Sylvia visited O'Myrape headquarters.
If you just want information, you can call and exchange it online, but I haven't shown my face here for a while, so I decided to go directly and ask for it, with an apology for the area, etc.
It was one person and one top executive who greeted him and one of his constituents who was supposed to be promising in the future. Everyone else seems to be busy paying.
"I haven't seen your face over here lately. I just got a job offer."
"Don't be a jerk."
One who welcomes him - Ebony, the black cat, utters a grumpy voice on the couch. The first thing this cat complains about is Sylvia, who was largely expected, but still feels depressed.
"You, every time you look at my face, that's it."
Sylvia also looks up and says grumpy. Even the angry Sylvia suddenly complains when she comes to show her face, and it's impossible to talk about it.
"Cat, that's a forgetful creature. Cat, a flirtatious cat who also forgets after three days of thanksgiving. But there are a lot of real cats, some of which I remember after a long time. This cat got angry because he remembered. I was angry because I was lonely. A cat angry at the loneliness of not seeing someone she loves. A whimsical and tundra cat. But I can't allow you not to come and see me on a whim, such a cat"
Suddenly I began reciting poems only slightly from Inari, which is still treasured as particularly good among the shallow constituents of the sun.
"Konnyaro. Shinobu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no Iabu no
"Cat, it's a majestic creature. Representation regulation by suppressing it in a position. Cats, even cats cannot be forgiven. The poet is an unyielding creature. Suppressing it in a position won't stop. I can't stop poetry. It can't be stopped by the power of a cat."
"I'm kidding, if you tell me not to, I'll do it. This guy's got a nigga. - I can't let it go at all."
"I'm sorry, when I think of it, I can't help but say it, so please understand."
Slightly says to the outraged ebony, not at all bad.
"Even Ebony is happy that Mr. Sylvia came to show her face while she was busy. The truth is, that's what little people complain about in poetry."
It was Nana Kurosaki, an Omi rape executive.
"Ma, I don't care about Ebony..."
"Nya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya"
"I want information about a guy named Aoizuki Festival and a guy named Aoizuke Electric House"
To Sylvia's words, Nana changes her complexion. Because she was also a magician, she also knew the existence of the festival and the name of the person named Yamagata Nobusuke.
"Mr. Silvia, are you going to get involved with such a festival?
"I don't know if I'm going to get involved, but I thought you should know."
Sylvia answers Nana's question with a hard voice. Once we get the information, we're just going to kill the target, but I don't know if that information will help. Gathering information beforehand is like getting ready.
"As usual, I'm gonna ask you to run a full operation with artificial satellites and fortunes and downings and souvenirs and creyavoyance and magic and free informants and our informants."
"I'm kidding, I'm just gonna let you do it again."
Ebony voices even more grumpy at Sylvia's demands.
"It's the prerogative of the top executives. There's nothing to complain about."
'And I did, darling. Nope. Until Ranjitsu, Sylvia grabbed too much.'
"It's all about the details, this unhappy black cat. Milk didn't rattle that far."
"Konya, you shouldn't whisk that damned cat. Just kick the shit out of me."
Ebony's voice clearly angered rather than grumpy.
"You used to say that. Ah. The milk came out, mostly because of you."
Silvia's voice is absurd when it comes to Ebony's dialogue.
"I'm kidding. You were annoying me about him, and I can't blame you for being nasty or anything - miso. This guy is totally loose.
"Ahhh!? Even I did say it tightly, but I didn't say anything less delicate than you, and when he left or something, I stopped him! That's where you chase..."
"Please stop fighting"
Silvia, totally in a quarrel and yelling in a tall voice, stops Nana with a quiet but strangely powerful voice, and Silvia looks decidedly ill-headed and exhales on the top of the Buddha.
"I did it again...... Suma."
"The bastard has given up." But it was awful, too. '
Sylvia and Ebony apologize to each other.
"If I had time, I'd see Milk...... No, I've seen him several times since I left here. I'm not talking about the point."
The once misguided O'Myrape executive is currently a Mad Scientist in Pharmaceutical Buddha City. The people who know the most about it are very limited.
"Say hello."
"You don't have to do anything about it."
Nana laughed and said, and Ebony threw up in her sinking voice.
"I'll arrange it."
"Please."
Slightly said, leaving the room. Sylvia thought we could arrange everything over the phone, even if we didn't bother to leave the room, but she also interpreted it as a distraction to make it easier for us to talk. Or did you get away with the trouble of getting bad air soon...
"I also know if I'm just talking about the Ethereal Moon Festival. You're famous among magicians."
And, Nana.
"Some of them want to attend this festival, but only to get cursed themselves," he said.
"Is there something so attractive about festivals that kill each other?
Like a pretty crazy event, it seems to Sylvia. I wondered how many nights I was attracted to such a thing.
"It doesn't look like we're just killing each other. I'm talking about a lot of other purposes. It just feels like you can enjoy a festival, have a special ritual, do something you can't normally do at that festival."
Even with Nana's explanation, it was not much of a pin, Sylvia.
In the garden of the Silver Storm Hall main house, the apprentice warriors Foxville Startail and Raccoon City Lunar Cuisine were mixed with the other senior warriors to encourage training.
In the morning, Sylvia, the Lord, speaks to me, and we are both more motivated than usual. In the eyes of Kurizo, who was coaching the warriors, it became clear that their temper was increasing more than usual.
"Not beautiful"
Seeing the faces of the two temperamental apprentices, Chestnut Sans squeaks pompously.
"Fox and fox, come here"
Two of the warriors who are called out by Chestnut III and encourage them to train, head out to Chestnut III's front.
"Bad posture. Bad move, too. Most of all, you don't look good."
"Huh. Huh?
"Excuse me... eh, face..."
After a reply and an apology, Fujimura Startail and Raccoon Street Luncheon are bewildered by Chestnut Three's dialogue.
"A face is an expression of feelings as it is. It's not good to have too much temper and wrinkles between your brows."
"Yes."
"Okay!
Two people who don't actually know what Chestnut Three means, but I'll leave a reply for now.
"Be more stylish in your movements, too. Even if it's training, you have to look good. The consciousness to dress is important. Humans, appearance is what matters."
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Two people don't reply this time to Kurizo, who speaks in a great tone.
"What's up? What are you silent about?"
"Me, I'm not as good as Mr. Tajima, and I don't care what I look like..."
Fujimura Hoshino opinions.
"Is that why you give up? It has nothing to do with the good or bad appearance you were born with. Rather, the level of alleged general poor appearance is perceived as the strength of individuality. I'm going to hone the style that suits me best from there. For example, you might want to make it a Mohican and put a tattoo on half your face. First, highlight the pieces and polish them from there. You see?"
"Uh... no... the..."
I don't want to know - and Hoshino Fujimura mumbles without being able to be honest.
That's when Kurizo called. From Sylvia.
"What is it, young lady? It's important now. If it's a public story, you can talk later."
"Who wants to talk to you and call you?" In the evening, he goes to kill Yamagata Yamagatasuke. You come too. "
Ordered unilaterally, Sylvia hung up.
"Pfft, you can't have a decent conversation with me if you don't slap the haters. Totally. Your daughter's a lighter."
Believing in his own interpretation, the unsuspecting mouth-watering Kurizo, the apprentice warrior Fox Village Startail and Raccoon City Luncheon had an indescribable face.