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 -

The hunt ended early, so I invited Patia that day.

He sat on the sloping surface of the tall meadow in the south and taught our daughter how to play the harp.

"Titty... Cat's, Freshly Poirot, Beautiful. Ha-ha-ha, it looks like a cat, it's a song... you know what I mean."

"You mustn't hear too much about it with me. I'm a bad cat human, so how easy it is for you to fool me"

First let me play and show you, and let Patia imitate it.

If it's true, I'll start with the basics and how I remember the score, but unfortunately there's no paper.

This is not the same place as town. If it's awkward or music, that's fine. Anyone can be bad here.

"Kokonya, it's not frightening. Okay?

"No, he's a bad boy, very"

That round, white little bird that Patia serves, do it. Piggy loves music.

Naturally I've stuck with this lesson as well. Now for some reason it is forming over my head.

"Pfft. Pfft."

"Uh, hey, I want to, 'cause, hey, hey, hey, hey."

"This isn't my concert, is it? But there's no reason to rush, okay?"

"Hehe, no cat. I know - Oh, I'm so glad you did! Pippy, pippy!

"Kirurururu... Piuuuuuuuuuu"

From a forgotten old song, we play something with a simple melody again in slow tempo.

The sad tone of the strings echoes from the high ground to the basin, overlooking the deepening forests of autumn.

What a distracting scene. It's too peaceful, and I'm going to get bogged down when I get alarmed.

"Titty... Then it's Patia's. Come on, Pippy. Come on."

"Pip!"

"Wow, do it, Pi, it's your day. All right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right, all right.

"Is it puffy"

"Uh-oh. Pippy, puffy, puffy."

Do it, Piggy. You moved from my head to Patia's knee.

When she receives the silver harp from me, an eight-year-old girl still holds it big for her child.

I had it the wrong way, but I felt it was impeccable and I'm deciding to let you have it the way you want.

"Come on, Cat, do it. Pi. You know, if it worked, why don't you praise Patia?

"Pfft."

Patia suddenly stood up and stopped next to me perfectly.

Then he looks up at me sweetly, and boldly sets his finger on the harp.

When your fingers slowly play the strings one sound at a time, that makes it a clumsy performance.

"Mmm, annoying...... But do it, Pi, don't look. Patia can do it. She can do it."

"Kyuuuuuuuuuuu"

Shiro-Pitsa rose to Patia's words, winged her wings and began to swirl over her daughter.

"Eh heh, do it. Pippy, when they say so, Patia, good luck! Oh, cat, I don't know from here, tell me."

"Yeah, now excuse me..."

"Whoa... Patia, I'm so glad you're stuck with me because you're such a cat -!

"What am I mistaken for?"

Take Patia's hand and play the string with her little fingertips.

In my breasts, my daughter became a performer and slowly played a forgotten melody.

"Phew, Phew, Phew"

"Did you hear that? Do it! Right now, Patia did. Cat, come on, come on, come on."

"Aren't you out of spirit? Well, look at your fingertips and remember."

"Yeah! Pattier, when you're quiet -, Bing, be -. Bunny, that's what you said."

Barney, another extra thing......

I know that's true, but what would you do if our daughter became a painful narcissist?

"So hey, I can do freshly pomegranated -, bitchy, meh. Oh, and then, from Ku, you're going to have to turn around."

"I have considerable resistance to letting you have needles..."

"Daijibu. Patia, come on, come on, we can do this."

"Oh, speaking of which, you did..."

He said he was sewing on behalf of his real father, Edward, not long after we met.

"Più."

"Look, do it, Pippi. It's like this, right?

"Excuse me, I'm not sure what the bird says. What did you say?"

"Come on, come on, come on."

"Huhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu Look at your fingers."

But what is this bird really?

Patia is able to communicate herself perfectly with the human language.

"Yeah! Freshly Poiron. Remember - we all want to welcome you, so even if you're upset, Patia hangs in there!

"It's not just a polo, it's a harp."

"Um... but, uh, every? I don't..."

"Is that why you're Poirot?

"It is. Poirot. - Poirot. Patia Nah, Nekotan's Poron Daisuki"

"Really?"

