Ohanabatake no Maousama

"Now it's a bad smell. However, if you don't know if the story about Stampede is true, it might be a bit dangerous to go to the royal capital vigorously."

In the dining room attached to the inn, Kuders muttered himself while drinking ale.

"But returning to Lindelk doesn't make sense, and staying here is probably dangerous, but above all there is too little information to make a decision."

After sighing and muttering, the tentacles sneak into her face from Kuders's bosom and dance with Kunekune. Apparently, in the previous line, Fracta had a word.

"I just want to take on Amoena and become a dragon. Is he still sick?"

Apparently, Fracta didn't like the reaction of Kauffana the other day. This time he heard the suspicious atmosphere and spontaneously came out, but he still decided to ignore even if Kuders called.

"For the time being, my intuition seems that there is still some time before Stampede occurs, so let's stay in this city first and gather more information. I'll decide. "

By the way, the highest criterion is the safety of Amoena. If that is not possible, you can sacrifice everything else.

Hopefully everyone can laugh peacefully and reach the end ... Kudels knew that this world was not so kind.

With that in mind, Kudels fuels the ale mug he ordered. The warm ale, warmed to room temperature, was too sour if the fermentation was too advanced.

Time passed, and Kudels was wondering what to do with Amoena, who had not yet come out of the room. Kauffana has finally returned to his inn. But Kaffana is back and looks awkward. What exactly happened?

"What's up, Mr. Kaffana? You have a face that doesn't float anyway."

Remembering that bad feeling, Kudels told him, and Kaffana cut out with a slightly sloppy look.

"I'm sorry, Kudels. Something awkward is happening."

Of course, that alone doesn't make any sense.

"Waitman, give her a drink."

Kuffells first ordered a drink from a clerk to help her calm down, as she was wondering where to begin. Then, when the waiter brings a lukewarm ale, Kauffana frowns, including a bite. It seems that the taste of this restaurant has become unsatisfactory, probably because he has become accustomed to the cold beer prepared by Kudels recently.

"Now, let's ask again what happened."

When Kudels turned to talk, Kaffana said in a flurry.

"In conclusion, the escort Hungolians have been caught up." "Who is it?" "By vigilante organizations in the city. Now responding to our Dolce I get it. "

In spite of unexpected words and developments, Kudels instinctively bows his head.

"How exactly did that happen ..." "In the beginning, one of the Hungarians tried to prevent a drunk adventurer from reaching out to my ass. , The wrist of the adventurer is clear ... "" Ah ... "

Apparently, Hungarian ability resembled the creator. Aside from Kuders, who looked bad, Kaffana looked back and looked back.

"So, it was overkill and his fellow adventurers were attacking me. Well, I returned with Assari. It was strong, the Hungarians ... Well, that was good. Hey! "

Probably something was right after that. Caffana moistened her lips with ale, and frowned upon her eyebrows.

"One of the guests who was present was the commander of the vigilante on the subject. He wanted me to help in fighting to protect the city from stampede ...." bad"

No way those guys get involved ... That is a calamity for Kudels.

"It's a bit like a human resource, but I told you that I can't talk to you, my employer, without any notice. Suka! "

After a scream involuntarily, Kuffana shook his shoulders without any particular illness.

"Because we felt like we couldn't refuse it at all. There's no help for it. In the first place, the rest is a powerful person. What's going on? Honey sake Oh, waiter. ... With the long-haired old man there. "

Kauffana orders her favorite sake without any embarrassment, but Kudels holds his head unintentionally. It means that you will be involved in justice by more. Sometimes good intentions are more difficult to talk about than bad intentions.

"If this is a story, you'll come up with ideas to work out. Did you have any ideas as a writer?" "Unfortunately, I'm a type of person who can't write if I'm drinking alcohol."

Kuffells can only give a sigh to Kaffana, who laughs. And when Kaffana drank out the ale that remained unsavory.

That troublesome opponent came to the inn guided by Dolce.