Reworld•Frontier-Saijakuni Shite Saikyou no Shien Jutsu Shiki Tsukai [Enhancer]

"I'm inviting you on a date, Rag."

"Heh...?

It was sudden.

Having successfully completed the day's exploration and returning to the apartment room where we are based - for some reason there, Mr. Villey visited.

I don't know what that means anymore at this point, but I need you to ask me something.

Yes, that was when we were all supporting dinner.

The intercom rang and I happened to be closest to the front door.

"Yes?"

Beyond the door that opened, Mr. Villey stood with a large bouquet of flowers.

――

I remember the moment I saw that figure, a tremendous current rushed all over my body.

For a moment, my speed of thought reached the realm of divine speed.

- Mr. Villey? Why are you here? Or why a bouquet? Oh, could this have been what you were saying the other day about 'apologies'? Well, how courteous of Mr. Villey to bother giving me a leg. The boulder is the beloved daughter of Saint Wilhardt the sword, and the king of the kingdom of Dairite, the lord of the Fredericks.

I thought that much during one blink or so. But my mouth doesn't work as well as it does when I'm still less communicative.

"Ah... Vi, Mr. Villy...!?

And all I got was a voice and words that felt like I ate bubbles.

Keep the gold ponytail, the trademark. The outfit is not a 'Knights of Pale Red Flames' uniform, but a long, pure and white fluffy knitted sweater and black leggings pants, with a silver necklace.

Horribly, the length of the seemingly soft sweater is just stopping around the crotch and looks like a fancy mini skirt, depending on what you look like.

Dokiri, it goes without saying that my chest struck a strange beat.

Good evening, Mr. Rug.

Mr. Villey smiled as he turned both his deep red eyes against the bow. Kiku, and his lips like peach rose buds with their mouth corners suspended, take my eyes off me so that I can be sucked in.

――――

What should I do? Even Mr. Villey's bouquet of flowers must be so expensive and so beautiful.

Yet.

I can't help it, overwhelmingly - I find Mr. Villey more beautiful, brilliant, and pathetic.

No longer, so much so that the bouquet fades.

"Is your time okay now?

Mr. Villey tilts his little neck with a smile on his face. My hair glides down my shoulder as I flushed sand as I moved. Even one such trivial deed was graceful and graceful enough to be distraught.

…………

I couldn't move. [M] To my mind, I've hardly ever confronted Mr. Villey at such close range. I was tied to a luxurious aura full of money. [M]

"... Mr. Rug?

Mr. Villey kicked me in the face. [M] He bends over and tries to peek in from below and brings his suspicious face closer to me.

What is it, this guy? Is it really a being born between people? Could he not be a god of the living like Hannu? Rather, in fact, of God born between the god of beauty and the god of struggle - that? Your face, close?

"What's going on? Your face is red, but is it also a fever?

Mr. Villey's delicate hands fell on my forehead. [M] Unexpectedly, it creates a sober sensation.

"-Hey!?

Bickoon! And I could play like my body cramped. Unexpectedly, he leaps back one step and releases himself from Mr. Villey's palm.

"Oh?"

Mr. Villey leaked a slightly unfortunate voice to me as I moved like a frightening little animal. But I can't afford to get stuck with that right now. [M]

"Vi, Vi, Mr. Villy!? What, what, why are you here?

"Ugh, you talk like a scratch. He's good."

The way I panicked was so funny, Mr. Villey hid his mouth with his hands on his forehead and laughed elegantly.

With a smile, Mr. Villey lowered his mouth hand and, heck, held the bouquet of flowers.

"Actually, I came to ask you out today."

Unexpectedly, a strong scent of flowers filled my nasal cavity. If anything, it was because Mr. Villey offered me a bouquet of flowers on my chest.

And.

An endless beauty smiled - releasing an astonishing dialogue.

"I'm inviting you on a date, Rag."

"Heh...?

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When the knock sounded, Karellen kicked the unlock command on the door without anyone having to do anything.

I'm not planning to have visitors at this hour.

"Excuse me. Ashley Leon, this is Cabarlo."

"Oh, I've been waiting. Come on in."

A luxury hotel room where they 'Knights of Pale Red Flames' is a temporary stronghold. A girl with red gold hair stepped foot in the room assigned to Karellen Olstead.

It is a large room with a separate living room and bedroom.

Sandy Blonde youth, the temporary lord of this room, greeted Ashley as she sat down on one of the sofas provided.

Despite being a space allocated to herself, even though it was one of the hotel rooms, Karellen wore a 'NPK' uniform without a minute's gap.

A bright pale battle coat that is also the colour of your team. The arms are decorated with arms badges dyed red through the pale burning sun. Light armor is the only thing I don't wear on the inside of my coat, but its appearance was a battle posture to see.

His jade-like eyes also have sharp eyes, indicating that this place is now not a private space, but a public one.

The opposing Ashley also wore a long jacket in the same shade as Karellen, entangling a rigid atmosphere.

"You've come a long way, Ashley. Well, call me there."

"Ha. Excuse me"

Back to back with the brewing air, Karellen recommended the couch to Ashley with a slightly crushed attitude. The girl, pointing her rugged eyes at the edge of the blade, salutes with exactly cleavage sharpness before following it.

