Living in different worlds (no chanter) - The Yufuwa Talent Dispatch Life of the Regenerating Wizard

In a play I went to last week, I saw Laura Sleira, a former military researcher from Wang Du.

I've never seen anyone in the lab in a theater before.

Even in the play I went to yesterday, I saw her.

Maybe she likes to play a lot too.

And even today, she's sitting in a seat nearby.

What a coincidence.

After all, is she, too, a play-loving person?

Nevertheless, it is a great coincidence that we meet three times in a row in the same theater...

Coincidence...

Is this really a coincidence?

Mr. Sleira and I had a clear eye.

"That's an odd encounter (...), Schenker"

After the play, she talked to me in the theater lobby.

Mr. Sleira has a trouser style that boasts an even body, stabbing an example honorary discharge sabel on her hips.

The usual soft eyelids go hand in hand with the long, loosely inner curled hair of gold, giving the impression of being extra soft.

Mr. Sleira on holiday has a very different vibe than on a weekday.

"Yeah, it's an odd encounter (...). Did Mr. Sleira like the play?

"I didn't even have time for that when I was in the military, but honestly, I've had plenty of time since I got here. To spread the word."

Saying, she keeps getting closer and closer.

At the age of 21 on my eight, 20 centimeters taller than me, she looked down at me with rugged eyes.

"I've got plenty of time."

"Oh really..."

"In your spare time."

"Ha ha..."

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The silence and gaze were hard and I accidentally opened my mouth.

"Um, why don't I show you around town if I can?

"Well, that helps."

Nod loudly and slap me gently on the back.

A decorative string of her hips hit the sheath of the sabel, making a dull noise with the chin.

I was honestly confused.

I can only think of one reason why she approached me as a student.

Yes, the Demon Crystal Plant Project.

But if you're an inside man about my evil (...), you wouldn't have such a bad approach.

I don't normally do inside detectives in the first place.

Because there is no protest from anybody when Kaji blows up a suspicious civilian wizard's house.

By and large, would an inside man go to a clothes store or something with a subject?

"What do you say?

"I think it fits well with Mr. Sleira's beautiful blonde hair"

"Preference?

"Is it mine?

"It's yours."

"Well, I prefer it."

"Well, then make it out of this cloth"

"I'm in awe"

Now I was choosing a cloth for Mr. Sleira's coat.

Three ladders in one coat.

What a blame bitter.

If you want to kill me, I want it to be easier soon.

I came to the Knights training center with Mr. Sleira, who said he wanted to see the armaments of this city.

But I sincerely regretted not avoiding this place by saying the right thing.

"Who's that Red Scale Dragon rider? That's a terrible arm."

"Rumor has it it it's a 'hotline' kusis? Four men in the Viscount Tatreno family."

He said, "If you're in the king's capital, you'll be riding a robot."

"That's terrible."

"What about the White Winged Dragon rider? That's better yet."

"That's Arcelica from 'Starscraps'. I'm the eldest daughter of Baron Tezion's family."

"It's a stardust that's going to yawn."

Mr. Sleira is complaining and has been watching the Knights training flight for much longer than two hours.

Her long blonde hair snaps at her nose sometimes.

It smells good, the wind is cold, the sun goes down, and sometimes the explosion makes the pebbles fly.

It's complicated emotion!

This is torture...

Just make it quick and easy for me!

"So, I said," If the enemy is in danger, if he's weak, he's alive. "

"I see."

"I kicked the platoon leader's ass and set up an assault on an enemy battleship. As the cannon descended, it scratched the enemy, reaching directly beneath the belly of the enemy ship that was floating in the sky, and scattered a burning blast line (Bukkatsu beam). What do you think happened?

"That's amazing."

"The enemy seemed to be stacking dragonstones in the bottom of the ship, repeatedly detonating them and turning them into two."

"I see."

"It's like fireworks, something we all laughed at as we struck a firefly bow into a falling foe soldier"

"That's amazing."

"That's when I got the Dog Eagle Medal with the Sword. You don't have 100 men in the Army in the past, do you?

"I see."

At a coffee shop near the school I moved to after watching the training, I was just a machine to repeat 'I see' and 'It's amazing'.

Drinking coffee and smoking deliciously, Mr. Sleira continues to speak with heartfelt pleasure.

Does this kind of thing differ from a man's 'used to be a walnut' pride?

No matter how many episodes you listen to, it doesn't seem like Mr. Sleira's list of medals will be filled.

Wouldn't pensions alone exceed Professor Marino's annual income?

I wonder how much this man has killed his enemies...

"You... you like the play, don't you?

"I see."

"What do you like these days?

"What!? Oh, is it a hot play lately......"

Suddenly it was my story, so my reaction was delayed.

Recent epidemics...... do we have to talk about it from the birth of the 'banished thing'?

All right, I'll talk to you as clearly as I can.

"There was a screenwriter called Medzias, and a genre play called 'The Exile Thing' created by that person is popular. This was kicked out of the big dye shop. The masterpiece" Man upstairs in the basement "is the source, though, that naiveté actually held the key to the store's management. The" Exile Things "that are now being made in fashion were diverse, ranging from exile from the aristocracy and school to exile from adventurer parties at the end of the day..."

"Mezzias..."

Mr. Sleira, who smoked, leans upper-left with a cloudless eyeball in mind.

"What's wrong with Mr. Mezias?

"Wasn't he a room dweller at the Count Warren house?

"Yes! Yes, it is! He's a tragic person who's been blamed for being so much of a play lover that he's been let out of the Count Warren's room!

"You've met him before, when he went to a party at Count Warren's house."

"What!? Is it true!? What was he like!? I'm a big fan!

Mr. Sleira didn't answer my question and slowly put out the cigarette fire.

I crushed an empty box of cigarettes and pointed out the window.

It was completely dark outside, and there was a golden moon floating in the sky.

"Let's talk about Medzias next. How about next week, after the play of that banishment thing?

"What!? I don't know...... okay. I'll make an appointment."

"I asked for it."

When Mr. Sleira handed him a piece of silver to serve, he stood up sassy.

And he leaned in my ear and whispered, 'It was fun today,' and he went away.

Me, I've been worried about the Medzias story and I might not get anything for a week...

I'm not torturing you like this.

I want it to be easier soon.