It's something you're happy to say.

Well, that's what the kid says, so stop arguing and use Patia's fingertips to please Pippi.

"Okay, take a good look at your hands. Here's the deal."

Once again, the melodies echoed higher than the high ground, spreading to the hidden Nyanish.

This is a quiet land, so if you play songs and music, it reaches far away.

"Oh, fuzzy, difficult, puffy..."

"I made a mistake, look at your fingers, not your hands"

"Just now, Naikotan."

"If you work hard too, you'll be able to do it naturally, no matter how unconscious you are. Then try playing it yourself, as I taught you."

I can't really study, but I consider the talent I rely on intuition to be high.

It's also that intuition to study, if you find a rule of thumb...... no, I can't imagine a wise Patia.

"Uh, here's the thing...... Po, Po, Po, Po, Po... Oh, I can do it. I can do it, do it, Pi!

"Phew, phew, phew."

When Patia plays out the head of the song, she circles around her daughter's head with a little joy.

Then I was flying into the palm of the offered hand and leaning myself cheeky on Patia.

"Please play the harp. Here's what follows.... Try it"

"Yeah! I don't know, Patia, this kind of thing could be annoying...... it was freshly porous -! Shiro-Pi, welcome, I'm happy, Neko Tansei - Wow! That's it!

It's a short music. I taught you all the rest from head to end.

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"When you can play without mistake, I'll reveal it to you."

"That's - hey... hey... something thrilling..."

It's a short sad song, less than forty for the number of sounds.

In playing that with a harp, Patia makes mistakes in the same place over and over again. Still trying, I was finally playing and hanging up to the end.

"Oh, could it be embarrassing?

"'Cause Patia is hectic... like a cat, not good..."

"I learned that in just three days, I would be jealous of a young man who aspired to be a musician."

Looks like you've decided to challenge me again.

Then it was different this time. That shiatsu piggy just chirped as Patia played.

Hi. I seem to have learned the melody while I was playing it over and over, and the bird singing went with Patia's awkward and slow tempo performance.

"Hehe, what do you say? Not really, I can't help it, it's made of sesame seeds. Thank you very much."

"Oh, maybe Piggy is better suited for a mentor than I am."

I hid my emotions.

My daughter played and showed music with the little bird, the awkward but breathtaking performance is full of charm as music.

"Oh, do it, Pi, after the catfish, yeah, I did..."

"Fumi?!! What are you doing to my hair?!

"Hahaha, Cat Tam, fumi, go -! Fumi, 'cause...

"Più..."

But the prick was a beast.

No matter how intelligent you are, the fact that you are an intolerable creature of shit doesn't change.

"Nice, Nekotan"

"It's not good, where would you like it? Oh, my hair stinks of birds..."

"Pfft..."

There's no water here either. I just took it off my hair by hand, and now white and black shit creeps up on my hand.

I'm suddenly feeling down......

"You know, do it. Pippin ', I'm sorry,' cause... Yeah, yeah... so, hey, when I noticed -, you know, all the time, so... Plum."

"Più"

"Yeah, I guess..."

I hear birds don't have the muscles to put up with shit.

Because they don't need to put up with shit......

"And, hey, about Nekotan, after Patia, I like it, 'cause I'm glad you're Nekotan. Oh, and, you know, like,"

"Really? You have no choice. So let's just match the current song with the harp."

It may be early, but if you fail, you fail. Patia will spring remorse.

Shilo-Piggy whimpers with tension again to unexpected developments, and now turns dangerously between me and Patia to the letter of 8.

"Oh, first time, how exciting..."

"Sometimes I worry about your weirdness being asexual... where do you remember that, you know"

I played music with my daughter and a strange little bird whimpering along to the song.

The result is a blur. This would be fine.

It was nagging me to be late or overtaken, but now this is warm.

"What do you say... Patia, what do you say? Hey, hey, hey!

"No, no, no, no."

"Huh?!

I was rubbed by my daughter and a white creature who couldn't even stand shit.

But, really, this little bird, where did it come from?

Thank you very much. The intelligence seems very different from that of a normal individual, and such a round and weird bird in the first place, I have never seen before.