The girl sitting on a soft couch, but with her spine pinned out, looks as if the sword of her escape lays there.

"I've come to the periodic report"

Kokuri, and Karellen nods.

"I'm always sorry. Yeah, but give me a minute. Now make some tea. It's time for the water to boil."

"Thank you, it hurts."

As Ashley drooped his neck precisely like a machine, Karellen stood up and walked over to the kettle ready for the room.

"Just fine. I just got some good tea leaves."

Prepare tea handily using teapots already prepared for the table on the wall. on its back,

"No, Master Karel. I don't want it."

As Ashley shruggedly humbled herself, Karellen smiled, duh.

"What are you talking about, you're always asking me to do you a selfish favor. That's about as natural as it gets."

Carreren, who made incense tea for two with a familiar hand, transported them to a short table with legs placed between the couches.

"I wish it was in your mouth."

"There is no annihilation. I'll have it."

When he took the saucer with his sophisticated and graceful hands, Ashley put her mouth on a white magnetic cup.

Often, the hard sound of the cup and saucer standing sounds.

"- Again, I'm sorry. Spying on you, the executives... no, let the spies do what they are."

"Yes, no. Never mind, Master Karel. That's what I wanted to take on."

"I'd appreciate it if you could say that. But keep it a secret from the Captain. You misled me well the other day even though I hadn't stopped talking, and it really helped."

"No... even if it was me on the boulder, I couldn't report it to Victoria as it is"

Place the cup on the saucer and Ashley shakes it small and hazy.

"- Dear Karel, I was investigating Beowulf's whereabouts, etc."

To put it to the mouth, it weighed as much as Ashley herself could not have imagined. It suddenly hits her shoulders, I don't know, and the girl drops her gaze on her face, which she pictures in the cup.

"... it's not about you being sick. That's what I asked for. If anything happens, I'll take full responsibility. Don't worry."

"No, I am such..."

The event began shortly after the Volkling Circus case.

From the time I saw the "dragon" that Princess Xiaolong manifested in that battle, Karelren had decided in her heart.

Whatever you put down, do a detailed investigation into Beowulf and Princess Xiaolong as a top priority -.

But I honestly said I wanted to conduct an investigation, and there's no way that that sword lady, Villey, could shake her head vertically.

We knew that, but Karellen therefore decided to move in secret.

That it is an act of betrayal of her trust, upon heavy knowledge.

Karellen imposes on herself to be thorough in the shadows.

Shadows that follow Villey, the sword lady who is the light. See and hear her "blind spot" in every sense, and dip this hand in the sludge for that delicate hand that should never be defiled.

If that's what it takes for her, Karellen had no hesitation or stray dust.

However, it is still not a good idea for him to move directly himself. Karellen only knows the effects of her actions on her surroundings.

As a result of the idea, it was his belly heart, Ashley Leoncabarlo, that stood the white feather arrow.

The girl with red gold hair, rugged eyes and the alias "absolute realm" is very similar to Karellen in type. It is only natural for her to be at the top of The Knights of Pale Red Flames to be highly combative, but not only that, she had qualities as a commander. As a result, Karellen has used Ashley as a staff officer more than ever.

It was only if she so decided that she would understand her own fear.

In conclusion, I would say that the decision was the right one.

There was definitely boredom. He was also struck by an incident that he hadn't anticipated: being imprisoned by Lunatic Babel's "Hierarchy Without Opening".

However, the purpose of [approaching Beowulf] had never been achieved more.

Anyway, she deepened her rapport with Beowulf to the point of [training alone].

I have never given instructions on fine methods. Karellen merely said one word: 'I want to ask you to investigate Beowulf'.

I mean, Ashley's teaming up with Zelda to tail Beowulf also came from Villey when he was rescued from The Hierarchy Without Opening: 'How did this happen?' Asked, 'Because I was personally interested in Beowulf,' it was all in her discretion to buy that boy's swordsmanship guide instead of thanking and apologizing.

I honestly didn't even think Karellen was going to make it this far.

Ashley Leoncabarlo was better than he thought.

- Whether you try Ashley or not, there's no way I can honestly confess that more than half of it is just a accomplishment, and instead of calculating it all out, the situation has changed with little or no hitting.

But no matter how it went, Ashley got a great opportunity to crush the pretext to meet him regularly, Beowulf's swordsmanship guide, and the way he fights.

Speaking of greed, it would still be good if we could investigate Princess Xiaolong, but haste is forbidden. We should bury it from the outer moat first. You can look it up from Beowulf, which is relatively easy to combine, and then you can get information about Princess Xiaolong from him. That's what Karellen was thinking.

- Based on the above background, Ashley regularly visited under Karellen and regularly reported on the investigation.

"So, have you learned anything new about Beowulf?

"Yes, slightly."

"Let me hear it"

To his shallow and faithful men, the deputy director of the 'NPK' urged him to speak with his hands.

Once Ashley puts the saucer back on the table, she speaks out.

"Again, Beowulf - I have to say that Ragdishardt is the bearer of a similarly greedy talent. I've been doing his swordsmanship guide the last few days as promised... but honestly, that growth rate is unusual"

Praise that he would have made himself smaller in awe if there had been a person on this occasion, but Ashley speaks pale.

