Magic Gems Gourmet

It wasn't long before I went into bed and let go of consciousness.

It was still a busy day and an indispensable day on the subject, including unlocking the crate that it was given to me by the Elf's head, in addition to the fact that I had decided to be able to go see Serra.

- - The area is surrounded by small tall hills and blue lawns covering the whole area.

I should've slept with you, but how could you be in here?

It was Ain with a question mark, but I realized I remember this sight.

"What is this place..."

Long ago, ancient times dating back even further than the war.

It is a view of a time before Ishtarika was still a united nation, a time when the king's capital in modern times was still untouched and meadows were spreading along a strip.

Same as when I saw it in that world, but I can't see everyone's tent stationed there.

Turn around, just one thing.

The only tent Ain used is there.

"... why not?"

Those are demonic props made by Sylvia, so they perform better than the average modern dwelling.

If you go to the country town, there will be a mansion inferior to that tent.

So, there's one of those tents, why are they left behind?

In the first place, how can you be in such a realistic dream?

Let's just go get it.

It's my tent anyway, and I don't hesitate to step in.

It's quiet, isn't it?

He was sitting down in the chair by the round table placed inside, Shannon.

For some reason the treasure chest that Elf's chief had given him was also placed there, poking her cheek wand, she reached for the other hand that was empty, and with her fingertips, a tung, and a box attached.

"What is this place?

"It's not the tent you were using yourself, did you forget?

"I know, but this space means something."

It's my house, isn't it?

I see, isn't it concise and easy to understand?

Because this is the inside of Ein's spirit.

"Couldn't you?

"There's no way I can think of that."

I don't mind you liking it, but what about fulfilling it and living in an environment?

Perhaps this world is the one built by Shannon, and at last it should be the environment created inside the spirit because he resides in Ain because of his absorption of demonic stones and is beside him because of his family skills.

Then it seems like we could live a more modern life and pursue convenience......

"I'm good here."

Shannon opens his mouth knowing Ain's thoughts.

"This is my house... because this is the first place I've ever felt that way"

In the world created by Selah, Shannon forgave his heart to others (Ain) for the first time.

Exposing weakness, bonded warmer than resentment.

It is no exaggeration to say that we have gained a place for the first time in an address we have made in the past Kingsland where we have taken our feet together.

"Well, what am I suggesting?"

"Oh, it's innocent. Why do you have to look out for Ain's room in the castle?

"Honestly, I think you can do whatever you want, for now."

Ain lowered his back to the seat directly opposite Shannon.

"Come to think of it, I think Shannon's tent was standing right next to me, wasn't this my tent?

"... could it have been?

"Well, when I got home, I was immersed in raviola like every day, and something similar."

"I'm telling you, he rented Ain's bed on his own, too."

Ain't laughing bitterly that I was busy while I was away.

I've told you so many times, you don't have to use it to your liking.

That's fine because he said it in that world too, but while he was away, besides his thoughts, he had contacts between Shannon and Raviola.

"Can I finally ask you two or so?

"Yeah, go ahead."

"I want to know why I'm here and why this box is here."

"The former is decided because I wish I had come."

"............... and the latter, by the way?

"I just didn't like the fact that it was outside the mosquito net, so I just thought about it on the outside and built it.... what the hell, that's what I'm talking about!

Momentum up well on the desk in a relaxed manner, arms up and look at Ain.

Back to back with a flashy look, it looks like a girl somewhere.

Then, I caught a glimpse of her vegan expression in the ups and downs of her emotions.

"Mmm."

Second, Ain reached out.

"What?"

"So, hands"

Without waiting for a proper Shannon reply, Ain took her hand half forcefully.

The box in front of me was different from the real thing. The lock was also re-attached.

"Hey, hey!

"Fine, fine. It'll be over soon."

"So! It's too fast!

I try to touch the lock but nothing changes and there are no signs of it coming off. Speaking of unusual things, about the fact that Shannon was uplifting him bright red from his neck muscle to his cheek.

I mean, there's no special change.

"Huh!"

Shannon who suddenly punches his body, but the fruit, only the force at hand, is loose.

It's as if he was just being honest there so Ain't let him go.

"You can't take it."

"Naturally! This is a fake... the only thing that's the same is the look!

"Oh, that's what it feels like"

Even so, it is not certain if it will come off.

"... obnoxious"

Suddenly, what's wrong?

"Get upset! Ha! How could you suddenly...!

"No, I don't care if they upset me."

But as always, there's no sign of you taking your hands off yourself.

The fact that the lock didn't come off eventually releases her hand from Ain, but she quickly points her lips at dissatisfaction and turns that way, even as she sits back in her seat.

Also, I poked my cheek cane like the first one.

"I was going to tell you how the locks work, but I don't know"

Maybe you know something about this crate?

Seems so from the context.

(Whatever)

In front of her strangely infidel rotten, Ain kept her body deep behind the back of her chair.

Shannon's toe, hidden from under the table, swings with pleasure, the opposite of what it looks like on the surface.

If I were to point that out, this time I would be in a bad mood.

- - A cool breeze came in from the entrance to the tent.

Grasshopper scent. The smell of a slightly mixed tide.

Quiet, the more calm you seem to fall asleep with your eyes closed.

In retrospect, I feel like I even worked for a nap in the world that Serra made.

- - Saa... and the sound of the wind stroking the meadows.

Even just being quiet like this was cozy here.

How many minutes, or what would be enough?

