Ohanabatake no Maousama

"Why is the writer's teacher chased by soldiers?"

Naturally, the young man shook his head.

"... I don't know. Okay, I told you everything I knew. Ah, if you find my teacher somewhere, let me know to the office. The young man walked away with a momentary loosening of Amoena's hand when she told him what was convenient.

"Isn't it a scriptwriter? ... I hope she knew Kauffana."

I thought about it in various ways, but that's about the person I could talk to. At least, Seki no Yama will be ignored when talking to the other script writers of the theater company.

"Okay, Amoena-san. Are you looking for that writer?"

Looking into Amoena's thoughtful face, Kuders smiled grinning at her mouth.

"Because this turmoil won't end unless we look for it, then I have to do my best."

But Kudels cannot use such warm measures.

"I think it's useless."

When Kuders muttered his usual sloppy face, Amoena looked surprised. It seems that the limit of patience has come.

"Don't say anything that distracts you! If you get in the way, Kudels goes over there !!"

With an unpleasant voice, he beats his elbow into Kudels' pigeon tail. But the mysteriously strong Demon King seemed to be less than a mosquito bite, and she looked down at her with the eyes of a child's mischief without disturbing her breath.

"I don't have it, Amoena. If such a cute girl walks alone in town, she'll be eaten by strange insects." "Such a Kuders looks like a strange dog."

Moreover, it is a large dog with light. No, I don't rub my waist just a little.

"... Amoena-san is cold. Maybe you're flipping her affection?"

"What are you talking about, this uncle?

Kudels utters a joke, and a word counter immediately enters.

"Goo, what a high word attack power. I'm crying."

As expected, this was painful and Kudels crouched holding his chest in his hand. Despite such a Kudels, Amoena gently glances towards the city entrance.

"I'm waiting for Kauffana to arrive.

Unfortunately, there's no way to hear about moving further. Why the writer Uffizi disappeared and why he was being chased by soldiers. Probably Kudels' work, but I'm not confident that this black-eyed Demon King will break.

In the evening, as Kafana arrived at Dropella, Amoena asked about the writer who had disappeared first. Then ...

"Ah, Uffizi. That idiot was still in the Royal Dance Company." It doesn't seem very good.

"Who are you?" Amoena asked, and Kaffana thought for a moment with her fist on her chin. And the words I put out after reflection were such words.

"Somehow ... an idiot that burns to the ideal? I was argued a long time ago, but I refused it in seconds."

I understand the general image, but I want something more specific.

"Sure, you have talent. But what's the style of it ... it's intrusive? Write a story that justified your thoughts and pushed out to the fore."

Indeed, it certainly is a type that is enthusiastically accepted by people with the same values. However, at the same time, he is a type of writer who likes and dislikes greatly.

"Do you always know what you think is the smartest and the right type of thing? When you urged me, you didn't seem to think you would be turned down. I was abused. ''

Amoena frowns at Kaffana's explanation. Apparently, it feels like touching her trauma.

"... I understand somehow. The son of the mayor of the village where I lived in the past was that type. I hate it."

But that expression wasn't the only hate. Looking away, Amoena muttered.

"Well, it's a good memory now."

Her hometown no longer exists for her sold as a slave. She no longer has a place to return someday, exactly what she calls home. That was poverty, and it was sold as a slave.

Then, as if to encourage Amoena, Kaffana uttered such a proposal.

"If you want to find out where Uffizi is, you'll cooperate? It's going to be a good interview."

Amoena insists on cooperative words that she did not expect. Kaffana gave a light wink to Amoena.

"Until Dolce is here, we'll be out there for another week, so we'll cover a lot by then."