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

Mr. Villey tried her best to entertain me anyway.

I tried my best to respond to that, too - I intend to.

But in fact, instead of enjoying the date, I had to even feel like I was sitting on a needle because of my gaze from around me.

What else?

As soon as I left the Beautiful Leg Pavilion in Chamosica, I noticed an unusual amount of gaze that would kill me from around me.

It's obvious if you think about it, even though it's how much time most explorers spend going to Lunatic Babel, it's [um] Miss Sword Villey who walks with my hand.

There was no way I could have been inconspicuous.

Whatever the other city, there's no one in this floating city float rise who doesn't know Mr. Villey, the top explorer.

Even he is a hero who was awarded an award by the city manager in praise of his accomplishments in the Volkling Circus case - suggesting pre-raid prevention measures, and preparedness plans to respond, and gathering things quickly after the incident. Moreover, part of it was delivered to the rest of the world through various media.

Say it again. There was no way it was inconspicuous.

Everyone stops and looks back if you walk down the street. Even if you can't tell at a glance that you're Mr. Villey, partly because you're lowering your hair today rather than trademark ponytails, that kind of rare beauty will always make you do that. Regardless of young or old.

Let's just say it again. There was no way I could have been inconspicuous.

There's a totally disproportionate man walking by such a beautiful woman.

"Who's next door?

The gaze of the question pierces me simultaneously, turning me into a beehive.

Is it the guy called Evil Standout? No one cares if the stone is just rolling by the road, but when it comes to lining up next to the finest gems, the story changes. It would have been easier if you wanted the sun to shine, too strong a light to see shadows or shapes, but reality didn't either.

I'm too close to the magnificent Mr. Villey, I can't help but blur in contrast, something that would have been seen in the eyes of the city's people.

Ahead of Mr. Villey, the crowd is separated from nature, paving the way.

"Ah," it's Miss Sword...! "" Wow, really... "" Awesome beauty... "" I've never seen you dressed like that... "" Oh, hey, you call me. "" Huh!? Hey, no, I... I don't know, who's holding that hand? "" That? Speaking of which... ""... you're such a pussy... "" Who do you mean? Why are you holding hands and walking with me? "" That? Miss Sword, did Villy have a brother? "" No, my sister and brother would have hair color together, wouldn't they?

Fortunately, I was unhappy because I was wearing a new jacket, or because I didn't find out I was Beowulf. Well, if I just found out, it doesn't matter what happens. But it had the effect of lessening the embarrassment to some extent.

Or...

"- Oh, uh, Vi, Mr. Villy? That, hand, ahhh..."

"No, Mr. Rug. Like I said, we're on a date today, right? Something that connects your hands."

You're not even supposed to stand out weird if you're not even connected like this, but whatever I said, Mr. Villey wouldn't let go of me. Or even just walking like this, she was in a terrible mood.

"It's been a long time, I can't believe you're walking out of town holding hands like this with someone else. And..."

Hiraki, and his deep red eyes glance at me. There's a difference in height, so it feels a bit like looking down.

"The opponent is famous." The brave Beowulf. "I feel great. Look, everyone's been paying attention since just now. You're a boulder, Rag."

Mr. Villey proclaims that without any evil.

No, I'm not, because it's not me. Guys, I'm looking at you. Why don't you notice that -!?

I no longer feel like putting in a scratch and correcting it, and I stick a subtle look on my face and follow Mr. Villey as he walks happily.

Gradually, the surrounding gaze changed to resentment, giving rise to a feeling of boiled acids all over his body, but he tried to ignore it as much as he could. When I took it properly, everything in my gut, instead of my stomach, must have dissolved in the drool.

swinging in front of you as much as you can, walking with your blonde hair in sight as if it were glowing in itself, eventually,

"I got it, it's here."

Mr. Villey stopped and looked back at this one.

Mr. Villey's back moves to the right and the sight pops into his eyes.

"- What is this place..."

I was breathtaking.

The brilliant sight makes my eyes tickle.

Knowledge knew that the area (area) was in the central district of Float Rise.

But I've never taken a leg. So this will be the first time I've been here.

Of course. Because this is--

"Also known as" The Road to Dragon Miyagi Castle, "there are rumors going on that only some members can get in, but nothing like that? Sure, there's an atmosphere at first glance that says no, but if you go in, you'll see. Don't worry, the guards won't grab your roots and kick you out."

"Da."

I shuddered in amazement as I listened to Mr. Villey, who explains himself in a whisper, inadvertently murmuring his name.

