Muyoku no Seijo wa Okane ni Tokimeku

(This is it, it's an excellent product. If we leave this one at the bottom of the lake, the formation will suck up the water on its own and deliver it to anyone who wants it. Water purification, water storage and all the details will be done by the formation. As for the Spirit's side of the job, there's only one thing I need to tell you is permission to put this cloth down! That way, without labor, the water shortage problem will be solved!

Leo laughed at it, replacing it that way that it was just exploitative.

(This time specially, we have a limited edition, embroidered to the name of Carnellient. How about that?

But just so you know, Carnellient isn't that stupid either.

When I hear of the formation that divides the waters of its own lake, I look at the magic cloth as I was wary.

But unexpectedly, she leaked an admirable voice there.

- I see? Well done for what the Son of Man made.

(Huh?)

It is Leo who is decent.

He tilted his neck and stared at the magic cloth in his hand as he hammered modesty with a spinal cord reflex such as "no eh".

In fact, it was 90% of the princes who made this formation.

Leo didn't know if it was good or bad, or if he didn't understand the composition of the formation.

- Not as bright as I am in witchcraft, but these formations are so beautiful. I see the circle is complete.

The Spirit divides water among men. People take it in and work, turning the gear of the earth with gratitude.

Gratitude is in prayer, prayer is in light, light reaches heaven and becomes rain, and returns to the lake again.

The lake becomes richer, more beautiful.

Leo is the first ear at all, as Carnellient fingers and squeals through the formation with his thin fingertips.

(Crown Prince, wow!

How dare he, he had just come up with a complicated formation or even let down a win-win relationship in it.

Sustainability is a philosophy and imperative of commerce that should be put into practice as quickly as possible in projects of great social impact.

Leo was seriously paralyzed by the crown's reckoning to not only summon water, but thereby enrich the lake as well.

- With the prince? Didn't you draw this formation?

(No, no way. I can't draw like this. Drawn is His Royal Highness the First Prince of this country. Oh, I'm the embroiderer in the middle)

Leo wants it, but it's not like he's a liar.

Explaining the handles fairly, Carnellient gave some convincing expression.

- I see. I see you didn't die.

(Huh?)

- This formation. It is made of dragon blood, avoiding spiritual interference.

Because I had this, my loved ones couldn't have eaten you to death.

She looked up when she saw her fingers bouncing back trying to touch the formation.

- Hmm. Even from the blood, the intense will to "protect" is seeping in.

(Holy shit!?

Apparently, I was protected by the emperor's strong will to protect the formation and the money maker (Zeni).

A word of thanks.

Write "The guy who wants to protect his money," and read him "The money-keeper."

That means the prince is also a money-keeper.

It's a shame we might even get along if we didn't have that occasionally pretty personality for reasons we don't really know.

-... too bad...? Aren't you sorry...?

For some reason Carnellient sees it with a frivolous look, but Leo wasn't quite there.

Because I realized it.

(... that? That this magic cloth is protecting me, I mean, if you leave this in the lake, what about me?

At that moment, the surrounding water swayed to intimidate.

The facing carnellient also stares at this one with a mean grin.

- Of course, my family will eat it immediately, won't they?

(Yep, yep!?

- What, you seem to know my name, and if you want to go home like this, you can't help it.

Take that formation and go home.

Carnellient lifts his white arm and points to the lake above his head, but from Leo's point of view, it feels like such a killing.

No way. Come here and talk about breaking, etc.

(No! 'Cause I, I told you your name! Even with the baptism of the lake, this is how you live! You must have satisfied the reward!?

So please, I asked you to put this formation in and get it back out of the lake safely, but the carnellient was in trouble.

- Then no. Isn't it not the power of the prince who survived the baptism?

... but, well, there's nothing I wouldn't do with that formation.

So you either put the formation down and die, or you go back safely without putting it down.

You're treating me like a broken man for that desire. Thank you.

(Yep!? I was just saying "I don't hate honest and strong wishes" or anything!?

That's a surprise rating drop.

As Leo unexpectedly penetrated, the lady lifted that noble brow and ran out of words.

- That was it, that look similar to the Spirit of Light.

He was out sweet because I thought he looked pretty adorable, but hey, isn't the contents like a geezy guy?

I don't like it.

"Me" and "me" are also loud.

I'm not calling my daughter.

(Yep, yep!? Why is that!?

It's just a masculine hatred discovery.

No, shouldn't Leo have just glared too hard?

Leo hastily tried to change his name with me, me, but it was no longer too late.

Put the line down and lose your life?

Do you want to save your life and give up formation business?

If you think calmly, of course you should choose the latter. Even Leo knows, of course.

But when he said he was coming up to the next step, it didn't make him regret turning back here.

I just cut one of these extra threads and let go of my hand.

(No...!

Something. Is there any way?

Even the means for Leo to safely return to the lake, if we can secure it.

As Leo clenched his magic cloth and shut up, suddenly,

"Mebkiur Siegelius Uzmakirke Carnellient! Beg in your name! Please show up in front of me and let go of the captured child!

The overhead lake shook violently and a man's voice came down.

Ancient Erlandic with a slightly strange sound, but beautiful. It's Gustav's chant.

(Doctor! You're here to help!

Leo looks up in delight.

(Heard!? Heard!? Now look! A noble mentor called out your name! There you go!)

but the carnellient just looked abominably flattered.

- Hmm, Chris' brother?

The chant is beautiful, but I don't like the male smell.

You still can't have a man.

(Yep!? You can't even do this!?

Chris said he would give you his name and help you if the Spirit liked it, but wouldn't the second half of it be too difficult?

'Cause just being a man is total annihilation.

Gustav seems to be keeping me chanting outside, and every time he shouted your name, the lake shook, but Carnellient made sure to float underwater, attached a cheek cane, and just sighed disgustingly.

- Oh, I don't like it. I don't like the strong feeling. I don't even want to leave.

(What a mood!

Leo was annoyed by the freedom.

When this happens, on the contrary, I want to ask why you came out earlier at a time when I didn't even tell you your name.

Then Carnellient glanced at me and laughed.

- She was next door. Did you say Bianca?

Think it's beautiful.

(What?)

Sure, Bianca is beautiful, but I didn't know she was the type of lady on the lake.

(No, no, it's a spirit for once, and the sobriety of my heart, in that perspective...?

Somehow, I find it hard to accept that your lady prefers a blonde girl, and when Leo tried to interpret it that way, Carnellient came up with a statement that would slash the attempt.

- That cheerful face, luxurious blonde. I don't know.

While it is a high flying bike, it is also good that the roots feel nasty.

Makes me want to make you cry, annoying that place with a clear face.

(Duh, duh s...!?

It's a world Leo doesn't know.

I accidentally froze my spine, but your lady accidentally leaked a sigh of sigh, not knowing that.

- No, it may feel ordered from above.

Yeah. That's good, too.

(No, duh, duh, duh!?

It's still a world Leo doesn't know about. Now it faded.

It's called Gustav, it's called Carnellient, and the adult world is deep in business.

Since in her case she is about two thousand years old, can't she help but get all sorts of sexuality twisted around her?

(Yah... Yah, it's here, Yah, it's the world...)

Now that he realized that his place was a dangerous world, Leo drew a razor and a magic cloth.

Thoughts of amputation, but I can't help it.

Give up the formation.

Uncondensed, when I gently stroked the extra thread that only protruded one.

"Mebkiur Siegelius Uzmakirke Carnellient!"

A gruesome, indulgent voice echoed overhead.