After a lot of shocking celebration parties, a few days later.
It's been a long time since my parents have returned from the territory during the social season, so the entire family is in the upper house of Auculus.
It's been a long time since we've all been able to spend a neat amount of time at my home, even though we often see our faces at events and trips.
For this reason, the whole family & the servants of the mansion had a somewhat fluffy mood of happiness.
That's why I made sweets with my mother perfectly, sun-drenched with your father in a sunny place, chatting with Connie and Mr. Alphonse...
Finally, I spent quite a few full days asking the chef if there were any new dish proposals and ordering that one that I personally wanted to eat.
After pulling it off and doing exactly what I did, I also enjoyed the meticulous socialization of being called to the upper mansion of the Ayndschut family for tea with two families, and of calling Peach Purple Combination to our house for a sleepover.
Because of this, I also wanted to see Leticia's family, but it didn't come true.
Master Leticia was soggy that it didn't seem convenient, but, well, that would happen. Just wait for the next opportunity.
While doing so, the first half of the summer vacation passed, when my parents started going out to full-fledged socializations such as tea parties and night clubs.
It happened.
Katan.
"Hmm?"
My parents went out at night clubs, in a quieter mansion somewhere than usual.
It was when I was sitting in a chair by a private room window and looking at a constellation for elementary astronomy.
When I opened the window and was obsessed with finding a summer constellation compared to the actual night sky, there was a noise from the balcony in this room, across the window.
At first I wondered if there was a garden sound or something flying in the wind. Now I didn't care, but the second homogeneous sound stopped me from moving.
……
No way, is there someone out there?
In the middle of the night on this balcony on the third floor?
The light in the lamp at hand squeezes the amount of light to the limit for constellation observation, so the back of the balcony sunk in the darkness is not very well visible.
I thought about calling people, but at night it was easy to roll to the unimaginable, and I got scared that "something" would push me indoors the moment I spoke or moved.
... From what I can see, it doesn't look like there are people out there.
Here's one thing that can easily be mistaken, of what I like occult or horror...... I am doomed to psychic phenomena.
I have knowledge for nothing because I like it, but because of it, extra delusions swell and I often freak out on my own.
And since it's chicken, I'll probably pass out when my aunt comes out. I can't even say that because I may be suspicious......
The sound continued even as I was freaking out like that.
I can't divert much of my fear from the balcony in front of me.
I know there's nobody on the balcony because I'm not out of line. Yet the regular sound of things is echoing from the balcony. Closer than just now.
No... I did it right in front of you.
Kon. Kon.
Hello, hello, hello, hello.
"Hih."
I saw the windowsill in front of me swinging cataclysmically to match the sound, and the fear caught my throat less. Of course there's nothing there.
Even though there's nothing there, the windows are shaking with cutlets and noises.
... But when I finally nearly lost my mind because of fear, I remembered once again.
"... I don't see it, but are you there?
Seriously, this.
"Maybe, Orcott?
When I thought of him and glanced at him, I could confirm that that pigeon-shaped warcraft Orcott existed a bit where I couldn't see anything until a moment ago.
Apparently, without suddenly jumping into the room, he was behaving himself and knocking on the window with his beak to see if he could come in.
"hey... hey hey hey hey... wow I'm surprised"
I was more and more nervous about the adorable look of my neck sprinkled and my throat rattled. Slipping on his back leads to weakness.
When I came in and spoke to him, he jumped a little over the window frame.
(i) Rest assured, now the joyful emotions come to a boil.
"Mr. Abel, I finished it...!
One ankle of Orcott was wrapped around a red belt with a small demonic stone ornament. Perhaps this is the hidden magic prop.
Some skins and stones I gave you before the summer break seemed to have helped me safely.
Let me see a little bit of it, and I'll speak up and see if I can give you that magic prop. Inside the belt were inscriptions of Ain's letters calling the Tarot of the Devil, Ramed's letters calling the Tarot of Power on the back of the Demonic Stone, and Quoff's letters calling the Tarot of the Moon upside down. I see.
It seems that the monocle is more delicate than this, with more characters engraved on glass sides and dripping decorations, but it seems that this is all you need to do when you extract the minimum.
I would have made it myself if Mr. Abel lent me a little monocle, but that was rejected by the boulders. Well, naturally, that's Mr. Abel's lifeline.
I couldn't get the details, but they say that the monocle is a big old specialty, and it's not easy to replace it. Sure, it's too high a performance as a semi-permanent demonic prop. I guess the materials are different too.
As requested this time, it is not translated into consumables that envisage further prototyping or replacement. So I asked for it, but I didn't know I could make it in such a short period of time.
"Ein is a user by hallucination...... that is, conceals the appearance of the Warcraft, and Ramed makes the Warcraft more submissive. And because the letter Quoff means intuition, is that upside down preventing the intuition of the viewer and the possibility that a third party will notice the existence of the Warcraft? Uh... I'm purposefully putting in Ramed because the positive position of the moon means I forgive my beastiality, which is offset against putting it in the reverse position... which means that this belt is precisely tailored for Warcraft"
Discuss bumps and squeaks. Shit, it's getting fun.
Besides, since I made the flying gear, I can see that the tools that combine multiple Arheo characters in this way fail to create, or are easily corrupted. Because there is a limit to the amount of magic and image that can be included in each material.
If it can be excessive, it will be damaged during the production phase, and if it is weak, it will have little effect. If you can't use it, this will also be damaged.
This means that Mr. Abel did it perfectly by himself in a short time, from measuring magic power to creating and activating it, with reference to the monocle.
One scale of the most powerful magicians of the future is unhampered, boulder lass boss.
Perhaps Abel has a talent for making magic props, as he makes only the materials and tools that he handed over in one go to make this necessary minimal and maximum effect.
I wouldn't get it done so fast because it could blow up the excitement's very demonic stone.
... Well, I have to write to Mr. Abel soon.