Manowa

"Already, Marlon. You, come on."

The palace stares at Maroon with sharp eyes.

Contact with bowflowers is blatant. Regardless of whether he was serious or playing, it was no longer my fault that the crack ran into the friendship with strange arousal. Then the palace sighed as Marlon drew his hand from the bowflower softly.

"You, they say you're Sakura. Don't weigh yourself a little. Totally."

"Haha" laughs as Marlon strays his gaze at the words. Sakura was abbreviated as a circle crusher, by the way.

"Because Miyako-chan. Bowflower is amazing. Something already feels like a tight spring. I'm not even the boy I've ever met."

"Is that a compliment?

"Bowflowers pack quite a bit of muscle while maintaining their shape. It's amazing, actually."

The wind nods. It is a practical specification that is specialized in fighting only in any way. It was also natural to feel reluctant as a side being sheltered. Bow flowers became huffy and doya faces, who apparently sensed they were normally praised for the words.

"I'm working out."

It feels like a doyer. Together, the flesh of the bowflowers that continued to work out, even after subtracting the benefit of increased stats due to increased levels, was extremely high in level.

Then I notice that I saw pointy ears from inside the hair of a bow and flower that the palace presses doomed.

"That... bowflower. What happened to those ears?

"Huh? Yeah, I was hiding it for once. Did you see it?"

That being said, when the bowflower paid off his hair softly, the ears that were inside were long and pointy compared to normal human things. Explain to the wind that the wind sounds nothing while Marlon and the palace are surprised about it.

"For once, the bowflower is now an elf called the Immortals. Doesn't look much different though."

"I mean, aren't you Japanese now, Bowflower?

"Um, I don't know."

A bowflower tilted his neck at Marlon's inquiry. I haven't changed my face in particular, but if I actually looked into it, I might not even call it pure Japanese. It should be noted that the Sen family is a species of elves who manipulate Senqi, but so far there are no opponents who can be mentored, so Bowflower was not able to develop their abilities in that regard.

After such an exchange, when the four wind sounds were flowering into the conversation, the wind sounds looked at the clock and then rose.

"That, what's with the wind noise?

"Mm-hmm. Time. I have somewhere to go today."

"Where are you going? Call people in."

When Zillow Tower and the wind sounds answered the palace's query, the two best friends, excluding the bowflowers, looked surprised. Both the Palace and Maroon watched the Zillow Tower on TV and knew it well.

It was a kind of status-symbolic building built in Ginza and owned by a clan of current prime ministers, and finally the shopping mall where the wind sounds are now also run by that clan.

Wind sounds were needed at the headquarters of the Labyrinth Exploration Division inside the Zillow Tower.

"Wind sounds. If you're in Exploration, should I come with you?

"No, Bowflower, talk to the Palace. This time, we're going to discuss the patent on the Machiners Soldier."

"... oh. That."

The Palace and Maroon tilted their necks at the exchange, but once they had the lab examine the robot of the setting called Future Weapons, the new technology was continually found and the situation was not a ton.

The wind noise was now in a position where there was no future anxiety in financial terms, even in this world, where only patents would bring money in. If that's what you want, it's possible for both of you to stay in the room for the rest of your lives playing games.

"It's a hassle with the process, but if we get some conversation together now, we'll have less difficulty later. Because I can make it easier for your mothers."

That being said, the wind sounded a farewell greeting to the three of them and headed straight to Ginza. And the wind noise reached the 78th floor of the Zillow Tower, the headquarters of the Labyrinth Exploration Division.

◎ Head Office, Labyrinth Exploration Division, 78th Floor, Zillow Tower, Tokyo

"Oops, are you here?"

When the wind sounded into the section chief's office and the fan room, the head of the organization just famous, he spoke to the wind as the fan glanced through the paperwork.

"Grandpa, do you still work today?

"Sort of. I'm an adult. I don't care what happens to a child."

"I asked the kids to use it because it was Grandpa."

"I know. I appreciate it, too. Well, I managed to catch the escaped rat, and the dungeon on the abandoned subway calmed down. The other three places are still noisy. If someone doesn't work, they could collapse all at once, like this one, and we can't stay alert yet."

"Are you okay with us not moving?

There is less interest in other dungeons than before as wind sounds that were unproductive in the deepest part of the dungeon, but I was willing to respond if I needed help. But the fan shakes its neck to the side.

