Reincarnation Monarch

One.

"... in a book! These aren't just books!!..."

Elle let his anger throw up the book that had stuck perfectly together with his own meatballs.

"... um... the guy from Libo... what are you reading novels and stuff at a time like this?"

Elle shivered her eyes, either from fatigue caused by reading through the night.

For this reason, the ridge between the eyes and the nose was gently pinched and massaged cleverly with a meatball.

"... I'm tired... I've read four books twice each... I've read so many holes..."

That's what Elle said and looked up at the ceiling spilling stupidity, and began to tap his own shoulders alternately with a ton.

"... Now, what's the matter... do you want to infiltrate Lennon's place once, or do you want to keep checking Levo..."

Elle often thought with a tap on his shoulder, but finally came up with the answer.

"... you should still explore who Libo is... okay, keep going"

Elle began walking with Stasta to leave the library when he concluded.

But along the way, I realized something and stopped.

And looking back, there were four books scattered on the floor that Elle had read until earlier, thrown in anger.

Elle even turned around looking troublesome, trying to clean up the scattered book as he leaked his sigh over and over again.

Two.

(... Nevertheless, Ah Guy... you have no movement...)

Elle discovered Ribo as soon as he left the library room, and then kept an eye on him for a few hours, but there was not much movement in the subject at all to say.

Liveau was even boggling in the room, out in the garden for a stroll, doing nothing but relaxing time.

(... are you waiting for something?... I'm sure you are... but what are you waiting for? ……

Elle cleverly conceived a short arm as she glanced at the ribeau sitting on the bench in the garden from the nearby grass.

But I stopped thinking because the judgment material was too scarce and there was no way I could get an answer.

(... we'll just have to keep an eye on him a little more...)

When Elle concluded so, he moved his neck sideways and tried to loosen the stiffness of his shoulders.

(... it's not a very tiring job at all... generally I don't think this kind of job suits me sexually. More like this, I don't know... I'm good at work that feels like it can be represented by momentous phonetics like Byrne, Zdawn, or Dockern. I mean, fight! Fight! Come out with Byrne and shoot Zudon and magic to bury Dockern and his enemies! This is it. In contrast, what is this job? Not at all rewarding...... boring, really boring......)

Elle spilled her stupidity in her heart and distracted herself slightly, largely raising her face and keeping an eye on Libeau sitting on the bench again.