Miss Carlent and her friends are discussing what to do with the house, so we decided to take a look around the mini creative room.
"... what the...?
For some reason, I'll follow you, Duke. Which one? And Mimitchi. You guys must be that way.
"No, somehow"
"Ho"
You don't just get carried away when it's convenient.
"Hokekio"
What kind of time difference is that? Ring like it makes sense.
"I'm just looking around. Follow my daughter. You take over."
"You can ask Carlent later, but you're doing things you can't even explain if you take your eyes off me, so you keep your eyes open when you get to me."
"Ho"
That's fine. Don't force it to ring. If you don't have an answer, shut up.
"Be my guest."
I'm just going to look around.
I decide not to care behind it and go to the edge of the mini creative room.
"... gap?
There was a gap of about ten centimeters between the wall and the floor.
What? A peek at this and the gap revealed that there was space down there. What the hell is going on?
"Mimitchi, is there space down there?
The Duke asked which one. I flushed lightly because I'm not that interested.
"Downstairs is a scrap yard. There's something the Creative Masters have been using."
That's what you said, the skeleton lady brought a table or a chair from above. You mean this?
"Hmm? Wait a minute. Did I just tell you what my previous Creative Masters used?
"I said"
Shit! Is that what you came for? I knew God was intervening, this!
"What's up? Something bad?
"I can't say anything about not looking down there, but I don't think I taste good. Creator, you're such a pain in the ass..."
"You're not convinced by yourself. Explain it so you can see!
"Miss Carlent! Abort it! Don't create anything!
I shouted and urged him, and headed towards Miss Carlent.
"How was it done?
"Miss Carlent. Ask Mitch if he can get downstairs."
Miss Carlent asks Mimitchi, though I doubt it. With that innocence, why did you fall into the world of decay? My parents are crying.
... The misconception that you must be crying is no thanksgiving...
"If it's a scrap yard, you can go if you flip the floor."
"- Stop it!
I hastily blocked Miss Carlent's mouth trying to put it into words.
"Mimitchi! Take over, asshole! Baked chicken!
Shit! Who is this asshole who made this covenant!? I almost got my nose screamed!
I took my hand off Miss Carlent's mouth and exhaled a sigh of relief.
"... it's too much trouble, you bastard..."
It's more troublesome than the boxyard, isn't it?
"Bae. What is it really? Explain it."
Wait a minute and have a cup of coffee. Let me calm down a little. Uh, thank God there's coffee in this world.
"... Huh. I wasn't coming..."
No, I told you to go. It's me.
"Mimitchi. Is there a problem with me asking about the mini-creation room?
"As long as the new Creative Master allows it"
"Then, Miss Carlent. Give me permission to ask. Oh, you can also appoint me to represent the Creative Master. I'll tell Miss Carlent from Mendoxe."
"Ha, ha. I get it. I order Master Bae to represent me. Mr. Mimitchi. Answer the Bae question."
"Yeah, okay"
It's light. Well, it's easy and nice.
"Huh. Mimitchi. Question. Could this floor flip to the scrap yard?
"Yeah, yeah."
"Why?
'Cause that's what I call creation.
I knew it. I thought so.
"What happened to the previous Creative Master, raw garbage or something?
"I was throwing it in the trash."
So you're saying it was a trash can that could be erased? Well, I mean, if you create a dumpster that says so, fine.
Then why is there garbage down there? No, look down there and you'll see.
"Miss Carlent. Drill as many holes in here as this. No, create a door for me. With an inner opening."
I tried to create a door about a manhole in the junction and let it serve as a model.
"Is this what it is?
Hands on lightly created doors.
"I don't mind with that. Everybody, just stay away. Stay away from me until I say yes."
It entangled the boundaries and opened the door.
I have nothing to say that it will be inhaled. Then, until I jumped in, I dived the door.