＜Infinite Dendrogram＞

□ Ling Er, the bird

College lectures were over by evening, and I got home early.

Starting tomorrow, it's Saturday and Sunday again, so I can concentrate on Dendro.

This Saturday and Sunday, there is a search for a home (home) in Des Periods, and Gideon opens a “tournament” in which I'm a little involved.

Relatively pleasant kind of errand.

"Well, I hope the rest is peaceful and safe"

As I've been looking back at in college, by way of example, 'Isn't this Saturday and Sunday going to get involved in some sort of incident, too? I don't have any anxiety, but I don't.

Most importantly, there is also the mysterious jinx that when I participate in something that looks like fun in Dendro, there will be a case.

Franklin's game from, [Monochrome] from Windstar Festival, the Kalceratan case from Exploration, Hannya from Love Fight Festival, etc. Causality sucks.

I don't need that cause and effect because I'm not the protagonist of mystery comics.... Well, even the protagonist of the mystery comic strip wouldn't need it if he tried it on the person.

As I was rowing my bike with that in mind, I could see my home apartment.

"Hmm?"

Just in front of the apartment, a cab with the door closed ran away, and later there remained the figure of one woman.

She put a large number of paper bags at her feet for a woman to hold by herself and seemed troubled 'Now what is it?'

Probably bought too much, and a cab would have had a lot to carry to the room anyway.

"Hello"

"Mukudri Sun. Konnichiwa."

A blonde foreigner, she exchanged greetings with me in a little less Japanese yet.

I know her.

"Luggage, can I help you carry it, if you like?

"Okay?"

Yeah, it's next door.

She is a neighbor living in the room next to me in this apartment.

So carrying luggage isn't much of a hassle either.

"Aligato"

"We're each other in trouble, Mr. Francesca."

That said, I take her... two-thirds of Mr. Francesca's luggage.

There were two paper bags, but they were surprisingly heavy when held.

From the inside, there is a rubbing sound between the kachakacha and the little glass bottle.

"There's a lot of bottles in there, but what about this?

"Paint. Clay. college assignments, until next week."

"Oh. You're an art college."

"Yes, just in case, think, buy too much"

Francesca doesn't seem to be fluent in Japanese yet, and there are many verbal responses.

Seems like I understand the language over here, so I can ask but I guess I'm having difficulty speaking.

"Which college?

"T-Jen Dae, freshman year"

Well, just like our college, it's not that far from here.

I live in the same apartment, so naturally.

……

But freshman year?

Thought you were older than me... same age?

"... I, 21"

"Ah. Yes."

You guessed my doubts, Mr. Francesca said.

He was still older.

I'm an overseas person, and if you decide to enroll in this university later, is that ever the case?

I guess I'm still not used to speaking Japanese because it hasn't been as long since I've been here.

We've been neighbors for over a month, but you haven't had much of a chance to talk like this.

"What about you?

"Is that me?

As we continued our public conversation, we boarded the elevator.

"Eighteen. I'm a freshman at T University."

"… C 'est surprenant"

... Did they just say 'unexpected' or 'surprise' in French?

I guess I don't look like a T college student after all. Someone I know in Dendro often tells me that. Juliette or Mr. Bishmal.

But around Chelsea, on the contrary, he said, "Where is that? That was such a reaction." Well, maybe Real is to that extent for people living abroad.

And so on and so on and so on,

"About fourteen years old, I thought"

"That way!?

This one surprised me with Mr. Francesca's response.

I mean, they were looking at you four years younger!?

They say the Japanese look younger compared to people abroad, but they sooo high school and middle school level!?

"I'm a proper college student. I mean, you can't live here alone in middle school."

"Yes...."

That's what Mr. Francesca said, and he looked convinced of something and nodded.

But I felt like I squealed in French small at that mouth.

That didn't sound good.

But somehow... 'Though I lived alone', I felt like I was saying.

"Arrival"

The elevator stops on the intended floor and we go down with our luggage.

By the way, we live on the first and third floors of the apartment.

Well, it's not a coincidence that I'm on the first or third floor, it's the result of my choices. It seems there are relatively few tenants because the numbers are ominous, which is the form I chose at least the unpopular room because it is something I rent to my brother for free.

Francesca, who seems to be from Europe and the United States, also lives on this thirteenth floor, but I guess that's the nature of not caring. Or maybe religion is different.

I carried my luggage straight to Mr. Francesca's room.

When asked if it was okay to go into the room, Mr. Francesca nodded.

When I opened the door, there was a slight smell of paint and clay coming from the front door.

When I looked at the front door, there was an odorless deodorant. Probably to get rid of this smell, but it doesn't seem to get rid of it.

... Not that I care, but Mr. Francesca's deposit may not be returned.

"Where do you carry your luggage?

"It's okay in here"

"Okay."

