Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

"Though, to Patia, tell me your ass......!

"What are you trying to teach me? Are you... Oh, maybe, the secret, you wanted to tell me?

"Well, maybe that! The one that's not a bum! Hey, Uncle, tell me something, will you?

Dan, a lousy mouth, is not good at answering questions.

I drop my gaze on the child under my feet like I'm in trouble, and if I'm too close to you, I step back. Naturally it was immediately packed too.

"Uh... oh, um, hey, what... ma, beans...? Beans, I ate a lot..."

"Seriously, it's mundane. No, let's do this. Thank you. Say hi, Darn."

It's Dan.

"... yeah, da ~ n?

"No, dude, it's Dan!

"... Dadarn!

Excuse me, my daughter...

Pull Patia off her back side and pull her away from Dan's sight.

"Oh, that, brave, name, oh, wow, you don't look good..."

"All right, I got you in Darn."

"No... it's Dan."

That sorry exchange reassured the children with palsy.

Apparently, the only thing that's big is the body, and on the other hand, you've realized that your personality is a cowardly, moderate type.

"Oh, it looks like Liseri's boyfriend is here."

I made him look good there and the Wild Oak jog turned up late.

Both Liseri and Jog marvel at my unintended strikes, and the maiden shames her paler skin with better blood color.

Are the others still asleep, no sign of them showing up?

"Oh, my God, I can't believe you're my boyfriend... ugh, I'm embarrassed..."

"Yes, suddenly what do you say BE ELECTRAMUH?! Hi-hi, oh, who are you?!

In just one word, the tart spearhead switched from Bernie to Jog, still more vividly than the morning burn.

Looking up at the wild oak giant as a fierce dog as he approached the foot of the jog with a keen foothold and gaze.

Then he seemed to find Liseri a long time late, and Tart suddenly forgot his anger and words and continued to stare at his beloved figure.

The counterpart Liseri is strong, feels something and takes a step in the direction of fluttering and tarting.

But are you afraid of the difference? It was just one step of courage.

In that case, let us no longer stop and say that it is natural for your sister to rush over before the girl.

"Liseri, it's you. Okay, it's your sister! I'm here to see you!

"Ahhhhh!?

Then one tempo late, the redhead tart holding the blind girl to her chest.

Liseri accepted the embrace as she was given, and closed her eyelids to tears.

"Ah... really, tart sister...? No way, I didn't expect you to come to see me in this place... Glad you could make it... Thanks for coming, sister..."

"Whether you get sick or all the people in the city deny it, you're my sister! I'm sorry I haven't been able to help you all this time, Liseri. Oh, yeah, I brought you all the supplies for Liseri! Here, take it all, you bastards. It's delivery!

I'm so hungry, I lifted my arms to the men, and I got a guide.

of Ethiosis...... no. They help the kids in there too.

Barney and Dan also fled here, avoiding the typhoons that would have occurred after this.

Anyway, Typhoon's eyes were Liseri's beloved jog......

"Anta, by the way!

"Hi, hey, hey, hey, Liseri's sister!?

"Huh?! Who's your sister-in-law? While your eyes are black, I won't do Liseri to a pig like you!! What kind of attitude is that? Don't be shy when you talk to people about not being such a jerk as Dan!!

"Eh, Electramu, help me! I'm scared of this guy.

I wonder if that's how showing fierce opposition to your attitude would instead burn the love between you two.

And don't judge people by what they see,

Jog is a fine hero that everyone in the ethereal disease admits, and therefore handsome.

"Huhuhuhuhu... you can't, I don't want to get involved, please do something with yourself and Liseri"

"Sister, Mr. Jog is a demon, but he's handsome. He was so sweet, so strong, so cool, he helped us when we were in pain!

Well though, Mr. Liselli, that might be oil on fire......

What the blind girl calls a good-looking man is also this diagram, and it seems that an ugly man tricked a young boy.

"Heh, looks like Liseri took care of you a lot...? Why don't you tell me more about it, what do you mean by" gentle "? Anta, how old are you?

