Rice for Enoch’s Second Expeditionary Unit

Apparently, Mrs. Evahardt speeds up the period of rest and recuperation.

Rubbing about my son and his rights seemed to have led to worsening symptoms

I never thought that would have happened.

"So, your grandmother left the discussion to your father."

"Looks like"

They're going to keep the noir with the Marquis, too.

If you'd told me, I would have taken care of him. Why don't you just ask the boarder to do that?

But can I ask you what happened to the Marquis' family?

Nevertheless, the Marquis seems to be being pushed into trouble. But, well, the noir is coming, even though it seems happy.

Here, tea is brought.

Unfortunately, there was also my share. If it's just parents and kids, please stay out of the water. I just wanted to get out of the room.

It's also the Marquis' office, so it's extra uncomfortable.

At a time when the conversation is interrupted, I'll try to make an offer.

"Oh, you know, me, should I take my seat off?

"It's okay."

"Never mind."

No, I'm curious.

The air is dark because we are in the middle of a house commotion.

In that, Noir jumped right on the bench where the Marquis was, and said, 'Nyah!' and talking about something so hard.

"Nah, nah!

"Uhm."

"Ha, ha."

"I see."

The Marquis is responding to the noise of noir in a disciplined manner. Are you glad they talked to you, your mouth is rarely loose.

That strict marquis smiles gently at the noir. Too funny.

But I want to laugh, but I can't laugh, this misery.

How happy I would have been if I could have laughed.

"Oh, yeah. Father, Mel made sweets for your father."

Lieselotte recommended the treat at this time.

"You told me you made sweets?

"Yes, sorry...... not, yes. I was hoping you could enjoy it."

The Marquis, who seems to be hiding sweet things, turns a sharp eye.

Was it better to thank Amelia for the wings or something? Or was Stella's meatball stamp good?

Here, Noir's eyes glistened.

"Nah-nah!

When Noir said, "Good for you!" All I say is, "I give myself to the Marquis with all my might.

When the Marquis was snuggled close to the phantom beast's body, which was also a metre and a half long, his body was leaning.

"Father, let's eat. Mel, you're a very good cook."

Here, Leezelotte lifted the hurdle all the way up for me. I want to say thank you very much.

The Marquis takes a dish with a white sesame steamed cake without expression.

I was slipping the fork and carrying it to my mouth.

Momoko eats without changing her expression. As always, I'm not sure if it tastes good or bad.

"Father, how are you? Isn't it delicious?

Rieselotte embarked on herself and asked me directly if it was right for her mouth.

"Well, not bad"

Yeah, that's a pretty good rating. It would be the biggest compliment from the Marquis, who has a fat tongue and hides his sweet taste.

That's what I thought...

"Father, it's terrible. It's not bad. Not such a fluffy feeling, say it more properly!

Lieselotte, what a scary thing to know.

You don't have to ask me for a detailed evaluation.

But the pursuit will not stop.

"Your father is like that, so your mother is going on a charitable journey!? You really miss me!

Lieselotte stabs the Marquis' weakness with a gussa and an invisible knife.

Thought I'd yell back at my daughter's ramblings, surprises and surprises. The Marquis was sober.

Because Noir felt sorry for him, or he put his jaw on the Marquis' lap, and he looks upwards.

The Marquis was gently stroking his head to escape reality.

"Your father is more or less..."

"Li, Lieselotte, why don't you go around it?

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm sorry. I just got the grievance I always thought I'd get here."

I don't know, this indescribable air.

Marquis, I actually don't think he's that scared.

Rather, pity.

In that, the Marquis eats a second bite.

"... good"

He said it was good with a blur and a low voice that he could hear or not hear.

I'm sure it was really good because I'm not the kind of person to lie to.

"Oh, thank you. Good."

It seems to fit your mouth. Above all. It's worth the effort I made.

Leezelotte smiled too.

"Father, this has a beautiful skin effect!

Did the Marquis need that information? Wasn't there a wrinkle between your eyebrows that made you look scared?

The awkward tea party continues.

◇ ◇ ◇

Don't laugh. After the tea party, I decided to have you look into my magic.

Amelia and Stella, who came up from the bath, are also watching.

They were both in a good mood with a big ribbon tied around their necks.

"You said the magic was sealed, didn't you?

"Yes, apparently so..."

The Marquis grabs up the album, which was in an escape posture, and orders him to put out his wand.

"You're fat, huh?

"E, Albumchan, Taitta!?

He seems shocked, but if he eats and sleeps repeatedly, he'll get fat.

"A little, let them lose weight. For a while, like being in this house."

"Ee ~ ~ yadda yadda yadda!

"Shut up."

"Pancake No Daughter Ye"

……

Album, I'm sorry. I thought I was fat too, so encourage me to lose weight at the Marquis.

I'm sure we're going to be sneaky just to be together. If it's a lot of patience, I support it.

"Wu, Albumchan, Pancake no Daughter Together Ga, Inoni"

Just give me the cane.

"Haai."

The album, perhaps, magically gives out the Marquis's wand.

It's a sinister wand, like a gentleman's stick at first sight.

First, have the magic of magic measurements done.

A magic formation emerged in front of me, but it misted with pattin.

"In low-lying magic, you seem to get played. Father, why don't you take another step up?

"I'm going to."

Again, the Marquis chanted and waved his wand.

Then a bigger magic formation floats before me than earlier.

It was a white luminescent circle, but twitched and dyed red from the edges, eventually all black. That was like the colour of blood discolored over time.

"This is-!"

"Mel, why!?

At the same time I heard the parents and children whining, the magic team couldn't play.

"Um... is there a problem?

Instead of a reply, the Marquis exhales a deep sigh.

Leezelotte rushed to me and hugged my body all the time.

Amelia and Stella also come and give themselves up.

"Mel Lislis. Your magic power is comparable to that of the brave men of history."

"Heh!?

Aren't you a brave man or something in a fairy tale?

In response to that question, the Marquis shook his head sideways.

"Fortunately, the magic is sealed. But once it's solved, you'll have no use for it, so it'll erode your body"

Too much magic seems to harm the owner's body.

Fortunately, you think the magic in me is sealed with high-altitude magic?

"It's quite an interesting sealing technique. They have conditions and are able to use some of them."

"Oh, that, Mill - my sister also said"

So far it seems to be usable only for the service of phantom beasts and for creating ingredients with demon sticks.

"It's just that in you, magic is being generated more and more. How long will the seal last..."

Mouth something horrible.

"But if the seal is lifted, what happens to me?

"Die"

"Mel, don't die!

"Yadda yadda! Pancake no daughter, death nanide!

Before me, Lieselotte and Album react.

No, I was surprised to die or something.

"What the hell can I do..."

To my whining, the Marquis answers.

"You can sign with the dragon"