"At first, it was chorus tenor."
"What... were you aware of that?
"I've had a couple of similar daughters before."
and.
So if I could just pretend to be unfamiliar and shake it off, I simply thought so at the time and went into action.
"By the time two or three months pass, everyone will have given up and disappeared. Six months went by, and a year went by, and I was still surprised by the look of Bell following me, to be honest, back then. By the time we had a year and a half, we were now on the opposite track, so we couldn't even inadvertently leave them on the field. Not since Beryl joined the party... but even more so."
... Yep, yes. I remember you well.
But... ha, I see, right? I knew you cared. Was that for Shush and for me... Can I try to float? Or still at that point I thought “brave men and only town daughters”.
Suspending my appearance of silence thinking so, Mr. Chris exhaled casually, fu.
"In the woods of fainting..."
Put down a beat.
"We kissed, we got a relationship"
"Heh!?
"Oh, no... that, I mean. No particular profound meaning…"
We got more opportunities to talk to each other, that's the relationship. And he's a little rushed to recruit.
"Until then, if you ever had a chance to talk to me from now on, stop being such a barren time… that's all the more reason to know how intelligent Bell is. Even I can understand that my abilities are valuable. So... yes... I told the Academy that I should go to Clairette. I've been thinking."
and.
"Something about such a depressed, unspecified man... I seriously thought Bell had no heart. If this were my first love, for example, I would wake up one day. So until I wake up, I wonder if I should wait... There was also the opening of the age, so this is also exaggerated. If you want to get your hands on the play, it can be as if you were a criminal, like you felt when you were Beryl."
Ah... Dear brave man, did you know... (…);
For a moment, I feel heartfelt pity.
"Yet. Unexpectedly, in the temple of time, a pity, I thought. As long as Bell was gone from this world, I wish I had captured him no matter what. I don't know why I didn't catch you... wild and regrettable, and I was going to figure it out. I should have understood better when Bell gave me four leaves on that hill in Krawa."
If this girl could love... maybe she could, etc., it wasn't if she thinks ---.
Mr. Chris squeezes out what was going on at the time in a worrisome manner, and once, he gazes at it and stops for a while. And colorless eyes, like, "Finally caught…". And then he buries his irretrievable face gently on me, and next thing I know, he tightens it tight with Gyu so he can scratch and hold his whole body.
—— Damn, I'm sure I don't have that much value or anything... ugh!! Really, um, it's a chest!? There's a face on my chest!! It's embarrassing...! I'm ashamed... Huh! Accept what?!? Who's the woman?! Yes!
To the serial Mr. Chris, I'm really sorry.
I held the head of a handsome man attacking the valley of my chest while being quite insightfully "Yikes!! (* no △ no)".
—— So, it's okay! Because if you are Mr. Chris, you can stand whatever you are done!! But already, Mr. Chris like that, you just have to shut up! Should I have captured you, or is it the whole thing?!? No more embarrassing monologues!! So don't be worth that much!!
While my heart is like that, oh, no... oh, love... maybe I can love you, like you said...? Twist, time difference! Time difference attack!! Gah!! I knew it was embarrassing. No!!! and.
Appearance, calm.
Contents, rampage.
My gap worsens so much that there won't be any more.
Still, Mr. Chris of the day kept talking about cutting the weir.
"I wish I hadn't gone, such as putting it in Resertia," he said. It's just all that crap, why didn't you cut me off "
It was raining that day, and if the weather was like this, Bell went down to the inn early. I've been thinking like an idiot that maybe I've caught a cold and I can't get out for days. After a week, I finally realized there was no sign of Bell, and no way I got into a case...? And now that I think about it, I wasted my time listening and crushing precious time. Hang on to the guild leader and ask him to explore the entire continent… I was wondering if he was dying somewhere he didn't know there was one more thing missing from waiting for nearly a week….
"It wasn't until two weeks later that I thought about what would narrow my horizons so far. On second thought, the same rash stayed in the square for days. I should have called them sooner. What's more, he must have felt intense demonic pressure that day in the city in front of Lisertia. I don't know why you couldn't connect Bell's disappearance with it."
A researcher man said he was measuring residual magic concentrations in the square. Something happened here that day. It consumes a lot of magic, something, a mighty exercise of magic. Yet I can't get a clue. This is like a “challenge”. Something happened here that day, to let someone know about it, I thought it was fabric.
"I was told, and the bell came up unexpectedly. I didn't even want to think about it, but I was wondering if that was the“ answer ". But I had time. I should have made it. So Bell would have waited for me."
But what if it's not...? What if you changed your mind along the way...?
