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

Looks like you got your prediction, Regrouza.

I don't know why you're not here at this time I want to say!

What a conversation between a talking magic cat and a sacrificing girl continues before my eyes.

"You, you must be that princess Sama. Why are you still alive?

Purple smoke creeping from the tip of a single-handed xelle of a two-tailed three-haired cat sitting on a high pile of cushions.

The girl, stared at with a sharp gaze in addition to her thoughts over the smoke, breathed much more.

I open my eyes in amazement, then a very sad look, and answer the question.

"The Duchess Naura is dead.... So no more, she's not here. Nowhere."

Sadly, Naura, who says in a grossly tense way, was pleading with her whole body (don't ask any more).

But Mike, the gatekeeper of the Professor Anthem, will not stop pursuing it.

"I see. Ah. Sama, the princess, died because she was unconvinced. But you're right, Hi-hi's alive pimp. So what? Well, as one of the troubled monsters in the Principality of Surrell Ode (this time), what can I say about you being safe?... Hey, hi-ha. Who hid you from people's eyes when they decided you were dead?

Even though the tone of questioning is soft, the vertically cracked cat's eyes look swordswallowed at some point.

Naura, holding a chameleon in her thin arm, pulled herself back a little as she was frightened.

"Miquet."

I just can't watch any more, and when I get up from the chair, I crack in between Michele and Naura.

"I know you're talking about important things, but please, don't be too hard on me. I was forced to bring her here."

In addition to that guilt, she has an unusual protective appetite for some reason, so she's not very, but she can't let it go.

"Whoa, lady. I'm not a jerk bullying that guy."

Michele, interrupted by the story, says bitterly when she blinks with her pussy as if surprised.

He turned off his swordswallowing appearance and put the xelle in his mouth, smoked and puffed up, relaxed his tone and continued.

"I just don't know why I have a yummy role to play. I'm sorry, but I can't go through that door until I know for sure."

"Yeah, Regrouza tells me. Anthem has a vow of political non-intervention."

I nod and ask Mike.

"So if this kid, Naura, still had connections with the great people of the country, Michele couldn't open that door, could she?

"Well, that's what happens. Ah."

To the natural answer from Michele, um, I take it.

It's probably impossible to let a princess die publicly and use it for some ritual sacrifice unless someone from the country is involved.

So Naura can't almost certainly take you to Anthem's house.

But from now on, it seems very dangerous to take her to wander around the capital and find some empty accommodation.

Even though Regulza crushed one stronghold, it's because we don't know when or where the members of the 'Anglican Church' will try to find Naura and take it back.

"Hey, lady. What are you going to do with her?

Michele called out to me thinking as I stood, and she returned to me.

What are you gonna do, Naura?

"First, protect. It's settled there....... just hmm"

Anyway, she's a mysterious girl.

I can't talk too much about what to do with her and what to do because I have a tingling feeling that I won't just have to protect her.

I've just had a good look at what I can see on the surface about the magic all over my body, and I haven't really looked into it yet.

"Hmm. Sounds like it won't be resolved soon anyway. Ah. Then you can't help it. Do you want to use it there?"

Not answering well. When I breathed hard, Michele rhythmically slapped the edge (two) of the ash in the small desk by my side with a xel, Con, Cocon, and.

Then the magic planted in the room moves and the colour of the door changes from red to yellow.

This yellow door is probably going to a different place again because it was only a green door when I had it put through Anthem's mansion before.

"That door is one of those places where yummy is entrusted with management, and it's connected to a safe place with no people around it. Let's just move the place and talk about what we're going to do."

"What? Mike, are you thinking with me?

I wasn't expecting you to hang out that far, so I was pretty surprised by Mike's words.

Apparently, the Magic Cat was satisfied with why she surprised me, and I grinned at Nimmari with the Xcel.

"You too. You're a 'professor' guest, and it's been a long time since I've had a funny conversation."

Whether the last word is genuine or humorous, it seems to be mike where neither is true.

Is there such a thing as "professor" and this cat?

"... no, well, I appreciate your cooperation"

I honestly can't be happy when I think about entertainment.

But a safe place with no people around it is very attractive as a place to protect Naura.

While I was slightly caught up, I thanked Mike for "helping me, thank you" and decided to move the place.

But Mike said to talk, but there's no sign of him following.

When I stand in front of the yellow door with Naura, I look up at the three-haired cat that stays seated on the cushion, yeah? and tilted his neck.

Then Michele, puffy, and the biggest smoke ever.

It quickly takes the form of a cat whose legs softly descend to the floor.

Well, let's go.

The smoke cat, standing with one hand and one leg behind her, said in a voice like a sucker seep.

That's Mike's voice, that's Mike's word.

"Wow. Oh, my God, that's amazing!

You mean you did the splitting with smoke?

How did you do that, especially when it didn't look like you used magic?

"I'm a gatekeeper. Let's get out of here. I'm sorry, but I need to talk to him."

"Hey. The body and consciousness are connected. There's nothing to worry about."

A real mike says, and a smoke mike goes on.

Wow, that's funny!

It's pretty advanced magic that the body and the smoke statue are connected in real time, not just split up.

