Nigotta Hitomi no Lilianne

I guess my head is reduced to the floor, I can't see the face that lies ahead.

The feet placed over its head even look thin and weak. But it was clear to my eyes that I could see the magic in my feet, which were not too thin, but too tight and stretched.

It is well understood that the magic flowing through its feet combines rigid metal-like hardness with flexible rubber-like suppleness. I've never seen such legs - magic.

When I was sitting on the couch earlier, I didn't have this magical flow. However, although it is not the same thing, I have seen similar flows earlier.

The pathetic muscle Dharma that is now being reduced to the floor - when I stopped Grandpa Roland's arm.

When I lay Grandpa Roland down on the ground in the entrance hall.

It's a magical flow of power when you show incredible strength.

I wonder if the amazing physical abilities that she - Grandma Annella - shows are made up of this magical flow.

"Damn it… you are… even if Lily's eyes are in sight, an attitude like this isn't acceptable now, is it?

... You don't know if Lily hates you for that, do you?

It was something that I didn't think was the tone of Teng himself that reduced his head to the floor, but I can see pity in that tone, but it was obvious that he was kidding.

"It's jpd,, aad, aad, aad; aad ljf"

Immediately after listening to Grandma Annella, she moved her hands and legs and started saying something, but she had no idea what she was talking about with her head reduced to the floor.

Because Grandma Annella's legs were still on her reduced head, she can't seem to get out of the pathetic objects that are blurring her hands and feet.

Bumping her hands and feet, she was Annella's grandmother, who often looked at a pathetic object that said something unexplainable, but whether satisfied or not, she lost her heavy stone when she left her leg, she lost momentum and Grandpa Roland's head.

"No! That's not all! It's Lillianne. Ooh... sorry! I'm sorry! It was my fault. Ahhh, forgive me. Yeah, yeah!

In an instant I try to pack the distance to the couch - a muscle Dharma bursts into me with waterfalls tears like when I showed it in the entrance hall, but at some point it was inhibited by the hand of the immortal who was moving to the side of the couch.

Make a good noise.

It was Grandpa Roland, who rolled 2 to 3 turns, but when he regained his position immediately, again, in the same way, when he pushed his tail with words of apology and words like "wrinkles," he was rolled by the Immortal - Granny Annella.

Every time, there were really good sounds of "spawn", "zpaan" and "dogoggo" ringing conts.

Hey, what the hell............

Where the hell did the serious air just now go......

I sighed hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

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As Grandpa Roland burst into apologies crying, the cont rolled by Grandma Annella lasted for a few minutes.

Finally, I can lift my grandfather, who stopped getting up, off the couch to Annella's grandmother, who left me alone and came back.

As she walked a little away from the couch, she told her to whisper without changing her tone slightly.

"Hehe... I wonder if Lily really understands the story. On the other hand, maybe you understand the situation.

Earlier sigh............. It's not really what a 1-year-old babe does, is it?

When I was in the cont of rolling Grandpa Roland, I shouldn't have seen this one at all, but it was as if I had seen everything, but casually... I feel wary in that tone.

But there is also a sense of wonder and reassurance in the words of remembering war. Love and kindness surrounding everything like Claire.

"... and that magical feeling I felt at the entrance. Lily did this to you, didn't she? This is especially true when you were burying your face in the tail of a maid. You shouldn't do it in public.

I could only feel so many signs that I thought it was a mistake, but there are certainly fewer people who are more intelligent with the signs than I am. You seem really special, as Lo says, and I think you should hide it as much as you can. "

I thought I was here, but I didn't think anyone who could see magic as a sign was this close.

I was a little surprised that even the powerful, as vicious as a Immortal, could only detect compressive magic with signs to the extent that I thought it was a mistake, but I was also surprised that there were those who could detect magic more than her.

It may be a kind of talent to say that you can perceive magic.

If you are a powerful person that would be super attached, maybe you will be able to capture the signs like comics and novels. Still, even compressive magic as much as array, signs that you can think of as a mistake.

I wonder if they do convince me that it is a talent.

"... but just remember this. I'm... No, we're on your side, Lily.

Even if they are like demon kings, I will make them the holy sword that will destroy them.

If they were brave... I'd even let them be demon swords that cut off their necks. "

The slightest expression was turning into an evil thing that was luscious but just devoured everything.

It was not the hard thorn that revealed the magic that was out at the time of the sermon, it was like ripping everything apart, and then it presented a complex appearance like the Virgin Mary.

But the expression and magic immediately returned to the slightest thing.

"Heh heh... It's too early to say how special it is... I was a little affected by Low, too. I'm sorry, Lily.

When you're a little older, I'll talk to you again. "

He was a immortal who shrugged his cheeks with his cheeks and quietly a slightly shuddered mixed voice.

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In the room where there was no more dust for the serious atmosphere and signs of a terrible cont earlier, five people were bickering.

Quiet about that collusion, Annella. I'm listening to myself on Grandma Annella's lap, and I'm being played with by Grandma Annella's hand, who is colluding but not getting tired of standing this one up.

I stick my cheeks together, puffiness, stick my nose out...... I use all sorts of means to get it done anyway.

So I'm enjoying the collusion with the other four.

At first, he made me like it, but he was gradually starting to grab it.

You never reach out in time after you get stuck. It's obviously odd to try to grab your hand before it bursts into place. I want to avoid the two earlier dances.

But if I do, I can't get him.

As I continued to follow such a chase, Grandma Annella was slowly starting to shake rhythmically to the left and right, whether it was fun or not.

He is also hearing a quiet voice like a nose song from overhead.

But as for myself, the chase was too one-sided to be enjoyed.

The chasers, the chasers, they never catch on.

But I can't predict and catch a hand. I can't help but get stressed out gradually.

So I don't think I can raise my hands and make an odd noise.

"Ahhh!!

"Duh, what's up Lillianne!?

"Lily, what's wrong!?

"Lily!?

"What!? What is it!?"

"Hehe...... oh, I'm sorry. Lily. Could you have been a little too mean?

Everyone but Grandma Annella is surprised by her own oddity, and everyone looks at this one worried.

Teng himself, who made me raise an odd voice, says it without being evil without breaking a slight tone.

Mmmm............. This old lady, yes, don't get involved.

Without a doubt, Ellie's strength is hereditary from this man.

I didn't feel like that at all for Claire, so I didn't feel like it was her parents' influence though. It was this way!

After that, I was worried many times by other than Grandma Annella, but I got nothing from the fact that Teng himself confessed.

The murderer himself seemed very happy, and never smiled and broke that look until the end.