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 -

Tart is the type of attitude you show in your actions.

I guess I haven't slept through it yet, but I popped out of the antiques store right after that.

"Why don't you get some more sleep and then leave? I think the priest is just quick to make contact with Madame anyway"

"Ha, you don't understand, there's going to be a morning market!

The morning market in Lehm brings together producers from nearby villages.

They said that if I bought it there, I would get seeds and honey cheaper than brokering a vendor.

I forgot, that she was originally a normal girl.

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Contrary to the busy tart, I am bored on the waiting side.

So until the redhead lady shopkeeper returned, I decided to enjoy her book collection as usual.

But I've realized that there are boring cats.

The book she used to read while falling asleep in bed is not on that bookshelf.

Then the conclusion would be one in two.

Either I'm tired of selling it off, or there's another bookshelf hidden in this antique shop.

"Ooh, ooh. Well, this is, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.

After a brief family search, a hidden bookshelf was found across the liquor shelf.

I'm sure the source of the issue is the same. They were all hardcover books with pink or red covers and gold hardware.

If the Sister of the Cathedral reads it, he may either turn bright red or suddenly get angry.

That was a bunch of very radical and really exciting romance novels for women.

"But this, unexpectedly... should... The author's passions and desires are twisted. Ho, ho, I see, was she also a hobby for these books..."

There was also talk of a civilian woman admiring a knight.

Overall, will there be a lot of stories on this bookshelf about uber maidens who are seen by young, beautiful and brilliant knights and swallowed up by the fallacious world?

"Heh heh heh heh heh, what are you doing!? No, Mr. Electrum, but your sister will kill you!!

One of the men came to see how I was.

I was stunned by the cat humans who opened the gates of hell that should not be opened, exaggerating like theatre.

"... I guess. But this, it's hard... do you have to be stupid anymore... do you read it too?

"Oh, don't get me involved. Whoa!? How dare you!

"I just happened to find it. But surprisingly, the tart is, maybe, a knight fetish. See, as far as every book goes, knights, knights, knights, knights are heroes."

Barney, you're a real sinner.

Said there was a woman so close to admiring you, at all, chasing all the young kids...

"Sister... I knew you liked him... Oh, no, please don't do that. An approximate book!!

"Really? Then just this one book."

"Please put it all back, because I will be slaughtered!!

"I think this is artistic... no, people's books are funny stuff, huffy..."

For a while I gave the pleasure of the men, and I crushed my spare time.

Because I can't sleep. I can't help it, can I?

By the way, this is for the record.

A species called cat human is said to have a weakness in the length of sleep, but on the other hand, that is also an advantage.

By sleeping we turn waste time into something beneficial.

You only move when you need it, you only enjoy it when you can, and you sleep when you're bored.

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At noon, the tart came back at the brightest hour in the world.

I still don't even know you saw a hidden bookshelf.

... but will you find out?

I was concerned about every book I stuck with, and if I realized it, I'd forgotten the original order of the books.

"I've followed the crossing... Ha, that baba, why are you apologizing now..."

He didn't seem to think I heard him in the second half.

Apparently, you've made contact, but you've uncovered your old guilt, Madame.

Well, it's their life, it's none of my business.

"Good luck. We'll be fine later, so why don't you get some sleep?"

"It's not going to happen, and I'm going to be there."

"Oh, do you want to come?"

"I'm not talking, but I'm telling you to let me talk to you. Do as you please later."

"... where?

"Old town. It's just down the road from here, in the basement of an abandoned church."

Tart knows about Patia.

If you listen to this story, you will speculate on our circumstances.

"Okay. But this intimate meeting has nothing to say."

"I know. I'm just gonna keep an eye on you if you don't get underfoot by that Baba!

"That's reliable, please. From what I can tell, they're both scary women."

"It's an extra favor! Come on, let's go!

No. That's a little troublesome. I suddenly appeared, and you.

"Oh, wait a minute. Would you mind going downstairs first because I want to get familiar?

"Familiarity... Fine, but hurry up."

In anticipation of Tart going down to the ground floor, I returned Tart's favorite reading to my hidden bookshelf.

If we were a little late to hide it, we might have started a knife throwing show before the intimate meeting......