Ore wa Mada, Honki o Dashite Inai

"Hermes, for the rest of your life."

"All right, all right, say anything."

"Oh, my God, there you are! What Hermes is saying is inconsistent with what she's doing."

"Whoa, I'm sorry about this. Tsuki"

I stopped greeting Ortier.

In the whorehouse, in the usual room.

I grew up with Ortia, and she cut out something like that, so I grew up in my usual condition.

"So, what is this lifetime request?"

"You know, I think there are flowers called glass bananas, but do you know Hermes?

"I don't know... what kind of flower is that?

"I just found out, but everything seems to bloom in the dirt."

"Flowers blooming in the soil?

I bowed my neck.

Is there such a thing?

"... isn't that fatal? Flowers have to be pollinated by bees, right? Isn't it impossible to bloom in the dirt?

Something tells me that ants are helping me.

I see. Ari in the dirt.

Bye bye.

Ortier stepped forward and spoke with excitement.

"It's a flower, but the petals are transparent and beautiful like glass."

"Transparent... I can't imagine."

It's a little hard to imagine that plants in nature are transparent. "

"Is it really there?

Yeah!

Ortier nodded confidently.

I suppose that's all I have to say.

"Hey, Hermes, I want that."

"Decorating?

"Yes! I want to decorate and watch. Hey, if you bring me that, I'll do anything, because I'll be your only Ortier."

"Yes, yes, just me. Just me."

Ortier is a whore.

I'm not a kid enough to trust a whore's "only you".

I don't trust it, but I'm glad to see Ortier's happy face, so I'm not going to do it.

"... that glass banana?"

What?

"Is it hard? I'll get it."

"Yeah, it's just hard to find because it's buried in the dirt. That's why they're always looking for a place that looks like a man-cum-sea tactic."

"Is that all?

"Yeah, I'm listening."

"Isn't there something special you can't do?

"Ahahah, I was in pain to Hermes for such a troublesome smell!

I grew Ortier's temples with my fists again.

"Which mouth?"

"Ugh, Hermes is terrible! This is violence in a whorehouse."

"I'm not making words I don't understand."

I did a set (,,,,,) of grills and then released Ortiz.

And think about it a little bit.

"Okay, I'll find it."

"Wow! Thank you, Hermes!

"Glass bananas? I don't have them at home, but if the lord puts about 2.300 people together, we'll find them.

After leaving the whorehouse, I came to the nearby flower shop with my feet.

When I asked my aunt at the flower shop if she had a glass banana, she replied like this.

Do you want to squeeze it?

"That's right. Well, it's harder if a girl says," You got it for me. "

"Ah...."

I don't know what kind of woman that is.

Importance is attached to "handmade" and such.

I'll think about it a little, and just be careful and ask my grandmother.

"Is that flower popular with girls?

"It's so popular. The shape is also beautiful, but the transparent petals become beautiful around the circle. If you let the sun shine on you alive, you can see the difference between morning, noon, evening and three levels."

I see.

So you asked me to do it because Ortier is also purely beautiful.

Okay, thank you.

I said goodbye to my aunt and walked out on my own.

I've been on a lot of alert, but apparently there's no need to be so alert.

She just wants a girl because she's usually beautiful, and she just asked me, the Count, who can mobilize humans because she has people to get them.

Either way, I have to go find it myself.

When I get back to the Mansion, I'll go to Miss and ask about 100 people to come and look for me.

Yeah, that's fine.

No, I think we should add a little more. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

That's why I've made so many mistakes.

Let's not get in the mood.

Ask Miss and grant permission with the number of people Miss sends out.

If Miss doesn't know the approximate number of people, let's get 100 people out.

Yeah, let's do that.

But girls really like flowers.

I don't hate it either, but until then...

Don! Don!

Walking thoughtfully, I bumped into something from the front.

"Yikes!

The scream of a woman named Pazza, Pazza! Something fell on the ground.

"There you are, I'm sorry - is that it?

"Oh, it's Sofia."

It was Sofia who bumped into me, scattered a lot of books on the ground, and put her own butt mochi on it.

I reached out to her and helped her.

"I had a bad idea."

"Yeah, I've got a lot of books, too, because I didn't see them before."

"Ahh....."

I looked around.

If Sofia had it, there would be a lot of old books scattered around.

Isn't this... stacked up so much that you can't see the front?

That's not impossible to bump into - it's not my stepsister.

I'm really sorry.

"No, it's me. I'll pick it up."

I helped Sofia pick up the book she dropped.

With the momentum of dropping, I opened several books with parallax, and the contents came into my eyes when I picked them up.

I realized that the contents of several books were the same.

A fireworks book?

"Yeah? Yeah. A little multi-color fireworks."

Hmm.

I looked at the contents of the book I picked up.

Fireworks are fun when you condense magic and rupture it, looking at the remnants of the magic that scatter.

The remnants of the magic released emit light of various colors and look like sparks.

Besides, when it splashes, it looks like a flower has bloomed, so it's called fireworks.

It's called glass banana, it's called fireworks.

After all, girls like beautiful things.

"Hmmm... I see."

"Hermes?

"Is that what this is?"

I saw the book I opened.

Only principles were written and there was no way to do it, but I could do something about it (,,,).

I traced the way in my head once, then reached out and condensed the magic on my fingertips.

Shortly afterwards, the fireworks were splashed in three colors: red, blue, and green at the fingertips.

The fireworks, which looked beautiful even during the day, went into the eyes of the passers-by and were impressed.

On the other hand, Sofia...

……

Is that it?

For some reason, he was staring at me with a gloomy face.

What's the matter, Sofia?

"Hermes... how did you do that?

"How did I... just do what it says in the book?"

"It's written in that book... it's a multiple-delay magic that's lost its use now..."

"What!?

I reconsidered the book with Pa.

Turning around, Sofia did say, "I had a user once," and so on.

"Nah, why...."

"I wanted to learn the magic of multiple delays."

……

Convince me of Sofia's words.

Sure, I know she's taking magic seriously and studying it seriously.

I mean, these books weren't because they were beautiful, but because they were carrying them to study!?

"It's so easy to use multiple delay magic alone... it's amazing..."

"Hahh!!!

Sofia stares at me with respect.

I thought it was about the flowers, so I stumbled on them...