I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

"Ah," the girl muttered as she put her hands on the window frame and looked up at the clear sky stained with evening colors.

I flip my body around like I suddenly remembered it, and I go in front of a “toy box” cleaned up in the corner of the room with a quick foot that sounds like the effect of toto… looks good on me.

Find a girl who doesn't even show a distressing bare gesture and pulls a stick out of it.

"Aida, it's night."

Her sister, who tied her smiley hair in one, hung her voice as she pointed out the window.

That line says, "It's already night, so the play's over. It's a hassle to clean up after you've scattered it," and Aida, who hears it, smiles at her face where she can't see it, but looks up at her sister and says back without showing any remnants.

"We're going fishing at night. Tomorrow morning, I want to eat something weird."

I mean, this is for my own food procurement, not for play.

Her sister had a headache... in the appearance of her own sister, who spoke with a pole raised in dignity. but did you like the sound of baked fish for breakfast, the words back were unusual but generous.

"He's got a lot of urchins. Please. And if anything happens, you stay where you can see it."

In the dark, the fishing area (the point) puts instructions on the garden tip, puts the change of clothes and the towel on the spot, and disappears with the leg that was about to go to the bathroom towards the kitchen.

I wonder if that worker will even start preparing for the bottom treatment, even though he hasn't even fished yet.

With her sleepy eyes further narrowed, Aida leaves the room with a shuddering face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."

I dropped my gaze on the tall blue grass that made up a crisp sound every time I advanced my leg, and the fuzzy girl looked up at the night sky.

A glimmer of wind that rises from underfoot in the enclosed space.

He leaves like a smeared twin tail. We look at it and then turn our eyes to our own residence.

Very few rooms are used for living.

It was originally a castle too big for just the two of us to live in.

That's what I thought, and I turn back to Hui and his body.

When it's time to wave the pole and sound to change the mood, the fisherman's soul excites.

Sharply glow your sleepy eyes and rely on the light that reaches you through the window a little further away to spot dizzying points. Set your aim on one of the cut rocks, and go towards it with the intention of, okay, looking for a scaffold that won't slip.

If proper magic is injected into the tip of the lightly gripped rod, the conversion from the toy rod to the famous rod BR-5 (Bear Five) is complete. Having the last number of Bamboo-Rod that only six of them exist in the world. That would be the skinniest thing in the series, I'm asking my late grandmother now. Since I have been a partner for many years, my attachment is great, but when I see the firmness of the handles and the lack of femininity, I fall back in love with them every time I use them.

When she undone her face that the pinned look was too riddled and accidentally taken…, Aida quietly drooled the thread spinning with magic into the silent sky. The fishing needle attached to the end of that thread is equally made of magic, which in itself feeds on it.

Thus, in the sea of sinister evenings, the voice of a little sounding girl.

"Come on."

Probably not even noticing herself, but when power dwells in words, her eyes turn to vain.

"I was born, Mr. Odd. from the bottom of its deep, deep, hole, towards a vast sky"

The white, shining fishing line is falling without the tranquillity before the storm or shaking into the totally cloudy night sky.

Near the ground, the flying wind sperm gathers at one point and descends into the hole.

Eventually there was a thin wind line that began to climb towards the moon, and a slightly larger chunk of wind hit the rod tip that Aida gripped.

Put that on the signal. The girl puts her other hand on the pole and brings her hips slightly lower.

I felt signs of an explosion a long way down that made me feel like a demon and sanctimonious...

——— Coming, he said.

The moment she firmly re-grips the pole, GOOOOOOOOO!! A blast rises toward heaven, and the colorful fish swimming around the light in the middle (or less) of it.

The thread of magic is kicked, sagged, and flushed by the wind. It was buried in a group of fish swimming away for a while, but was accidentally led by a rod pulled by the girl, and stretched upwards it pinned.

"It took..."

Whimpering No, an empty fish body dragged out of the herd dances ahead of Aida's gaze, who pulled a pole in a big hip-movement. The empty colour pulled out of the stream twisted itself to return to the herd and pulled the twisted thread as far as the force could.

The thin rod grows along with it.

"I won't let you get away with it"

He opens his sleepy eyes cuttingly, and the girl pulls a full rod. but that was also a few moments ago.

Having checked the equilibrium of each other's forces in the meantime, Aida inadvertently loosens the tensioned thread at the next moment.

And as I aimed, the fish body struck an unbalanced gap, pulling the gripping rod out of my mind.

White thread playing in the night sky.

Unexpectedly drawn by an unexpected loss of power, the empty colour takes an unexpected blow there once again. The yarn deflected, and the fish approached, and Ada slammed the empty body to the ground with a pole.

At that moment, the trick, and a hair decoration touched her right hand in a corner of her consciousness, the girl handily attracted the weakened fish of the pull. As he descends from the rocks and drags them to the ground, he hits the head of the fish with a large stone that was nearby. The empty empty fish, which apparently had a little consciousness flying, now completely stopped moving.

After a sigh of relief, immersed in the feeling of finishing the big job, the girl had witnessed the size of the fish caught and checked her urchin condition, but showed a superb smile on its face as if it had been satisfactory.

My sister tried to drag the fish body back to the room in a whim that she would be happy with this, and realized that there was nothing in her left hair that she touched with habit that was supposed to be.

"Ah..."

Speaking of which, he said he remembers his right hand hitting him there the moment he pulled the pole.

Put the rod down and look for the rock, but unfortunately it didn't fall close.

There's a good chance it's gone down.

Even though it was my favorite, and I looked down on the ground for a while with a faint face, I think and tell the world.

"Whoever picked it up, come and deliver it to me. Because I'm waiting..."

I'm sure of it---.

Addaruna whispered with her vain eyes, softening her twin tails.