Miniature Garden Chemister

Hinami Nanki

13 years old

Lv. 1

HP 30/30

MP 45/45

ATK10

DEF 10

AGI13

AMG 20

LUK50

Skills

God's Box Garden

Rabies of Light (Wright Rhapsodia)

Angel Singing (Sanctuary)

Title

Liguris, God's protection.

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"Wow!?

"Que!"

Surprised...! Terrible!!

As I was collecting peshaw leaves in the garden, I was attacked from behind.

Do you want me to take care of it? Two chicks came to me. Instead of the two we met in the woods, at some point the egg hatches and there is one chick. If this is small and cute again...! White fathers and slightly brown mothers. I wonder what color this chick will be...? I'm looking forward to it now.

At first I tried to feed him, tried to feed him vegetables, but he didn't eat much, and now he eats grass and medicinal herbs from the garden on his own. You should eat vegetables normally... you have a preference, I guess.

"I'll play! Let me just collect the leaves from the peshaw!"

White vernacular, who has the most energy, won't stop storming me. Hey, hey, it hurts plain...!

I'm glad the house is busy, so it's kind of fun to communicate like this.

And no matter what, eggs. The table got busier, and as far as I'm concerned, I'm very satisfied.

Soon, I'll pick up some peshaw leaves and play with the crocodiles.

"Look, this way ~!"

"'Que!!

When it comes to playing, it's all about cool, exercise.

Everyone comes running towards me, so I run away. It's kind of a mess. Here comes the odd character, which is actually a little funny. It is easy to avoid a white father's decoy because it only comes straight through, but a brown mother's decoy changes direction. So I get suddenly bent over and in a hurry. Perhaps if I were to be caught… it would be by your mother. Or it's a couples collaborative play.

Where your mother hung the feint, she even knitted a move that your father was coming through, and I was caught by it yesterday.

Ugh, that's not the wild end.

Ah, that's right. Let's write a story about today's exchange diary.

I looked forward to an exchange diary with God, while playing until the day went down with the odds.