"-" Diamond Street……! "

Super luxury shopping district - would it be easy to understand if I explained that?

So to speak, the top compatibility of the 'outdoor street', which is also arguably the finest place.

Straight stretching boulevard. Connecting houses along that path are all no less prestigious. For ordinary people like me, it's just famous stores that have never heard of names, crossed layers, etc.

The sight of the street glistened in my eyes for some reason, even though it was not a group of buildings with gold or silver leaves in particular.

The people walking down the street also had a different vibe than the others. It's clothing that's wrapped around you, it's a bit of a stand-up - those details, but they're decidedly different.

And as Mr. Villey's alias - "The Road to Dragon Miyagi Castle" shows, literally, a glorious castle stands at the end of the street where the stores of the finest brands, both genres, glimmer.

That's Dragon Miyagi Castle, the oldest luxury department store in this float rise - Atlantis.

Castle, is not a metaphor or anything. The sky-high giant is the castle itself. Huge buildings with majestic designs, not simple silhouette buildings like the city government. Exactly, it boasts a beauty worthy of being called "Dragon Miyagi Castle".

Regardless, on a scale, the shopping mall is still bigger than it used to be during the 'Volkling Circus Incident' when it broke into and collapsed during the battle against the Siglos. But that's a minor problem.

If you say so, that's the common man's shop.

This is a... "nobleman's shop.

In format, it is as if the dimensions are different.

"- Huh...? Oh, uh, hey... wait a minute...?

Looking up at Ryumiya Castle Atlantis, I spilled a strange voice through my trembling throat.

I guessed it.

Mr. Villey brought me here, to make sense of it.

"... are you going in...? Here, here, here. Heh...?

I turn my neck to Mr. Villey in a motion like an oiled machine, and I ask him a question. Again, I meant to show Diamond Street with a blurb trembling index finger and create a somewhat rejecting atmosphere there.

But.

"Of course. That's why I'm here."

There's no way Mr. Villey could have considered my sense of money or anything like that, and he answered that with a really innocent smile.

Gu, my hand is drawn.

"Let's go. There are so many interesting things here."

Mr. Villey walked without any hesitation towards the large arch gate at the entrance to the street. Overall Rating A weak explorer in the D-rank couldn't possibly rival the arm strength of Miss Sword Villey, rather she didn't even show the bare hands she was noticing this wasted footscratch, and she pulled me into Diamond Street.

The moment we set foot on the glorious boulevard, the amount of gaze that would kill us both doubled, and the variety increased.

No, no, no, I scream without a voice.

There was something wrong with who saw it and what they thought. It's not about the outfit or anything. It's different from the aura you're wearing. Exactly water and oil. I must have been more foreign than the fish in the desert.

But Mr. Villey doesn't pay attention at all.

"There are a lot of places here that sell basics, clothes, cars, and daily necessities, but there aren't many stores that specialize in explorers. Of course, they specialize in ceremonial (app) stores. If you want to go up there, there's no harm in knowing."

Mr. Villey teaches pleasure as he walks with his hands together. But that, in a way, was something anyone explorers around here knew.

I see. This Diamond Street and Dragon Palace Atlantis should have roughly the best you can think of. If it was a router, for example, something definitely from fifteen ports would be selling it.

That's the price for the difference in digits.

It couldn't possibly be in the hands of an explorer, but it was determined to be an amount that could be bought in a mansion.

"I also had my" Blazing Force "set up in a series of stores here. Rug, maybe it's time for you to have an original surgical ceremony, too? For example, is there a" strengths "," rapids ", or" protection "support effect of physical strengthening at once? The efficiency of using Photon Blood will increase, and I'm sure it will help. - Even so, this is something that me and Karellen have been working on lately."

So, Mr. Villey laughs lightly with his tongue out.

That was so cute that my eyes were going to be crushed, but I couldn't laugh at all because the cost of developing the original procedure should probably cost enough money to buy ten or twenty routers.

- It's noble...! I knew this guy was a muscled aristocrat......! The monetary sensation dimension is too different......!

Without forbidding the war, Mr. Villey keeps moving to the back of Diamond Street. Could it be that you're going as far as Atlantis as this...!?

The gaze from the people around him changes at the same stage as anyone else. First of all, I turn around so that I can attract my eyes to Mr. Villey's never negligible aura, often falling in love with its beauty, slightly, then going from shoulder to hand extension to odd man, where I look lightly surprised - all this.