"I don't have a problem at the moment. Auri's got you moving. He's brilliant. It's really helpful."

Fan ratings for Auri seemed very high. Auri, who was also an honorary student in that world, seems to be perceived here as a well done person, both in character and ability.

"Later, they pushed the crew from land. I want bowflower umbrellas. I don't know, but he said something about a change in his life... I'm a little scared. Why is that so short? Did you even brainwash with your skills?

"I didn't do it with my skills. I want to know how it happened."

It was also the true sound of the wind. There are some desires to improve, but it is the seeds of concern that the bow flowers at the heart do not care much.

He seemed to feel it was a wonderful thing to have someone to talk to, even an old man, about a trauma that got away with a period of too much fear.

"They're the ones who went deep into the dungeon. It's a grade M4, so I don't know how not to take it."

"Grade?"

"It's an indicator of anaser-world relations. I divide it by the degree of contact. The eagle is M7. You and Bowflower are top of the Grade M10."

That includes King Carla. M10 is a grade defined for those who are equal to or greater than the Demon King, which was assumed for once only.

"Hmm. Oh, give me a hanko on this paperwork. My lawyer told me."

"Which. Oh, that robot guy. Sounds like a lot of trouble to me."

"Really?

"Ma'am, it's this way that I gave you permission, and there's nothing you care about. Just stop seeing each other in person. There are a lot of bugs from the outside these days. It's safest not to know your identity."

Fan says so and laughs bitterly. The leakage of information on the wind sounds is a dead end issue for fans. If I hadn't passed my own child's person in between...... fans would sweat cold.

"And. Back that way. After all, the palace office replied that it was difficult at the moment. I'm pretty sure it's a straight sentence from Kikuna."

"Dear Chrysanthemum... you're a man of God"

A person named Kikuna. It was a bargaining terminal (communicator) to go through God with the same people as Norman and others.

In this world, too, God exists apart from religious things, and the Japanese government was in a position to hide it, Windy said.

"Yeah, they say it's impossible to connect with that one at least at the moment. They're just temporarily disconnected from the rest of the world, so they're going back inside... so we don't even know what time it is."

But you're going back.

"It seems so. It's just... honestly, God has a strange sense of time. It's a hundred years away, and you're denying it."

Then the fan continues and opens its mouth.

"However, as you asked, there may be more possibilities for creating a new dungeon than waiting."

"Really?"

The wind sounded himself up and the fan nodded with a slight frown.

"It takes time to connect naturally, but for piercing myself I'm talking about... He still doesn't know how long to open it until it's stable enough to connect."

"Then, depending on the time of year, you say it will be wasted?

"Maybe so. Even if I use your own cardiac sphere, I don't know..."

The wind roars at the words of the fan.

I don't have much information. Because God's communicators in this world seem to exist just like Norman, it's not necessarily that fans can tell us more than the answers they pulled out.

"Mmm. You're getting your hopes up for an interview with Master Kikuna, aren't you?

"I'm making arrangements. I don't know if I'll get a good answer because the palace is reluctant."

"Well, we'll have to wait for that."

Now we have to look in different directions by hand.

(Communicator. Then I knew I had to look for it)

Little fat friends of wind sounds should be close to God's communicators. His presence, for the wind sounds of today, became the viable path itself.

◎ Yubihama Mansion, Tokyo

"Just, well."

"Welcome home wind sound. That was faster than I thought."

I also finished talking to the fans, and when the wind sounds came home, the mother's harp sounds came out of the living room with a slightly panicked face.

"Yeah. I was playing with the palace constables...... what's going on?

The wind sounds frowned upon her mother's reaction. Nevertheless, I had also sensed that the wind noise was already coming to this house with 'dog smell'. I found myself in the house with harp noises and tatsuos and split wind noises, yucconeers, and two other characters.

"Yeah. Don't be surprised. He's here. Oh, Kenui-kun. If it sounds windy, I'll be in the living room soon."

"No, that. I'm the one who asked."

That's what I said. It was in the wind noise's eyes that I opened the living room door and the little fat man came out. And the person's name...

"Taryan-kun?

"Hey wind noise. Long time no see."

It was a game mate who had no music at all since he met in his dreams when the wind came to this world.