Karellen shortened the blink slightly, but never put its insides on his expression.

"What do you mean?

"Yes. Initially, the sword arm was low, and he seemed to be swinging at the weapon. I was wondering if the intrusion was less than a swordsman specializing in supportive arts ceremonies... but not at all. That was probably a pseudo."

"Pseudomorphic?"

To a strange word, Karellen looked slightly at him. To his knowledge, that sounds like a pretty word to that boy.

Ashley nodded as she pulled her jaw.

"Yeah, it's a pseudo. It's not in person either, I thought the educator - the camouflage imposed by the person who will be the 'master' where he says it is. In fact, his flesh, which I thought was poor, was actually a [vegetarian] complete to awesome. It would not be an exaggeration to say that that is exactly [the basis of purity]. They instantly absorb every piece of technology I give them, like a dry sponge. That, too, is not just imitating, as [my own]"

I know you were trying to talk calmly, but gradually heat and power cage into Ashley's tone. Not so long ago, the girl was at war with the talent of a boy called "Beowulf the Brave".

But.

"... I see. No, but in a way, you're within your assumptions."

Her boss, Karellen, put his arms around her and took the girl's report to Eagle.

He tells the rationale.

A person who uses Absolute Square. You can't have all that concentration and no talent as a warrior. Instead, I was wondering why he had been treated unfairly by his surroundings until he destroyed Hercules... but now I'm convinced by the story "

In other words, Karellen summarises.

"Beowulf's talent has never blossomed before - that's why. No, Ashley, if your predictions were correct, would it mean [it was sealed so that it would not dare to blossom]... The intent is unknown."

Ashley dropped her gaze onto the table with Karellen.

"... dexterity in handling weapons in general, regardless of how muscular they are wasted, in an even trunk balance to the point of perseverance...... still unbelievable while looking at them with this eye. Dear Karel, what the hell is he... [ARE]? What can I do to make people grow that way......?

There is a superstition in the world of martial arts that "the foundation of purity".

It is the ultimate and ideal state, in which instantly masterable downloads have already been made, whatever the technology. Or referring to a disciple with it.

Whether it is a product of fantasy or not, it is not believed in anything real. Theoretically, anyway, it's something that they didn't even think could exist in reality.

But Ashley saw the real thing. I just don't know how to fight next door. It's the first time I've ever figured out trying to give you technology, that infinite potential [plain body].

Sure is great as a talent person. From the side that guides technology, the more delicacies are worth nurturing.

That's why, on the contrary, it's horrible.

Why? Why didn't his' master 'do anything while keeping his basement that far? In that case, while keeping in mind the undercooking so to speak, didn't you cook it in the end as well?

What was the purpose of elevating that boy to a "pure foundation" that was even said to be illusory? What did you aim for and not put any hand on the ultimate delicacy that is covetable if the beholder sees it?

Halfway through the abandonment was terribly creepy.

In response to Ashley's question, Karellen doesn't have the right answers or anything to answer. Therefore, he let him gently flaunt his shoulders.

"... I didn't think the investigation to find out who he was would make him even less sure who he was"

Unexpectedly and ironically, Karellen laughs bitterly at herself.

I took my cup from the table and put my mouth on the liquid like melting a ruby that stood hot. Karellen liked the colour of this tea leaf, even though the aroma was strong. Is it because you resemble your own Photon Blood, or because it reminds you of Villy's eyes?

"- But now I know one thing. Ashley, you told me about Beowulf's rampage."

Staring at Ashley over the hot air, Karellen brought up one of the stories she had heard in a previous report.

In the virtual space of the other day's "Hierarchy Without Opening," Beowulf said that during his battle with the Floormaster, the alias had its origins exactly on the madman (Berserk) meshed side.

Your voice doesn't talk as much as it delivers. That look that was ruthlessly relentless, not like him, and repeated harsh attacks on the floormaster - I feel chilly even now that I remember it, Ashley said.

"Beowulf must have been planted [something] in someone called that 'master'. And that [something] is the" pure foundation "of what you call it… probably also the" runaway "factor in that virtual space"

"[Something]... is being planted...?

Karellen agrees with his repeated subordinates.

"A hunk of pure fighting instinct - the so-called" Shura "- that you can still fight to lose consciousness is not something that even the fierce warriors of the dawn of battle get to meet. Whether even our captain is so hungry for battle. That's that young man, and it's an anomaly to be prepared for him, who would have been a third-rate explorer, except for the support ceremony. If it is not naturally worn, we should assume that there has been a [imprint] by a third party"

"But for what purpose?"

Unexpectedly Ashley raised her voice. Why did you plant such a thing in such a simple, grown-up boy? Karellen's desire to protest what she called a 'third party' had arisen in the girl's chest.

Karellen shakes her neck to the side.

"I don't know that. But don't feel the odd [act]. This is what I felt during the 200th floor."

Gatekeeper with robust armor, limited surgery field. The security room in the Kiri Hierarchy is as if it could be attacked using a support technique.

Enhancers who use assistive surgical formulas by superhuman surgical controls, which appeared just right there.

And then "Hierarchy Without Opening" discovered between them - the first layer.