When I was watching the beautiful swan figure on the lake, it was a reaction as if I had found one wild dog nearby for some reason.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I squeal in my mouth many times, and I let myself bow down and follow Mr. Villey.

I was embarrassed and sorry, but more than that, everything in the city was dazzling, and I couldn't keep my eyes open.

Shout in your heart.

- Somebody...! Somebody help me......!

If shopping is to be called 'shopping', I guess that was definitely 'shopping'.

But if the sight of something that could be bought in a whole house that could easily be bought in a pom pom is only referred to as' shopping '.

Rude way to put it, it was a sight of nausea for a common man like me.

The first stop was at the weapons store.

When I say weapon shop, it doesn't resemble the 'Caliburn' I used to go to ask for the maintenance of weapons. Everything is different: the store, the atmosphere, the clerk, the system.

The jewellery store and the interior are carefully decorated with a variety of weapons that can be seen as a product just by looking at them. The swords and spears, axes and hammers, each carved with its own name or accompanied by a certificate, which are arranged on a platform similar to the altar.

All of this is at the hands of prominent armour-makers (crafters). If Flim was there, he would have run around with his eyes shining.

What shook me up above all was that no weapon [had a price tag on it].

I mean, I don't know the price.

Needless to say, the moment I realized that, the dock, and the sweat seeped out of the pores called pores all over my body.

Even so.

"This and this. Yeah, that one there and that one over there."

Mr. Villey instantly buys up what he likes by quantifying for his hands the weapons that are displayed without any hesitation - mainly the swords, but also the others.

Without checking the price.

The store people won't touch anything around it either, and we'll go through the process as normal, so come on, it's tough.

I know there's something about it that sounds like an implicit rule, but I have no idea about its legality. Why is the price not shown anywhere? Why can I buy it without asking the price? Why doesn't anyone touch on the price?

- Could it be stranger to care about the price here...?

Is that normal? I care about the price. Am I too cautious? Or is it okay for someone who cares about the price to be here?

The more I think about it, the narrower my shoulder gets, the more I'm going to hold my head.

That way, the world that lives in is so different that it's crammed into a gap.

"And I wonder if I can get all the stuff around here."

The moment Mr. Villey showed the corner of the store in a casual tone, the chill ran as if he had been put ice in his spine.

- Here, around here... there are about 20 swords lined up that seem expensive, but there!?

I thought my eyeballs would pop up.

"- Oh, uh, Vi, Mr. Villy...?

When I was concerned about boulders and asked why I bought so many, Mr. Villey answered:

"I need a spare weapon for members of the Knights. Wouldn't it be a waste if you didn't buy good stuff when you could? Oh, yeah. Rug, did you like anything, too?

He asked me that in a bright voice, and I panicked and said, "Yes, what!? And, especially Ha!" and fled. Without a doubt, on the day I said "I care about this..." at any one of them, they must have given me that.

Incidentally, as I also went around the store, overwhelmed by the power of high-end weapons, "Shining Wings (Vernd)" was on display with my grandmother, Lainesis Maria, and "Infinite Light (Ein Soph. Oulu) I saw the work of my cousin Milliberti Flim and she accidentally sprayed some weird juice out of her mouth.

Regardless of your grandmother's, I didn't expect Flim's created weapon to be placed in such an amazing place. I feel a little sorry for myself for the fact that this is going to inadvertently change my eyes to see Flim. I resent my shortness.

But on the contrary, the Black Xuan and White Tiger that I love are such delicacies at the hands of my grandmother and cousin. With that in mind, wouldn't it be so comforting?

- And so on, immersed in a secretly proud mood in my chest, Mr. Villey came back to me after shopping all the way through.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Rug. Could you hold this for me?

"Huh? Ah, yes"

I received the offer reflexively. [M] I'm a little surprised by the weight, not by the elongated look.

After that, I realized that I had finally received something I should not have received.

"... Huh? Is that it? Um... is this...?

"Yeah, it's a sign of your closeness. It's all in my heart, but please take it. [That] wouldn't get in the way, would it?

What Mr. Villey had handed me was a swing of knife that fit into his sheath.

I take it seriously by accident. Compared to the weapon you are decorating, there is not much excessive decoration, it is of a solid design. For an elongated look, it's finally heavy. Perhaps the density of the metal used is high.

- That's a sign of approaching!? This, this, this is a gift. This!

Trying to rush back,

"- No, no, but, no, no! Ugh, I can't take it! Even in the next joint exploration..."

