Muimui-tan

- One...

Shabby.

Well, we could have eaten the food for the great ladies of the Labyrinth City, but what do we do now? Oh, yeah. Sir Yaz is here, so I need your permission.

'I'd like to use the western garden, would that be good?

Under my revelation, Sir Yaz tilts his neck.

"Hmm. What do you use it for?

No, well, I'd like to use it to move around with my "metastasis" skills - um, from Sir Yaz's point of view, surely you don't want it to be used for things you're not sure about.

"I want to use it to jump and land high."

Hmm, that's a suspicious explanation while I'm at it.

"I mean, you want to use it to practice your skills, huh?

Sir Yaz, the lion head, closes one eye and looks at this one. You're not going to get permission if you don't answer this well. Maybe when you answer that you want to use it for practice, you can't treat a single adventurer like that and they say no. That's all I know! then......

"Racially, you need to do it about two or three times a day."

"Ho."

Sir Yaz, the lion head, is rubbing his beard.

"Is that a bad thing on the east side?

Ugh, sure, yeah.

"No, I don't want people to see me."

Yeah, well, it melts when someone else sees it. Dorothy.

"Hmm."

Sir Yaz, the lion head, closes his eyes, arms together and thinks. No, no, no?

"I see. Rumor had it I saw a big potato bug jumping in a desert oasis, but it must have been a run!

Oh, princess, thank you for following me.

"But I don't."

Sir Yaz, the lion-headed, is roaring even more. No way.

"Mr. Lang, Sir Yaz says he wants a souvenir."

Mr. Blue Knight tells me secretly. Uh, under my sleeve! Sir Yaz is a terrific monster. I don't care if you say souvenirs in general, what do you want? It's like roaring a great lady. Like money? Mm-hmm. There's nothing I can give you right now. I don't have a choice, will you wait here?

"Sir Yaz, I want you to wait three days. I'll make sure Sir Yaz wants to give you permission to use the garden in three days' time."

Secret moves, postponement operations!

"Well, I'm looking forward to that. Come on, give me permission to use it freely for three days."

Okay. So, should I have said this, like, a week without saying three days? I failed. Speaking of a week, I might have been able to attack the tomb of an unnamed king in the meantime - yeah, if you worked hard without sleeping, you'd be able to go! Keep, well, I can't help it, do you have any preparation, think of something!

- Two...

I leave the room laughing because Sir Yaz, the lion-headed, was satisfied with his full stomach. Tempura with potato worms, I guess I was eating shady by myself. It must have been delicious. No, I'm not eating.

"Ra, Run, are you okay!

Joan calls out to me worried. Hey, I haven't thought about it.

"It's okay!

Whoa, princess, do you have any ideas?

"If you're a runner, you must have some idea!

No, I'm sorry. Nothing to think about - I don't. Expectations from the princess are heavy, heavy.

"Sir Yaz is a hobbyist to eat, Mr. Lang, so you should fish with food."

Mr. Blue Knight sneaks a tip. Hey, Mr. Blue Knight can count on you.

"Uh, right. Sir Yaz would love meat. And around here, you're happy that it's something you can't eat too much?

The Red Knight also gives hints. These two, really, are good guys. I can count on you! That's just what I keep following the princess who seems to live properly!

Is this it, to other labyrinths in search of ingredients... no, no, I'm here to attack the tomb of an unnamed king, but I'm heading to another labyrinth or something, right?

No, but because of that, you want to surprise me by serving dragon steak or something.... No, but Sir Yaz is the head of this labyrinth city, isn't he? Is it possible that you are unexpectedly tired of eating such things? Mm-hmm. There's no ingredients in Imperial City. Even though it's the heart of the empire, the distribution of food relations, hey. It's been a little better lately with more seafood.

Ah, why are you bothering your head about this in order to carry out a labyrinth attack? That being said, if it wasn't something that was too bad, it would have been a very permissive atmosphere no matter what I brought. Would you make something appropriate for Pong later?

"So, it's Run. What are we going to do after this?

Yeah, yeah, we had dinner, too, and what do we do? Today, again, I'd like to go to the Great Eight Labyrinths.

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All right, let's go home.

"Ra, Run, go with me!

No, Mr. Joan, I'm with you, yeah. See you next time. 'Cause it's so hard to crawl through your shield and attack. I can't.

"I'm already going home today"

"Go home? Where are you going?

Home.

"Oh, well, okay!

Joan snorts at my God. No, well, I'm not a wacko to see you again, and yeah, I'll see you again.

Now, for once, you go home and talk to Pong.