I'll skip it because it's too bright and confusing.
While blurring and searching the store, a business meeting between Tart and the florist Heather came together.
It's not small, but it's a privately owned shop.
Heather was comfortable with Nico for a big deal and had chewed up a delightful reality when she dropped her eyes many times on the deal's run writing.
"Hehe... I think I'll marry with this money... and I don't want to be like Mr. Tart"
"Huh?! What does that mean? I mean, then you could have bought more Ketty Ketty back and done it!!
But this woman named Heather, you don't know what fear is...
"Oh lying, lying, just even! 'Cause I don't know, Liseri's going to be a little ahead of me...' cause I was just suddenly wondering if it just felt like a crisis..."
It was more or less at this rate during the business talks.
It's the type that immediately puts what you think into your mouth, and that's which kindles the tart's ignition line.
Oh, that's weird...... All these times, the sharp ears of a cat human can even be felt in the curse.
Maybe this florist, the store made up of her brightness.
"That's what we talked about, and it's time to go home? It's what keeps the xyreels waiting."
I'm still very concerned about how he is.
It had a smaller mouth count than usual and a somewhat darker appearance.
"Oh, I know that guy. A handsome guy who occasionally buys flowers at our house, and super gentle people!
"Oh, did you know?"
"Yeah! Oh, I wish someone like that would be my husband..."
"It's time for you soldiers to stop, because it's hard to be a real knight, to be in a position, to be in danger of your life."
Oh, no, you're familiar with it, Tart.
Well, if they were so eager to study (...), would it be natural to become familiar with something?
"By the way, did you show up today?
"What, you mean Mr. Xyreel? Hmmm...... I mean today, I haven't seen it at all lately. They usually use our shop..."
A person named Xyreel is serious and honest.
If you had the opportunity to stop by the diocese, you would buy flowers and worship according to the old format.
But he hasn't come today.
Then where did Xyreel come into contact with the Holt Priest?
"I thought you said something about you that made you unconsciously scratch."
"Ugh... I'm not that bad! But... I wonder...? Actually, that's what I was thinking, but I guess I am... Ugh... handsome, handsome..."
This could be it, but Liseri may have learned the youth word handsome under Heather's influence.
"Don't worry there, he's not such a narrow person. I guess there was something else going on with the xyreel."
Why should Xyreel leave Panagium at this time when King Salazar has reviewed his armament?
Yeah, right. I'm sure you're being pushed into a situation where you have to leave, until you abandon your righteous knight job.
"Ah, it's a cat"
"... oh, is it a cat?
This one was meant to be comforting. But Heather seemed obsessed with wildcats.
"Well, you're not anywhere, are you?
But there's nothing like looking around the house.
... No, I was there when I said that. Here's a creature that's not a cat but does resemble a cat.
"Heather, you... you know that cat is your important business partner..."
"Wow, I'm surprised, it's my first time as a cat customer or something! Nice to meet you, pretty cat!
I was alarmed. Heather was the type of person who would come in gooey without a problem.
When Heather and the cat human eyes bumped into each other, I deliberately creased my face and threatened him.
It didn't work at all so I stopped right away.
"You saw...?
"Yeah, I saw it. I'm more surprised by who you are than I thought you were ~! It's an introduction to your tart sister - and I didn't think you were a cat!
How dare you? That's all the pompous and silent stuff popping up, that mouth.
Forget the old days, I'm a fine snail now.
"Restore that... you're gonna hurt one day!
"There you go - me and your sister's buddies. I don't feel like someone else."
Thank you. They seem to like you.
I could be more than Barney, and Heather wrapped my fluffy cheeks with both hands.
"Heather, let's solve only one of your misunderstandings. I'm not a cat, just a cat doing our mane, and this form is cat human, original. Look, cats are the first, and cats are the next."
I have no choice. Let Heather be our collaborator in Nyanish.
The tart is night shaped, and its commercial pattern, limited time to come into contact.
If they poke a knife over and over again, one day you might make a mistake.
"Hmm... I don't care where it is"
"I don't care. I'm not a cat."
"You, I knew you couldn't just give in there..."
I can't give it away. Otherwise, we cats become a painful breed of cat mane.
"You're protecting Liseri! Then Mr. Electrum is on my side! Thanks for saving that kid, I'm so grateful. Whoa!
"You're welcome. Now, am I a cat, or a cat human?
"I'm persistent, you..."
As a friend of Liseri's, it doesn't seem a lie to have a strong sense of gratitude for me.
Staring straight at Mr. Cathuman, she had a smile of joy and gratitude.
"I look forward to buying you again, Mr. Electrum the Cat Human! I'm gonna wrap it up right now, and I'm gonna carry the heavy ones over here!
"Then I'll give you my people. Ha... Now I finally have a load on my shoulder..."
Me and Tart bought seeds for Heather the florist and numerous horticultural tools to go back to the antiques shop in Old Town.
"Oh, Mr. Yakuza's in a bit of trouble!
"Oh, shut up already! You're the one who's provoking that yakuza!!
But Heather said it back.
Tart is my old sister, so she says it doesn't matter.
● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎
Back then, on the inside bunk...
"Ahhh... there, ahhh, ahhh... ♪ ♪ And more, please, ahhh, Ars... ♪"
She said there was a nasty voice leaking mixed with comfort.
"Huhuhuhuhu... here or here...? See, it's so much already..."
"Oh no, please don't show me, it's embarrassing, it's..."
Sources were Alstromeria, the Lily Daffodil knight, and Sister Cookles.
The time is past noon, with some Bernie-led architectural work and the majority paying outside.
"Come on... we're on the other side next... Um, by the way, Ku, is this something that feels so good?
Looks like Ars had a knee pillow on Sister Cookles.
No. Let's be specific. Ars was cleaning Cookles' ears. Cat, the ear hole of the person with the.
"Huh... Huh... Huh... ♪ Don't make me say that..."
"Well, it would be more rewarding for me if you could raise your voice so colorful. Look, Mr. Coo, turn around your neck."
"Yes ♪ This, when Mr. Cat returns, I might give it to you from me... Ah, uh, yes, all of a sudden, hiccup, hiccup...]"
No, I can do it by myself, so don't worry.
I wouldn't even make such a weird voice like you...
"Mr. Ku, I know it feels good, but give me a few more voices please... If anyone asks, we'll be misunderstood..."
Sister Cookles' cat ears were unnecessarily sensitive besides hearing.
I'll tell you without misunderstanding, no other cat human would raise such a sweet voice. Because it's the part of my ear that I don't want to be touched as hard as possible.