On that day, Limei Miguchi was having lunch at Wombat, a family restaurant on the ground floor of Kandobile, with Yunzuka Apricot, an informant two years younger than Limei.
"I'll be twenty by this time next year, too. Ahyadayada."
Flirting back into the chair, Li Mei stretches out.
"I'm glad you managed to survive your teenage years."
Apricot smiles as she pushes her sunglasses up with her index finger. I look at this one all the time because I'm in a suit on my sunglasses, and I don't even look like an adult woman.
"We still have a year. You know the year on the back street is a long one."
"Li Mei would be fine. I'm strong. Instead, I'm the one in danger."
"Then don't hesitate to call me when you're in danger."
Li Mei, who thumbs up and says it out vigorously, is reliably reflected in the apricots. We still met for about a few months, but in the meantime we worked together many times and spent an intense amount of time together. It is now a pattern that is not strange to call the other party.
"By the way, are you tired of coming to your off-duty meeting the other day?
To Li Mei's inquiry, the apricot shakes his neck to the side.
"You didn't answer again... I told you it was time to leave."
"If you're with Li Mei, aren't you coming?
"Hmm... even if accompanied by a guardian. I don't paint, and honestly, I don't want to be free."
"You just have to hang out with him for the first time. I know she's a troublesome kid."
Talking, I remember apricots.
"I've heard this before, but tired is a magician, right? It's pretty famous on the back street, and in that relationship, that's the legend."
"Oh......"
When the apricot came up with the topic, Li Mei toned it down openly and took her gaze off the apricot. I can't hide my emotions.
"If she's that kid, she knows about your revenge opponent, doesn't she?
"Yes... I thought so and asked. Er..."
Apricots are suspicious that Li Mei's reaction will be blurred. When I asked the same question before, it was the same reaction. Even if there are difficult circumstances to talk to, there is no way to mislead. Li Mei makes a clear statement from day to day, and rarely sees such a reaction.
Apricots also already know that the reason Li Mei fell into the back street is for revenge purposes. I don't even know the name of the vengeful opponent, I have too few clues, and even if Apricot uses his powers as an informer, it's like he doesn't know. As a last resort, there is also the hand of Omi Rape's highest amount course, but Li Mei somehow showed difficulty in doing so as well.
Tired has been in a state of almost dust at the Snow Oka Institute for about twenty-five years.
Only when Ayane, my daughter, or Byusuke Tomorrow, my old acquaintance, comes to visit me, I go outside. Or when I was recently summoned by Limei Fuguchi, whom I knew.
By the way, Li Mei doesn't know that Tired lives at the Yukooka Institute. Because my tiredness is stopped by Junko. Tired told Junko to be one of the mice stock and to keep quiet now for her sake.
Via Limei, Tired made other friends. He was introduced to a gathering of people who were residents of the back street and whose painting was a hobby.
"If you're afraid to go outside alone, why don't you ask Li Mei to come with you?
In the SNS chat log, a person named Dermouth Sabbath, one of those who became close to tired, spoke.
"Isn't that pathetic to ask for as a man?
Sylvia Tanshita, the owner of Silver Storm Hall, says. Tired has been involved with Silver Storm Hall a long time ago, but he doesn't know Sylvia.
I haven't met these two in person yet. Li Mei introduced Apricot, online, and got to know these two via Apricot. I don't know anything about apricots. And after exaggerating the exhausting circumstances, we're getting to the point where we should meet.
"If I said that, it would be because of the current situation." You're pathetic. '
'Oh, right. Evil... Sa Chest says pretty bad too.'
'Oh, whoa... I'm sorry. "
Look at the conversation between Sa Chest and Sylvia, tired of smiling. I've never met anyone before, but when we're having a conversation like this, something like companionship sprouts up.
"Now it's time to... squeeze your courage... I thought I'd come out..."
I'm tired of squeezing my courage and proclaiming. Now I can't go back.
"Have you decided to be ready? I can't wait to see what you look like."
'I'm an O 'myrape informant, so I know my tired face, too. Tired should be ready when he meets with Sa Chest. This guy's face is such a substitute for what he wants to paint.'
"It's gonna be terrible."
