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 next night, I was in the dining room reading and listening to that collection of speeches.

Surrounded by blue-skinned children in front of a fireplace in Megidoflame, they are still waiting to continue.

I wasn't feeling strange and bad.

This evening's story was about the King of Eagles and the boy.

"The boy, who thus met a giant eagle, took him to his own house. Because in the outside world, other hunters will kill you."

Cookles was the right man for these kinds of jobs.

But this book is not written in human letters.

"Eventually the moon passed and when the wounds of the wings healed, the King of Eagles thanked the boy and traveled to the distant sky. Promise me you'll come back to repay me, the boy who yearns for the eagle."

It's another old book. The old rhetoric is scattered by the way, so I needed to interpret it and convey it.

When the story enters the good realm, instead of the kids, Rick and Barney, Cookles and even that Clay are listening with their mouths shut.

I read it earlier, but it was a story with the power to attract wonders and people.

"The eagle is back. But in the cabin that I spent with the boy, the sister was waiting, not the boy."

By the time the Great Eagle returned to repay his gratitude, the boy had died in the war.

The eagle mourns and grieves, and when he reaches the boy's grave... So I fulfilled my promise.

"The boy's soul appeared above the tomb and became a white eagle, traveling with the king of eagles to the land of birds.... King and Boy of the Eagle, over"

It's a sad story. Was the little one highly irritating, and some girls tears?

Now that I had finished my story today, I closed it with a bow as reclining as when I was just a musician.

No, but a girl...?

Oh wait, where is my daughter now...!?

"Ugh... that was a great story. I'm impressed, is the runny nose, ooh, ooh..."

"Whoa, don't let a good adult sniff and cry, assuming you're a Sister..."

"Hey, wait a minute, Sister. Huh, me, my snot with my clothes, oh, huh?!

No...... Patia is not in the dining room......!

The Lovelay boy is here, which means his daughter's location is not even his cabin!

Sister Cookles tried to flush her nose, ignoring Barney and wiping her nose by the knight Ars, and now it all doesn't matter.

"What's up, instructor...?

"No patia"

That one word changed Rick's complexion.

Barney also looks around the dining room with his hands on his hips like he said that he was that evil kid. I'm not here.

"Oh really... Ugh, you're in trouble ~"

"Dude, that little girl, you're playing at night again..."

"From what I've seen, do it. You don't even look perfect. Aren't you two in for a walk?

In the case of our daughter, it was the seed of my headache that could make that walk in the monster's outcropping woods......

"Excuse me, has anyone seen Patia in this? As you can see, he's not here."

Identifying where to go was also a top priority to find.

So as I rang the harp, I drew attention and raised my voice to look for a disappearing Patia witness. Then…….

"Then... just now, you went to the bathroom with me, Patia..."

A younger girl than Patia raises her hand.

It's great, Patia, if you don't even let me look like you in the middle of the night.

"Do you know where he went after that?

"Speaking of which, it was a little weird... He sent me this far, but then he went behind the castle..."

"At the back of the castle, then I didn't go outside, good..."

"Hehe, I think you'll be back one of these days, as usual. Oh, maybe you went to see Mr. Piccolo"

It was possible.

This direction is not a falling part of the walls, nor a rusty castle gate side that has yet to be opened.

Speaking of what lies ahead, warehouses, stables, and then...

"Hey, cat human... I don't think so, but..."

"Yes, that's what happens assuming the worst possible"

A room with a dead well that leads to that labyrinth.

I don't think so, but you wouldn't be down the labyrinth by yourself......

"Excuse me, just in case, I'll take a look"

"Then I'll go, too?

"No, then we shall both have doubted that child. I'll bring my troubled daughter back soon."

I left the lively and warm dining room.

When I knocked on the door, it was cold outside the room, and besides, it was nothing to me, but it was dark without light.

If I had gone down the labyrinth on my own, I would not forgive you either for all this time. I made up my mind to impose a harsh punishment.

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There was no sign of Patia in any warehouse.

Lucky or unhappy, I didn't seem to be working stealing.

So we headed to the stables in the back. When you get there, the little famous horse, Mr. Piccolo, rugs the straw and sleeps comfortably.

My daughter wasn't even there.

"Oh, did I wake you, I'm sorry"

Mr. Piccolo noticed me and stood up.

He seemed so happy that I decided to gently stroke his neck muscles to tell him what to do.

"Mr. Piccolo, I have one question. Didn't you see Patia?

"Burl......"

My neck shook quietly to the side.

Really, haven't you come...... I've had trouble with this.

"Not at all...... I guess fathers should scold night games more harshly. Was it my fault that I raised too much in this land because I needed it..."

Do not fear the darkness of the night, do not fear the forest, do not fear the monsters, rather try to hunt the other way around. Nothing but wilding......

Mr. Piccolo rubs himself against me and comforts me. A horse was a beautiful animal to make.

"I'm sorry, I think you comforted me after I woke you up. Let's go, one last time, make sure it's the worst possible."

The rest is that dead well that we sealed off. To hide and use the labyrinth, the blockade is now sweetened so that even that child can enter if he wants to.

I don't think so, really, but you're not going down the labyrinth by yourself, are you, Patia...