What I was waiting for there was a gatekeeper so powerful that it wouldn't be an issue such as Hercules - no, "floor master".

Its power, the large swarm of dragons surrounding it, I can only assume that it envisioned [an army] that could easily destroy Hercules, no matter what you think. It is probable from the circumstances that the breakthrough of the 200th layer was a condition for the liberation of the 'hierarchy without opening'.

A virtual space created by ancient technology - where it was newly discovered that enhancers who were supposed to be young boys were equipped with an industry called 'Shura'.

That's not all. Moreover, he destroyed the huge Fromaster because he wanted to sum up virtual space, and he destroyed it with the same momentum.

- Isn't this flow too much to do with everything?

Was it really a coincidence that Beowulf stepped into that place?

What if it was meant to be by someone?

…………

As for the almighty godless Karellen, there is as much room for doubt, even if it was all a mixed-up coincidence. The more I thought about it, the less I knew it was a problem, but I couldn't possibly not think about it.

"... Dear Karel...?

Ashley gives a nasty voice to a young man whose gaze has been lowered and hardened.

Karellen, who received it, raised her face and exhaled one. soothed his expression and nodded.

"No, I'm sorry. Anyway, I want you to keep doing his background checks. If possible, I hope he will grasp information that might lead to a clue, such as his' master 'qualities."

Even if Karellen's supposed conspiracy did not exist, those boys and their companions are threatened by existence itself. The decision to end the investigation is unlikely.

But in response to this instruction, Ashley clouded her expression.

"... that's it, Dear Karel... really, do we need their investigation...?

Karellen looked surprised at the development, which only considered the possibilities. Blink your eyes in surprise and squeeze your expression even tighter.

"... what's the matter, suddenly? Not even like you."

As soon as he asked, Ashley hesitated without constant haste.

"Yes, no, the..."

When you settle calmly and ice spears - is the warrant given to Karellen, but Ashley has earned a reputation for being second only to that. It was somewhat fresh in Karellen's eyes for her to be so upset.

Ashley noticed herself in a wolf, taking a deep breath with her hands against her chest and calming herself down.

"... a little, I wondered. From what I've told you, whatever your abilities are, it seems very unlikely that Beowulf will be our enemy in character. I don't know, he's just a hobby. As I've reported, bravery and judgment on the earthen field is no big deal, and the fighting power in a runaway state was enough to freeze your spine. But on the contrary, he usually... that..."

Not being able to successfully wrap the image in his head in an oblate, Ashley got lost in words. It came up in the troubled mention that

"... at all, I'm not scared, so..."

I guess you're aware of the thinness of your own words. Ashley's gaze slowly dropped, as did the tone of her voice.

Karellen stares calmly at Ashley, who leans down awkwardly.

…………

Love has shifted, Karellen guessed.

I thought maybe.

Where I very naturally acquire that unmalicious personality, the chivalrous spirit of helping weakness and frustrating strength - it is not natural to favor him in a way as a person, if you get along correctly. Although on a case-by-case basis.

Though.

It's a big deal, Karellen has to be surprised.

Anyway, I didn't know that even this Ashley would be relieved. I saw that as unlikely if it was this girl, and she asked me to investigate. Because of Ashley's personality, I thought Beowulf, which is a lot of pity compared to fame, was just something I hated as much as a serpent scorpion. The result is that Karellen has misjudged things brilliantly.

"... I'm not denying what Karel thinks. Sure, there won't be zero possibilities. Even if he doesn't feel like it, the surrounding Princess Xiaolong and the" Sacrid Carrier "don't blow in anything good. But..."

"I know. You don't have to tell everyone."

Karellen raised one hand and controlled Ashley's voice as the discouragement gradually grew louder.

…………

Being a loyal subordinate, she stopped the pitch and tongue with it alone. I haven't been able to hide the expression that I don't seem to have said enough yet, but I didn't seem willing to push it to continue my mouth.

Karellen loosened the look she had kept hard and smiled softly at Ashley.

"... naturally, I hope so too, and I'm assuming it will probably happen. It's okay, I know how you feel, and I feel the same way."

"Dear Karel..."

Ashley's face soothed as the snow melted at the arrival of spring.

"Beowulf is the captain's favorite. I disagree with his membership, but you can say that clusters are rather welcome to get along with each other. Because you're a very comforting presence if you're on your side, as you were in The Volkling Circus Case, they are. And there's the artifact thing. I just want to deepen my rapport as much as possible and build a strong relationship of trust."

"Yes, yes......!

Revealing relief, Ashley nodded to Karellen's words many times.

Huh, and Karellen smiles bitterly.

"I'm sorry, I made you worry too much. It is very unlikely that Beowulf will be hostile to us. You should have explained that to me."

Ashley shook her head loudly as Karellen apologized.

"No, no, Master Karel is not bad, etc. It was my early point. My apologies."

"If you say so, this one will help. Thanks, Ashley."

I nodded to my men, who drooped their heads all in return,

"But"

and Karellen changed his expression and mouthed a denial conjunction.

"As always, I'd like you to continue gathering information about Beowulf. If the name investigation is seriously painful, it can be called a bridge between clusters of exchanges. Anyway, I want as much information as I can about him and the surroundings"

Bikun, and Ashley's shoulder jumped small.

