At the same time Ichinojo was deprived of his lips by Nite.

In the airship, Miri was feeling a change in signs.

And that was the same with Daijiro.

"Salamander is back and taken in by Phoenix - now more and more the power of the goddess Cetrus becomes mighty..."

That's what Daijiro said, opening the airship window. Differences in barometric pressure or intense air flow out. The hat she was wearing flew out of the room.

She couldn't beat it that way and pulled the trigger with the muzzle pointing out the window.

Flashing brilliance, shooting noise, but that's all. Her pistol usually only contains empty guns. I don't know why you're afraid of being robbed and attacked by a millimeter, or whether you're using it to warn me, or whether you're taking care not to accidentally erupt when idiots like Joffrey and Elise play with guns.

Maybe to play when I feel like I do right now.

"You look happy, Daijiro."

That's what Miri said and closed the window.

The wind was depressing.

Daijiro shook his head aloft to the side in Mili's words.

"No way - I'm sad because I no longer have the chance to use my secret weapon to defeat Salamander. Miri, what about you? You went out of your way to do me a favor and you went to the Principality of Nick Plan, and it all went to waste, too."

"It's not a waste. Because I warned you, I was able to deal with you."

That's what Miri said and turned that way.

It's troublesome to talk anymore, ignoring such a millimetre attitude, Daijiro asks with her eyes narrowed.

"... Miri thinks your brother defeated Salamander?

"I don't care what you think. You're on my own, right?

"Right. But I'm thinking maybe too. It's called making your own weird dimension, Milli. Who the hell is your brother?

"It has nothing to do with Ooiko, does it? You forgot? The only condition I follow is that I don't have a hand in it."

Miri stares.

The white bracelet that was sealing her magic made a jizzy noise and began to tremble in small pieces.

"Scary, scary, okay, I don't ask about your brother anymore"

Daijiro made his hands pat with such a bitter smile.

That face I could afford, Miri didn't care.

Maybe she's listening after she figured it all out, creating such an atmosphere.

So maybe you don't really know anything, so you're on hold.

"So, what the hell are you doing here?

"Well, to the stomach where Salamander was defeated, I came to unseal Norm and ask him if it was time for us to defeat him this time, but I thought I'd borrow a comic book because I wasn't in that mood anymore. In my case, the world is longer, but I think I'm Japanese when I read Japanese."

"Then there's the novel, too, right? Why don't you read this one? It's full of Japanese."

"Haha, I'll do it again"

That's what Daijiro says, and from the bookshelf in Mili's room, he looks at about three girls' comics.

It was all a comic strip of my brother Love stuff.

"I'm talking about a boy, and I hear that a boy with a real sister doesn't read many novels about his sister's adoration. She doesn't have wasted fantasies about her sister because she knows her real sister, but what about Miri?

"Didgelow doesn't have a brother?

"You weren't there. I have a brother, but he wants to be sweet, and I'm worried he's not crying because I'm gone."

"Don't worry. Because people in the other world are supposed to remember nothing about people who have been transferred from another world."

"Right. Oh, I'm so sad to be your sister."

Yes, and Daijiro pretended to cry deliberately, but Miri wouldn't say anything to her like that.

Because Miri also thought it was still sad that it was a tear up but the family didn't remember it.

"... If I had a brother, I'd be happy. Sometimes I get a little tired."

"Oh well."

Nimanima and laughing Daijiro upset, and Miri stuffed her mouth with French bread removed from the subspace.

Daijiro chopped French bread with pleasure and slapped a ton of shoulders with the rest of the bread.

"Bread, a treat. I'm gonna make some soup for the French bread this evening."

"Hmm - so, which area are you flying around right now?

"Oh, you didn't tell him."

Didgelow grinned and said, looking out for the French bread to Mike.

"Attention Prize. Good luck with your long journey, everyone. We will arrive at Mareigulli Airport thirty minutes after this. Local weather is cloudy and temperatures are twenty-eight degrees. Tighten your seat belt firmly when your seat belt is signed."

You don't have a seat belt in this room.

Miri's scratch was easily ignored and Daijiro left the room.

And the airship carrying them was to land another seven minutes later than thirty minutes later, in a square within the city of Maleigulli.