Himekishi to Camping Car

A calm afternoon, a camper stopped by the lake.

Naoto treats the waste water that accumulates in the drainage tank and uses the pump to crease the water into the storage tank.

Patricia, a buscon-type camper, can run loaded with hundreds of litres of water, also the size of its body.

How much is that, not just for drinking, but also for storing enough to cover the shower, which is one of our prized features.

One of its proud features, the shower has been used very little for some time now.

"I don't have any gas."

Naoto snaps as he brings his back to the body as he hears the pump spinning.

There's no gas, everything goes on with it.

"If you're running on gasoline, the electricity is so excessive, it's loaded with solar panels with the highest conversion rate, and you can recover electricity with regenerative brakes for whatever reason. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I'm still running out of electricity. I don't know."

Patricia is originally a camper who is supposed to be supplied with gas in the real world with no problems and drive with it.

In that case electricity is only auxiliary, once you can drive with it, but the main thing is still petrol.

So the electricity itself can be used sparingly.

But in this other world, where there is no petrol, the only energy to move (,,) the camper will be electricity for solar power.

That's about five minutes a day after you move the car and minimally grab the live electricity.

I can barely use a shower.

That is, in the current situation, where there is no petrol.

He's not doing 10% of what he's doing.

Naoto said while touching the body of the vehicle.

This camper is something that his dreams are packed with, something that even dreams embody.

The current situation where it is unable to deliver 100% performance is a teething situation for a straight person.

But there's nothing I can do.

He said he was at dusk about it.

"Well, there's something convenient about it."

"Tier"

A demon spoke from the side.

She has a tone that doesn't make you feel distant.

A black lace dress for hair decorations with feathers, as usual. Spread your feathers and float in the universe as usual.

Demon Salotiers, although he manages the phantom beast by himself from race to race and is a terrible being with mighty power.

"Good morning, won't you fall today"

Naoto replied with an extremely light nori.

There's a lot going on, and Naoto never sees her as a being of fear.

"Yes, I'm not always falling!

"So far, there's a 66.6% chance I'm going to run into you and fall. Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. A princess knight in a pinch is about three times more expensive than 'blah, kill'."

"Hey, what's that comparison!

"It's weird. Hey, why do you fall when you're flying? It's as strange as a princess knight getting caught up in a princess knight whee."

"So what the hell is that comparison!

It's weird.

"You're doing my thing. I'm the Demon Salotiers, I'm great! It's a symbol of fear!

"... it's a little bit of fear," he said.

"Do me a favor."

Tia screamed, sticking out her pinned and stretched sharp nails.

"Whew!"

A straight man who spoke up, held his head and crouched in and avoided it.

Claws passed right in front of him as he crouched.

Not overhead, in front of you.

Making the noise, Tia frowned and stumbled.

Moment, time clots.

To a crouching straight man, a stumbling tier.

Moments of eye contact, moments of awkwardness Max.

……

"Uh, good for you. You're 75%."

"Master, that's not a follow up"

Patricia's voice was heard from across the wall.

Naoto secretly thought, follow me if you want to go in.

Meanwhile, the look on Tia's face changes.

As I look around, tears accumulate all the time.

"... ugly"

"Yeah?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"Roar."

"Do my thing again! Bully! Wow. Ahhh."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait."

"What are you, what are you..."

There is no shadow to see, such as majesty, and Tia cries out.

The demon stays in a head-sliding position on the ground, making him bulge out.

Naoto panicked, kneeling back in front of her, wrapping his hands around her, trying to follow.

"No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

"You're a kid crying..."

Naoto got in trouble.

I almost got killed last minute (that nail was probably a hell of a thing if I ate it), but watching Tia crying like this somehow made me feel like I did something terrible.

Actually, I didn't do anything.

I searched her pockets for her with tears and runny nose, but the handkerchief was grated by the man's immediate person, with no tissue kind in it.

Instead, he had a presence like a competent secretary.

"Yes, Master"

Patricia comes out the window and offers a beautifully folded handkerchief.

Thanks for following up, and Naoto receives the handkerchief and gives it to Tia.

"Look, now wipe your tears"

"I'm not crying!

"Okay, I'm not crying, demons don't cry, do they? Then let's just wipe the mud on your face, your cute face, the mud on it and ruin it."

……

"See, for now, be"

Naoto bowed his hand to Tia.

Tia took that hand and stood up.

Patricia saw it and pulled into the camper.

"... what, I don't like you"

"Sorry."

Naoto worshipped with his hands together and looked at her upward with his lowered head.

"I'll do anything to apologize."

"... Really?

"True, true."

"Well, to my cook..."

"Other than that"

Naoto said no in a eating mood, I'm sorry to work.

But then I regretted it.

I did it, the thought ran around the back of my brain.

The advice, as she is, is that once again, when I look at her, I get tears.

"Oh-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

I made the same beautiful girl cry twice in a short period of time.

Naoto relented desperately to her.

Carefully, I condoned her so that she would not make any further rudeness.

"That's right. Patricia, you had a sui cover, didn't you? Let it out."

"Go ahead, Master"

Patricia replied immediately to a direct order.

I put my body out the window and put out his handmade sui cover.

Take it, give it to Tia.

"What's this?

"It's a suicide cover."

"Sui Cover?

"It's an ice cream made of watermelon. It's a small refrigerator, so you can only make it a little bit every day."

"Sweet... cold..."

"It's summer, I'm going to be challenging all kinds of ice cream"

"... delicious"

"That's good"

Naoto was pleased and relieved.

"It's not just a watermelon bar, by the way, it's a 100% fruit juice, no added watermelon cover. Well, in this world, it's harder to add."

"Percent......"

Crushing Tia, seeing her mouth pointed, Naoto blocked her mouth with a hack.

This is also a mine, the word percent is a mine.

He was still inside the mine fields.

……

Tia mumbled and ate the sushi cover.

I ate up and skewered Naoki.

"Welcome"

"Your Lordship."

Often, an awkward air flowed between them.

Straight man trying to say something, but I couldn't say anything because I think I'm going to step on a mine today no matter what I say.

That's what Tia told me.

"Speaking of which, I was just saying gasoline"

"Huh? Yeah, he said that."

"That, what?

"Oh, it's like the power source of this car. Patricia, open the gas."

The order was immediately responded to, the gas outlet was full, and the noise opened.

I have run out of gas in driving, but it's not gone until the last drop (physically that won't happen).

Naoto used a skewer to wipe the gasoline attached to the lid of the gas outlet and put it in front of the tier.

The sweet fragrance characteristic of gasoline tickles the nasal cavity.

"This is what it is, burning this inside, driving it"

"I know this."

"Huh?"

Naoto stared at Tia with surprised eyes.