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

Episode 99: "The First Tabletop Showdown. 」

The day ended when I was just reading material filled with large tables in the library.

Unexpectedly, Anthem's handwriting was very beautiful and easy to see, but the word "Second Generation Brave Tenma-kun” Kanzaki-san's handwriting was hideous.

If Anthem's handwriting is a computer aesthetic, Kanzaki's handwriting is a flock of mites.

Difficult to recognize as letters, the mites who are dying now suffer on paper.

I can't wait to get a chill from watching it. Besides, I can't wait to hear the mites scream sooner than I can read the contents.

"This is not what I know [the ancient language (enchanted rune)]..."

While reading the material, Kanzaki seriously began to think a few times that she might have created her own language while doing this magic research.

Each time I say, "No, no, you shouldn't be such a hassle.... I guess," he rethought and mullied. I was moving on, but I'm just tired of doing that all day.

After the sun went down, it was dinner time for Ellie, and I finished today's work where she was called.

Camilla was resting first because she was tired of moving around a lot in "Hitsumari's House," which she hadn't been to in a long time, and Regrouza grabbed someone she knew in "Mercenary Guild" and got into a banquet and went home late, or something, and it was just Anthem and me for dinner.

As we relaxed at the quiet table for the delicious rice Ellie had made for us, Anthem asked as he grabbed the boiled vegetables across the street.

"Rio. How was the dossier?

"Mmm. Now I'm just picking it up over there and trying to figure out somehow what I was doing. So I still can't say anything about the content.... but right? Let me just say one thing, the letters of the second generation brave man are so hideous"

Grabbing the cobweb for a long time and saying it strongly, Anthem clenched his ankle wonderfully.

"The Letter of Tenma? Was it that bad?

"Was this really [an ancient language] to such an extent that it seriously bothered me? Could that be a very different word, Ale?

"It must have been [an ancient language]. I use an abbreviation for myself a lot when I write something that just occurred to me, but Tenma didn't do that either. Seems like he sometimes wrote something so he wouldn't forget what his birthplace said. While you were studying your sister's magic, you used [ancient language] in conjunction with me."

Was it a pleasant memory to study with Kanzaki, Anthem smiled on his lips as he narrowed his eyes and spoke nostalgically.

And then I say to add:

"Oh, speaking of which, you had Tenma's assistants on your head a lot. Looking at Tenma's writing, she said she had a headache or dizziness. I never cared because I could normally read it."

"I think that's probably weirder than a normal readable anthem. And, you know, just looking at the letters says headaches and dizziness. What's that dangerous thing?"

I wanted you to tell me first, and when I snapped around sighing, Anthem followed off target.

"As for things, they're precious. Tenma had her assistant make most of the public documents, so she didn't have any autographs left."

"I feel like even if that thing is left in bulk, it's just going to be a nuisance for future generations. I didn't ask my assistant to write it because I was aware of it."

"I don't know about that. Maybe he just hated writing. Tools, too, he said blade pens and ink suck. He said it's hard to write when you're angry."

I know exactly how that feels.

There's no way people in the world who are used to ballpoint pens and sharp pencils can suddenly hold a wingpen and ink.

When I hear about that, I think there was a situation with that horde of miserable mites, too.

However, whatever the circumstances, the decryption of the array is no longer a struggle through difficulty.

Anthems are usually readable, and if you can, I'd like to leave it to the mothiest and the cryptographer to have the decryption skills.

"Hey, Anthem. Tomorrow, a little."

I'm busy. I can't help you.

I was turned down before I asked for it.

Isn't it cold to be decrypting research material about the magic done to your sister, staring at her with an unexpected jit eye, but he says in a flat manner.

"There's always a pile of things I want to study, and there's a sudden jump in request and my hands aren't free first. I'm particularly busy appraising your magic book that Regrouza asked me to do."

I was frustrated that he was pointing this way with a fork, and I spooned it down to my best.

Anthem just laughed hard when he saw the fork rolling on his desk, and now he goes on talking like he cared.

"You probably don't know, but deciphering a prophetic book with a keeper and its owner is a very difficult thing to do. Hmmm......, right. It's so hard to find the most heavily hidden and protected treasure chest in a maze of about ten floors underground with a thousand dragons left unattended, and unlock it before the dragons notice it."

Much of the explanation, which used a long analogy to waste, was heard from right to left.

I'm used to this way of wrapping words that I've just come up with like how important they are, and wrapping them around smoke.

Apparently, Anthem looks a little like our old man.

I waited for Anthem to finish talking and asked.

"So, what's the real deal?

The boy in white answered softly.

"[Amber Book (Ambroid)] It's so much fun to read, I don't want to do anything else"

Someday I want someone somewhere who said "Honesty is a virtue" to see this Doya face.

Oblate, stick, stick.

"... hmm? Wait a minute. It's fun to read, which means you're already able to decipher it? What was the story with a thousand dragons earlier about Nantka?

"It's almost impossible for a wizard other than me to break through."

Oh, are you just proud? Really?

I mean, that bunch of mites do something on their own. I'm going to have a headache right now. Is that right?

"Ha-ha-ha..."

"What's going on? All of a sudden, take a deep breath."

