What an elephant prince it was that suddenly interrupted me into talking to myself.
I can see Yulena getting upset holding back as a offering.
There was no sign of this guy at all. I don't know how much you've been thinking, but when did you get here?
Prince Saumei, with his usual unreadable Nico face at the bottom, leaned his little neck and said he was worried.
"Hello, Alice. Something bothering you?
"Yes, no...... I was just taking a little walk."
I was just worried about you right now! I can't even say, delude myself with a loving laugh.
I'm glad I'm not carrying supplies to the abandoned tower. Where are you going if you're pulling all the other Ments or you've got a big bag? and would have been asked for sure pretending to be a daily conversation.
To hide the fact that people are in and out of the abandoned tower, the person in charge of transporting supplies is asked to put on a hidden collar/chalker version and sneak on a different route from mine.
The effect of concealed demonic props is basically, if they are searched for with clear certainty, they will be seen through. Still, wearing and sneaking in the dark, shadows, unexpected encounters, crowds, etc. has proven to be more difficult to recognize from people you know.
So I wear it myself and hide myself, and sometimes I go through shallow woods adjacent to the tower, so I think I can probably hide what I go through frequently......
"Oh, or a walk. Ah. It's a beautiful day.... So I'm with you?
"Yeah!? Ah, ha, yes. Zehi."
I accidentally become a catacotto.
You're lying...
- You said you temporarily shut down the lab because of a bitter decision, but now you have to solemnly go all the way to Abandoned Tower Street?
Again. Also, am I deprived of my freedom? I absolutely don't like that.
Such extreme thoughts passed the back of my brain. "I can't stop feeling like that while I don't think I'm exaggerating that I'm free.
Where the emotions were rough that way, they were fluffy and extremely thin, smelling like patchouli from the prince.
It is also said to be like ink if strengthened, a soothing and strange, complex smell divided by people like or dislike.
I used to sniff a lot at the Aroma store when I was into herbal astrology, but I was the one who liked it.
And when he was distracted, he blinked, and the prince said, "Oh, I wonder if I've figured it out."
"I just changed incense this morning. What? I don't know, this"
"Uh... I think it's good,"
I like it when people ask me if I like it, but I don't want to use a word that says I like this guy.
You cared better when they told you it was good, Prince Ire spoke slowly.
"To a calming patchouli, a little sweet clarisage. They both smell good, don't they?... but my favorite thing I've been using is Sentorey's oil."
Prince Ile, laughing and saying so, deepened his grin, grasping that I understood what it meant.
"You're a really smart kid.... incense is the most intelligible and most difficult passive sorcery. You should be a little more careful."
Prince Ile, who said that he would rush away, said, hey, what an effortless thing to say, waved away.
"Dear Alice, what's that...?
Yulena asks anxiously.
If the significance shown is correct, perhaps.
"Sentorey is said to enhance the self-defense of what he smells. Strong will like a beast to defend himself, refusing to be ruled by someone, and being able to resist," he said.
I remember this was only a private therapy thing. It's not common aromatherapy, it's close to herbal astrology.
But the smell shouldn't have been strong. At least it shouldn't have been like being used for perfume.
I guess the fact that I clearly said it was magic really means I'm taking some steps to use it as a procedure.
The smell was deluded with other herbs, and the fruit, the effect, was narrowed down to sentry.
If so, I have often had strong objections in front of Prince Ile or have become faithful to my desires… Are you saying that it was the result of being intentionally induced?
Of course, it doesn't matter about the surge in service warcraft angered by Brother Orlis because it was done entirely on his own initiative.
But every time Prince Ire interrupted me, I felt very strongly that I wanted to be "free" or "I don't want to be interrupted by the powerful" or "I don't want you to find out" and "I don't want you involved," and the emotions around the temporary closure of the lab were probably intentionally boosted emotions.
Incense affects what you smell it. That means that it affects not only the user but also the user… the surrounding area.
"Holy crap..."
I leak that feeling in the end. I thought he didn't seem like a man, but he's a lot worse than I thought. I mean, royalty officials, after all, don't you use magic buns?
Ask Yulena to share her thoughts and inform other proximities of the possibility of being affected like that.
Come to think of it, it's a very good incense for those in power to use.
Those who lean against themselves with ambition become more obvious, and vice versa, if there is a darkness behind them against themselves, they rebel strongly and go away.
Isn't it the art of dressing up for "blurring out"?
But if so, it's puzzling. I wonder why you went out of your way to advise me after you screwed around.
If the blurring was what it was all about, it would obviously be something going in against keeping a distance from him.
While accelerating Moyamoya that way, he gave up going to the abandoned tower that day.