Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

The captains are just back from their meals, and they're back on the move.

Now Mr. Gull rides the carriage, and the captain seems to steer the carriage. I'd like to ask you to drive safely.

"No, there's no glamour without the women at meals..."

Urgas leaks that sentiment. "Because Mr. Arts' soul is Han," he said, wondering if Mr. Zara was there. Oh, my God.

Because there is no captain, Mr Liezelotte's tension looks somewhat relieved.

"Que ~"

"Yes, sir."

Amelia pulls the wings off her back. Apparently, it itches.

As we spent time together, we were getting to know what we were looking for.

Reach for your wings and scratch for you.

"Is this it?"

"Que ~..."

Seems different. Somewhere else. But I'll scratch.

"Or is it here?"

"Que."

Too bad. I moved right around.

"QUEQUE!!

Apparently, he hit it. If I scratched him hard with Gashi, he would have rocked the lion's tail if it felt good. The elongated tail becomes like a whip and hits my tibia (shin). It hurts plain.

One blade on the area I was scratching, puffy off. White, beautiful wings.

Although it was in the Fantasy Beast Conservation Agency dossier, it seems that the wings of the childhood eagle lion (Griffon) grow and change quite often.

The missing blades accumulated so much that they seemed to be able to do business, although they are used by cutting the tip and using it as a pen or something, but they fall out quite a bit. I can't help but have more.

If you raise your face, you and Mr. Liezelotte will see eye to eye. Wanted, he was shifting his gaze to Amelia's blades.

"Um, wings, if you don't mind?

"Heh!?

"I make and use a blade pen, because I have a lot of it at home"

Cut, Mr. Leezelotte dyeing his cheeks. If I can't get it because it's valuable, I'm shaking my neck to the side, but my gaze was nailed to my wings.

I don't get it very well, so I went out to the last resort.

"If you don't want it, go to Urgas -"

"I'll have it!

If you say you give it to Urgas, he'll give you his hand right away.

Enjoying a laugh, I offered Amelia's wings.

Mr. Liezelotte had a tranced look and a stunning look at the wings in his hand.

"Oh, my God, it's beautiful..."

Above all, you're happy. I think Mr. Liezelotte really likes phantom beasts.

I watched with a smile, and a tear-eyed Urgas appeared at the edge of my gaze.

Even if I didn't, they seemed to take the statement to give the wings to Urgas seriously.

"Wow, Urgas, excuse me. Next time, I'll give it to you when the wings fall out."

"That's okay... Squirrel Health Soldier..."

No, it wouldn't be good at all. I think as I look at Urgas in tears.

Here, there's just a development going on.

Mr. Lieselotte was offering Urgas some Amelia wings.

"Huh?"

"Wow, I'm going to give you the next chance."

"So, but"

"It's okay. I'm more of an adult."

Saying something like that, Mr. Liezelotte is also in tears. The hand offering the wings was trembling. You don't have to.

"No, that's fine. Just the feeling, I'll take it. Thank you."

Ultimately, Urgas seemed more adult. Mr. Liezelotte was hoarse in an understandable manner.

It seems that, thanks to such interaction, Mr Liezelotte was able to break it down only a little. Good, good.

I arrived in the city where I would spend the night around the evening.

"Wow, that's a pretty big city"

This is Halbalt, the lakeside city. Along the shores of the lake, there is a city, a unique place. This is also famous for its rock salt mining sites, and the city is very busy.

"They say the sunrise here is the most beautiful in the world. They say the sun's rays reflect on the lake, making it a fantastic sight."

The know-it-all Zara tells me.

"Well, I'd like to see it."

"Tomorrow, go check it out?

"Yes!"

I also invited Urgas to see it, but he looked like he had gone for a moment, and he refused, "I knew I wasn't good in the morning," he said.

Lieutenant Berley also replied, "Let's not be shy".

I hear Mr. Liezelotte is not interested at all. As pleasant as it feels, I was categorically refused.

Mr. Gull doesn't seem to like the morning either. I see.

"You're not all going, are you?"

If you whine about that, the captain, who was walking right in front of you, looks back with a scared face.

"Hey. Why don't you just ask me out?

"Yeah, 'cause I felt like I wasn't interested."