Mr. Villey shook his head to the side of me giving him the knife.

"Too bad you've already bought it. You can't return it if it's not defective."

He had anticipated my reaction, and Mr. Villey told a dialogue that he had prepared in advance, and let him flaunt his shoulders with a deliberate pattern.

I just have to puff my mouth like a fish up on land. [M]

"Yes, it would be hard if it was really defective, so I was wondering if you could check it out. Why don't you unplug it?

Smile, go ahead, and prompt Mr. Villey. There was no sound. I put my hand on the pattern as I was told, and I pulled the knife out of the firm sheath again.

"- What is this..."

Keep an eye out for the blade that showed itself. I see, it should be a lot heavier than I saw it.

There was a blade that refined the pale body - the rare metal "etherinium".

I think my breathing did stop the moment my face and eyes met in polished pale steel.

This knife is made of the same material as Mr. Villey's Liverdeen or Ashley's Sir Baylin. That is, it is hard, heavy, but resilient, and most importantly, it has the energy of the reality alteration phenomenon - that is, the properties that absorb the surgical force,

It's so expensive.

"- Huh!?

Strip your eyes as much as you want, bah! Ba! and over and over again I let my gaze go back and forth between Mr. Villey and the knife. I can't think of a word to describe this emotion, and I just have to stop saying it.

Even so, Mr. Villey smiles happily for some reason and says he just seems a little sorry.

"I really wanted to give you a sword, but it's like the ingredients are out of stock just for the ingredients. But if it was about the size of a knife, it was in stock, so I made it. If it's that size, it doesn't have to be you. - Right, Princess Xiaolong can handle it, right? The sign of your proximity is not for you, Rag, but for you" BVJs ". I'm sure it'll help, so could you take it?

"Yes, no... Um... um..."

Villey smiled like a sunflower at me when I was awfully upset and wondered what had happened to the knife I had received.

"What, should I have prepared all the members?

"I just want to thank you so much for receiving this - thank you so much - thank you so much - - heh!!

I bowed my head deeply and shouted thanks for the horrible words.

The next time Mr. Villey was on his way, as I had expected, he was a protective equipment dealer.

Here again, Mr. Villey buys first-class and luxury items as if he were going to eat whale-eating horses. Exactly.

And once again, he tried to figure something out for me, so this time he stubbornly insisted on the boulder.

"I have this, ah, new combat jacket...!

"Oh, really?... If you look closely, could it be" Infinite Light (Ein Sof Oul) "...?

Mr. Villey noticed the name (signature) on my battle jacket, Achilles' left chest. Due to the difference in height, he leaned back slightly towards my chest.

I was surprised that Mr. Villey knew that the three "0" marks on the side represented "infinite light (Ein Sof Oulu)" and that it indicated an armor maker (crafter) named Flim. I mean, when I'm with this guy, I just feel surprised.

"Huh? And you know what?

"Yeah, I'm not famous as an up-and-coming armor maker (crafter). In particular, the invention of the Photon Organ has been the subject of discussion lately. But I'm a difficult craftsman, and I hear you only take orders you like...?

And the deep red eyes look up at me. I'm stuck breathing again, shooting through that compelling gaze. I could see the same platinum blonde lashes as my hair depicting a graceful curve.

How could you do this? I wonder how I answered the question with a gaze.

The fact that Flim only takes orders he likes is half right and half is a misunderstanding. Because Flim doesn't decide not to take it because of the content of the order.

She looks at the person she's ordered and decides whether to accept it or reject it.

The criteria for sorting are limited to one point: how to handle the weapons ordered by the other.

For example, there are races in the world that become 'weapons collectors'. This is already a flimsy, perfect-out opponent.

"What are you going to do with it and decorate the numbo armor! I admit that's beautiful!

That is why people who do not have a firm purpose for use are categorically refusing to order.

Conversely, then what kind of order owner would be happy to accept, which, of course, is someone who would love to use the weapon properly.

Such people, by and large, seem to know by their looks. Is what you are wearing properly maintained? Are you polite in your attitude and language when dealing with people? Are you dressed oddly in clothing - etc.

The more people dispose of their weapons, the more weapons they usually use remain worn out, with poor attitudes and tones, and a fiercely assertive presence.

"Ma, there are some exceptions to wanting to break our Hart, being too unscrupulous."

Again, as a weapons maker (crafter), I want what I make with my soul to be used with care, and at the same time I want it to be well served - she said.

