In order not to really want the Tsuru to meet his master, the brave man who started searching for “rare materials” named souvenirs to push the unpleasant events as far as possible to the later ones, goes with the ripe beauty today.
If you want rare items you should go to Dragon Mountain (Dracorm)! And the adventurers, who were seated in the city's cafeteria a a while ago, have spoken nasty, so relying on that word, the two began to head west.
This city along Sicilicana Road, the road that stretches west, says it's time to stop by for meals and lodging.
The boy had a bitter look under his hood when he originally came prepared for the number of people because it was a big city, but made it too much... Growing up in the North Forest, which people rarely visit, he is so bad at being a busy place that he doesn't know what to do when he puts many people in front of him.
Understand the signs, says the beautiful woman walking next door.
'Apparently, there's a festival tomorrow that I hope will be rich. That seems to get more people than usual. It's suspicious that you'll be able to take the inn this minute. I don't care if I'm out of town. "
"It is. Let's just grab dinner... and we'll go back outside if we don't have room available."
This gray-haired demon lady is well made of humans and doesn't hate camping so much for her clean appearance. That was unexpected for him because he heard that it was something he didn't like as much about no compartment or roof at breaks as a woman who was familiar.
Treat women carefully! and also because my master beat me into it more than I did at a young age, making me feel immaculate, like if El Fione said "I don't like it," I'd have to take the inn at all costs. Her kindness, not to come there and say no, had given him a certain sense of security and a certain ease together.
I still can't accept the weight of the "companion" word, but he himself seems to be beginning to realize that something like emotion is starting to wake up to her who still labors him like that and shows him the kindness to envelop him.
"What do you want?
El Fione laughs softly at the boy who spoke at all times.
Unless you're also an intermediate child, the demonic species can live for quite some time, as long as you have the magic to drift into the atmosphere. That's not why people can't eat the meal they prefer, but being like her doesn't require something called eating unless you use so much power.
I've talked about that, but Phil couldn't really understand it, was it just another habit? Always ask her when she eats or has a small stomach, "Do you want something to eat or something?" He asks.
That's because I feel like I exist properly in his consciousness... that way. She always laughs when she can't wait to be happy about it.
"I think I'd like to try some specialty dishes."
"Uh, sure. I've never seen this city before, and I'd love to eat it if I had a specialty."
'Hmm. If it's a specialty, it's probably in every store. I don't care about trivial taste differences. It doesn't have to be the best store. "
"Neither do I. So, I just caught your eye, and if you're about to let me in, can I come in?
Um, the demon snorted and muttered to himself, "Oh, my daughter then... it's been a long time".
A boy who notices it asks without any concern.
"Did I say something?
"Ah. That's when my fragile daughter..."
On the shoulder of the brave man who stopped his feet, a pong and a light shock ride.
For some reason then he remembered the feeling of cold air running on his back.
"Long time no see, Mr. Feel."
That's what he said and slapped on his shoulder was a mediocre brown daughter who acted together in a ruin-based dungeon in the Kunikuniku.
The boy, whose words were overwhelmed by the sudden, inadvertently froze his movements when he looked back.
"It's been a while, Mr. El Fione. All of a sudden, I'm sorry, but I'll give you my apology first."
At the same time as I finish, I can make my right palm grip something hard.
"Ah... hey, eh...?
In an atmosphere where the rot doesn't turn well, and his gaze is for confirmation, I hope he fell on his right hand.
The brown daughter created a gap in her “brave” existence and acted unexpectedly.
——— Forgive me! It's Phil!!
I hear such deafening screams.
"Please think of it as helping people."
And give me a superb smile.
The next moment.
Basseroo!!!
and.
This moment.
The moment the boy was taken away with a black hood worn deep in his eyes.
The released white group of yarns, slightly unhealthy ivory (ivory) skin tone and a sweet, young beautiful boy (shota) face that tickles the maiden mind are thrown down Central Street.
It was a terrible momentum that exploded the passion of the maiden on the road.
"Huh?? hey!?... wait yea!!!!"
After a delay in grasping the situation due to the confusion, he waits in a quick attack like cutting a weir, but without being caught in the eyes of the brave man, the brown daughter had already left there.
The effect of the protection of the goddess of love or the glamour of the maidens in fascination stains in a nasty direction.
If this was coming a little closer, or gradually getting used to it from around the diminished signs of a place away from the center. Probably wouldn't have been an anomaly so far.
Seeing people suddenly under ALL influence from NOTHING, a girl with aqua blue hair who was next to him accidentally activated without waiting (weight) for what was known as extensive magic of state recovery.
"Wake up! ---Get real----"
Gosh! and the sacred signs rise above the girl's feet, becoming an unseemly breeze and rushing through the area.
In front of the sight of the mighty feverish maidens eyes regaining their calm colors, the demon lady, as well as the boy brave, gazes down at the young girl in aqua blue in surprise.
Only as tall as his hips, she was called a wing species with a pair of wings on her back. It is rare for their species to see the kingdom of God (Dedudria) as the land of life and rarely leave it there, in the eyes of something not as dragon men.
The girl, who felt it for both of them and looked up unexpectedly, turned a cold glance at them and turned away uninterested.
Seeing the back of a toddler girl who turned her heels back to leave the field, the words leak unexpectedly from the brave man's mouth.
"... six wings...?
Did you hear his line squeezed out, Hatha and the girl who stopped walking quickly change her body direction and stand in front of the brave man in inch steps.
"... Huh! That Holy Eye!!
Make your open eyes even bigger and shake the same watery light as your hair color.
As I hugged him on his hips, I wept and whispered forcefully.
"You're a Siggles!? Been... Been waiting for you...! I've waited 700 years!! Oh... I missed you so much!! You won't leave me this time...?