Maouyome

"I'm sorry about the meeting, but go ahead"

"... thank you"

Sip the vanilla soup poured into the mug.

When it comes to midsummer, if you're in all that water, your body will be cold, too. Comfortable for the stomach where the warmth was empty.

Tongue drums over fluffy aromatic basil flavors and moderate pepper irritation.

"... delicious"

I knew nutrition was numb in my mouth.

I realize I'm glad I didn't rely on magic.

"That's good. I'm glad to hear it."

Tilt his little neck, quietly and softly from his right hand being offered along with a colourful wink, he strayed from his gaze.

...... I have trouble reacting.

"Spare clothes look good inside, too. I can't believe I met a pretty girl like you deep in the woods like this. When I first saw it, I thought it was true that you met a real fountain fairy."

"... I'm sorry for everything"

I shrug myself to change the clothes I borrowed, and I bow my head with a pepper.

Shame on you, it was quite helpful that you gave in pleasantly as a result of negotiating whether or not you could give in if you had spare clothes.

Exactly this way, there's no reason to walk around bare.

... It just remains doubtful that the white blouse and military trousers I borrowed are both man things.

A woman,...... right?

"If you expose that beautiful nudity forever, it's a poison to my eyes, too. Don't hesitate."

"... sorry for the eye stain"

Sitting on a fallen tree a short distance from the fountain, it has thus become a treat to the soup.

Sorry prevails, but I can't deny the odd discomfort either.

I'm a little concerned about some playful performances and rhetoric, but she's a slutty, detailed beauty, and she's very much like a luxurious just-call in blue velvet worn by a prince who comes out of the story.

No, well...

I'm a little wondering why you're wearing JustCole when you're a woman.

For now, I don't even seem to be the kind of person that just meets in these woods. This is not a beautiful castle ballroom, or a salon for gentlemen and ladies. An untapped land named the End.

And it's almost close to the palm of my hand.

I can only see enough baggage around me to hold it with one hand. I did see you take the borrowed clothes, mugs and cookware out of that bag, but... something wrong with your capacity?

It doesn't even seem like a very normal handbag.

Staring at the handbag and wondering, you noticed my gaze and softly broke my eyes, lifting the handbag in front of me.

"Sounds like you care about this. You look like a tough guy, but maybe it's what you think it is."

"Magic equipment, … is that it"

"Someone gave it to me. It's such a small bag, but this still holds the luggage for one carriage inside. They're making me treasure you."

... I knew it.

But if it is, it leaves me feeling extra uncomfortable.

Magic gear isn't that much of a wheelchair out there, and you wouldn't know the price. He said he handled things like that unconstitutionally, he gave them away, so I'd expect him to be in a good position or someone in a sleigh position.

Why would someone like that be here alone...

I also feel it's just a little rude, but I'm curious, and seriously, I observe how things go.

'Cause I knew it was something crazy.

I'm not the brother-in-law you could have told me.

"So... Why was a poor lady like you exposed to nudity in a place like this without a single piece of baggage?

...... blah.

Once again, when asked, I accidentally blew out the soup I had in my mouth.

... right?

That usually bothers me.

Something I doubt if I run into like that.

What the hell are you doing naked, alone behind such an unpopular forest with no luggage or anything?

... I'm getting sad when I say it myself.

Let's stop thinking too objectively.

It makes me want to be ashamed and smothered.

Swing Kabuli to switch thoughts.

"... if we talk about it, it'll be longer."

Suddenly a strange person flew me into the fountain and tried to dry my wet clothes and I was completely naked.

……

……

Yabe. It won't be long.

I don't even know what that means.

I don't know how to explain it, this.

I keep my mouth shut without knowing what to say. You guessed something about the way it was, holding me between my eyebrows, and my eyes laying low with a distressed look.

"I'm sorry. I guess I lacked consideration. If it's hard to tell, it doesn't matter. … rather, I hope you will soon forget."

Yeah. I want to forget it soon.

And it looks like you've been greatly mistaken.

Apparently they followed the wound as a maiden.

... in a way, a serious lapse as a maiden.

I don't know how to explain it either, so don't you dare correct me here. I want to push through.

"... sorry. Thank you."

My conscience hurts at the way you're worried about me from the bottom of your heart.

... but in the first place, I don't know much about the circumstances in which I was placed myself, so I can't explain it in detail.

Well, I'm in trouble.

Secondly, the cuffs on the sleeves loose sight with chills.

These blue-green cuffs look great on blue justo coles.