"-! So, but,"

Karellen blocks the girl's defense with a strong tone.

"I know. But I want you to think about it. We and they are to come to Explore in the near future with a system of cooperation. At that time, the more information you have on your side, the more efficient you'll be, right? It will be possible to drain waste and danger, especially in collaboration during combat. As a commander, I want to emphasize the interests of both sides. Getting their information should be good for them as well as us. Wouldn't you?

"Oh - yes, but..."

"You don't have to be forced to look like you've been. All you have to do is happen to bring back the information that you leaked over there in your everyday conversation. Whatever, you can focus on Beowulf's swordsmanship guide without being particularly aware of it. That would be nice, wouldn't it?

"... Yes..."

With all that concession, there's no longer any reason to shake Ashley's neck sideways. Anyway, Karellen is telling me to keep going the way I've always been.

"I wouldn't even tell you to force yourself to get along with Beowulf. I want you to do whatever you want around there. [M] Yeah, well, I'd have trouble loving him and being a lover to each other, though - wouldn't that?

"Nah -!?"

Kusu, and a little laughing and flying joke, Ashley was poked at her intentions and fed. I change my expression dramatically, and I get a look at it.

"Oh, that's impossible! Never! Say no!"

"I know. Don't be so annoying. Oh, let's keep our voices down a little."

Karellen laughs and gently relaxes the girl who screamed the words of denial in a great panic. Ashley's loud voice had ripples on the surface of the incense tea left in the cup.

"And if you'll excuse me... I'm sorry..."

She herself was most surprised by the unintentionally popping yell and shrunk herself in disgrace at the disrespect.

"If you don't like him, you don't have to be forced to get close. I don't care if you renege on the swordsmanship guide promise. Just a little, just a little. If you're going to keep doing this, why don't you put my favor in the corner of your head? That's really all... okay, Ashley?

If you are questioned that way, there is still only Jesus to Ashley's reply.

"... yes... if Karel says so..."

It's a sloppy way to put it, Ashley thinks. From earlier on he has repeated all the questions Ashley cannot answer as No and has done him a favor at the end of the day. It was a preliminary talk, and Ashley was aware of it, but there was nothing she could do about it.

The opponent is the owner of a brain that has been dubbed "Ice Spear". You're good at one or two pieces with your head spinning. In the first place, Ashley, the next inferior in the Nights, could not have fought with conversation skills.

"Thanks, that helps. I've got men like you, and I'm really happy."

He nodded contentedly, and the young man who was the girl's boss smiled with a grin and tenderness.

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"So, are you okay? Hey, Rug, are you okay?

He was fainting.

A silent bomb was dropped with Mr. Villey's phrase, "Invitation to a date, Rag," and my consciousness was shattered and blown away in thousands.

Mr. Villey grabbed me on both shoulders and I was shaking my body.

"- Ha!? So, it's ok!?

The moment I regained consciousness, my whole body trembled at the shocking fact that Mr. Villey was touching me, and I couldn't fly at all - I couldn't try.

"... that?

Mr. Villey's hands, holding my shoulders, didn't move as if they were giant rocks or something. In other words, I was completely held by her arms, which were not so thick.

Even so,

"What's the sudden matter? Maybe he's not feeling well? I didn't seem to have any fever when I touched it earlier..."

As if it were nothing, Mr. Villey is worried about me and looks all over this body. He didn't even seem to recognize that I was trying to jump out.

What else? If you think about it, it's a good story, and whoever it is, it's Miss Sword, Mr. Villey. I work out differently than a weak explorer like me. Like Mr. Rose, the biological limits will have been breached so much, and if I tell you, you should have enough strength to be deactivated with your bare hands if you're a low-level SB.

Someone like that grabbed me, and I can't even get away with it - close to my face!?

"Was!? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! I'm fine!

"Really? But obviously my face looks red..."

"The soot will fit right in! And anyway, hands on it! Let go of me!"

Mr. Villey's beauty is too right in front of her and her palpitations suck. I smell something good, and my deep red eyes bordered by long eyelashes look at me strangely. It's like dark, brewed incense tea, but when it's stared at with clear eyes, it's kind of like the center of my chest has been tightened so tightly that my breathing is disturbed. I tried so hard to keep my face out of the way that I asked them to let me go anyway.

It was Mr. Villey, who used to tip his neck in suspicion of my behavior, but when I was trembling like a squirrel frightened by the thunder, he eventually let go of my hand, which was grabbing my shoulder.

When I turned around and turned my back on Mr. Villey as I was being rude, I caught a heartbeat bouncing around like a rambling horse.

"... are you sure you're okay, Mr. Rug?

"Ha, ha! Wait a minute, please!

It was dangerous. What would have happened if the same condition had lasted a little longer? It's about me, I might have fainted again.

Repeated deep breaths showed signs of Mr. Villey picking up a bouquet of flowers that fell on the floor behind him. Yes, Mr. Villey ran over worried about me.

"Oh, uh, oh, thank you. Sorry for your concern......!

Then I heard Mr. Villey laughing breathlessly.

"It's okay, because I'm the one who interrupted all of a sudden. Welcome. Sorry to surprise you."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no."

