The chairman is gone, so I decided to make it mao dam time at the garden end.
You want me to show my daughter around? I was told that the weather was beautiful and I was tired for a few days, so I decided to relax until dinner.
It's just a big merchant's house, the grounds are huge, and the gardens are there, but it's not that there's landscaping and gardening, like in previous life, so there's a little bit of a barely maintained tree planted in a flowerbed to some extent. It doesn't matter where I am at my Man-O-Time. When you want to, the place is Mao Dam Time. It depends on how you feel.
Glenn's - I read Larsh's letter while tasting the coffee you gave me.
"... Larsh's ocane, maybe a cerebral infarction..."
Well, I don't know for sure from the doctor, but it looked like that from the contents of the letter.
"Luckily, it seems light and not half uncomfortable. Medicine is growing over there."
I don't know what to say, but there aren't many herbs on the southern continent, and I don't even have the word "pharmacist." However, the surgical situation has developed more here, and the appendix can be operated on as a matter of course from the contents of the letter.
"Not in the world."
If you mix that medicine with the medicine over there, you'll have a long life until you don't go to the previous life. With magical magic and magical healing, you're invincible, right? It's going to be slightly beyond previous life's medicine.
"I wonder if someone's coming from Larsh."
My old age would be safe if I had medical exchanges. [M]
Well, if you just want to think about it, it's free, I swooped at you.
After a while, I felt something and my eyes went to the communications machine I reflexively put on my arm.
The time is before 4: 00. The sun is still high and the temperature is as good as it gets. ○ It is a good time for NDAM time.
If I was somehow stuck with the time display on the comms machine, I remembered that there was a stopwatch feature in this, and I tried to get it started somehow.
I don't even know why. But somehow, somehow, I wondered what it was like.
Ten seconds and twenty seconds go by, drink up the coffee in the cup, pour the replacement and sip. A recluse appeared in front of you.
I took my eyes off your hideout and stopped the stopwatch.
... a minute and twenty-seven seconds...
I don't know if that's early or late, but, well, I know it made sense.
"You're gonna do something nasty for me."
I gave it back with a bitter smile to your recluse, who is turning his blame eyes.
"That's Mr. Hideaway, Wally. You come through the front door when you come to people. I guess that's courtesy. Not to mention with earthfoot in Dachi...... Oh, it was earthfoot culture. It's not, if they break in illegally, it's benevolence as a douchebag, right?
"You know I'm coming. That's a good thing."
"I also have courtesy to be close to you. No matter how much you hide, you're just a geezer if you forget to be polite. I have no respect or respect for such a bastard. If you die, you won't lose your head."
Straight ahead, I looked into your lair's eyes and declared it.
Hideaway didn't mean to be angry or intimidating, he just looked at me without showing his emotions, no, he saw everything about me.
And your recluse laughed bitterly. What a human emotion I exposed.
"There's no shaking at all, you are."
I don't respond to that, and I stare straight at you, Hideaway.
"I'm sorry. Never again. This is it."
Head down, Mr. Hideaway. Still no outsiders...
I took the cup out of the storage bag, poured the coffee and offered it in front of the concealer.
"Then let's hit it by hand."
When I put up the cup, your recluse, who understood what it meant, put up the cup.
"Not me, but, well, there you are."
Sorry to bother you.
I rang the cup with the cheese and hit it with my hands.
"... your soul is too big to grab..."
"That's this way. You know, bowing your head to a kid like this, the vessel's gonna be big and atrophic."
"That's a good word. Rather than atrophy, it's immovable like a mountain range. And what the hell did you do? You don't know what it means to be caught running or sneaking away!
After all, junction is not magic or magic - it's super strange power. God! Panay!
"Kuk. That's better than that. I've done so much for you. Thank you."
I felt the limitations of the result technique (imagination), but it's still deep. Metastasis, no. That's an outsider.
"... my opponent has a horrible amount of experimentation..."
"That's the work of the year. You know what I mean?
I let him stick his index finger to his head.
"You don't get it. Your memory and soul don't even look like you're here. Maybe even to Lady Glenn."
I don't know about souls, but those of you who remember have been defending them in the junction for a long time.
It can be a demonic eye or a spiritual wave or something in this world. The body is sturdy but the spirit is brittle. I'm putting up a line to make up for it.
That said, how could I have prevented it? I know magical magic magic by feeling, but I don't know anything else - vibrations, light, voices, whatever comes to mind. I kept it from reaching my brain, and imagined dimensional faults, spiritual wavelengths, deep worlds, things like what I saw in my previous life that I didn't really know came from the world and played in the junction.
Well, the result, Aurai. I had to. Long live Super Wonder Power!
"What can I do for you?
You're welcome to have some tea.
"I'll have you present, too."
What? I'm not going in. I won't even show it to your face.
"If you like it, fine. Not for me."
"No, it's for you. I had no idea it would be so hard to read."
You can't even penetrate into the kind of eyes you explore. I won't even show it to your face.
Don't even think about what you can't do. I'm going to be, that's why.