I'm in the garden forest now.
And he was looking at a tree with yellow fruits, which grew bright by the pond.
Even though the height is only as high as on my hips, a few fruits are so large that they are disproportionate.
"You're early."
In just a few days, it is turning from seed to tree to fruit.
As usual, I can't forbid surprises.
"Then we'll reap it."
I take the fruit and twist it.
The size is about grapefruit and the aroma is slightly different.
Quickly, I got my thumb up to peel.
"... stiff"
I also give up weakly, take the knife from the kitchen and go back.
And shallow and cut into the cross.
Peel the thicker skin into four pieces than expected and remove the contents. also divide the room wrapped in mundane white muscle into several pieces, and further peel.
And then, on the peeled pulp, I crushed it.
"Is this Vintage Probably?
I had it planted hoping for grapefruit, but what turned out to be something similar to Vintage.
But there's no problem at all.
Because it's expensive, I don't have much chance of eating it, but in freshness, the Vintage Probably is better.
Though there is a difficulty with thick skins and lots of seeds, I honestly prefer this one.
"It's good, Imosque. As always, don't go above and beyond my expectations."
It's a really good job, such as being reduced to raw foodable acidity at the moment.
Praising Imosuke greatly, I am thoroughly delighted.
"So are you. Dangolow."
I felt signs that I was going to want praise, so I praise Dangolow as well.
I can only remember digging holes and covering the soil, but I'm sure he was helping me take care of it or something.
Dangolow looks happy too.
Sitting by the pond and enjoying the refreshing sweetness, Imosuke gets excited.
"Nice, eat"
Because I want to try the skin, I will give you a piece of the skin divided into four parts.
Imoske twisted a little from the edge and showed satisfaction.
It's unusual, even though I usually only try to eat herbal tree leaves. That's all this plant is, I guess, valuable.
It also seems to have taken a lot of effort to produce this species.
"You want some too?
Dangolo also wants a taste.
He likewise ate a little and seemed satisfied.
"Well, you guys later"
Something is different.
Heavy Lancers.
Usually they don't care about me, they eat grass, run, and bathe in the water.
That's what's gathering in front of me right now, trying not to move.
"Here."
Move the skin of the Brundan "Probably" in your hand to the right.
Then the heads of the heavily riding Heavy Lancers also turned to the right.
Same even if you move it to the left.
The heads of the heavy horse "Heavy Lancers" also draw circles when the skin of the Bundan "Probably" is drawn in circles in the air.
"Do horses eat citrus fruit?"
I don't know.
Let's do it at our own risk.
Trying to put him in front of the herd, he reaches out with a skin.
"Whoa?"
The space around the hand sways and the skin shrinks greatly. Specifically, about a tenth, it became like a golden citrus.
"What is this?
Turn to Imosuke, but he doesn't seem to care at all.
Then I turn to Dangolow, but this is the same. Heavy Lancer looks a little surprised.
Ask Imoske for an explanation, but he doesn't get the guidelines. I don't understand.
I try so hard, I gesture the words side by side, but I had no idea.
"I see. That's Immosque."
I snort heavily.
Of course, I don't know anything. If I didn't say so, the explanation was going to last forever.
Heavy Lancer, a heavy horseback rider, appeared in the garden forest when he became smaller. Even if the Vintage Probably got the same small in my hand, it's surprising, but not surprising.
"Here."
Restore your mind, land your skin in front of the heavily riding Heavy Lancers, and let go of your hands.
Even if it gets smaller, it's about the height of the heavy horse riding Heavy Lancer.
Several heavy horseback riders, the Heavy Lancers, tried to eat to the skin in an disorderly fashion, and a drink came in because they seemed to be the bosses of the herd.
He's a little big, different colored guy.
"Heh."
Interesting view of what will happen.
The boss quietly moved forward and started eating moss and skin.
I lift my head and look back where I ate to some extent. And nod.
As a signal, the heavy horseback "Heavy Lancers" hit the skin simultaneously.
"Don't you guys get mixed up?"
Behind you, there are several heavy horseback riding "Heavy Lancers" for children. I was born at some point.
Because of their small bodies, they can't seem to participate in this dispute.
I see three skins left.
"If you give it directly, it's going to affect the order of the flock."
At first I tried to put it in front of the kid, but I stopped.
This would be a good time to get the boss to do his job.
"You're the one who's gonna cut it off."
Place the rest of the skin in front of the boss, side by side. Just like earlier, shrink to a tenth.
After chasing that skin with his eyes, the boss looked up at me.
"Hmm?"
Something just felt recognized as being up there for the first time.
The Heavy Lancers pay their respects to me, but they're not supposed to obey me. I think that's what I was looking at.
That's who I think I should be listening to right now.
"I knew it was the Lord who fed me."
That's what I said to myself as I watched the skins go over to the kids too.
So I look at the clock in the room and I notice.
"Is it this time already? We have to get ready."
I stopped and stood up for a sight of the heavily riding "Heavy Lancer" dining landscape.
Then, I change from indoor to outdoor.
I'm going out with Mr. Cool today.
