Magic Gems Gourmet

When I woke up, it was still dim out the window.

The early morning sky is covered in rugged colour, and the windows open and a little cold wind enters.

Then, at the same time, two wooden spirits showed themselves.

"Um? World Tree, are you like old times?

"It's happening! Sister! The world tree is like old times!

"... what are you talking about in the morning?"

"Once upon a time! It's just like old times!

"Yes! It's the same as when we traveled together!

"No, I'm not traveling."

Hearing the answer, the twins swell their cheeks and fly around Ain with a musty face.

"Oh, hey!?

"I don't even know! World Tree, you're a liar, just like Pixie the liar!

"I'm coming to see you because you lied to me!

What an inexplicable story.

Just like when I come, Ain't dropping off another wooden spirit that suddenly flies away again.

... the stretched arm drooled without force.

"No, I don't know why..."

In the meantime, he woke up, and Ain walked away from his bed to the sink.

Wash your face gently and put it through the changed shirt I had prepared last night.

Unexpectedly, a status card fell out of his chest pocket.

"Wow... I'm still bugged"

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You know what? You know what? You know what?

[JOB] Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi, Yi

[Level] 839

[Health] 29411

[Magic] 2335

[Attack] 1848

[DEF] 2953

[Agility] 1572

[Skills] "

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But this, too, soon returned the description as usual.

Ain't no particular concern, Ein puts his status card in his chest pocket.

I stretched out my back and leaked my voice, pouring water from the drain into the glass and drinking it all at once. It was too early for me to do my errands.

"Come on, let's get this job done"

And one shrugs, Ain't leaving the room.

I asked him to bring breakfast to the service I met along the way, and with a light foothold I headed to the office.

- - The sun gradually rises.

Outside the window, little by little, I heard a man's business.

The sound of the wind in the birds' voices, their work in the quiet office is more than usual.

I'm too focused to know how long I've been working. Ain't got no time to think about it, so he got back to work.

The office door was knocked just before lunch time.

"Yes?"

In reply, Katima and Chris stepped in.

And Marco came a few steps late.

"It's me! The first princess came to see me before the wedding!

"Ah, Master - Katima...... Mr. Ain said he's at work!

Only Marco is quiet as the two speak in a lively manner.

Shut your mouth and don't even look like you're talking about anything.

As soon as I entered the room, I went to Ain. As always, I bowed my head deeply.

"Nyah... a, ein... is that right?

"You know, all of a sudden, I think about that face."

The expressions of the two were somehow stained with surprise, their eyes dotted, and their mouths half-opened.

"What's wrong with my face? I wash it properly."

"Shit, no! I don't know... I don't know! Hard to put into words and good minutes, but the majesty of the king? Something like that was leaking!

"I felt the same way. More than usual, Ein feels like he's on a cloud."

".................. Chris. Hey."

"Yes?

When Ain does the call, Chris approaches Ain with a tot.

Ain reaches out to her head as she stands next door.

"Same as usual, see?"

"Huh... hi, I'm so happy to say so modestly... yes..."

Chris seemed a little nervous.

As he was gently stroked, Chris felt his usual Ain.

"But! Earlier Ain was like a holy painting of a national treasure!

"Uh... Huh?

"That's what Ain looked like earlier. The light that plugs in from outside the window, the pristine appearance to the desk."

"Well, I had a similar feeling."

"From me, first of all, it feels like a holy painting."

"Don't you know? It's decorated in a treasure trove. It's about a big painting."

"Sorry, I've only been to the treasure trove a couple of times. What kind of painting is that?

Katima flutters back on the couch and relentlessly throws the tea treats she had prepared into her mouth.

Never rush Ain't looking for an answer. Because if you hurry, you must get involved in trouble.

- The Holy Painting depicts His Majesty the First.

"Heh... such a painting. But wouldn't it be disrespectful if I lay my first sire on top of me?

"It's nothing like that, is it? Instead, Ain't the rebirth of His Majesty the First (,,,,,) - If you say so, I can answer" I see, "and do it."

"Ha. What, are you praising me for that?

"That's niña. Not too loud, but I don't think Ain't lost the feat he's made."

It's a story I can't really say out loud, but Chris is nodding out loud again too.

"If I say this in front of Marco, he'll be pissed off."

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Marco put in between for a few seconds.

Naturally, Katima was nervous. I was just wondering if it would piss me off.

But that anticipation goes a long way.

"I have no objection"

Speaking out with a full grin, he heads next to Ain.

He approached with a light foothold where everyone couldn't open their mouths to surprise.

Especially Katima is distracted and her mouth is puckered open and closed.

"I beg your pardon while on duty. Master Silvard is calling for Master Ain. Actually, I took a trip to tell you about this."

"Oh, oh... okay. Then those two..."

"Master Katima wants to take a break. Cristina is their patron."

Hearing the reply, Ein frowned almost instantly and looked at Katima.

"Why did you choose a place to rest here, that wasting cat?"

Already Katima doesn't see Ain, she's stuck on the couch.

Chris looked at Ain with sorrow and Ain told him not to worry about it and he was stroked in the head again.

As always, it exposes the joy that even a strong wind, if it's a tail, is likely to cause.

"Where's Grandpa?

"Waiting in the courtyard. Master Laralua is waiting for you too. Perhaps for the first time in a long time you'd like to take your time with the tea."

Even if it's a welcome talk, it's a job-inclusive story.

Ain, standing out of his chair, leads Marco to the door.

"Chris, keep an eye on Mr. Katima."

"Yes! I'll take care of it!

"Nha, nya...... ugh!? I'm not gonna make a scene!

Finally, he grinned softly, and Ein and the others left the office behind.