"... underground..."
Bright as day with magical light, but definitely underground from heavy brick walls and temperatures.
"I'm just parking the carriage."
Looking over, there did seem to be a luxury carriage parked. No, it doesn't smell that bad. What's going on with the air conditioning?
"Fine, it'll cost you money."
"Just go in and you'll get fifty rugs. By the way, this place is reserved for special members and gets 10,000 lags for maintenance."
Who's coming, that?
"No, you're here. You're very special."
It's about the size of a little underground parking lot and dozens of carriages.
'Cause a lot of idiots are good at business and clumsy.'
You mean that's an empire. I'm glad I was born in a small kingdom.
"Oh, I have no problem using storage bags or infinite bags because this is a secret. Some of them seem to have it. Just hide the shumpanes and transfer batches. There are tough laws in the empire."
I use it for that, don't you? No, me, too.
"It's hard to sense what flows from your connection because it's not like normal magic or magic."
Well, the origin is where it came from, and all the things I don't understand. Something's wrong with telling me to understand.
"Try to be as adult as you can, and I'll understand."
This is still good at reading the air. Damn, you're good at breaking it! Let's not say that, but shut up.
"What are you doing here?
"First the receptionist."
So the duke. After which, he went up the stairs with carpets, and out was a luxurious hall.
You're playing somewhere, calm music plays.
"You'd be spending too much money on a fountain or something indoors"
Admittedly, the taste is good, but you would spend too much money. I don't know if you're trying to make money or make me lose money. Nah.
"This way."
When the luxury of the hall frightened me, Duke, which went ahead. Wait! Wait!
Duke. Hundred meters to follow after which. I finally got to the receptionist place. Whoa, whoa, whoa!
What, wasting so much space? Teach me what you're conceptualizing in three four-hundred-word manuscript sheets!
"You were hiding a few people."
Mita shrugged small as she was quiet in the back. I had no idea.
"Sounds like a fair amount of skill. There's been an anomaly."
I can see that. I think you're the most unusual...
"Well, it's not that threatening, leave it alone."
Don't think about me, it's a problem nashing because the feeling doesn't respond.
Besides, if you think you're guarding your customers from noticing, it seems like a well-thought-out customer friendly place.
"... well, your friends in Bei are arr..."
Are you treating me like an alley in you? Well, they're arrogant.
"Bae. Come here."
And, Duke, where are you called to go before the reception counter. Is that a check-in thing?
I thought I was going to write something, and a butler style man led me to the small room next to the counter (of course, it's luxurious).
He was advised to sit on a leather sofa, and when he did not hesitate to lower his back, a samurai-style lady appeared at the top of his right side and served him tea.
A peek into the cup contained white liquid.
"... white tea? Even the emperor can hardly drink."
"Villagers are drinking, as is normal for you. Don't you think you can't drink?
"I do, a lot"
How narrow is the world? I've never had a cup of tea before. No, I don't know how many different types of tea there are in the world.
I'll have some white tea because you let me out. It doesn't taste bad, but it's not what we drank, is it?
"Mita, you know what I mean?
I got another cup of white tea, and Mita, who refrains behind my back, drank it.
"I think maybe they come from different regions than they did in different years. And I was wondering if the machining was different."
Well, it's too much to say otherwise if they're not, but there's about the difference between lemon and apple tea. I'm sorry for the cluttered explanation.
"Do you even sell coffee?
I'd like to buy it.
"Don't keep it with you. It's only recently that we started interacting with the southern continent."
Yes, it was. Too bad.
"Is tea sweets plena?"
It's a traditional treat from the Empire, like peanut cookies.
It's crisp and delicious, but it's hard to get rid of the moisture in your mouth. Well, that's why they serve it as a tea treat.
Do you want to buy it on the way home? Ferrier, you like this, don't you?
Eating crisps and pleinas, the door behind the small room was knocked, and a woman came in, leaning back into makeup and dressed in costumes, who said it was more tight to say Madame than a lady or lady with a flesh closer to obesity than to say busty.
Seeing that, I convinced myself, "I guess so."