"Kita."
Imosuke tells me.
Looking down the street through the window, Mr. Cool just stepped out of the golem carriage.
You notice me, you bow your head.
"Okay, I'm gonna go out for a second"
I went down the stairs, taking the family members off.
Upon joining Mr. Cool, he boarded the Golem carriage and sent him to the mall.
The destination is a bookkeeper.
"If you look at it, you'll see."
"Probably."
To my inquiry, Mr. Cool nods.
The topic is, of course, the first thing.
My old man's network, which Mr. Cool doesn't have, grabbed the information that "the renter's grandfather is suspicious".
"She's not interested in real women because she fell in love with a woman in a story or something"
In my ear, I hear a gobbling throat.
"... I look forward to it"
In Mr. Cool's eyes, there is a suspicious light. Exactly demonic.
Soon I arrive in front of the bookstore and I take Mr. Cool into the store.
It's just an outfit to call a customer.
(What do you say?
(Definitely. This is, quite)
Mr. Cool has begun to be suspicious of behavior, so he appropriately borrows the book and goes outside.
"You've made up your mind. The decision is tonight."
I was a little upset.
Now I can finish my homework for Mr. Cool.
But I thought you'd be happy, Mr. Cool is worried.
"Will the first time be lost by night?"
"... I think you'll be fine"
I feel people's business.
As soon as I found it, I was in a hurry to lose it.
I push Mr. Cool into the golem carriage and he stays alone. And to get ready, we started acting.
The sun falls, the moon rises, and the stars flash in the dark blue sky.
Time flies, time has already passed by half the night.
There are no lights in store and residential bookstores.
Me and Mr. Cool broke into the backyard and we're in front of each other.
Most of all, I wore a golden mask. From now on, I am Doctor Slime, the leader of the Dying Regiment.
"It's the key to the game."
Throw the key out to Mr. Cool.
Mr. Cool's outfit is also different than usual.
Today, I imitate the dressing of a woman who only exists in the story, the thinker of a bookseller's grandfather.
The hair was also down and braided.
"How can you do this?"
Keys in your hands, questions in your mouth.
"Money and credit."
I used the social credibility of a pilot and explained to my neighbor, "I want to make a surprise gift to my grandfather in the bookstore."
At the same time, they are sprinkling less gold.
The unaccompanied bookkeeper's grandfather kept the key in the neighborhood for when something happened.
I borrowed it tonight.
"Thank you for your gift."
"I don't mind."
You don't have to save anyway.
If you have a use, you should use it. If that's for distribution, all the more so.
Mr. Cool, bow his head deeply.
And I changed the vibe a little bit. Is it also something that caught my mind?
I can't imagine the first food (unicorn) coming this far and pulling back.
"What's up?
Mr. Cool looks at his outfit as one, and takes his long braided hair and exhales small.
And I started talking.
"The woman in the story. I hear that for more than fifty years after I met that person, I was distracted from my thoughts. May I destroy it?
I think a little about that word.
On a young day, I may have found the ideal woman in the book and kept thinking about it.
Or maybe he had a terrible broken heart and escaped from reality.
If so, it is possible that the woman came to protect the softest part of the heart of the renter's grandfather.
(... what are you thinking? Me)
There is a laugh of self-derision in my mouth.
The renter's grandfather is our prey. What do you do with your thoughts in the background?
In the first place, I'm not sure about the credibility of the story. There are other things to be concerned about.
I set my sights on Mr. Cool, who cosplay.
(Hmm)
Cosplay to the ideal woman. It is the sword of the blades.
At the same time, it possesses a killing power that punches the heart, while exposing the opponent to the danger that it may cause him to rage.
Because if the quality of the cosplay woman was low or out of line with the image, it could be taken as an 'insult to the ideal woman'.
(No problem)
As far as quality is concerned, Mr. Cool is definitely a first-class product.
In terms of direction, the woman in the story, like Mr. Cool, had the beauty of an adult woman.
Not extremely breastless or young.
I nod and tell Mr. Cool to turn his mask.
"What now?" Our death squad is a secret society of evil. "
And I went on with the words.
"No need for mercy or anything. Beat it with physics, such as your thoughts on the phantom you!
She snorts after staring back at me often.
Mr. Cool then turns into a first meal (unicorn). The appearance remained the same, but the change in atmosphere showed that.
"There is always one question you ask." Are you the first? "'Only. Didn't I?"
The first food (unicorn) laughs at me.
It was already a Phantom in a man's skin.
"Ravage it!
"Yikes!"
With the life of Doctor Slime, the leader of the Dying Regiment, First Food (Unicorn) breaks into the homes of innocent citizens.
Leaving for a little while, I hear butterflies and noises coming from the back of the building.
Soon it became quiet, and eventually it turned into a constant rhythm.
Looking up at the sky, there is a spilling starry sky.
My eyes get used to it as I stare, and the number of stars increases and goes. I was surrounded by that feeling, like my heart was sucked in.
(Hmm? That one)
The shooting star falls off the edge of his sight.
I couldn't help but look like a bookkeeper's grandfather.