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 -

"Hmm, something right now... are you out of your mind? Oh, hey, the fire's out there!

I went through the gigas line before the morning sun came out.

But what does this mean, oddly enough, it doesn't fall to fu (...).

There was talk of regular army reinforcement, and for that matter I only paid attention and crossed the high walls of that girder difference, but it was the same awful monkey security that replaced Sarasar.

The security system had not changed at all when Panagium said it had shifted in the direction of increasing its military power.

No, the reform of the military may just not be underway yet.

I was really concerned about the military movement, but now I had to reach my destination before nightfall.

Thus the cat humans, playing through the gigas line, ran through the meadow zone, which lasted as far as Lehum.

Then head to the eastern part of the city of Lehum, its chaotic old town, and finally stop in front of the Tart antiques shop.

"This is the first time you've come to this hour if you think about it..."

The eastern sky is turning blue.

There was already a time slot called Dawn soon, or just as the store was already closed.

So believing she's sleeping upstairs there, a suspicious hooded cat human flies over to the roof.

It was small so the neighbors wouldn't notice, and I slammed the window carefully at long intervals to call it a knock.

It's an irrefutable time to call it an early morning.

Without eavesdropping on those adventurers' conversations, fairies wouldn't have had to worry about people.

Luckily the tart was asleep there that day.

When the upstairs window was opened from inside the house, I got a slightly different welcome than usual, though.

The first thing I noticed was the tip of a slight moonlight and a shining knife in the morning sun, rather than a grumpy angry face.

Suspicious cats seem to have been stabbed with a knife by a scary redhead woman.

"It's me, Tart, pull that noisy thing in."

But my wish did not come true.

She was silent for a while, and it was already grumpy enough to just stare at me.

"What a time to visit this... eh. Anyway, if someone sees you, what are you gonna do?"

"Yes, I'd be happy to do something about that knife"

"I almost stabbed you to death..."

"It's morning. Better than pushing it in the middle of the night, isn't it?

Now that the tart had gone away from the window, I had finally entered the second floor of the antiques shop.

"If the sun isn't out, it's still late at night! Ahhhh, I was feeling good sleeping because of you... I'm going to dream about your face when I go back to sleep!

"If you can show up in your dreams, that would be an honor."

The redhead tart does the same thing as usual while complaining.

You take the red glowing liquor from the demon world off the shelf in a grumpy foothold, and you line it up at the usual table to pour the liquor for two.

There were already fewer bottles left, but she didn't spare this look either.

"You can drink that a lot when you wake up...... Because I'm a cat tongue, I don't like strong liquor..."

"Ha, night runners are night jobs, so he's just right for sleepiness."

When I sat down at the table, the tart lit the red liquor first.

That was the stunning one, and with that cup, her spine was really sure to stretch straight.

In the form of accompanying it, I also lick a bit of the tough liquor of the demonic world with my tongue.

I don't hate it, but I'm still not good at being strong.

"And yet...... that cute pyjama, is it still your favorite?

"Ha, I don't know. If anyone but you saw it, they might be crushing every eyeball."

"That's scary. Well, it's the usual thing to do."

I got up and put my backpack back on the floor next to the tart.

Place something on the table that is particularly expensive, tightly packed with Prison Beryls from it.

Even more from the neck hunting rabbit fur I put on my shoulder, I turned down the sewing with Rapier to remove the beryl stuffed inside. There must have been 83 in total.

The light on the lamp blurred the refractive index and transparent prison beryl, emitting a colorful rainbow glow.

"My drowsiness cooled all at once... You, where did you gather so much from..."

"Yeah well, there was a little special connection with the stranger like a bird... Anyway, I want to sell these."

"Have you been commissioned?

"No, it's all our property. So I want this one, yeah, just because there's so much stuff this time, I had it put together on this piece of paper."

This is a piece of raw paper I bought at Cascade Hill.

Placing it right next to the lamp, the tart turned itself over and looked at it.

"Hmm... you're not the only one who can carry it. He said he needed help."

"Your answer, it's quick and helpful. If you can't do it now, I'll come back later, even then."

"I won't let Liseri's benefactor go through that trouble. Fine, two birds a stone for this."

"Well, was there anything else on Lehm's side?

The reign of King Salazar, the eater of human flesh.

We have already known from the outset that this change of circumstances causes numerous incidents to occur in Panagium.

No, there's someone I want you to meet.

"Is that an introduction...... Hugh, I always feel like I'm in trouble with that pattern."

"Ha, isn't that mutual?"

"... so is that. Thank you for always fulfilling this impotence."

If Barney hadn't introduced us to Tart, we would have had a very hard time by now.

Without the introduction of Dan the Masonry, winter life could have been a battle against the Suzuki.

"Come on, I told you we were each other.... Anyway, I get the conversation, I'll get the supplies ready over here."

"Is that right? I still can't thank you enough for making a fair deal out of understanding our situation."

Tart looked at me like that, and then turned his attention again to a piece of paper.

Eventually its face will rise again, turning its doubts.

"Hmm...? What do you call this flower seed, tart, consultation...?

"Is that it? Actually, I decided to build a garden on the balcony of the castle, and I'd like to buy that seed, but they said I should talk to you because I don't know if I have what I'm looking for. Oh, don't worry, it's from Liseri, not Bernie."

There's something cute about tarts. I've noticed that recently, too.

She faced unexpected problems with her job and drank red liquor all at once, even if she escaped reality.

"Pfft...... I mean, what...? You want me to go to the florist with you? Is this Tart from Lehm Old Town going to the florist?

You're ashamed of where you've changed, this guy.

It's a reaction that is hard for a woman to see to be ashamed to go to a florist.

"So you can buy Liselli's smile. Not a bad buy, I suppose?

"Ugh..."

"If the gardens were beautifully colored with your contribution, Liseri would be sarcastically proud. Thanks to your sister..."

"Ok, ok, ok, you don't have to say any more, ok? Already! Ha... this is a terribly embarrassing request, but it makes me belly... It's for Liseri, it's for Liseri..."

"Really? I'll be back here by evening, so I'll be with you then."

When I put the rest of the booze all at once, my throat and stomach got hot all at once and my head just cracked.

But it's important that you don't let me say whether or not you have the momentum. Stand up immediately and turn your back on the tart.

"Hey, hey, where are you going? Go!?

"It's a secret."