That's why Flim chooses customers. A warrior who loves to use his own spirited and forged weapons, and treats him as a Lotus Toshio presence while on the battlefield - only against such opponents does she wave her arms.

No matter what anyone tells you.

Incidentally, it is quite ironic that such a piece of her was placed in an earlier weapons store. That is probably a used item sold by the person who ordered the armor from Flim.

Flim's weapons are based on personal weapons (bespoke) like Durgassatie, Skylaider, and my Kurokuen (Riddill) and White Tiger (Flotty). But as I was asking for weapons maintenance in "Caliburn," if someone with the technology cares about it, they can modify any amount of weapons. When the buyer showed up earlier, it was not difficult to imagine that it would be tuned exclusively to that person.

Whatever I say, it's my freedom to change my weaponry. Sell what you no longer use and buy even more powerful weapons - I think this is a constant for those who live on the battlefield like Explorer.

So I can't help it all. I just have to break it off because I think that's what the world is all about. - Well, if he finds himself, he's going to be very upset.

gossip. It makes me subtly hesitant to introduce her to an explorer like Mr. Villey, just a flim with such a policy.

Flim said this the other day, although I don't think Mr. Villey did.

'I'm here, right? "Will you take the order on the mark you're approaching?" I don't mind if you're a decent person, but I'm thinking that only a guy who says that would be able to handle it if he gollied it with a cone. Oh, I hate my balls. "

Shh, he was tongue-in-cheek and rounded out his disgust.

So, assuming that Mr. Villey is willing to place an order for the production of weapons on Flim, it could be a big deal. I hope Flim likes Mr. Villey and takes his order, but in case he doesn't...

"... Mr. Rug? What's wrong with you? Look in the funny direction, something to hide?

He was turning away from nature and Mr. Villey's gaze within his unpleasant imagination. I turned to Mr. Villey's voice, who grinned like a prank.

"Yes, no, uh..."

Bitter laughter.

Nevertheless. After all, Mr. Villey and Flim will be face-to-face in joint exploration in the near future. Instead of being silent, it can be a strange spark.

So I had to explain it well here.

I dare you to fix my face.

"... Um, actually... I just need you to keep it a secret..."

"Oh? A secret story? Fine, that sounds interesting."

Whispering in a whisper with an applause beside her mouth, Ms. Villey glanced at her curiosity and gave her a look of fun as a child. Then - it may be a rude way to put it - there are times when you look slightly younger than you think you should be years old. Maybe surprisingly, he's the one with the childish part.

"What? What? It's okay, because I have a hard mouth. I'll keep a secret."

And Mr. Villey leans to my mouth in a motion without hesitation. Pitri, and her body snuggled against her chest, and I nearly blew my heart out, and I stuffed my breath.

- Mm, too defenseless......!? No, should I say I'm too reluctant......!?

Maybe I should say fortunately or unfortunately, I'm completely unconscious as a man. In a way, therefore, Mr. Villey packs his distance safely and unconsciously.

I'm really not sure if I'm lucky or sorry, even myself.

"... uh... this is my cousin I was just talking to..."

"Yeah, I'm sure he's a new member of your cluster... Mr. Flim, did I say?

To my whisper, Mr. Villey returns the gavel with a small voice, too.

"... that's the..." Infinite Light (Ein Sof Oulu) "

"... Huh?

Mr. Villey spills a voice like he was struck by a void. Once you get your head off me, you stare at my face seriously. Then, hey, I made a call, so I guessed the intent, and I gave him my ear the other way.

"... sorry if I was mistaken... I feel different from the name I know...?

To that question, oh, I nod. I switched positions again, and now I hit him in the ear. [M]

"... sorry, Flim is my nickname. My real name is Milliverty Flim. As you may not know, she is my grandmother's apprentice," Glowing Wings (Vernd) "and she is also my cousin..."

"Ver-!?"

All of a sudden, the shout went up, and Mr. Villey hurriedly held his mouth down with both hands. He was so surprised. I was also surprised by the more unexpected reaction.

The gaze in the store concentrates on us for a moment. but they didn't attract as much interest as they did, and soon the attention was dispersed.

"... I'm sorry, I'm surprised..."

After making sure the attention around him faded, Mr. Villey himself seemed confused by the voices he had left on his own, and he apologized. I panicked and shook my head to the side, appealing that I didn't care.

"Yes, no, it's okay..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry...... but, yeah, I see. Milliverty Flim, so, Mr. Flim... yeah, you're convinced. If you ask me, right? That's all I can think about... I wonder why you didn't notice..."

