Magic Gems Gourmet

The sun also falls faster, and if you look up, you are wrapped in a pitch-black sphere.

Ain went back to the mansion a little earlier than planned and got a moment's rest for his official duties left at night - Krone, who had already done his job early, would accompany him, secretly feeling better and loosening his cheeks.

- Just before I left the mansion.

I see Martha walking on the table with an irresistible frustration in their eyes.

"What's wrong, Mr. Martha?

"Ko, this is Master Ain... I can't actually see Master Katima... When you were on business, it seemed like you were out of the window and out of town."

"... I'm sorry about something"

I covered my face with shame in my body.

"Without escorts, too, is that it?

"No, I'd prefer the kind of question Master Krone says, but it looks like he's headed under Master Chris, picking up the Kingsguard knight on the way..."

"That's it? Then we should just go to the jar where Chris is."

"... it says, 'I'm going with the Kingsguard to where Chris is, the festival is calling me!' Only. I mean, as it stands, Chris seems to be being pulled by Katima as well."

"So you're missing, Rikai..."

If she thinks she's got a hand in her nostalgia, she hands Ain a bunch of paper like multiple flyers.

"Behavior like today when you say your plans are packed. Sometimes that's just me and the limits are close, and I've prepared these things by hand. How about that? I'm confident in sketches, too."

- "I'm looking for a kid who's run away. If you see someone, please tell them to the nearest knight."

I was licking it off the title, but I can tell Martha's anger is breaking the limit just by looking at her blue muscles and black grins.

Underneath is a larger portrait of Katima, written in a neat letter to the effect that she disappeared during her official duties, and Ain soaked in the mood that she should distribute it all over town.

Looking at her fiancée standing next to her, I could totally agree to it, but I know how it feels - the thought conveyed to Ain.

A tribute to the First Princess remained for her troubled appearance of leaning down her laughing little neck.

"Martha's a good painter, isn't she?"

"Thank you, Dear Ein. I've painted about Master Katima many times, so it's pretty much something you're used to, isn't it?

(Why did you write it so many times...)

While the hidden black history bothered me, Ein missed a few pieces of that paper.

"I'll hand it out to the Kingsguard knight who's supposed to be on guard. A Kingsguard knight opponent wouldn't be ashamed of Mr. Katima either. - Or I need a sermon because I got out of my official business and went out to play."

"... yeah, thank you very much"

- Eventually, a short walk out of the mansion, Krone walking next door peeks into Ain's face.

"Are you sure? Wouldn't Master Katima be mad at you?

"If you get angry, you'll be twice as angry, and you'll let Maneater keep an eye on you and make you do official business."

"... that just doesn't seem to escape."

"Right?"

Next to him walking lightly, Krone nodded that he had no choice but to do just today, and she tangled her arms with nature, Ain.

How about something like a coincidence when you're on official business? But with her arms tangled, she can do that, so she should keep the right distance when she goes out on the boulevard.

The escort has Marco.

Don't let him look distracted, but if you say a word "Marco," he'll come next door and break his knee during the blink.

A glimpse of the losing and shining stars of Strom in the moonlight, Ein talks about his next official destination.

"Hey, the last time you left me with an easy job,"

"I adjusted it. Because I wanted it to be easier when I got home near the mansion."

"... thanks to you."

"Pfft. I am an aide to His Royal Highness the King."

What's ahead of you two walking is an orchard.

Experimental orchards stuck in words and on the back, the planted trees can only count with two hands. Every tree planted has received Ain's word (,,), and the fruit that results is commercially available is out of step with it in size and taste.

The management of fruit to make it a specialty of Strom is concerned by the Augusto Chamber of Commerce and leading Strom figures.

There are no other prominent buildings on the streets where the mansions are located, leading mainly to areas lined with aristocratic mansions on the main road.

Proceeding on a cobblestone unlike any other street lined up on the edge, and just quietly spending time like a walk at night, the two eventually head out onto the streets of the aristocratic city and approach a destination a little off.

Today, when the first snow falls in Wangdu, the cold skin-soaking weather is the perfect excuse for the two of us to lean over.

Sometimes these days it reopens more than before to bring the distance closer, but for these reasons it is still comforting.

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When I say official business in the orchard, I mean to behave to the aristocrats who have taken the fruits that can be picked here from other cities.

Can't collect without Ein's permission, usually, Krone gave his permission as his understudy, but only today it was a festival, and Ein had his own legs because he could afford it.

Prince Wang himself - before that position, now the title of lord lives.

Finished the job, left the two of us and everyone left.

Ain reaches out a fantasy hand to the Baltic Tree and flies one fruit into the sky.

"Yes, go ahead"

When I took it, I offered it to Krone, next door.

"... can I take it personally?

"In the end, it's like my belongings - and because of that, why don't you eat one and go home"

This temptation attracts Krone with sweetness.

She wrapped herself happily with both hands and gently pressed her glossy lips against her as she carried them to her mouth. Take a bite and open your eyes for a moment. He blushes thinly on his cheeks with his second mouth and leaks a swinging exhale on his third mouth.

"It looks delicious and most importantly"

"... already!

"I don't have to be shy... that"

Second, Ain looked up at the fruit tree and noticed.

Leaves shake irregularly and notice signs of some organism.

"Looks like there's something here."

"Huh? You mean on a tree...?

"Yeah, what is it?"

Casa, following the rubbing sound of casa and dried tree leaves -.

”Heh, haha!"

I get two voices that I think are young girls. That voice from the top of the tree? The answer comes down under the surprised Ain.

"You lying world tree!

"And some lying pixies!

If you think an impact ran on your shoulder, Ein's shoulders were occupied by the little girl.

Wooden Spirit. Being nostalgic in the elves, Krone said, was nearby when Ein ran wild.

"Wow... it's been a while, but why are you here?

"I don't know! Ask your sister!

"I don't even know your sister! But I was playing in this town because there was a world tree!

"... I see"

You haven't seen it in over a year.

Krone, who was cheeking Baltic next door, also accidentally stops at the two wooden spirits.

"Kun-kun!

"Kun Kun......!

"Hey, what? What are you suddenly smelling?"

"It's Doriad!

"Wow! I lied about being human, Pixie, I became a Doriad!

Then, Ain's expression changed in his current words.

"I don't know much about the former, but do you know about Doriad?

"I know your sister too!

"I know! Doriad is the family of the World Tree! Amazing!"

I see, I don't know.

As usual, I don't know if I'm speechless, but it's as hard to explain them as before.

Ein looks at Krone and rejoices as she smiles bitterly at the words of "family".

"Speaking of which, maybe I should have asked Mr. Sylvia about the wooden spirit as well"

"Ah, if you ask me... Maybe he told me something."

Sisters of the Wood Spirit fly into the sky with two friendly people beside them.

Free and disgraceful everywhere is sure to remain the same.

"Hey sister! I've heard the name Sylvia!

"I have one too! Who is it?

"Hmm... I don't remember!

The tree spirit who went up to the fruit tree put his arms together and sat down on the twig and slammed his legs.

It lasts awhile to be out of hand.

Pun! Knock on your hand. Your sister looked at your sister.

"I remember -! My mom took him. I don't know, woman!

"I figured it out too! My mom was teaching me magic, little girl! Girl as small as my mom!

"... but I won't be around forever, Mom"

"Yeah. Mom, she's gone somewhere."

With a sad multiplication, the two let the fruit Ain brought to fruition wander through their cheeks.

Weather everywhere, yummy! and looked cheerfully at each other.