I slowly unloaded my stuff on the front door so I wouldn't break the bottle.

"Aligato. If you like, I'd like to say that even tea... Kedo"

Mr. Francesca puts his gaze at the front door, and if it's the same interval as my room, he sees the door that leads to the LDK.

... I guessed what I was going to say. This much smell with deodorant on top of a single door pinch means that LDK is probably not an environment where people who are unfamiliar with the smell can make tea.

"No problem. Tell me if you have any problems again. Neighbor."

"Yeah. this cali will return it sooner or later wa"

You're still unfamiliar with Japanese, it was kind of like a Battle comic book.

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□ ■ Francesca Götier

I exchanged words with my favorite neighbor who helped me carry my luggage, and I closed the front door.

We've had a conversation since when we moved over with Japanese noodles, but salvation is not the type of neighbor we talk about and stress about.

'... and you were a college student with that one. I'm not sure how old the Japanese are. "

Words that do not speak to anyone speak naturally and in their native language.

I was out a bit when I was talking to him, but he probably wasn't listening.

Anyway, it helped. Although Japan is relatively secure, leaving luggage on the roads and floors would be unlikely to be left behind. Thanks to him, I never had to go through this again.

"Phew... You've bought too much to finish your assignment before college's off. '

After you finish shopping, you transfer your stuff from your cart to your taxi, and then you realize it, so dumb.

"Holidays starting next weekend. Golden Week, I wonder. It's an unusual holiday.... it would be convenient for me to concentrate on the other side (...) if I completed the assignment '

I whine to myself and carry my front door luggage to LDK...... the workplace ahead.

When I open the LDK door connected through the front door, as I was concerned...... I get a familiar smell of clay and paint on my nose.

Because LDK has statues and homemade figures about the size of the vase I made there. Some have not dried yet, and the smell remains.

During the 2LDK interval, one room is in the bedroom, but other than that, it is generally in this condition.

One room is a work place, and the living room and dining room are spaces to put what you make.

I haven't even been able to cook lately because I'm scared to ignite the paint.

While I'm at it, this mess reminds me of the clan over there.... although vectors are different.

"If it was a normal apartment, you'd have been kicked out."

Fortunately, I don't have to worry about that here instead of having high rental rates.

He didn't even leak the smell next door to detect it from his reaction in the next room.

... Still, maybe we should call a cleaner when we pull it off.

…………

So much so that we can now afford to live.

Money is luxurious enough to leave Europe on purpose, rent luxury apartments, enter a Japanese university of the arts and live leisurely until death instead of graduation.

"... for once, should I go to the grave?"

I just felt a little sorry for someone who died at twilight last year and had to leave a legacy to me as well as my sister in an unwillful (...) way.

Speaking of which, how is she doing by now?

Think of my sister who now lives far away,... exactly my sister over there (...).

That kid who reunited for the convenience of distributing that man's estate after his death and invited him over from me.

When I saw it in the previous article, it seemed like it was no less of a hassle than the West.

... I hope he's not stressed out at Cardina because the roots are pure or he's been bothering me with this for a long time.

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After I finished carrying my stuff, I sat down on the couch I had in the living room.

Brew instant coffee and watch your home country news show on TV.

... It's familiar to me, but the smell of paint and coffee makes me feel like I'm even drinking black paint.

"... let's at least clean it up to the point where we can welcome visitors"

Sometimes like today. I decided to vacate about the living room and dining room tabletop and leave it in the room only dry and less smelly.

Drink up your coffee and then get to work.

Select the clay statue or homemade figure that was decorated on the tabletop and take it. Those are things that have dried up a little after making them. In other words, he wraps it in a Buddhist newspaper while sorting out what is not a problem to treat.

I started living here in February, but you've made enough already.

Where did I twist my time when college and other activities accounted for much of the day?

"... oh."

As I was cleaning up, I took the statue that was in the corner of the tabletop.

It was a clay statue of a monster with tentacles removed from the sphere.

I remember very well when I made this.

Not a month ago now... it's a substitute made with half feed (...).

It may not be what I say myself, but I know full well that it contains anger and remorse at the time of production.

…………

I kept looking at it... and stared... and wrapped it like any other statue.

'... I won't screw up next. I'll pay you back what I owe you then. "

I looked down at the clay statue of the treated monster - [RSK] and the thing I named, and squealed so.

I let a paragraph clean up and I moved to my bedroom.

By the bed, on a chest as tall as my hips...... a game hard is placed.

"Well......"

I lay down on my bed wearing a hard.

This sequence was also repeated countless times already.

over there...... to live me in < Infinite Dendrogram >.

"Today, let's start with the final adjustment of the right arm."

That's how Francesca (I), - even today, [Archprofessor] Mr. Logged into < Infinite Dendrogram > as Franklin.

To be continued