"Paintingly, Sa Chest looks delicious. It's very distinctive. That's what Apricot said."
"Oh well... the apricots do that..."
"How about an off-duty sketch?
"I'm good."
"Then that's settled."
"Are you free? I don't have a job for the time being."
"I'm always busy hanging with O'Malley Rape and Silver Storm Hall. Tomorrow, if you don't mind.
While Sachest and Sylvia went on to have more and more conversations and tiredness was having trouble pinching the timing of their statements, a lot was decided.
I've never felt left out, but I rather appreciate you pulling it this way, and I accept the tiredness.
It was both scary and exciting to meet with people I had only met online. Being a backstreet resident, and having a common hobby of painting, and chatting in advance, the difficulty should be greatly reduced, Tired was diligently telling himself that he was likely to be scared.
As soon as Busuke surveyed the Mingshi shrine, he realized that there was a huge subspace entrance inside the shrine's shrine. Nor is that just a subspace. Heterogeneity and a subspace junction, Busuke regarded it as.
It is a craftsmanship that cannot be done without a high-ranking sorcerer that complicates the twist of space and creates a heterogeneous subspace. And even if we find the entrance, we also see it as quite dangerous to get inside.
"Who is it, huh? From what I've seen, you sound like a magician, too."
Approached without a sign, he was called from behind, and Busuke looked back in surprise.
He is a magnificent little man dressed in a good back. Her hair is also blurred as if she wasn't being cared for, and she grows a mustache. Most people will have the impression of being very dirty and poor.
Busuke knew about the man. I've seen it in pictures.
(Lord of the Decaying Rope Clan... Decaying Rope Masakami? What's a big guy like this doing out here all by himself?
The Decaying Rope clan is a famous family of several witchcraft genres in Japan, close to the Fixers of this country, and ranks at the top of those responsible for spiritual defense. It's too unnatural, for example, when its owner is walking alone.
"Why don't you start by naming yourself? Lord Masahawa of Decaying Rope. Doesn't the Lord of Decaying Rope know to be polite or to be in shape?
In contrast to Masakazu, a beautiful young man full of cleanliness, stirs with a graceful smile.
"This is what you mean when you get dressed, huh?
Byusuke was stunned to see that the face of Masahi, who said so, had deformed.
In an instant, but confirm that the appearance of the positive sum has become loess throughout the body. And there was a red reverse triangle floating around my forehead.
Faces aren't the only ones that have changed. The body shape and then even the outfit change. In the meantime, extremely strong demons are unleashed.
It didn't take five seconds in front of me, and it had turned into the exact same face, the same shape, the same outfit as Busuke.
"Is it fox or fox kind?
He shrugs his shoulders and makes him laugh, but he feels hiccups from that mighty demon that he's not such a brilliant demon to the point where he just turns into his opponent and confuses him.
"Oh, the fox"
But the opponent lightly names himself as a fox demon.
"Tomorrow morning, Byusuke, I was waiting for you."
The same face, the same voice as Busuke, and he shall speak of any one of them. But what is decidedly different from Byusuke is that there is no expression like Nobu-san.
"Why don't you take Shizuno seriously? You just gave up taking your clan's revenge and clearing your mindless, the beginning and end of getting used to it. It's not too late now. Join us in the fight against that wicked sorcerer."
"We?"
Whilst I was also surprised that the monster in front of me knew me, I was also concerned that Busuke was not alone in this monster. And the fact that I'm tired and hostile.
"If you're going to join hands with us, let's talk about all the circumstances"
You don't have to talk about it.
Before Busuke said anything, there was another voice of orthodox.
When I thought I felt signs of distortion of space in the temple, the door of space opened and a giant mukade jumped out of the door at high speed, attacking the demon who looked like Busuke.
The monster, who looked like Busuke, seemed to have dodged the blow of the Great Mukade quite remarkably, but the attack seemed slightly blurred, sprinkling yellow blood from his upper left arm.
"If you're going to work with that monster, you're an enemy too."
From the door of the space from which Mukade came out, a decaying rope Masakazu appeared, bloody all over his body, and his clothes also melted, and he turned to Busuke and spoke.