"I'm sorry. Can you lend me the spark?
"Oh, yes. Go ahead. Do you know how to attach...?
"Oh." What a rare thing to have a “ignition man."
"Yeah well. I wasn't sure which one to buy, but I have memories of my hometown..."
When I called from behind and looked back to give him the spark goods, my voice quickly disappeared as I was gnawed at by the milky brown (milk tea) Mitsujin, whose face was shaped well. Refreshing his mind. When he gave him the product named "Ignition Man," the person rolled it in his hands looking intrigued.
No, not at all.
I recall once again that this is a distant memory and an extra distant world.
Large layered man with scorched caramel placed on shiny milk tee. I smell the same vector as the brave man, but I'm impressed with how the color scheme looks different.
*. * It's no longer a rear light area. *. *
I wonder what's going on with the aesthetics of this world.
A very normal 18-year-old named Berlina Lacotte.
Uh...
As you may already know, I'm a very normal woman who looks mediocre, personality even normal...
Actually, I'm a reincarnator from different worlds. Memories are also carried over intact.