My sister-in-law has become a brave man.

The three of us had breakfast for now because Bardeaux, who came out of the back room, told Adelaide he would have something to digest after a while.

But the air at the table was so heavy because Bardeaux seemed so grumpy telling me how Adelaide was feeling that she was calm and asleep now and would be feeling better soon.

I'm not sure why I'm in a bad mood, so just try not to irritate me, and when you're done eating, go practice the magic of [Spell (Rune)].

That's what I thought I was eating, but suddenly Eyre stopped his hand and told Bardo.

"Few" get angry "when they see" The Star Reading Witch "receiving revelation, not to be afraid, nor to guide themselves.

Bardeaux kept eating without saying anything, but the air was tingly nervous.

Words that make you smell something, but they don't make fun of you, and Eyre continues in a pale and serene tone.

"To the best of my knowledge, Gawayne was the only one angry with the revelation of the goddess.

"... Adelaide's father?

"Yes, it's the name of the Dragon Knight, who became the husband of my predecessor, The Star Reading Witch.

He was angry when he saw Luchery take revelation from the goddess and said, "It looks like a curse."

Hmm, and Bardeaux, who snorted, seems to agree with Gawain's words.

Huh?

Isn't the power of "Star Reading Witch" the grace of the goddess of harmony?

In front of me, which I don't quite understand, the story of the two people who have already completely stopped eating hands proceeds.

"Gawayne did so, angrily, becoming Luchery's 'protector'.

"What do you want to say?

"I'm not going to interfere excessively.

It's just that the brave men have been summoned.

Modern 'Star Reading Witch' will have a difficult role to play.

But Adelaide has only been in power for three years.

He's immature as a "star reading witch," and he doesn't seem to have a "protector."

Bardeaux. Are you not willing to move here?

"... why are you telling me?

"Why, ask. Hmm. Then let's inquire.

Am I good enough to put it into words?

Baldeau, who seemed very grumpy at Eyre for not breaking his calm attitude, sighed and let go of the tension.

I take the liquor bottle I left on the table and drink it softly, and say bitterly.

"Oh man. I heard the story, but the blood clan of the ancient dragon Enchanted Dragon is sharp...

Most of them are deluded by the smell of alcohol.

"If you want to delude my nose, drink it [Dragon Blood] too.

You can't be deluded by the smell of cheap liquor like that, Eyre said, such a high and strong liquor, can you drink it from time to time, blurry baldeau.

That seemed to be the end of the story, and Eyre smiled at me listening in silence.

"I'm sorry, Rio. Can you decide not to ask me that now?

I glance back at Eyre when I see Bardo drinking again in the silence of contemplating something.

There are three things I could read in this conversation.

The first is that "Eyre, as Adelaide's 'protector', the modern 'star reading witch', hopes that Bardeaux will move".

The second reason I hope so is because "Bardo was just as angry (not a bad one to be angry with) about the revelation of the goddess as Gawayne was".

The third is that "Bardeaux is not who he looks like, he hides it".

Words of concern were coming out that 'Star Reading Witch' takes on a difficult role in the summons of the brave, but now doesn't seem like a good time to ask questions.

I didn't even want to snag my neck at things I didn't know from the beginning, so I snuck a nod with my mouth shut, yeah.

When the meal cleared the plate, I spoke to Eyre and Bardeaux, who were talking about something over a cup of tea, saying they were going out for a bit.

Eyre asked me if I was practicing the magic I was talking about earlier, so I nodded, and I was told to wait and stop and sit in the chair.

"I can only rest in my power right now, but let me protect you.

"Protect?"

"Are we going somewhere where we can practice magic? If you're unlucky, you might encounter a demon. May the Spirit of Fire protect you from evil spirits.

Eyre sang a strange melody low as she touched my forehead sitting on the chair with her fingertips and drew something.

Perhaps you can't play it in a person's throat, the voice that intertwines several scales at the same time sounds deep and beautiful, even though it's not nearly as familiar.

However, it is a faintly familiar, alien beauty.

In response to that song, which I want to hear forever, but at the same time feels somewhere odd, the protective red air of the Spirit of Fire fluttered in front of me and disappeared softly when the singing stopped.

Eyre sees it and sighs faintly.

"You're still weak...

Rio, be careful not to touch the demons.

Caught in the aftertaste of the singing, he replied "Be careful -" somewhere blurry, tilting his neck.

"Speaking of which, how are warcraft and demons different?

Eyre rounded his eyes and Bardeaux silently placed the liquor bin on the table.

Ah.

It's common sense, isn't it?

"Are you willing to get out of the city without even knowing that?

Stop, say Baldo in a harsh tone, "Wait, Baldo. I have a situation," Eyre told me.

"There are two types of things called demons.

One is a temperamental monster who has broken in from the Devil's Continent,

The other is a creature that has been victimized by its annoyance.

The temper looks like a gray mist, something without an entity that disappears when you defeat the demon, but when you are adventured by it, any creature becomes a demon.

I see.

Did I tell you to be careful not to touch me?

By the way, Warcraft is a beast with strong magic born in this world.

He has physical abilities that differ from normal beasts and magical peculiarities.

And the demons that have broken in from the Devil's Land disappear with their temper when they defeat them, but the creatures of this world who have been annoyed disappear with their bones when they defeat them.

Heh.

So it was the Warcraft that encounted you when you were flying in the White Dragon?

I've never met a demon before.

I'll be careful for now.

Thanks for letting me know.

Standing from the chair, Baldeau stared at me wondering if I was really going, so I promised to run away as soon as I thought it seemed dangerous, and built the magic I learned in the [Book of Ambroids (Ambroids)] in my head.

As soon as you prove you can get away with it, go out.

This is the first [spell] magic I use, so I construct it carefully in my head and then activate it with a word chant (One Spell).

"Spatial Transfer (Teleport)"

On the palm of my right hand, which I held up gently, a magical formation of about a ping-pong ball appeared, swooping and swooping and wrapping my body around.

I'll go.

And when that magic formation disappeared, I stood by the river that flowed through the woods, not the house of Bardeaux.

Yeah. There's nothing wrong with my body, and as I specified the destination, it's a toco near Lausandola (there's a sign that Eyre sent four girls on "first-source fire”).

Pretty good for the first time?

... or so I thought.

He wasn't able to properly limit what he was going to transfer, noticed a chair sitting right next to him, and then he laughed bitterly.

I was just sitting there, the chair of Bardeaux's house.

Well, let's just say I'm glad it wasn't Eyre or Bardeaux who got involved and brought me here.

It became a place for funerals a few days ago. I'm not going to make a scene here, so I'll store the chair in subspace and offer a few seconds of silent prayer.

And I walked downstream along the river to find a good place to practice magic.