Mr. Villey let Zhu bow down the face he gave him and apparently was seriously shy. Did your face come on fire, pinch your cheeks with both hands and change your body direction a little bit?

…………

Is that it? What is it, this feeling? I feel a strange freshness for the different kinds of reactions that Hannu, Rosé and Flim have.

Maybe, but isn't this the kind of "normal girl" thing? I'm not sure because I'm not the type around me... but somehow, I think about that in a corner of my head.

I didn't know what a disgraceful Mr. Villey looked like.

"Oh, don't look too much, Mr. Rag... I'm so embarrassed right now... when I'm seen so much, I get extra embarrassed..."

And only Mr. Villey and the others said it in a thin voice, and I fluttered my feet as if I had been shot through the chest by an invisible arrow. Kiyun, and puts his fist around the center of his painful chest, trying to somehow hold back the roaring palpitations.

- Hey, what is this...!? What is this feeling......!?

I don't try to stop my heart from striking an early bell.

That Mr. Villey, that "sword lady" Mr. Villey, is embarrassed like a normal girl - that was a pretty shocking sight for me.

A feeling of disloyalty like watching something you shouldn't - but let's just say.

I couldn't tell you how impulsive I was to run my spine with a freak, and I stood up. [M]

"- Well, no, it wasn't the other way around. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Mr. Rug, are you sure? [Um] Vernd is your grandmother... ho, is that true?

Once again, Mr. Villey, who returned to me, regained his posture, and now it is up to him to ask with a suppressed voice.

"Ha, yes... you know our grandmother...?

When I asked back, Mr. Villey's expression glistened, and suddenly he took my hands - close! Your face is close, Mr. Villey!?

"Of course not. Explorer, I can't believe you don't know Mr. Leinesis Maria's name.

Mr. Villey imitated the cleverness of whispering and exaggerating.

"Oh, but yeah, Rag, I should have noticed when I found out your name. Certainly not the same naming type. Yeah, but, yeah, wow, that's a huge coincidence...!

He's very excited about something, and Mr. Villey's tone plays. The spinning words were also unsettling and he was like an actor who forgot the line.

"Um, you know, me, I've never met him, but I've always respected Mr. Rainesismaria...! She is the armor maker (crafter) and explorer - no, the treasure of the world......! One day it was one of my dreams to have her build a sword......!

I was also surprised by Mr. Villey, who sparkled his deep red eyes and gained momentum, but more than that, I was surprised by the nobility of my own grandmother.

Maria, I knew your grandmother was a famous armor maker (crafter), but I didn't know you existed enough to do Mr. Villey and make it this far.

"You didn't know it before, but this is how you and his grandson and I were meeting......! It would be a great honor, as you may think it is now......!

I lose my word to Mr. Villey, the girl who holds this hand and admires the Prince of the White Horse.

That look was too unexpected.

Is this too awesome for my grandmother? Or was Mr. Villey a surprisingly meeher person? I can't tell which one it is - but I've never seen Mr. Villey's face like this before. I mean, I never thought he was someone who could do this look.

When I was stunned by the unexpected side of the admirer, Mr. Villey returned to me, wondering if the fever had eventually subsided.

"-Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Rug, if I did, I'd get excited...!... I just apologized earlier..."

"Yes, no..."

He let go of my hand and now he's depressed. [M]

I only knew what you looked like as a swordsman, but could you possibly be Mr. Villey - a surprisingly normal person...?

Speaking of which, I've never been in a situation where it's just Mr. and Mrs. Villey. Mr. Karel was with me all the time. Is it because of that? It always seems to me that Mr. Villey acted in a mask as' Captain '.

But if you thought it was because of the lack of Knights members nearby today, maybe you're alarmed and vegan - and so on.

"... that's crazy. Rag, I asked you out today to show me all your facets, and this doesn't look like I'm just ashamed of you. I'm starting to feel kind of unreasonable, huh?

With his hands on his hips, Pooh, and his cheeks swollen, Mr. Villey suddenly said that and looked at me lightly.

"Oh, uh, eh!? Oh no...!?

All of a sudden there was an unexpected barbaric voice. Stand your hands like walls and take a defensive stance.

"No, that's true. Mr. Rag, you're a pretty good player, aren't you? Maybe it's a pseudo (bluff) that's panicking like that right now?

