Levelmaker

I made some money today.

Tomorrow is the day to take Lil to the guild and become an adventurer, as promised.

I really would have liked more, more rest... but the recovery is also unusual once I can eat dinner. Uh, and most importantly, because I seem to be free... okay...?

Still, Lil has some concerns about getting out in public.

... I don't like the fact that my beast ears are missing.

The tail was a skirt, and the slave tattoo didn't seem to care because he could hide it with his clothes sleeves, but his ears still bothered him.

Her confidence is clear, yes, I didn't say it, but every time we talk outside, she tries to snort the beast ears of those who don't, so it's speculation from that.

I won't tell you what I want you to do from me, that I won't encourage you.

That's why I bought Lil a red turban.

Isn't the wolf a little sprinkled with a red scarf?

"I'm home."

"Welcome back, your husband. I'm telling you this morning, tomorrow is a good day for me to be an adventurer! The werewolves have pretty good motor nerves. I'm sure I can help."

Lil jumped out of his bet when I bought it.

I can deduce from the fact that I have my beast ear standing pean and my tail swinging like a dog is a little tight on my skirt.

"Right, what about the main types as adventurers? So far, I'm supposed to be a wizard..."

"I'm thinking about being a warrior. I've never fought anything before, but since my father was a wooden man, I can only handle axes."

"You use an axe... is it dangerous?

"It's okay. Don't you think I'm human? Not only werewolves... but beasts in general can be powerful."

With Lil's fine arms, I don't think he can gently wield an axe or anything heavy... I'm saying this, and the werewolves just said they have good motor nerves or something, maybe, they can handle it.

"Right... Then tomorrow, register as an adventurer and go buy axes and protective gear right away"

"Ah... well, you're going to make me spend my money.... I don't need protective gear. Your husband isn't spending money on protective equipment or anything, and I will."

"No, what if you get hurt?"

"Fine, now. I'm full of scratches, and now I have one... two more scratches that won't change."

With that said, I've suddenly turned my skirt and shown my thighs.

Just like when I looked chilly before, there were all sorts of scars and burn marks peeking this way.

I don't know what to give back about that wound, but...

In the meantime... I need to tell you that it is necessary not only to avoid injury, but also to avoid fatal injuries.

"What if I get a fatal injury? That's the kind of money it takes to cure an injury that's more expensive than protective equipment.

"Throw me away then"

This... throwing up this line every time is not going to heal.

Things about meals are healing.

Why, why would you say that? Nearly 10 times in the last three days, I've been somewhat cautious about that, excessive masochism.

"... I won't dump Lil. No matter how many times you say it, that doesn't change.... Come on, don't make me say it again and again"

"Oops...!? Sorry..."

When you get a little angry, you change your way of talking and your attitude.

This is also a habit that you've probably acquired along with becoming a self-inflicted personality.

You're obviously scared of something.

"... uh, what is it? Little by little, let's cure that, shall we? Huh?"

"Yeah... yeah, you are. If your husband says so, I will. … but it's easier to move without protective equipment."

"Well, make it lighter."

"... yeah. I'm sorry, let me spend the money"

One paragraph of the story...?

Much more air, more and more.

I need to change... right, give me a headscarf.

"Hey, Lil. By the way, I bought this because I thought it would suit me..."

"What?... a headscarf?

"Oh, try to care about something, strangely missing ears - so... I don't know why I care..."

"Oh, were you found out?... Well, I don't really want to get out in public. I wonder if it would be more embarrassing than to stare at the tattoos of slavery from a large crowd."

"Really? Well, I bought it because I thought it was like that. Put it on and find it."

"Oh...... thanks"

Lil received a red scarf from me and wore it.

Um, pretty good. I don't feel bad.

"Wow... I'm scratchy... and I'm not sure how I look in the first place. Rather ugly.... but this is sex as a woman. Well... one thing I need to ask you. _____"

I'm going to look up at Mozimozi and this one.

History without her = For me at my age, this is pretty damaging.

... This, I must say, is adorable.

"You look great. Uh... the... cute... si imus"

"Let me finish... Oh, but cute? Really? I can't believe she's cute... hehe, ho, isn't she really ugly?

"Mirror... look at this."

"... this, I'm scared. The mirror... because... I haven't seen it in years... I try not to look when I take a bath..."

"Well, shall we try it together? If you don't like it, fine."

"... Then come with me..."

Me and Lil moved in front of the sink and peered into the mirror together.

The mirror shows me with dumpling ears and a red headscarf... that... pretty girl...

"... I'm in the picture"

"Sort of."

"Your husband, you're so tall compared to me. head... one and a half different"

"... right. So, what do you think?"

"These red headscarves, they're adorable. Thank you so much."

"... I'm glad you're happy. Um... the headscarf looks cute because... um... the person wearing it is cute... and..."

"... hehe. Thank you, master. Even if it's a lie... even if it was true. I'm so, so happy."

We left in front of the sink, and then spent the day talking.