No, I was about to say, light footsteps came from the back of the room.

"... Lato? What are you fussing about?

"Ah, Hanu..."

I guess my scream came out worried. Hannu, dressed as a triangle towel and apron, approached us strangely because she was in the middle of dinner.

"Ho? A visitor? It's rare."

I wear an apron on top of my usual Japanese costume, so normally it should feel like a chig hug, but in Hannu's case it makes me look mildly adorable instead of uncomfortable. By the way, the color is watery and the design is somewhat princess because it's a selection of flims.

"Good evening, Princess Xiaolong. Sorry to bother you."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, Villy."

As soon as I acknowledged Mr. Villey's appearance, the warmth fell out of Hannu's voice. Staring at Mr. Villey's face in a high position with a gaze that can only be described as a jitter, he stops his leg.

"What can I do for you? I don't know, I haven't given up on Lato yet."

With swordswallowing light in the etherochromia of pale and gold, Hannu points his lips.

Ugh, and Mr. Villey laughed.

"Right. But today's a different day."

"What's the matter with you?

To Hannu, who was surprised, Mr. Villey answered this with a somewhat oddly bounced voice.

"Yeah, I'm here today to invite you on a date."

And I swallowed a silent scream. [M]

Yes, I did. I lost my mind because of the horrible sound of this' date '.

- Me and Mr. Villey are on a date!? Oh, it can't be...! Impossible!

…… So...?

I thought I'd get angry when I heard Mr. Villey's dialogue, and Hannu didn't seem to know what the date meant in the first place, only to arm him with his face and tilt his neck.

Aim for that gap,

"Yes, Mr. Rug. Could you take this?

"Huh? Oh, what!? Huh!?

I was offered a bouquet of flowers, and I received them with both hands reflexively.

"Ah..."

In a national custom, accepting a bouquet of flowers = accepting a date. This must, no doubt, be a bouquet of flowers in that sense, mainly because it is a habit passed on to people of aristocratic muscle like Mr. Villey. Even so, the knowledge I know is that in principle I'm supposed to give a bouquet of flowers from man to woman...

Smile, and Mr. Villey smiled like a goddess.

"Thank you, take it. So, Rag, when's your next turn off? I'll put in some time off for your convenience, so let me know."

"Uh, uh, uh - oh, tomorrow's off for a while,"

"Tomorrow. That was just great. Well, then, it's quick, but shall we decide where and when to meet?"

As a result of the serial slaughter, Mr. Villey makes the story unfold with tremendous momentum.

No, they're going to flush it out like this. I have important promises to make tomorrow.

"Oh, so, but tomorrow I have a promise to that Hanu..."

"With Princess Xiaolong? What kind of promise is that? An errand you can't take off?

When I tried to apologize against the torrent, once again, my words were slashed off and questions like a serial penetration were released.

…… What the hell are you talking about?

Hanu, who doesn't know what the date means, apparently doesn't get the guidelines for the story, and he was still twisting his neck with a flower of question marks on his head.

"Ah, Hanu, uh, dating is simply about the two of us going out to play -"

"Ugh?! What the hell!?

The reaction was dramatic. As soon as he explained, Hannu peeled her golden-eyed silver eyes and leaned back to heaven, shouting out loud.

"Oh, no! Are you going to go play with Ratto and just the two of us without saying no to the concubine!?

Shivering, pointing at Mr. Villey's face with his right index finger.

"Yes, it is."

Letting go of the bouquet of flowers, Mr. Villey slipped past me and entered the front door. and then bend in so that Hanu and the height of his gaze match,

"I'm sorry, Princess Xiaolong. That's what I'm talking about. If you don't mind not saying no, I'll say no. If you don't mind, I'd like to borrow you for tomorrow's off, Rag, okay?

I said it without looking bad.

Naturally, there's no way Hanu won't be furious.

"- Yup, I won't allow it! I will never forgive you! Tomorrow my concubine! This concubine is going out with Ratto! I won't allow any of you to get in the way!

That's right. Then he proceeded to walk towards Mr. Villey, and Hannu ate abruptly. As I saw somewhere one day, the two face each other close to the point where their foreheads bump into each other and scatter sparks at close range.

"Oh, that's all right. You and Rug are always together, aren't you? Don't you mind giving it up to me for an occasional break?

"Don't be ridiculous! My concubine promised Ratto first! There's nowhere else to give in!

Whew, Hannu roars like a god. Mr. Villey, by contrast, laughed at the dullness,

"You're really close, you guys. So, can I ask you something instead?

So, for some reason, I made an offer to Hannu in front of me, hey, hey.

While Hannu in a battle posture is surprised by the movement of his hand, he slowly offers his left ear, perceiving Mr. Villey's intentions.

Mr. Villey whispered something as he leaned his lips against those tiny, slightly red ears. Then,

"- Ugh!?

Hannu raised a weird voice and made Bickoon and his little body jump. It is a reaction like a cat flushed with current.

"Hey dude......!?

Like a fire lit, I made a noise and Hannu's face stained bright red. Ethereal and gold eyes swam through the universe in pieces, and a wide open mouth was wrinkled and fierce.

"Ho ho!? Ha ho ho ho! Ohhhh!