... Is it a gem? This also looks so expensive.

What bothered me was the pattern engraved on that cuff.

The center looks like a cross to the left.

This, maybe......

"... left, cross?

I just remembered the pattern.

"Hmm? Oh...... I don't know about this."

The cuff at the end of his gaze glowed sparklingly.

"You didn't even say your name yet. I'm sorry. I'm Olorena. I'm captain of the squad at the Ladalest Temple."

"... it's a refia"

Were you a goddess person?

The companions of those people who have done their condolences, I wonder...

Squad.... What's a squad?

Will it be something different from the Knights again?

"... Refia.... refia?

"Yes?"

After a moment of neatness, Mr. Olorena thinks with a small, difficult look with his finger on his chin.

"Surely that was not the name of the Virgin of Alistair? Mariel Filiano El Refia.... No way, you?

"No. It's just a refia. Nothing sticks up or down there."

Although I plan to stick around sooner or later.

……

……

With that said, what name sticks?

When I think about it, I don't really know the full name of the Demon King.

Master Lee the Demon. Master Lee...

Either Lee is a first name or a family name.

It doesn't sound like it, but if it's a family name, will it have Lee in my name, too?

Lephia Lee.

Yeah. Well......

No comment at all.

I'm glad my name isn't Lily or something.

Lily Lee.

I'm also worried about nurturing love with a name like this.

"Right. That's rude.... Could it be a common name in Alistair?

... Oops. I was thinking that it had nothing to do with anything.

"What do you think? At least as far as I know, I don't think anyone with the same name was around..."

"... well. That's a beautiful name. It's a good name for a beautiful look."

"... thank you, sir"

For some reason, Mr. Orolena moisturizes his eyes and glows his teeth with chills.

... It's definitely a beauty.

Occasionally I worry about tricks and rhetoric like I was dying to play. I feel somewhere tickled at the compliments that don't come out that the Demon King has stood upside down.

Can I laugh at this place?

You can't, maybe.

If it goes on too long, it's going to make me laugh and itch.

All right. Let's change the subject.

"Well, what's a squad? Is it something different from the Knights again?

"Mmm. I don't really like this way of saying it, but if you say it's a selected elite group among the Knights, it might be easy to understand. More to serve Pope Lydia."

In short, is it like the Kingsguard Knights?

I'm convinced.

"... the captain is an elite member of the elite, isn't he?"

"No, I..."

To a word I returned lightly, Mr. Orolena's expression seemed tense for a moment.

... I wonder if you tasted the way you said it.

"... she's my sister"

After a little hesitation, Mr. Orolena gently lifted his squeaky cheek and groaned bitterly.

"Pope Lydia is my real sister. Even a prodigal like me is entrusted with such a position. So with the elite,...... I guess it's a little different....... haha"

Yeah. This sounds like the wrong way to put it.

It seemed more vegetarian to me that the atmosphere of the play hissed and I denied it powerless.

I guess I've always cared so much.

As good as in front of an unknown little girl anywhere I've just met, I don't care if she looks good.

... I know you're not a bad person, but you also seem like the type to lose.

Brother of the Goddess Pope......

Shit. Is that your sister?

I get a little confused because I look like a guy's outfit.

Where I lied about that, it would be important if I found out later, and... Well, I guess it's true.

I don't know what to do.

Conversely, I'm not convinced that the items around me seem expensive.

Though the question of being alone here becomes even stronger.

"... why is the captain of the squad alone here?

Let's ask directly what we don't know.

Above all, that's the fastest.

I was going to ask as much as I could, but it seemed like something I didn't really want to be touched, and after a little roundabout, Mr. Olorena opened his heavy mouth with regret.

"... I'm lost with the crew."

... Lost. Neither do I.

"I was suddenly attacked during the camp. I tried to respond, but this is another nasty opponent. Physical attacks didn't work at all.... On the contrary, the more you respond, the more you are forced into a disadvantaged situation.... I ran away, I..."

In a depressed manner, I swallow a fudge of words into its content, which speaks as if I were even going to penance.

... dude.

No way, that.

"All I could say was that was like a flaming snake. I fled from a horrible monster that I didn't even think belonged in the world, and I realized that... I was off my men and alone."

Maybe not. Maybe I will.

Of those people we mourned,... Captain?

"... sorry, sorry"

When Mr. Olorena uttered a word of apology, he dropped his shoulder and held his head.

I guess that word of apology wasn't directed at me right in front of you.

Just somehow, but that's all I did feel clearly.