After the capture, Mandragola was confined to the corner of an unused stone building deep in the woods of the Royal Palace as originally planned.
Taket walks with some books in the hallway of the building. Then I came to the iron door in front of me, and I knocked.
I don't get any reply from inside in particular, but I don't mind opening the door because it's the usual thing.
It is slightly dark inside. The windows are covered in thick stone walls with little light coming in, as there are only small ventilation items at the top. I don't know what room it was originally used for.
A small carpet was laid on the corner of the room, and Mandragola sat there with a petan reading the book without thinking.
As the tacket approached, it placed the book in its hand on the carpet.
"Look, a new book. I borrowed it from the library."
It was routine to come here about once every two days and give you a new book. I bring ten books with me every time, but it still seems to be finished soon.
Mandragora reads the light of the magic stone of light by pushing it down onto the book.
"Let's get out of here. I got a new red wine from the Royal Palace pantry. You're hungry, right?
Mandragora raised her face and woke her up. When the tacket lifts its hand, it crawls up from the arm of the mosso and tacket to the back, hugging it. It seems that I like him better than walking on my own feet. Taketo leaves the room and goes outside with Mandragora stuck on his back.
When I went out to the garden, Criston at the Magic Biological Sanctuary was dropping the barrels that had been piled up on Ulu's back. By the side, Chante had prepared the tarai.
Taketo drops Mandragola into the tare.
Then the red wine is poured out of the cork bottle next to the liquor barrel, so it is taken into the bucket. Upon accumulation, the bucket was pulled out of the bucket and the wine was poured straight into the pour mouth, containing a sip and then stoppered. They won't complain that I borrowed a little wine because it's expensive and it's hard for ordinary people to buy it. I don't know much about the taste of sake, but I think it is quite delicious because it is only available in the Royal Palace brewery.
When I wiped the shizukuzuku hanging from my mouth with my sleeves properly, I threw the contents of the bucket over Mandragora's head. And when it's empty, pour the liquor back into the bucket from the barrel.
Mandragola was like a toddler bathing in the water, and she gladly stroked the wine with her hands and feet.
"Wow, stop. It's going to be a mess this way."
There are still spots on the brown tuna worn by Clinston.
"I have to do the laundry, that's it."
Taketo also smiled as he wiped the red wine on his face properly.
However, Mandragola enjoyed a bath of red wine without worrying about it.
By the way, I'm not bathing or playing, and this is the Mandragola dining scene. Mandragora is a creature classified as a plant, although it tends to be forgotten because it moves around freely. For this reason, although there is also something mouthful, it is through the skin of the whole body that the nutrients are ingested.
"It's strange. I don't like white wine, so I have to be red."
At the same time, they prefer aged wines to younger ones. Even in terms of food costs, it is unlikely that you can keep it unless you are a bourgeoisie to some extent. This red wine is fine because it can be paid for at the public expense of the Magic Beast Biological Sanctuary, but if you keep it on your own, your salary will fly away very quickly.
When I started taking care of her, I used to have earplugs when I was dealing with Mandragora, but recently, I have often removed them. I've come to realize that I wouldn't raise a "scream of death" if I didn't make you angry, and I thought I'd be in a better mood if I just gave you a book without showing this Mandragora the look of anger since that incident.
Perhaps this Mandragora is obsessed with books, and won't be angry if they don't interfere with reading or mess around with books.
With that in mind, looking at Mandragora's dining landscape, Mandragora stopped moving and suddenly leaned down suddenly, making fun of the red wine.
Yom, yom, hon, yom.
He was hungry and wanted another book.
And when I put a towel on the head of the mandragora that was about to crawl out of the barrel, I would wipe it with something like rust and light green hair.
"Not yet. If you touch it like that, the book gets dirty, right?
I wonder if Mandragora is convinced by the words. Still, Mogomogo and "Honyomohong" were murmuring, but they were wiped as they were.
Chante presents a piece of clothing in front of the Mandragola.
"This was sold on the market. Perfect size for Mandragora-chan."
It was like a white dress made of cotton. They tie the sunflower around the waist and adjust the length. Chante grabbed Mandragola and went out to the meadow outside the tarai, putting his clothes over his head.
"You used to sell such small clothes."
Chante laughs fufufu at Taketo's words.
"I think it's a baby underwear. If I had chosen it, the store wife would have told me if I was happy...."
However, Chante blushed her face, so she was somehow embarrassed and wondered what to return, and the subtle air flowed. It's not just because you drank wine that your face felt hot.
Of course, I don't remember doing such an act, so I don't think it's a compliment or anything. No, I don't know about Chante. I sleep in the barn at night, so I don't know how Chante spends the night after that. What are you thinking, me? And my head feels so tense.
The strange atmosphere was ruthlessly broken by Clinston, who did not read the air. Looking at the remaining wine in Tarai.
"This remaining wine. I wonder if it can be used for something. I have a feeling that wine soaked in Mandragora could be used as medicine if it works."
What did I say? Taketo feels like a boat across the subject from Criston, then goes next to him and peeks into Tarai.
"Ah, ah. It seems like it has a nutritious drug effect."
"And the aphrodisiac effect. That might be more effective."
And when I accidentally started talking in a strange direction again, I said, "Ah, yeah...", Chante laughed.
"Brigitta. I thought I'd sell it to the nobles. I'm sure it will sell well. Come on, Mandragora. Want to go back to your room? You're reading another book, aren't you?
Chante told me that Mandragola bounced happily. And Chante.
Walk toward the building again, pulled by. As I followed them a little later, Taketo thought about it.
Mandragora is a monster with much more precious powers than before. Is it okay to stay isolated in such a remote place? Of course, I am not thinking of using something in a way that I do not want, and his presence is hidden from some but some of the people in the royal palace so that no one can abuse Mandragora's future predictions. But I was wondering if there was a better way to coexist than to confine myself if I didn't like it.
When I went back to my room and saw Mandragora heading to the book to bite again, there were two thoughts passing through the back of my tacket.
(Book... "Scream of Death"... I see... I see.)
Chante stood at the door of the room and shouted strangely at the tacket that was waiting for her.
"What's wrong?
"Uhh, yeah... no. Hey, I've got something I'd like to talk to Commissioner Valvara about. And to Director Samantha of the Royal Library."