Wow. I've never seen Hanu so upset. I haven't completely turned Lu Rhythm around and I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe, but I'm like, 'What!? What are you talking about? Oops!' Is it?

Mr. Villey laughing at Niyaniya turns his prank-like flush to Hannu.

"Oh, that's good. I'm the one who gave you the must-have, so you'd have enough rights to let me know how it turns out, wouldn't you?

"Ha, ha, ha! Hey, hey! Shit, that's not gonna happen! Heh, heh, I'm kidding!

Over and over again, Hannu managed to say all that back. It was found out that the last 'don't be ridiculous' was completely less compelling than the first one, so I was putting up a void.

- The whole thing, what are you talking about? Is that what I shouldn't hear? [M]

Mr. Villey puts his right palm on his own cheek, his left palm on his right elbow, and says, "You're in trouble."

"Oh, yeah? Fine, then, you don't have to tell me. Then have fun with you tomorrow, Rag? I made a date the next off-day, and then, Rag, I just want you to talk to me directly."

"Ooh!?"

There was another groan that I couldn't even tell from Hannu's throat. It's weird to say that the golden-eyed silver eyes are made black and white - bikins, stiff as stone statues have become.

"Oh, me...?

Apparently, I had something to do with Hannu going so far. Is it something I know about listening to you in person?

"Nah, nah, nah! Then no! Don't say no! You'll never forgive me for that! Son of a bitch! You very bad people! You bastard!

Hannu, who shouts louder, is no longer a teardropper. He also gestures and blames Mr. Villey violently.

When this happens, Mr. Villey's grin looks Russian, little deviled. Maybe a little flimsy.

"Oh, why? You, the boulder, have no right to stop me and Rag from talking, do you?

"No, no, no, no, no. Ahhh!

Probably, Hannu shakes his head and rejects Mr. Villey's words. Like a wacko - or a wacko itself.

"What are you going to do!? What are you going to do when you hear that!?

Very desperate - no. Almost crying Hannu complains at last grabbing Mr. Villey's clothing collar.

You didn't think you'd come in direct contact with the boulder, Mr. Villey was a little surprised and pulled in a slight grin.

"No, I don't care... Oh, so what about this?

Villey suggests, smiling again at what she came up with, pi, and with her index finger.

"Rag tomorrow. If you give me a break, I'll forget about this story. Of course, I don't steam back when it's convenient. I'm not gonna talk about it again, and I'm not gonna ask you, Rug, or root digging leaf digging. - What do you say?

"Grrr......!

Hannu, who was crying, stopped moving and moaned painfully. Make your mouth a letter to, and look at Mr. Villey with remorse. The famous sword lady took the stabbing gaze of different colors flatly and let her wink like a prank.

"I don't care either way, Princess Xiaolong?

"Grungy...!

Hannu endures humiliation and anger by shaking her little body. You look like a boulder.

"Oh, you know, Hanu...?

And I called out, and there was Hanu's heterochromia, which I saw this one, and a flickering eye.

It was then that Bohun, and again Hanu's face became like a boiled octopus to the tip of his ear.

"- Knock...! I don't know how to do it...!

"What!?

Hannu turned his bittersweet face downwards and accepted Mr. Villey's suggestion. It was shortly after I set my sights on it, so I stuttered extra. What the hell has become the deciding factor?

"That's a wise decision. Then, as promised, I'll let you decide there was no such thing as this story."

Mr. Villey, laughing happily, raised one hand and tried to stroke Hannu's head. but the hand nearly touches the silver hair that reflects the lighting to the seven colors, beshin, and the little palm strikes it off.

"Huh! Don't you dare touch me, you miserable bastard!... Remember, someday, someday, someday, you'll see it in your eyes...!

Guru, and Hannu eat his teeth and stare at Mr. Villey, declaring that one day he will surely avenge himself. But my face is bright red as it was raised, my creepy eyes are teary-eyed, and it's called a hateful look and a good mouth, although I'm sorry to say this - it was a complete loser howl.

"Damn...... you're probably cute too, Princess Xiaolong. This time it's with you, Rug, but I'd like to go on a date with you next time too. What do you think?"

In spite of the fact that she was able to squeeze her hands away quite occasionally, Ms. Villey said something like that instead of turning off her grin.

- So now I'm going on a date with Hanu...?

"Huh?"

"Don't lose your bullshit. No! Who are you... and..."

My question mark and Hannu's fierce voice rose almost simultaneously, but my best friend's words slowed down gradually from the middle and finally silenced.

I thought maybe, Shivu, and Hannu quickly jumped off the spot and took a distance from Mr. Villey. Standing to hold his own body wrapped around the apron with his fine arms, Hannu turns his eyes to Mr. Villey like a frightened little animal.

"... oh no, I'm not like your servant Flim...?

Hannu misunderstood easily. But, well, I don't think we have a choice. These days Hannu has been attacked by a flim if there is a gap, and she is attacked by 'Ah, Princess Xiaolong is a cute, cute, cute healing -'.

"? Flim......? Oh, speaking of which, you're a new member in your cluster, aren't you? I'm listening. Mr. Loltrinze, I just wanted to say hello. I wonder if you're here now."

"Oh, uh, Flim is out to the rental workshop now..."