Mr. Villey's index finger, bent, pinched, and protruded, stuck in the middle of my chest. Mr. Villey opened his eyes as his fingers moved to draw the letter 'of' as it was,

"I don't know what to say to myself, but I'm supposed to be famous for respecting the glowing wings. The truth is, you've been trying to surprise me and keep that stuff warm, haven't you? What do you think? Be honest."

Twirling, white fishy fingers tickle my chest. My heart beats as well. [M]

"Oh, sorry... I didn't know that... me...!?

- Oh, my God, I'm kidding.

"Huh?"

Mr. Villey, who was swelling, turned around and chuckled.

"I know, I mean you're not that type. Just a little lightning up, I'm sorry."

Mr. Villey took my hand when he meditated and winked with tea glare. Continue the conversation as you pretend to see the exhibits in the store with your hands held together.

"And I'm surprised. The world is small. I can't believe I just had a relative of my esteemed one so close."

Fast to recover, Mr. Villey was already back on track. Should the arm of that mental control be called a boulder?

A quick peek at the side made Mr. Villey look perfectly clear and looked at the great shield on the wall. But the tip of my ear peeking through a beautiful blonde gap remained just a little red.

"But why is that a secret? I didn't know what I was talking about, but I don't think the story of" infinite light "being a glowing winged apprentice and that Mr. Millibertiflim joining your cluster is going to spread far?

…………

That would be so. I can't prevent the spread of information so that my bad reputation doesn't stop spreading.

That's not why I want you to keep it a secret, that's what I'm asking you to do.

"Um, actually, Flim, um... it's hard to say it's hard, but it's not like they say it is."

"Oh, wait a minute, Mr. Rag. Okay."

"Huh?"

After being blocked from explaining along the way, I turn a blind eye to the fact that I was shown to understand without saying anything to everyone.

"You feared that I might ask Mr Millibertiflim, and even Mr Leinesis Maria, with this fringe, to please take up the request to create it - right? Then you'll be fine, don't worry. I didn't mean to. I don't have any dust."

Laughing loudly, Mr. Villey said. It was a picture star. I keep my mouth shut.

"I hear they're both raw craftsmanship. You don't like requests to use those connections. Oddly enough, I don't like it that way either. So when I make a request, I'm going to take it from the official route. Well, not now."

"Oh, really..."

Listen to that dialogue and stroke your chest down with relief. Good, I don't have to worry about any extra trouble with this. In the most other sense - in the sense that Flim has no eyes for beautiful men and beauties - although a little anxiety still remains.

Mr. Villey shifted his gaze to the protective equipment in the store again, groaning like this with a slight sigh.

"Especially the request to Mr. Rainesismaria, until my strength reaches that frontier. Because I still don't deserve it."

"Huh!? Oh no......!?

I almost uttered a word of denial with reflexes because Mr. Villey scoffed at himself and said something unexpected.

- Mr. Villey's not strong enough? Such an idiot.

"Oh, um... Vi, Mr. Villy is a swordsman enough to be awarded the sword... well, I don't think it's worth it... er, my personal opinion..."

Ugh, and Mr. Villy laughed small, not turning around.

"Thank you, Mr. Rug. But it's true. I'm still immature. I just felt bad about that the other day. If it weren't for you, I would have lost my precious companion."

Mr. Villey dropped his gaze a little and, unconsciously, put a little effort into the hand connected to me.

"- You can't just be good at sword arms. I'm proud to have received the same" sword lady "name as your mother, but that's just [decoration]. You can't be a brave man or a hero just because you handle swords a little better than people. I need to be [bigger] -"

Mr. Villey, who was spelling in a tone that flattened out gradually, cut the words as he noticed once again there.

"- That was a boring story. Anyway, don't worry, that's what I'm talking about. I would never do anything to annoy you. Of course, I know this story is off-the-record."

I changed my face and Mr. Villey looked back with a smile that just seemed to have been fixed.

By contrast, it was faster than I said anything.

"Well, let's go next. Now it's a place I particularly recommend. Rag, I'm sure you'll like it, too."

At the same time, Mr. Villey took my hand and walked out quickly. Flushing with the long hair of a platinum blonde, he takes me away with no hesitation.

"Oh, hey... Oh, that Mr. Villy -!?"

Because of the direct contact, the AR screen displayed by Mr. Villey's "SEAL" is also visible to me. Several of those pieces simultaneously completed the payment process and disappeared to keep standing. I guess shopping here means no more.

