For that reason, the next day more.
They gathered in front of me waiting for me to leave by the gate from a little early, then there was a rare but calm air to leave, with the brave and Ashley in the lead. They left town.
After Arcia, awkward I was twice as distant as usual, and Mr. Rice and Mr. Reps looked at me strangely where I was acting discreetly, obscuring and mismocking each time. I would have easily found out something had happened, but they are still pretending to be unaware of me in an adult response. I really appreciate the area where you don't add anything extra there or tea.
I looked out for two of those attitudes, and Sorol and Shush didn't particularly touch me either - well, maybe I'm just talking about not normally interested - but the boys and girls who attended the party abruptly probably care about this one.
You're obviously totally through, and you rather care about this one. Aura, full open, Arshley. With you, that? Do you know...? That? Any greetings...? Don't you have to...? Nah, Mr. Lepus' grandson shows how "chira" people are doing in full virtue.
Well, in the end, I can't completely ignore this one or anything, and you say you can see the goodness of the unsweetened... Follow them and follow them to the desired dungeon as they continue to care about this one.
and.
I get a little worried about those two "minds," and they ask me to come "hey" to a party to take a break. Only Mr. Rice, to be precise, had invited him, but Mr. Repus had also urged him with a calm gaze and hesitated to refuse, albeit somehow.
I have no choice but to look out for the brave man who stays a little further away from me and shows his indifference, is he okay...? and approached softly.
"Can I help you?
and hid his body in the nearest tree, peeking into his face and asking.
She says, "Lord Berlina."
And Mr. Reps introduces me to his grandson, who sat right next to him.
I panicked at it and said, "It's Berlina Lacotte. Nice to meet you," he said, lowering his head, giving me a crack at his shorter black quail ear.
"... it's Ur Laghi"
and the boy bowed his head with a peppery background sound.
Moment, this kid is adorable!! and my head soared, but the thread of reason was reinforced by a cold gaze from another place, settling before a statement was made that was likely to draw.
Uluragi-kun, with his face back, had deep blue eyes in his salacious dark hair, and looked up at this one, and the moment he stopped moving, a very pure atmosphere drifted there quite a bit. Your face is gentle, the more you keep your mouth shut or the more you look like a girl. Mr. Reps' old shadow overlapped his appearance like that, and I see, was it such a delicious ingredient if you were Mr. Reps! It's a delicacy! and feelings agitate.
When my mouth slipped when I accidentally said, "You're cute, too," Mr. Lepus told me that the beast of the rabbit and the black hair are very rare, and that they are loved by the goddess of the moon. They are usually born with the "blessing of the moon”.
Isn't God's blessing so rare! I tried to tell him another word of surprise, and Grandpa gave him a white rabbit ear and said, "The whole clan was happy when this child was born," and he looked very happy. That was a grand celebration, wielding the power of the chief of the clan, and Mr. Reps said he got the right to name. He is therefore a particularly thoughtful child among his few grandchildren. After Mr. Reps, the wizard's qualities and magic make him feel more intimate… so much so that he can brag about his grandchildren.
Well, actually, before that, eh...? Power...?? Shake...????? The question came to mind unexpectedly, but I waved my fist and said, "It's a certain Bye!" And the way you scream —— although you may not be screaming —— it felt so cute that I stopped putting in the scratch.
Take a breath here, separate the conversation.
"Look, say hello to Arsh, too"
And I hear Mr. Rice urging me to calm down.
What, can you introduce me? (... *)) and turn around with pleasure.
Turn the wind off and turn away so much that it sounds fussy, Ashley is there.
--Ah. I knew you hated me...
When I asked about this face, which was just so disappointing, Mr. Rice looked sorry with his gaze, so I thumbed up and told him that no, it would be all right as much as this (>_...).
"No need to thank such a suspicious person."
And, kicked and stared again fuzzy.
Mr. Rice also looked sorry again for not being "snuggly," so, hey, this is the one who's definitely suspicious... and gave it back with a half laugh.
Now that the place is subtle air, I'm going to get rid of it, and I'm going to say, "Which dungeon are you going to?," I ask in a direct ball.
and.
"It's Sir Reed Louven's mansion. Is the English Spirit Hall more famous?
Mr. Rice will tell you.
"Ragi, your magic test and Ashley's training are the purpose. Think of it on both levels, it's just right around here."
"Heh ~. Really?"
"Oh, yes, Lord Bell. The English Spirit Hall is home to many of Lord Bell's bad undead monsters. Is everything all right?
It's not that level of a dungeon, and it's not a job, so why don't you come in with me if it's okay?
To a line that included such signs, I waved my boom and said, "That's outrageous!" and shy away.
No matter how brave you are without me, that's just scary afterwards. I haven't wiped away the awkwardness, and the degree of mental fatigue such as being nearby in this condition sucks.
"You don't have to worry so much about it..."
Mr. Rice spilled the potpourri with his translated face, but I didn't think it was going to be all right if I didn't care, and I was frightened when I remembered my experience in Arcia.
Hard expression.
I've never seen a face before.
I wonder if this is the rejection of the air, which usually seemed very thick with nagging walls.
Scenes where the brave men used somewhat strong words to show rejection to adventurers who have persevered in putting me in the party, even if they refused… I should have seen them quite a few times.
In detail, actually, or is it just a little different... the same kind of hard to accept air... Rather, I thought that was the true rejection, and I thought I had to chase more carefully than touch the swelling.
--... because I still like it.
Even if the brave man was starting to think seriously about me.
If that's what you think, you can also steal a look at him resting away from us, still laughing vaguely, and I say a few goodbyes to the four of you when it's time to go back to your usual place.
Then, after the party after the break, he went to the Hall of the English Spirit.