Apparently, he wanted me to invite him.

"So will the captain go, too?

"Oh -"

Oh, you're going? Though I thought so, suddenly I looked at Zara, a little captain. I've never seen such a surprised face.

I see Zara better, too.

He grinned and had a beautiful smile like a goddess. Did the captain see this and be surprised that she was too beautiful? Though I feel even worse now.

"So, captain. What do you do?

"No, I knew I'd keep my head down too"

"Seems so."

I knew you weren't going.

The indecision of the captain, who ultimately refuses to do so, whilst saying something flirty and thoughtful. What the hell is that? Well, I don't mind.

"That means me and Mel, you three Amelia. I'm looking forward to it."

"Right. I hope it's sunny."

If you look at the sky, there's a starry sky full of sky. I'm sure it must be sunny tomorrow.

By the way, Amelia wakes up earlier than the sun.

Before this, when I woke up early in the morning, Amelia's eyes were glowing in the dark and she was about to scream.

He waited healthy, not waking me up.

Speaking of Amelia - is the accommodation problem okay? Hopefully, though I'd like to sleep on the futon today or so.

The question is answered by Mr Liezelotte, who was a former Phantom Beast Conservation Officer.

"Don't worry about that. Most inns in the country are registered phantom beasts."

"What is it, that?

"If you show me your breeding permit, I can stay. Accommodation for phantom beasts and contractors is at the expense of the phantom beast protection agency."

"Oh my God!"

Thanks to the plain activities of the Phantom Beast Protection Authority, most inns in the country are also guests of Phantom Beasts. Sounds like a place to stay.

Good. Worry ended with concern.

The destination is a five-story luxurious looking inn. Captain, haven't you chosen the inn because of the feeling of nobility?

I worry about the team's budget stuff.

"Um, Captain, are you okay?

"What?

"It looks expensive here."

"Don't guide me."

What does it mean? Lieutenant Berley told me softly as I tilted my neck.

"This city is the territory of the captain's father. So I guess it's accommodating"

"Oh, I see."

Bandits breaking into luxury accommodation. Not, Lord Crowe, son of the Count Ludtink family.

He was treated very politely at reception and in the hall.

The captain is talking to a dignified uncle who looks like a proprietor.

We were led to a seat at the window where tea and sweets were behaved.

I've never seen a plate with three steps of sweets on it.

The first step is a sip of sandwich. The second step is baked confectionery. The third step is fruit cake.

They're going to attack this from the bottom steps. Mr. Liezelotte taught me.

"Don't go back to the sandwich at the bottom because you want to eat something sweet and soggy"

It's a tough world, isn't it?

The first sandwich was in a sweet and sour sauce made from eggs I had eaten before, pinched with thinly chopped melon fruit. It's shaky and tastes really good.

Mr. Liezelotte told me that the second baked treat was a treat called scones.

They eat it by applying buttercream and stewed fruit sugar (Mermelada).

First, don't put anything on it. Take a bite. The texture is Moso Moso. If I had it with tea, well, would it taste good?

With that sentiment, Mr Liezelotte pointed out that the way he ate was out of the way.

As I was first taught, I applied buttercream and stewed fruit sugar (Mermelada).

"Wow, yummy!

"Isn't it?

"Sounds like something else entirely."

Although it was a lot of intense buttercream, thanks to the sweetness and sourness of the sugar stewed in the fruit (Mermelada), the balance of flavours is preserved.

I'm sure this treat is calculated and made on the assumption of applying buttercream and stewed fruit sugar (Mermelada). Deep down.

Finally, eat the fruit cake. The dough is fluffy and the gentle sweetness of the cream is really good.

Only the fruit part, I divided it for Amelia.

If you're waiting for tea, the captain will be back. They handed me the keys to the room.

It's a three-woman room.

"Que!"

Amelia rang to complain about the allegations of three women.

"What?

"I didn't seem to like the way you said three women."

"Right. Ahhh..., room for four women (...)"

"Que ~"

"Have you forgiven me?

"Yes, it looks fine. Thank you."

Captain to show some relief. I guess I never thought you'd be mad at the Eagle Lion (Griffon).

Needless to say, I snuck off laughing.