With very thin people's streets, we went down an alley like a way out, and we relaxed and stretched out our legs to the temple at the edge of the Fourth District, enjoying the landscape.
I was honestly surprised to say that there was such a quiet place in the water capital that surrounded about two-thirds of the territory by the sea and kept the waterways alive.
The stuffy little hills are stroked by the sea breeze rising from the beach below, and the thin young grass gently sways loosely. I mean, there's no shield for the height, and you can't see the city landscape in that sense, but this is, well, a view that seems beautiful for this.
Eventually, the private houses are constant, and still as we go through the narrow passages, we see a tight temple at the end of our gaze. The small temple stacked with white stones is of unparalleled qualities compared to the temple system of the dungeon, but it makes you think that its clean and tidy appearance is taken care of.
Inside, there was a bench, but the brave man said, "Because it seems that worshippers come every now and then." As originally planned, we crossed the hilltop building and somewhat lowered our hips around the slightly descending slope on the other side.
If you fasten the four corners of the spread seat and sit in a position overlooking the sea, the brave man took the food out of the bag for takeaway.
The egg sandwich I prefer was sandwiched in fluffy bread, and the recommended sandwich by the brave man's choice was apparently fried fish. The vegetables and sauce are visible between them and the overall colour is good, and the appetite springs naturally.
Then he receives the beverage served and puts it aside, and the brave man puts it at his disposal in the same way.
Lagoon drinks, so to speak, are the one called milk in the previous world, and bread + milk choice brave people look like healthy children somewhere. That's not true. He was a son of the world before, too, and he was a milky kid in bread... Apparently I have an unbroken edge on the bread + milk type, and I grinned bitterly in an invisible place.
"I'll have it."
And when I said small and started eating that, the neighbor also started eating.
It was often a silent meal, but not so awkward, and with such a flow we ended our lunch time.
"It calms me down with idleness."
And, if you squirmed while drinking tea after meals.
"Once upon a time, when my adoptive father and I came here, we found it."
And. In a tone of nostalgia, the brave man connects the conversation.
"Oh, have you been here before?"
And if I returned it with a little surprise, there was a saying, "About twice here..."
—— What... If you're a brave man, you were actually familiar with this city...
and. A little dented for some reason.
Then you don't have to be so desperate to look for a date course, maybe it was a good thing...
They did it... cut the grass under my feet a thousand times while I was comfortable.
"The..."
Turning to the unsure voice that said, what is it? If you inquired.
"You wouldn't like a place like this?
And there is a serious question for him.
No, no, you like it a lot, don't you? That would be a welcome place to settle down already for your mental age or something! --- If you can't actually say this far, but talk about the first half well. "Well..." said the brave man of the wind stroking down his chest.
You see, I was on an island at the end, somewhere similar.
That's why it's a perfect choice! Be confident!! and in the heart.
But I knew I was embarrassed and if I was in the same lunch mat, I wouldn't be like a couple!!? And. As soon as I realized, there was me, a little man, who would cut a thousand pieces of petite grass.
There.
"... I've been wondering, how can you cut a thousand grasses?
Hey, on the day the direct ball flew in.
"Damn, that's decided because you're embarrassed...!
And. This is why I have to return it in a straight ball while the tears are burning.
"If someone you like is next door, women are embarrassed. I don't know how I'm going to have it."
And, you know, say it in high spirits.
The brave man who heard it returned it with an agitated voice, "... is that so?" and put in a strange following, "Because it was the first time I had been reacted to like that..."
--What? Have you ever only received a confident approach, brave man!?
That kind of weird momentum makes it through somehow.
—— Damn, that's me, too, you could go more bumpy if you were confident...!
Unfortunately, do you say… to this extent?
It's only possible enough to mozzle on the side. Excuse me.
I'm just desperate not to be hated at best or anything.
So you end up going around empty or something, you know.
and.
If you were conscious of your hand cutting a thousand grasses that somehow stopped and cried inside.
After the whisper "the..." which you are no longer familiar with.
"Honestly, I've never done anything like this before..."
to that person who is likely to start making just a confession.
"That's silly."
and stuck in with vegetables I'm not bad at all. Should be.
It's a lie ~... and when I think in a dry voice, like a little mucky, the brave man says, "It's true". Well, if serious people say it, maybe it's true, but something, if you keep thinking it's not atmospherically possible...
You made it clear that the woman had no connection, as if she had heard such a voice.
"What about Master Aeria!? What about Master Leelu? Even Master Hilde won't make me say I forgot. Yikes!!
They are all pretty famous female adventurers names, strong, beautiful, noble, lovely women with all their elements. Among the many women I've seen in three years of pursuit, these three are distinct, and I have absolutely no personality problems —— rather, I mean what they shouldn't have...? -- people I remember.
If you were strong enough, surely everyone, was confident enough...? That's the thing, but wouldn't it suit a serious boy who has a modest claim and is clean and white the other way around? said.
—— No, to be honest, though there is also my subjectivity that I thought they would have no choice...
But isn't that important?? same-sex preferences are probably the most powerful species.
And let me say it with disgust.
Then is he out of his mind? Just whisper your eyebrows.
"Why is that name there?"
and slightly hardened the air.
I'm a little cautious, and I was like, "Ugh."
"She's the woman I've been watching."
And. If you gave it back to me foolishly and honestly.
Ha, and he sighs.
"A mistake. Really. I had no connection with anyone."
And he put his arm on his raised knee and squealed with his head pinched so that it could drip with its arms.
"In the first place..."
So I lay between them, trying to stiffen my feelings, and I can still cut the front and say it like...
"I am willing to enter into a political marriage with someone my adoptive mother has decided to marry"
and.
In his mind he was accidentally stunned on this occasion… knowing his thoughts.
"Is that it? But wasn't the house of the brave, the marriage decided to look for itself?
and.
Well, my mouth slipped in a lot of smashing.
Surprised by this line, an unexpectedly handsome face, for keeping an eye on the extreme.
--Ah. Me, you made a mistake. A lot, you made a mistake.
It gave me such a strong sense of certainty.