"Ju, it's 18..."

Jog's response was just polite.

Not so much. Tart's intrigue is as rough as a storm.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha... let me tell you something"

"... Then please bring the supplies from the castle collapse over there. I'll take you to the warehouse, Patia."

"Oh, let it be! I'll stick it in this one, will you...?

I'm kind of worried about Jog, leaving the role to Patia and the kids to look backwards.

"I don't know if there's an eighteen year old like you, don't be silly!!

"Yes, because I'm here. Come on. - Huh?!

From the less hairy species, our moffy beastly species tend to be ageless.

From the boar side to the rough furrows of wild oak, it would be very incredible where they say eighteen.

"Sister, don't bother Mr. Jog any more! Everyone appreciates Mr. Jog, but he's not who your sister thinks he is!

"Well, because... Liseri, this... it's got to be wild oak..."

"It doesn't matter. Mr. Electrum said this place has nothing to do with race differences. Besides, I have these eyes, and I don't think a normal human man can..."

"Ugh... oh, my God..."

Oh, this is, you should still have run away. No, it's not too late. Let's get out of here.

But the tart that was turning into a rabid dog turned a sharp eye on this one.

"Wait a minute, Electrum Bell!! You're not talking!! What do you mean, Bernie, too? I wouldn't condone you if you knew and left me alone!!

There's totally blood on my head, I don't care how I explain it now.

Jog is a good one, I can only fool Tart's wrath now to assure him that later.

"Ha... Sister, please calm down, he said I'm embarrassed as a person no more. The night escaper tart will crush your face, okay?

"Not good. Yikes! Ku...... Jogg, I did remember that face, so hey!!

"Hi-ha-ha?!!

Tart belongs to the dark part of the old town, very hard to say.

Poor Jog got his eye on such a yakuza.

But Patia came back this way. He was listening, raising his voice flat despite being a training ground.

"The Decency - I can't help it. Nekotan, too. - Do you think Patia can do it?

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu We have to stick around and see if you deserve it."

"Well, Patia's. He's a lot."

"Learn a little from the ugliness of the tart today or cat human...... And let's plug Jog in later, even if it's delicious."

This is how a large quantity of supplies arrived inside.

All you have to do is welcome the Night Runner Tart and others and produce them as convincing immigrants.

Nevertheless, I can't believe I cared so much about Liseri. As Barney put it, it's ugly, but this rampage would be a flip of strong affection.

... Yep, Jog was still being teased by the tart.

"But can I leave you alone?

"You'll just lose your appetite for breakfast if you get involved. And if you look at the two of us from afar, you don't like tarts, but you understand."

Pushing supplies into the extra warehouse for the empty room on the first floor of the castle, we rushed to prepare for the sudden welcome of our guests.

"Liseri and Jog are very welcome. Oh, yeah, Patia too - today, I guess. Hehe, I'm Patia..."

"Stop... don't just apprentice me. Ha... I used to be so busy and cute, I wonder why that happened..."

Now all we have to do is move on.

Expand your fields with new farm tools, make clothes with tailoring tools, and create new barricades and furniture with lumber.

And before Tart leaves here, we need to somehow give him an official name other than Nekotanland.

"That's because if you don't get involved, you can't do it. Even then, there are..."

"Ooh... That's the best word for Lord Patty..."

This is where those who can no longer be in any world gather among the disappeared.

We have no choice but to join forces in this land and obtain what each one desires.

"Bernie, when you're done transporting to the warehouse, please take the tart to the north woods first. She's a guest, and you're in charge of the production."

"You want me to take care of a rabid dog? Ma, I can't help it... if he doesn't talk about business, he'll settle down, I hope so."

"So!

"Ha, don't joke, I'm not going to fall in love with 35 babas"

That's not convincing enough for you to know exactly how old she is.

Thus we succeeded in procuring the work tools that were lacking.

We're going to stick together the barricade and build a new field in the square.

It had already been decided at this point that that would happen.