"Rosé is in the middle of an evening. I can't get my hands off you."

Fortunately, I snuck up and thanked God for not having someone on the scene who was just about to get into trouble. I mean Flim, I don't know what I'd do if I had a beauty like Mr. Villey in front of me.

"Oh, yeah. Too bad. Maybe I'll say hello again. By the way, Mr. Rug?

I got up and Mr. Villey turned to me. A shiny gold ponytail leaps through the universe like a snake. She has one hand on her hips, in a pose that can only be described as confident,

"As you heard, Princess Xiaolong's understanding has been gained. You also received a bouquet of flowers, so I know the reply, but it shouldn't be my mistake, and you'll let me hear it just in case?

"Heh...?

"Tomorrow's date, OK? Let me get back to you."

to ask, with a full grin, Mr. Villey.

"- Huh...!?

Again my whole body lights up on fire instead of my face and my breath is stuck. I held the bouquet of flowers back, and I said it didn't make any sense.

"Uh, uh, um - and I don't know, how could I...!?

A question arose in the first place. I tell you myself, I realize it like it is now. Yes, that's where it matters. Why would Mr. Villey invite me on a date? [M]

Mr Villey's response was concise.

"Oh, is that so strange? Leaders from both sides meet face-to-face before a major joint exploration… often?

Where is it necessary to deliberately call that a 'date'? I think so, but I can't get it out of my mouth.

Mr. Villey accidentally clouded his expression as I pampered his mouth with every fish I had gone ashore. Slightly lay your eyes down,

"Could it have been... annoying...?

"- Damn, that's not true! Never! Say no!"

I answered instantly. I had to. I denied it with all my might that I would hold my fist before I knew it.

"Yes, that would be nice."

As soon as I got there, Mr. Villey's face glistened. Then I felt this place so bright that I wondered if the lighting had gone off until just now.

――――

I think. Woohoo, this man must be brilliant in existence itself - and. At night, as featherworms flock to the streetlights, Mr. Villey has a [light] that attracts people, and people stop by for it. And the [light] is further adorned by the shadows made by the gathering crowds, which add to the presence. That's why this man is so dazzling just because he exists like this.

"So, can we hope to hang out tomorrow?

"... Yes..."

I nodded half unconsciously as I was sucked into unspeakable magic.

Mr. Villey's smile adds even more radiance.

"Thank you, Mr. Rug. Well, I guess I'll be excused for interrupting your meal. I'll message you later for location and time. See you tomorrow."

Then he looks back over his shoulder at Hanu behind him and gives him a deep red glance.

"Don't worry. I'll keep my word, Princess Xiaolong. Now that story is a charade."

"Naturally. Try to make a slight mistake, then…"

"I know. This is just between me and you, Hi-mi-tsu."

To Hannu pointing her eyes and lips with a muffled expression, Mr. Villey puts his left index finger on his lip and specifies a secret story. Then I meditated on one eye and showed it, but it was so full of tea and eyesight that I didn't think it was called by two hard names, such as "Miss Sword".

"Good night, both of you."

Leaving behind, Mr. Villey walked past me and walked away with a salary.

Dropping off the golden ponytail at a rhythmic pace often makes me [pompous].

- One, what was it?

I thought it was sudden, and he invited me on a date, and when I finished talking to him, he left.

He was like a breeze.

"Hmm, you fox. A perfectly clever imitation..."

Would it have been scattered all over it if I had salt? Hannu, with her hands on her hips and her thin chest, muttered a bump and grudge, sticking her lips out.

Since Mr. Villey is gone, I've been curious to hear that he is.

"Um, by the way, Hanu? I was just talking to Mr. Villey."

"-No!?

Vickoon! and the same reaction just happened. Hannu looked back at me in a motion that seemed to surprise me loudly from right behind, and looked straight at me.

I was seen so embarrassed - that was the look on my face.

Speaking of which, you've seen a similar face somewhere lately - and I thought that was Mr. Ashley when I went into the shower room by mistake in the example virtual space.

Image overlaps. Dyed her cheeks red, her eyes wide open to even her pupils, her mouth in the form of a 'wow', her lips soaked with pulls, and the appearance of a sharp and breathtaking girl.

Hannu trembles like a deer on a stormy night, twitching and tears in both eyes,

"hey......!

"I...?

And that one word that finally squeezed out let the embankment decimate all at once.

"- More than that. You don't hear that. Wow! Rat's silly ooh-ooh-ooh!

"No -!?"

When the loud voice smashed my ear, Hannu turned back on her heels with tornado momentum. Then she ran off to her room in an apron.

"- Oh, that!? Hey, what, Hannu!?

At the end of my gaze, I reached out unexpectedly, and the phone, and the sliding door, closed in momentum. I rushed over, and the sound of locking from the inside nearly reaching the panel rang.

"Hey, ha, hanu!? Yikes, all of a sudden what's wrong Hanu!? Oh, oh, sorry!? Huh, you shouldn't have asked!? Um, uh, sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! So, come on out! Hey! Hanu!?

I call you in with a gentle knock on the door, but no reply at all.

It was in a complete caged castle state.

In the end.

And no matter how much I apologized, Hannu didn't even say yes, and he didn't come out caged in his room.