Seriously or on the spot, Mr. Villey walked all the way out of the armor store in a likely stride toward "Dragon Palace Castle Atlantis" at the bottom of Diamond Street.

Mr. Villey fingered the building with his empty hand at the time of the castle,

"Over there, interesting store...... is that what you call a store? Anyway, there's something good about it. Follow me."

"Yes......!

I had to follow Mr. Villey like a child my mother could take me, withstanding the pressure to squeeze my stomach out in the crowd circle that was going to kill me again.

Sports Chamberlain.

I was also surprised that sports facilities had been incorporated within an established luxury department store, but what surprised me more than that was that Mr. Villey chose Chamberlain from a number of corners.

No, I wouldn't say it doesn't deserve a surprise in a way.

"Move your body to refresh it"

and Mr. Villey brought me here.

Needless to say, sports often require a lot of space, be it baseball or soccer ball. Sports chamberlain would also fall into the category of fighting sports for once, so a lot of space had been secured.

Or very rare in my senses. I can't believe it's a sports facility with a dedicated court in Chamberlain.

"It's rare, isn't it? I was surprised when I first found it, too. I can't believe there's a place like this."

"Yes..."

I nod honestly as I look around the facility. I also wondered if maybe it's normal among the rich, but apparently it's really rare.

"Is it because there are ruins (relics) in this city? Though I think I was prepared in anticipation of the demand for training..."

On four coats, even the audience seats, which are chicken-shaped, are seldom popular. There are several groups of people who seem to have families and boys who feel like they are training for Explorer, but that's all. Is it the guardians of the boys sitting in the audience?

"- Well, thanks to our availability, we don't have to wait either, so it was convenient."

With that said, Mr. Villey looks up to the chamber sword that stands alongside the wall. They come in a variety of sizes, large and curved like Mr. Ashley's Sir Baylin.

"Sometimes you come with the Knights kids. Anyway, when it comes to interpersonal training, no matter how much training you say, you can't expect me to be serious, can you? In that regard, even if you're serious about typing in here, you can be injured. Of course, we have to be careful."

Mr. Villey took a blue, orthodox bottle in shape. It is about the same length as a normal long sword. Have you chosen something similar to the love sword "Liverdeen" in the atmosphere?

"Look, I," they call me, "Miss Sword," right? Thanks to that, the Knights kids didn't really take me seriously either. They're going to think about things like not winning anyway, or what if it works the other way around and they let me get hurt. This is what Karellen told me. "

"Uh..."

I know how that feels. I'm also trained to fight by Mr. Rosé, but I'm really hesitant when I'm working with him. Because you can't win anyway - although I don't think so. However, even immature people like myself think that maybe a lucky punch - and so on - can't do everything they can to punch it in. Though I know it's arrogant and over-conscious to think of such a thing to a master like Mr. Rosé.

"But Rag, you'd know if you were a swordsman, too, wouldn't you? Serious slashing is fun, even in training. I can't believe I can't do that. I can only sit next to people who eat delicious cakes and watch them while they drink black coffee."

"Well..."

I mean, you want to say 'bitter'. It was almost like "Miss Sword" to say something strangely scary about the fun of slashing each other.

"So that's when you come here. Because safe software swords don't hesitate to talk to each other, and we can really talk to each other. If you get hurt, you can fix it right with the recovery ceremony, so don't worry."

Sure, it's called a soft sword, a chamber sword, that's what got something like a sponge wrapped around a stick that mimics a sword. I don't care how hard you slap him, he can't get hurt like that. It would be a little dangerous for hitting dangerous places like eyes and ears, though.

Hyun, and I thought there was a wind cut noise, Mr. Villey was swinging the sword left and right many times. I guess I'm checking the weight and response. A number of sounds continue to whistle.

"- So, Rag, will you pick something you like, too?

The moment Mr. Villey said that with a smile, the blue chamber sword that was shaking at tremendous speed stopped pitifully and the cutting-edge was pointed at my face.

Although it was just that insignificant operation - I could see the completeness of an awesome technique that smelled due to the suppleness and accuracy of the movement and the smoothness of the transition from motion to quiet.

Although.

"Huh?"

Until this moment, when I thought about it, I was completely oblivious to what was absolutely normal.

Here - to the court of Sports Chamberlain, Mr. Villey and I are here.

He said he had decided what to do, etc.

"... Huh?

But then again, I asked back. [M]

It was like I didn't have it in my head.

- I can't believe I'm standing with Mr. Villey with a sword.

"Huh?"