Revealed in the previous chapter
Electrum's efforts turned the lukewarm bath into real water.
Everyone inside rejoiced and threw a word of gratitude at him.
One day, aerial gardening will restart. He worked hard, mainly with the women and all cats except Clay, to finally complete the garden.
The garden was also grafted with mysterious roses, silopian roses, and everyone dreamed of an early summer visit.
Then another evening in the dining room, Madrid's cello, and Ars's violin performances make for a buzz.
In the meantime, Catfish watched and eavesdropped on people from the shadows.
They said Jog and Liselli exchanged promises to take a bath together.
Accepting Carl's wish, Patia decided to pray to the labyrinth that she wanted a boy toy this time.
Xyreel told Electrum what he meant.
He wanted Princess Halcyon to be the flag for defeating the evil king Salazar, but watching Princess Halcyon live happily inside makes him feel dull.
The opposing Electrum was against her leaving the inside and throwing herself into the fight.
Barney suddenly picks up the spot when dinner is missed that day.
Exposing that he had stopped construction that mixed baths were the opposite, he created a process by majority to decide whether to separate men and women or mixed baths.
The result is a majority mixed bath affirmation. Cat Human puts out a helpship on Barney's pinch by Angry Horrix.
This provided a folding compartment for the bath, which was decided to be a mixed bath other than the time between evening and dinner.
But Barney's sketchy mind never stops.
After the bath partition is complete, the sketchy old man dives into the crate in the bathroom of mixed bath time.
I glance at the nudity of Madrid, who was ambushing me from inside that box, cluttered by the excitement and the heat of the confined space, not knowing the man.
In the end, however, Madrid found out and escaped, and the crate was immediately removed by the cat humans consulted the next day.
Enough, please, Bernie...
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Second Nekotanland disturbance
Does Matatabi dream of a demonic cat?
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32-1 Hidden Journey of Cats and Horses
Everything looks different in the woods you see from the horses on Piccolo's horse.
Behind the woods, which cannot be seen from the back length of a cat human, or the ups and downs beyond, can easily be seen, and even the sky feels close to it.
Now the Piccolo hives had stepped on the soil of the woods, and carried me to Cascade Hill in a light gallop.
Not such a smart horse.
My manipulation of this and the manipulation of the manipulation was limited to the extent that I avoided contact with the monsters of the forest.
"You're in trouble mutually silent...... Whoa, excuse me, but let's take a detour."
Piccolo lifted up a small candle and glanced at me with a quiet side.
They still seem to like it. As I gently stroke her neck and back of her head, my mild gallop accelerates.
Well, I suppose it's time you guessed, but let me explain the current situation.
Right now, outside the hiding place, there are a lot of different forces, a lot of different prospects.
So this time you have chosen me and my covert actions in Piccolo.
The knights Alstromeria and Inucht Lovray wanted to accompany them, but only this time they had to say no.
We do not know what unexpected trouble the clashes between the killers and the Kingdom of Bern in the northern Gigas line will cause. We should have been cautious getting here.
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Is there another half to Cascade Hill?
I was just about to take a break and found something just right.
"Mr. Piccolo, if you'll excuse me, this way. … thank you, I'll fly a little please note"
When she looked back at me (Piccolo), the white cat flew to a tree nearer to the horse.
The aim is not that tree. As a scaffold for a triangle jump, I slashed Sarnasi's knife off with a rapier in a place I would never normally reach.
Then Piccolo turned from a horse to a hound.
And it came to pass, when I stood up, that Mr. Piccolo, who had laid a seal of Sarnassi, was in front of me.
When she receives it, she stares at the fruit of Sarnasi, which has borne much fruit.
"Burl......"
"It's about getting just the right thing, let's get some rest"
I took three of those little fruits and gave them to Mr. Piccolo and they were gone in just one bite.
I also carried one into my mouth to check the taste, I see it is still sour.
"It's a little sour, but you seem perfectly fine..."
Mr. Piccolo raised his grubby to sweeten it and told me to give it more.
Let me thank you for carrying me so far, and I shall give all the rest to Mr. Piccolo.
"You should get more edible cereals and vegetables if you get to the baron. Good luck with one more breath."
Instead of responding, Mr. Piccolo rubs his face against cat human fur.
... From here on out is my wild guess, she might have looked like she'd met the baron.
Oh, by the way, I'm not using anti-gravity today.
Once you're a little closer to Cascade Hill, you'll need to be careful and keep your latent magic hide active at all times, like a warm-up.
"Oh, hey, Mr. Piccolo, which suddenly...?
"Blew, blew..."
By the way. I told you to get some rest, shouldn't you have given me the baron's name?
Mr. Piccolo will put me on the sidewalk of the woods.
Apparently he wanted to lead me to the back of the woods, and as he proceeded, he stopped his legs and watched this one chase him.
"Oh...... Is this unusual, wild rose?"
Piccolo rocked the tail of chestnut hair well. There was a flock of wild roses, blooming pink flowers.
At its very core, there was a small demonic stone growing, and it was speculated that it sucked its magic as a nutrient and blossomed mad.
Then did you rush me just to watch? Mr. Piccolo is less expensive.
"Is this a gift for Ars?
But apparently not, she shook her neck sideways and denied it.
"Different. Well, you're not telling me it's me, are you?
I knew it, but that didn't seem right either.
Horses, along with nothing, have protested with their forelegs raised.
"Huff... I'm just kidding. There is no other person besides Ars who you would like to send flowers to."
"Brrrrrr......!
Waving her beautiful chestnut-haired tail again, Mr. Piccolo seems to have been in a better mood.
Because even the lashes come to me, and they chew my shoulders with joy.
"Ask Baron Henry to make it a bouquet. And what about you and the Baron to Patia?
"Brrr, brrr..."
Piccolo is a really good horse.
She was in an even better mood, and then she never got tired of sliding that side of me.
Well, that's how it was.
Picking a pink little, cute wild rose that seemed delightful to the woman, me and Piccolo then reestablished for Cascade Hill.
No horse is this smart and dear in the world. Piccolo is Ars - no, Princess Halcyon was also a natural famous horse to fall in love with.