't you follow her?"
"Hmmm......"
It wasn't like I didn't have a verse in mind.
Routine skinship. Cat-like appeal in sight. When I caught him, he smiled with a full face and was delighted, hugging him with a lot of pride.
"Well, I get it. Build a castle, and then I don't know what he wants to do yet, but I'll try to get on the stream."
"Oh well!
To your words, the old dragon waved loudly his hand, which was joyfully connected as ours.
With a bitter smile at the feeling, Guitar also saw the castle of Routou on the sidelines.
(Samaritan dragon, huh?)
From the looks of that terrible chaos dragon, it seems very unlikely - that no creature can know his heart from the outside.
If you're wasting your time wanting your rootoos covered, you can go play with them and let them eat Decopin at the end.
Guitar, who himself was only slightly tempted to sampling, thought so, staring at an eighty percent finished castle.