"I'll be back by evening, then."
The next day, sisters Edel, wrapped in clothing that seemed easy to move and still appeared with her skinny sword lowered to her waist, took the braves when she finished breakfast.
The location of the monumental stone now seems to have to go beyond where the monsters roam, and the out-of-power me and Ish choose to wait properly with Aida. I'm used to leaving voicemails, even though I was confidently told that I couldn't leave one of my younger children behind, and I thought that I would improve the condition of the steep bedroom that I started to prepare in the near evening.
After a night when only a few people offered to help with breakfast, Edel was happy to accept it. In fact, I was confident that I was the first to come out and deepen my rapport. I asked lightly while helping to make breakfast such as today's appointment, so it should be allowed in the kitchen use, bedding care, etc. In addition, he also asked for permission to roam the castle with Aida, as well as to enter the library. When I finish my chores, I intend to use my knowledge to begin to find out how to get back to the ground, etc.
That's also because my childhood friend Ishruka, who is a favorite, showed her a no-touch attitude about her return. Is there something you want to do here or something? And I decided not to touch this one. In a way, it's like saying that Ish, who doesn't tell you anything, can go home no matter what if you do a little research.
Nevertheless, I really feel sorry for the brave man who was brought here because of his conspiracy to make me feel... < (_;) > harder inside. We'll do everything we can to find out how to get back! I also sharpen my sleep at night and all!! He's a temperamental Mr. Bell.
And after dropping off the brave men without a thing, I put my mind to chores, dried futons, lunch, and prepared dinner.
Look at her, her sister Aida with sleepy eyes. As I finished cleaning up my breakfast and ran patty down the hallway to dry the futons in each room, I sat back in a chair that looked straight at me. If a stranger suddenly works out of the house, do you have any trouble coping with it? And, after lunch, after a little free time, I thought, "Shall we do something to play? I asked him out." And by the time the three of us had tea with the treats that Ish had taken out around snack time, even if we called her Aida, she'd come back with a very normal reaction, and the atmosphere was like she'd missed me there.
In time, she showed a slightly sleepy gesture, so she decided to tell me about the library before going to full sleep. Once again, crossing a place full of majesty, like a throne room, and continuing along a corridor of beautifully decorated as ever, a dim vault may be erected with Don.
Before I go in, I'd say "hey here". The light sentiment is repainted by the amazement of opening the door and saying "are you serious..." I'm a little distracted by how much the hell I have to read.
From the thickness of the corridor windows to the visible walls, oh, it's a demonic space atmosphere, and predict storage in the dark depths and high skylights. I was distracted from consciousness again, but I asked the girl how many shelves she was allowed to view, just to read them in a targeted manner.
At the time of breakfast creation, Sister Edel said openly, "There's no such thing as a book you shouldn't read," but if she asked Aida about the meaning of double checking the person in charge, she was returned, "There's no such thing as a book you shouldn't read."
—— No, if I loaded it properly, I think I should play it. There's usually a book or something...
It's a good conscience to have here, and try not to touch the shelves of books that look like crap... and even if you read them by mistake, let's take the “secret” to the grave. Secretly harden your resolve.
In the meantime, I know where it is, and it's time for the braves to come home. Finally, Ish gently lifts Aida, who rubbed her eyes like she was sleeping, and we go back to our living room.
If she arrived in the living room, the girl stopped on the couch and fell asleep pulling a blanket hung on her back.
When I asked about the adjustment of the last bedroom and each room and looked at Ish, who had probably gone out to the garden to skip work instructions, I could not help but see the brave men.
"Whoa, welcome home"
And if you step aside and speak up for a moment.
"Ah."
I got a reply.
I thought I might be careless, but I was there when I rose.
Mr. Edel looked at Ada who slept, and, well, he looked. As soon as he disappears into the room, he returns to the living room and disappears into the kitchen to prepare dinner.
I went after her immediately, too, and I thought I was tired, so I prepared myself for this, etc., and I worked to make dinner while reporting. Because I didn't think there was any reason to shred their stockpiles because they were staying in the first place and there wouldn't be a lot of them, I asked Ish to provide me with an example food bag, but Aida looked full of curiosity knowing the type of seasoning in the bag.
So this is how it's used downstairs - or slightly more of the items I make to introduce you to a variety of things. In fact, it's been a long time since you've walked the distance and you're pretty tired... and you're happy that you have other chore hands or something.
I could have guessed that the results were not very fragrant with their air back home... but I tried to create a bright atmosphere at the table so as to get rid of it.
"I couldn't get a clue to go home"
And he was a brave man who spoke with a difficult face, but he didn't think it was so bad yet, like how serious it was.
Naturally, where will we look next? Such a topic rises, and the girl who woke up from her nap joins the table to suggest a place to explore that Mr. Edel is ahhhhhhh.
So where are we going to go tomorrow to the plateau and how many times I'm going to the temple, and I was wondering if it's time for us to talk to the atmosphere that Othi has on it? and look over the table.
"Um... I'll help you with a slight force too... or"
Tell you what, even though I was suddenly surprised by the amount of gaze gathered.
"I'm going to follow up on clues from the records in the library… so"
and.
It's been a long time since I've raised my right hand and tried taking an oath or something.
And after dinner, I took a bath in turn and gently headed to the library, dressed slightly warm and pulling my usual bag, feeling in the atmosphere how each of them would spend the brief time to bed as they wished.
It's perfect for my health, especially since I didn't travel long distances or exercise today. Two in the morning... no, about three o'clock would be handsome, I quoted a rough amount of time and proceeded to enjoy the beautiful evening castle with the moonlight plugged in.
In order to make an appeal, leave the door open, determine the position where you can peek through the hallway, and place the candlestick lit with Mr. Ignis' flame on a wide desk.
—— That Necromancer, on pro bono contract terms, hoped he could come over here whenever he wanted... well, he found out where he was or something via this candle, and now I'm gonna use him!
and roughened his nose, taking out a bunch of yellowish blank paper of less quality compared to the previous world and an ink pen that Ish asked me to make.
—— This one's ready, okay, and.
Then why don't we jump a little distracted but into the ocean where we don't know how many books there are?
Let's start with what rules are arranged, from.
There's no reason to ignore the genre because this is so splendid and bent in the King's Castle's vault.
I walked through a vast library of demonic spaces from end to end, so strongly convinced, that I even went to the tunnel to see if it was a landmark engraved on the bookcase, a fatigue on the back cover, or sometimes a letter that I could pull out and read.
If you've tried to write it down that way, well, I think you can guess it somehow.
Do you think that the first day only ends with the acquisition of location information in the library of such classification?
End or something...
Already.
The Elf-like castle of purple (Nebra) … it doesn't hold half the amount of books.
It's like a history book-like shelf or something, "How many are there!?" It's a lot. I tremendously respect that you value records...
There's... there's... there's... there's... there's... there's... there's...
Can I say a little crying or something...?