If you can, I'd like to take a closer look at the spells that make it up!

Tension rose in my mind and I wanted to touch the smoke mike with curiosity all around me, but I just weighed myself in.

If you do anything extra to undermine his mood, you'll get yourself in trouble later.

Now it is most important that you consult with Naura.

I put up with wanting to get a little bit out and I reached for the yellow door.

"Well, you go. Thanks, Michele."

"Whoa. When Regrouza gets here, I'll let you through. Bye."

Put the real mike in the small room, me, Naura and the smoke mike, through the yellow door.

Beyond that was...

"... vegetable country?

A carrot jumped right under my feet, like saying hello, "Ho!," he raised his hand.

Dusty sand as far as I can see, an old stone tower tumbling in the desert to the stunning point.

No matter how you look at it, there are other dicks and onions wandering around its tower, which only looks like ruins.

Vegetable country. Ha-ha-ha! Well, you're turning into such a monster, here. "

Smoke mike laughed and said to my bluff, which spilled.

And this is a site managed by the 'professor' anthem, which explains to me that it is now a paradise for the Mandrakes grown by Ellie.

"The ruins that Anthem manages...... So why Anthem? Ruins and stuff, they're not usually managed by the state or something?

"If it's a human ruin, I guess so. But this is the site of the Forest Clan (Elves) and the Stone Clan (Dwarves). The Professor was asked to manage it via the Magic Institute.

The more I listen to you, the more I don't know why the name of the 'Magic Institute' comes up here, but I'll just ask you one question for now.

"Hey, Michele. I just said the ruins of elves and dwarves, but the elves and dwarves in this world, are they close?

"Oops. There's an Amber Pact." The Dwarves protect the Elves, and the Elves protect the Dwarves.... is that a lot of surprise? Are the elves and dwarves in your daughter's world unfamiliar?

I have the impression that neither elves nor dwarves exist in my world, but we are not close.

Probably because that's what they were like when they came out talking about a ring or all sorts of fantasy stuff.

The world over here looks like a typical fantasy, so I figured it would be the same with Elves and Dwarves on my own, but they're surprisingly different.

When I was surprised to tell Michele about it, the magic cat made of smoke nodded, yes.

"Elves don't count much anymore, but if you're a dwarf, you can probably meet them if you go to the Basque Torv Federation. If you want to know more, you should listen to me then.

... Well. What are you talking about here? Should we go somewhere we can talk calmly?

Look, come here, ladies. "

Above the sun-drenched sand is certainly not a good place to talk.

Take Naura, who was quietly listening behind me, and follow Mike the Smoke as he walks along.

The Mandrakes, who are everywhere, don't be surprised or frightened to see us, but when they notice Michele, they make way for a sloppy walk.

Because Ellie takes care of you, or you seem used to humans.

"I hear this tower was a watchtower. Well, there used to be a small room at the top that looked like that. But I was blown away a few years ago, and now there's nothing left. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Sit in the water.

Hanging, bluffing, and shaking a double-stranded tail made of indelible smoke, Michele says as he enters the nearly collapsed tower.

I went in there after him, and I looked up and snapped, "Oh."

There's no ceiling.

Not where it was about to collapse, this tower was just broken.

There was a stone spiral staircase inside the round cylindrical tower, which they were able to climb to the top, but it seems that every little room that was at the top was blown up and the staircase is taken along the way (it looks like a sturdy tower, but what the hell blew it up on...).

After that, they didn't have anything to repair, and now the round-cut blue sky glanced at her face, and the bright sunlight was pouring down with her.

I keep looking up, this, what happens when it rains? I thought so, but this is the middle of the desert.

Probably no problem because it's a land that doesn't rain, I self-finished and put my gaze back down.

At the bottom of the tower, where we are now, are the stone floors that form the basis of the round tower and the central water field where Mike pointed out, "Rest there," and the beginning of the spiral staircase on the wall.

Nothing else at all, just the sound of me and Naura's shoes in the space where the Mandrakes roam.

It's a strange space.

"Old, but well built. It feels wider inside than from the outside. I'm concerned that the top is broken and the ceiling is missing, but the rest of it still feels like it's going to hold for hundreds of years"

When I saw what was going on around me, I said, and Mike laughed.

"Ha ha. Well, I guess so. Whatever it is, it's a tower where the continent was torn down."

Even if the continent is torn apart...... and, yeah yeah yeah?!

Is that, like, a mythical age story?

Where I was once guided as a temporary shelter was a mythical ruin, or something too unexpected for me to react to!

Can I make it a Mandrake paradise here?

Aren't you going to be mad at Elves, Dwarves, or The Magic Institute?

And so on, although there were many things I wanted to say.

Turning toward Michele, I accidentally rubbed my eyes because I felt like the contour of a magic cat made of smoke was boisterous.

"Michele......?

When she asks what the problem is, Michele doesn't answer it.

Don't touch her.

Shortly after returning what, I realized that Naura's body swayed about.

Until then, a girl who normally stood and walked suddenly loses her power and falls to collapse from her feet.

"Dangerous!

My body moved before I thought about it, and I put my hands up.