"No. Just think about it, I don't think Anthem's lettering is too pretty in the first place. In contrast, even the dirty letters look even worse blemishes. I wouldn't be having such a nasty hard time if you at least decided to keep a note or a clean book of the abstract. I mean, after all, it's because of Anthem."

When I spoonfully pointed at the anthem, I was betrayed with a fork or a vengeance.

Colour, and my spoon falling on my desk.

Oh, what.

Do you have it in your roots unexpectedly earlier?

Shut your mouth, therefore, and after a long silence.

"Motivated?"

"Buy a bunch of sold fights!"

In an unexpectedly prestigious Anthem response, the curtain of the first tabletop showdown was cut and dropped.

Me and Anthem fought an even more magnificent battle by a fork and a spoon, and the Mandrakes wandering around the mansion noticed the noise and gathered around straw, "Ho ho!" and "Ho ho ho!" and raised their voices not knowing if they were backup or not.

"Have you eaten?

My face is laughing but I don't feel my eyes are laughing. With the appearance of a maid, all of that was forced to end.

Mandrake, who was flocking around us and ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho

Though there are a few with heads hidden and buttocks hidden.

Welcome, sir.

I could neither escape nor hide as I watched a few mandrakes teasing under my desk at the edge of my sight, and I answered with a drawn loving laugh as I remained in a position where I received an anthem fork with a spoon in my right hand.

... Ah, the one in the back pushed me and I fell one.

"I was just finishing my meal."

On the other hand, Anthem said with the same attitude as usual, throwing a seemingly more fork.

And.

I'm going back to work.

And I just walked out of the room.

Hey, Ma, what...?

Miss Ellie drops off the anthem as she walks out into the hallway and turns back to me with the spoon in her hand.

No, no, no, it's not! I don't usually do this!

It was put on the anthem, followed, followed by accidental......!

Before I said anything, I realized that the more I excused myself, the more likely I was to dig a grave.

Put the spoon down quietly and offer.

"... I can clean it up, I can help"

It was kind of a very pungent day.

Day 59 of the Other World

Morning began today with a morning call where a walking root vegetable trio sang hallejous.

When I wake up, I yawn as I lift one hand and give it back to the Mandrakes calling me "ho ho ho" half asleep.

Well, read the rest of the material today.

It's a spiritual battle on paper with an american anthem and a blemished Kanzaki.

"Ugh. I want to sleep twice..."

Blurring but having breakfast, Camilla, Ellie and Regrouza went out and dropped off Anthem's back, which would return to the continuation of the Appraisal of the Apocalypse at the crossing of his nose, and I greeted the library material.

Kanzaki managed to read the research materials he left behind, and he was stuck at his desk with a headache.

When I read the Anthem material and recovered a little, I went back to Kanzaki's material and now I was dizzy and stuck at my desk.

... and it seemed to be lunch time while I was repeating myself.

"Rio, I'm coming in."

Anthem, with a drink and a chunky sandwich on the tray, came to the library and placed it more and more on top of the material.

It's supposed to be important research material, but the grip is cluttered.

But now I'd rather take a break than that.

"Oh, it's dinner. Thank you. Mr. Ellie, are you home yet?

"Not yet. I just brought this one that was made. I can't be back by lunch today, so the customer asked me to feed him."

"No, a bait. Miss Ellie wouldn't say that, would she? Animals."

"Is that it? Was Rio better to take a bath with the Mandrakes and get up in the sun?

"Is there only a ni choice between feed or water in this house? Or because I can't photosynthesize."

"We have Ellie's special, nutritious and delicious water."

"That's why I can't photosynthesize it. Even if it's advertised like that, what the hell am I supposed to do?...... ha. You can feed now. So feed me."

I just answered with a sigh to the anthem going on with a reason I'm not sure, Lin Lin Lin, from nowhere, rang a bell-like sound.

When Anthem taps the owl ring on his thin hand with tricks and fingertips, particles of light like diamond dust appear fluffy in front of him, twisting in the air into one shape.

"Oh, were you eating?"

Phew, smoking said a three-haired cat that appeared in the air as a result of stereoscopic footage (holography) by particles of light.

A magical creature mike who lays down on a cushion loaded high with udders and sways his two-stranded tail.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

Michele's voice, made of grains of light, was clear with no murmur, and I opened my eyes to magic like that future phone.

What's so funny?

Sometimes you come across the original world in weird places - magic technology over here.

Across the street from where I am surprised and impressed, Anthem answers how used he is to it.

"I can't connect when I'm in the way. You know that, Michele. So, who's the visitor?

Mike, the keeper of the store that connects the door to Anthem's house, closed by the junction, says as he slacks purple smoke on one hand of the xels.

"I'm a messenger from The Magic Court. I'll tell Professor directly what to do. Just let me through."

Seeing Mike shake his tail in a way he didn't like it somewhere, Anthem took a silver coin out of his white pocket for what he thought.

Fly around with your fingertips, pinning coins, and bread with your hands where you've fallen! And catch.

And I held my hand and opened my arms to the left and right.

"Rio."

All of a sudden they call me "Yeah?" In response, the anthem asks by indicating the hand held from left to right.

"Which one do you think you're in?

Uh, and.

We were supposed to be talking about visitors, but why all of a sudden we're in a coin-win game?