That we're not telling each other anything, for a while. Shannon, who was pointing that way, also turns his face back at all times, letting him play with his fingertips and throw himself in a quiet time.

Ein was Ain, too, and he didn't do anything notable to look out the tent occasionally, but still, he was spending no time defying the time going slowly.

"It's an old mechanism."

Second, I say that she has no choice.

"Once upon a time, it was developed with reference to the rooting of dry ads. If you combine the magic of a man and a woman, and it doesn't precipitate, and the magic of each other doesn't revolt against each other, you open it."

"Heh... such magic props..."

"Must have locked him up with an elf that he married."

"Maybe, and then I wonder if I can open it."

"If you have something you don't want me to touch, you just have to."

Ein briefly replied, "I think so," when he heard the reply.

Shannon's face is a little lonely.

Outside the mosquito net, that's certainly what he should have said, and his fingertips were stretched to the tablet at some point.

... Given her predicament, the word outside the mosquito net is also deep in Ain's mind and pierces him hard.

"This lock won't open?

"I told you earlier, this is fake, so I can't"

"Ma, no. There's no harm in trying."

Shannon's hand was grappled with without consent, as earlier.

Now lay your hands on them before you utter any words, and carry them to the locks.

"Were you listening to me properly? I don't know how many times I've tried it, but it's not gonna open, is it?

But unlike earlier, she was calm.

I shook my body for a moment, but now it doesn't defy Ein's hand, but rather it also looks like the wind that is doing well to be forced.

(Won't it open?)

Outside the mosquito net, the fact of feeling alienated floats in the back of my brain and I can't leave.

It seemed pitiful, I'm not saying it was sympathetic.

I just want to do something for her if there's anything she can do.

But the locks don't open, they don't come off.

… is what it would have been if it had been normal.

For example... suppose Ein was coming up with another way...

"No, I'll open it."

There is no convenient means to remove the lock. In the end, this chest is fake, because it merely mimics its appearance.

But just saying that doesn't come off in the normal way - -.

"Here."

"... Shh."

It's coming off.

"Duh, how could you take it off!

I am a brain muscle, but I am a force mover.

I just turned my finger on the part where the lock got caught and hid it in the back of my hand and threaded it off. No way. It's just a force move, but it doesn't make a difference that it's open.

It was hard because it was a demon prop in real life, but not so hard as to struggle with anything else.

What Shannon wanted was assurance that Ain and Magic weren't rebelling.

It could have been such a shock that you couldn't recover if you were rebelling.

The despair would not have been expressed in the words, now that Serra had been told in the world she had made, that she was absolutely on her side, that she had saved herself.

Because it was fake, I was relieved that I couldn't try it.

"But I can't seem to take the two off together, why?

"I'm sure it's because I was adding it later to protect it strictly - not! I heard how you could unlock it!

"Because our magic wasn't revolting, I don't know the details."

"... let me see the tablets."

"Oh, no."

"Just show me!

"I can't, 'cause this is already happening."

He is gripped hard and hard, showing off things that have lost their shape as locks.

"- Liar."

Shannon with her eyes narrowed and her lips pointed again.

From the tension person who created the treasure chest, as soon as he calms down, he can see the means to disarm it.

The proud glossy red hair gently stroked her rich chest.

He clenched his hands on his knees and pointed his tight eyes at Ain.

But I haven't been able to hide the joy.

The ends of the pointed lips were loose and the eyelids slightly lowered.

"I never lied to you when I was born."

"Yes, yes, do you realize that's a lie already?

"I mean it though."

"Ha.................. that's enough, I don't care if you think it sounds like Ain"

Shannon rests his elbows on the table, keeping his body and looking up at Ain.

"I'm lost in the use of my previous reward. Can you think together if there's any good use for it?

It was a sudden suggestion, but I recall that thanks in the name of rewards accumulate in two parts.

Ain, who wanted to return the favor as soon as he could, nodded right back to Shannon's suggestion.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

The next morning, he woke up. Ain't been able to remember when he was asleep. All I could remember was that Shannon and I talked until nightfall in that spiritual world.

I don't know the time interval well, but I sleep well.

I also had enough sleep and my eyes were clearly open.

"Okay."

Looking at the time, around ten in the morning.

Waking up later than usual, but it is decided to do it.

First I did my best, gently moistened my throat, and then left the room.

Remember to have the chest you had on the table at that time.

Ein heads down the stairs with his legs intact, greeting different Kingsguard knights and servants, and eventually plugs into the stairs to Katima's underground lab.

There was some disturbance last night, and I'm afraid to look inside the lab.

But when I was able to open the chest, I felt exhilarated.

"Mr. Katima, are you there?

I knocked and rang.

"If you don't care about the footsteps, you can come in!

"... ooh, ooh"

When I opened the door, that was certainly worse than before cleaning, like Martha said.

But on a sofa seated in the center of the room, Katima looks fluffy and good at it for some reason.

"You've come this far, and I don't care anymore."

It was the frontier of giving up. It also looks a little far-eyed.

Ein makes such a happy report to Katima.

First approach the table in front of the couch and place the crate.

"Locks, they're both open."

With that said, she jumped with her eyes shining.

"Was it worth blowing up the magic props!?

"No. It doesn't matter."

"I'll open it! Hooray! Let's see!

Ein was wary and thought he should open it carefully......

Unfortunately, or are you treading okay, Katima opened the chest without worrying.

Then - what was inside.

"... nya, here?

It was a piece of old parchment that showed itself.