Maouyome

A magical cold air swirls around.

Against the silver horse body with its sudden appearance of six legs, the flaming serpents, who had turned it into a blazing carpet, brought its sickle greatly to reinforce the degree of intimidation.

With Lean Shade on his back, Bassashi Basil turns his prestigious face to the Flaming Snakes.

Bassibasil with us. The Flaming Snakes may also instinctively feel that which is more threatening to them.

Several times that number of flaming snakes that jumped on us struck simultaneously against the silver threat.

"Please. Bassasibasil"

"Bauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

To match the hanging of the lean shade, the bassibasil noodles tree spirit at the bottom of the valley.

A lump of bright white cold air elaborated enough to be visualized swirls wildly into a wild blizzard. White Kasumi, as if he had overlaid many sharp blades, blew away the flaming snakes in the hollow and crushed them to pieces.

Stay blown by the ice wind, stay exposed.

The flaming snakes are scattered without the skill of becoming them.

Honestly, it's too overwhelming.

"That's......, no way.... Svazilfari?

Mr. Olorena shudders and squeals.

Is it something that people who see will understand?

It's also true that I don't have any learning, but I honestly think it would be awesome to look at Bassashi Basil and get a name around soon.

Primitive species of Slapenil with a silver horse body.

Six-legged phantom beast, Svazilfari.

He's a cute, proud horse.

Bassashibasil hit even more cold air winds in all directions, instantly cleaning up a large swarm of flaming snakes.

I thought it was compatible, but I didn't think it would show any more outstanding results.

"Oh, my God, Svajilfari's in here.... and I'm on that back..."

"It's bassibasil and leanshade. It's okay. He's my precious companion!

"... of Mr. Lefia?

I am proud of my beloved horse who has shown a thousand activities on one horse in front of me.

"Brrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

After cleaning up the whole street, Bassashi Basil returns his horse's head here, and Lean Shade jumps off its back in a refreshing fashion.

I often say a prince on a white horse, but... yeah. I don't feel bad about being helped by a ghost princess on a silver horse.

"Master Lefia! You're safe!?

"Lean Shade!

Lean shades rushing to momentum.

Leanscheid inadvertently stopped, trying to side with the call.

He held on to the momentum, regardless of the lean shade, which suddenly stopped clouding his expression.

"... Dear Lefia"

"Kuh, I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. -! I was hopped by that sexually wicked sage and wondered what would happen for a while, but it's good to see you -! Thanks! Lean Shade!

The anxiety that I had felt so much more relieved me.

It's also kind of uninteresting to be flown to a different place by myself, where I get anxious as that sage thought, and what I was forced to hold back overflows.

Kuh.

I knew it was a beautiful girl friend to have. Hey!

And, of course, the horse you can count on.

I don't know how much they flew me, but I can't stop thanking you for looking and finding me like this.

Leanscheid gently stroked me back over my shoulder as I clung by accident.

"It's above all to see you like this. I'm so sorry I let you transfer out of my carelessness."

"Because that's like an accident. I hope you don't mind if I can, but more than that. You know exactly where I am."

Yeah. That was an accident, so I can't help it.

I don't want you to care if you can because it's more of a fault of my stupidity than a lean shade.

It's that sage that's bad in the first place.

"Bassashibasil...... Because apparently, even far away, Bassashibasil could feel the magic of Lady Lefia. We were able to find you without hesitation."

"Bassashi basil! Awesome!"

"Bu-ha-ha!

I praise the face of my beloved horse, who snorts with skill, stroking as much as I want. Love solicits even more in the way that I am happy with my eyes narrowed so that they are not even rough.

That's great! What an amazing kid.

If I were a horse, I'd be in love.

Maybe I can count on you more than my fiancée.

... all the time, I shouldn't.

We need to make sure that her fiancée is safe.

"... where are the demon kings? After that, was everyone all right?

"This one was all safe. His Majesty didn't return after that because he was trained under the wise, but Master Selazam said he had nothing to worry about."

"... training? To the wise?"

I'm surprised for a moment......, but also oddly convincing.

I also wonder if that's what it is when I think about that wise man.

Let the Wise Man see the Demon King.

... that maybe that's what Mr. Seruazam was after.

If that's why Mr. Selazam brought us into this forest until he told us a lie, half of it is convincing.... only half.

Mr Selazam did say.

That a mighty enemy is imminent.

The Demon King is indeed strong.

I do think you're strong......

I think Mr. Selazam is saying that anxiety prevails as it is against his mighty enemies.

I come to see the wise man in the hope of strengthening the Demon King.

... Because it's about the Demon King, who has a lot of pride in it, I honestly don't think he would follow it very well.

So I came all the way around to see Sage.

Half of it is convincing...

Why are you looking at me like this?

What do you think, this?

That sage, for some reason from the start, was just a take-out of hostility to me.

...... hmm.

In the meantime, I need you to explain this to Seruazam.

"... Um, Master Lefia?

