Ohanabatake no Maousama

In a scorpion car that breaks the common sense, the group who pierced the heavenly landscape flower and bird garden at a stretch and captured the agricultural test station dominated by watermelon farmers ... Ran away to the settlement. First, we decided to build a base.

This area is not under the control of watermelon farmers because there are watermelon humans who have not participated in the security and rebellion provided by Kudels. At present, only the Agricultural Experiment Station is under their control. In the first place ... the watermelon farmers are too short-handed and have no resources to occupy other areas.

It sounds good to say that the rough part of Kudels worked, but nobody praise it because it was just a coincidence. It goes without saying that the 400-year-old was sick.

Then, they were brought to the settlement by the smart Milon, who saw the building and lost their words with a haniwa-like face. To put it another way, he says, "The open mouth is not blocked."

"It's kind of a horribly horror-biased building." Outstanding "Only the scale is a senior noble mansion." Gannard and Adelia, who are used to seeing a mansion, say no praise Muttered. Other faces cannot even speak.

"No, I don't know ... personality isn't at the level. I wonder if it's a building. Isn't it suspicious whether it's a building?" I shook my head many times.

In front of them is a tree, by any means. Moreover, it is a specially shaped large tree that specializes in width. If the curse of a fort-like building was turned into a single tree by some curse, would it be the closest image? In fact, the opposite is true.

"Well, everyone, please don't hesitate to go inside." Only one ordinary driver, Kudels, clambered his hands with his buns, and a part of the tree was cracked and seemed to be the entrance. And from the big crack, the maids appear as Zoro Zoro, with hair with black mesh on green.

"Wow ... a watermelon maid !? Hey, are these guys okay?" Gunnard turned his suspicious gaze at Kudels to represent them. It's no surprise that you've already encountered the same thing at Kouders's house in Hamplet Village. But the creatures that evolved from plants, just like the revolting watermelon farmers, could not be denied any serious doubts about their reliability.

Then Kuders replied with a laugh, as if to grind their questions. "Don't worry. They're completely different in concept. They're not the ones who stripped the fangs of me and sold souls to crops."

--Really? I can't believe the word because Kudels has the side of being a politician. They lie quietly if necessary.

And in this situation, the benefits of lying are great. Believing in his words may be dangerous. Everyone mutters the same line in their hearts.

"I don't think you have the trust. Well, I do, too. Everyone is smart and I'm very happy. So, let's get in first, and you like what you do next. He looked around, sighed, and Kudels stepped into the tree alone. First of all, looking at that laid back step, the dartist. Then, Adelia follows, and the remaining three follow with an expression that can't be helped.

"Huh ... what's going on inside?" Darten sneaked through a breach in the tree and looked up at the top, spilling a silly voice. It is a fantastic corridor filled with opal-like colors, full of daylight-colored flowers. Moreover, the floors and pillars are almost free of stone and metal, and are wood-grained as far as the eye can see.

Adelia, who is in a "luxurious place", mutters with an eye on the interior. However, the meaning of her words was not well understood by other faces. All they can understand is that everything that makes up this space is so foreign and beautiful as it is usually found.

"I don't know at all, but what is it?" Striped ebony "The wooden tile you are stepping on ... this characteristic black and pink striped pattern is probably a real []." "Is it expensive?" The gunnard behind was eating away. He, who should have been highly educated, does not seem to know this wood.

"If you aren't a noble or timber professional, you'll never hear the name. It's a rare material that's almost extinct, not something you can buy with money. There is, but now it is no longer in circulation and I have seen several times that it is used for old antique furniture '' Begins to inspect the interior with his eyes like a dish. Everyone heard the solitude of how much it would cost to bring something here.

Perhaps mishandling would be a small skirmish among the great nobles. Depending on how you do it, it is not impossible to further develop into war.

"Well, I don't know anything about gold eyes, but I'll understand any other value. Security here, a little awesome." "I agree with that. You know, blond boy." "Who are the little blond boys, carrot heads?" While fighting barren quarrels with Sanatoria, Darten evaluates the surrounding structure again.

The left and right are gardens, and the beautiful scenery is not inferior to the flower garden, but dangerous plants with thorns that are more than 30 cm long are planted along the outer wall Ingeniously, there were some tricks to refuse intruders.

In addition, there are watermelon humans dressed in maid and butler costumes all over the place, most of which behave like soldiers trained in combat. At the very least, their eye movements aren't something they naturally wear. At the same time, his ability as a soldier cannot be underestimated ... Even in the eyes of an advanced fighting god, Darten, the security of this building is an impressive thing.

"It looks like you like the facilities inside. Let's get your room ready. Or is it better to have a meal first?" "Yes. I want to talk with you if possible. Please let me use a place like a canteen because there are things, "said Gunnard, when asked by Kuders about his schedule. There may be a reason you want to sort out your feelings before you talk. Gunnard's propensity and nervousness were too delicate to move on to a meeting in a place like this lump of gold.

"Now let me carry the materials you need to plan your strategy here." Kudels gives directions to the watermelon maid, without specifically seeking a reason. He took the lead and led the other masks to the canteen.