Gradually something disgusting lifted my neck, knowing I wasn't the kind of person to believe that.
There have been rumors that have never been heard before. But it was also true that there were certainly too many extra, strange rumors from shortly after leaving Granthulus.
“The brave men of the east are finally engaged to childhood.”
I thought you were both in love.
We thought we liked each other, but we were wrong.
“Anything, the woman you're dealing with is the beauty of Granthrus.”
“Fine... very romantic”
“The brave men of the east are nobles, aren't they? Everyone must be a noble woman.”
“Hey, did you know there's a picture of you two out there? You look great."
“A brave man in the east. Hey, is that it? An adventurer chased him."
Oh, no, she was there.
“BE... BEL..." “Sure, Berlina, it is." “Oh, yeah. That's, that's the name.”
“Disgusting, no stalker. Better than a woman, definitely a nobleman. Well, in the end, did you mean that the brave men of the east were" decent "?"
“Hey, hey, when's the brave man's wedding? I want to see who will be your wife! Mother, take me ~"
Talk about no roots or leaves at all, but accidentally, no way, I felt beaten up.
I thought I was complacent. I also felt like I had taken cold water.
Even rumors without roots or leaves, if this many human beings carry a fabrication as if it were true. Maybe Belle, who feels good, thinks that's my answer and hesitates to stay...? and. Once I started thinking, one bitter thing after another came in.
Still, there are lines that could be incidents, lines that could be accidents.
But I went past my head, if neither of them...?
"Do people exist in this world, such as the magic of disappearing? When asked, the young man said there must be“ metastatic magic. "Turn the place, move it, no one can use it now, but they have records that were used a long time ago. If that is true, I can be convinced that there will be no trace of mighty magic. Demonic pressure reached all over the continent can also be explained for the same reason"
Even the young man talks abruptly.
I guess the "rare item” falls into the high level dungeon. Is it possible that it was a metastatic item?
Forest of Failure, Dragon Mountain, Holy Beast Forest, Mechanical Tower, Temple of Light, Adelia Wetlands, Frugel Urban Ruins. Experience shows that the Eisha Hills, the Khan Desert, and the recently joined Poda's oblique tower (Touris Poda) are unknown and sensibly hold such high-level dungeons with items that can be associated with metastatic magic.
"The underlying“ personality ”is different from the rare items of metastatic magic and high level dungeons, although they cannot be explained well. I can't say I never have one, but the color as an item doesn't match. That's how I finally understood who to rely on. I should have seen it on [Forgotten Streets] and [End Island], [Turris Poda]. It's -- it's an artifact, that's the thing. Bell's, peculiar childhood tampering... you were a hell of a man."
Phew, Mr. Chris looks up as if he smiled bitterly.
"Ah... could you give me some special skills..."
"Oh, let me see."
and.
"The strong relationship between the two is not heterosexual love. I think I finally understand."
That's how the story calmed down, encouraged ahead and looked around, and it was already that stone familiar little house.
"... were you hiding in this place"
Mr. Chris speaks small.
"Yes. Um, Bebe, nothing, I wasn't hiding... yo"
Maybe, I think for myself, this way of saying it is a little bit of a lie. A little... no, quite. There is no denying those lines.
Mr. Chris didn't think so deeply about it either. but I ran away thinking I didn't want to see someone who chose another woman. If the extension told me that I “hid” this act, it was an indication that I might be. But to admit this, something in me is missing. So try to make a bright voice out of it so as to delude it.
"Um, I'll get rid of it in a hurry, so can I have a moment?
"No, I'll help you, too. Relieved in a firmer house than I thought. Looks like a safety area around... and I'm starting to feel like I don't have to rush home."
"Oh, well, why don't you stay here today... first, would you like some tea? Um, I'm sorry it seems to steam back… do you really think it's okay for me to be the one against you…? I'd like to hear an example."
Though sweet Mr. Chris spitting sand after the reunion.
Mr. Chris said a series of events related to the engagement at his parents' house were boring business...
What happened to your childhood fiancée? said. It is also a fact that a slightly evil thought is still smoking in my mind.
Furthermore, Mr. Chris does not want to go into places where people in the position of adoptive mother don't like her… because the truth is also true.
At worst, even if someone like your adoptive mother hates you, you don't have that information. Even at the first and last meeting, there is a difference between cloud mud and mud in your challenging mind...
—— or... at least once, is face-to-face mandatory, or something.
Mr. Chris looks up and smiles at me strangely nervous.
Walking up to the door of the house, he gently drops me off and talks.
"You don't have to worry about that. My adoptive mother agreed."
and.
"Let's explain it properly."
In serenity, he invited me inside in his own Lady First.