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just thinking about it. If you're all right, that's all that matters... but you're not coming out of the woods anytime soon."

For now, until the demon king finishes his training, I guess.

When I was bothering my head with the idea, I was asking how this one was doing so that for some reason Leanshade wouldn't be able to say anything.

... I wonder what. Unusual.

I've been feeling a lot cheaper lately.

That gaze seems to be looking at me.

...... hmm?

"Um... The kimono..."

"Oh... yeah. The longer I talk, the more aggressive I will be, the better I get. It's similar to the clothes Lean Shade always wears, isn't it, this?... weird, huh?

"You look great very well.... but where the hell is that?

"This? From Kensei..."

I casually uttered the word, and immediately, I came to think of who I had been with before.

"... Kensei"

From the look on Lean Shade's face, who seemed surprised for a moment,...... emotions disappear.

Drinking in a suddenly changing atmosphere, the words don't last.

Lean Shade's gaze comes off of me, just on my side, slowly transferred to Kensei, who stands up in a terribly sinking face.

Mr. Kensei took that cold gaze straight from the front.

"... you must have grown up. To Lord Limfilet, as if he were a living copy."

"... Kensei, Zen"

Homicide cages in Doss' clever, low voice.

"I don't ask why you're here. I don't even want to know.... but Master Lefia's kimono is no way"

"... in what we have prepared with the help of Lord Leanscheid and Lord Adolphus to give to Lord Linfilet"

... I knew it.

This is Lean Shade's mother, the kimono you prepared for Suzumori.

I didn't expect to even come up with Adolphus's name here, but I'm first surprised Lean Shade was involved in tailoring this kimono.

"I never dreamed Lord Lefia would be a friend of Lord Leanscheid's... but this is also what I would call an edge"

"... sorry. I can't tell you anything."

"... traitor. Congratulations."

Lean Shade groaned pompously.

The voice of a fine, now fading inquiry also sounds slightly trembling.

"... sorry"

From Kensei, who closes his eyes and leans down, Leanscheid intensifies the killing spirit in his gaze without distracting himself in any way.

"... I'm really sorry"

"I don't want to hear it"

Mr. Kensei just bows his head to the cold, truncating lean shade.

……

... Something, I can't wipe the discomfort.

I don't know what happened at that time, but this is definitely the first time, and I feel a lot different in substance from what I'm going to tell you.

... you taste bad, I think.

I shouldn't have put the two of them together here, even though all of a sudden we had no choice.

More, I should have been careful.

I don't know if there's anything wrong with it, but I was able to see it.

... Anyway.

Now I have to forgive the lean shade and re-divide it somewhere.

"Uh, sorry. Do you have a minute?

I was about to speak to Leanscheid, and Mr. Olorena broke in before me, feeling sorry for me.

"Mr. Orolena......?

Keep going forward and come to my side, I change my position next to you to lean against me.

"I'm sorry where there seems to be some kind of a situation involved. Kensei and Princess Suzukusha, huh? If the two of us are going to get together like this, we can guess what it's all about..."

Standing directly beside me, Mr. Olorena slowly pulled out the servel he was lowering to his hips as he looked around.

The blade shines in the sunlight.

The dull white blade has no sound and can be hit in my throat.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Lefia"

……

……

... Yes?

"... and well, this is why. Before I go crazy on my hands, would you step away for a moment?

"... Lord Orolena, what the hell?

Kensei returns the knife and rebuilds it.

Suddenly bewildered by the blade applied, I tried to take it off between them and Mr. Orolena drew my body further to the side with his left hand.

... what, this.

"You should stop. Mr. Kensei. And the Princess of the Bell Shadow.... leanshade, is it?... Do you mind either way? I don't know how fast you guys can move, but I think it's probably quicker for me to scratch Mr. Lefia's neck."

Mr. Orolena's swordsmanship skills are… expensive.

Indeed, no matter how quickly Leanscheid or Kensei move, it would definitely be faster for Mr. Orolena to pull the blade aside.

"... Shiro. Release Master Lephia immediately."

"You're going to kill me the moment I let you go, this is... I'm sorry, can you follow my instructions?

There has been no change in Mr. Olorena's condition.

Conversely, understanding does not follow the meaning of the blade poked out because things have not changed from before.

"... what do you mean, this is"

"I'm sorry about what you say. I'll tell you more about it later, so now that you're as grown up as possible,... would you be happy"

Judgment is blunt in a tone that can be both serious and a joke.

... Isn't that a joke?

No. I knew you were confused.

"It's good!

Until then, Mr. Le Goche, who had kept silent, raised his voice.

"... something?

Without changing his voice, Mr. Orolena also makes the color of vigilance stronger in the voice he is suddenly called upon.

In the strained air, Ms. Le Goche proudly raised her thick chest plate.

All together, turn your consciousness to Mr. Le Goche.

"This Le Gosh. It was like air from earlier!

……

……

Hey, Grandpa.