Lark's house was surrounded by high walls.
The walls had been repainted or raw debris adhered.
I painted it because it peeled off, so I don't think that's what it looks like.
Wasn't it even graffiti?
He seems to be a pretty gutsy sitter around getting bad reviews with no punishment even when he gets here.
I keep missing you.
"Abel, that..."
Meir signals with her gaze.
Eurice walking ahead noticed what was going on here, or he looked complicated.
"... let's not look too closely at him"
When I whispered back, Meir nodded softly.
At the gate stood a short haired man of good stature with a weapon.
The fact that there are occasional raids was apparently no exaggeration or anything.
Is this made up as a lord?
"Oh, Lord Eurice! You just told me to rest, were you even in a meeting again!
The gatekeeper man roughs his voice when he finds the simulated sword Eurice has.
If I thought you had a mock sword or something, apparently you were in rehab.
If you ask me, I don't even feel like it was a foot shelter walk.
"I'd rather take these people to my lord than that."
"... unfamiliar face touch, who is it? No, but... I'd rather not let you see the lord... Look, because the lord is a difficult man! If you just ask and tell them the simple circumstances and the lord still wants to see you, don't worry..."
The gatekeeper suggested to me, far away, to avoid a meeting with the lord.
When I got here already, on the contrary, I saw something scary and wanted to see you.
"Those who have stopped Nargarn's breath roots and saved his territory. Not a word of gratitude from the lord."
... Nothing, I don't want to see you if there's anything you can do over here.
In the meantime, let's be careful not to say anything extra.
"Na, give me Nargarn!? That's why..."
"When we launched the raid the other day, apparently Nargarn was pretty exhausted. Generate one neck instead of just healing an injury. That would have required a commensurate consideration. Our battle wasn't in vain."
As Eurice smiled slightly, the gatekeeper broke his face.
"Ha ha... good, right. If you think about it, there can't be anything you can do with all that trouble! Speaking of which, I don't think Nargarn ever looked quite bitter."
... that neck, should I hide it after all?
No, but if it works, it's a thousand bucks...
As long as I have the money, I can start developing Magiphone after my life here has settled down.
I don't want to let go of that neck.
"The lord is in the office upstairs. Ah... and Knock, don't forget..."
As the gatekeeper added, Eurice nodded, knowing.
I don't think it's the kind of thing I'd bother to advise because it's basic, but maybe he's the kind of guy who could come around with his neck snapped if he forgot to knock.
I have to watch my attitude, too.
If you have to, transfer the Ashla 5000 and get ready to escape.
Inside the hall, it was just a sumptuous creation to say lord.
A long corridor with a small corner tip, a flashy yet elegant red rug, and a chandelier made from a combination of demonic ore and glass finishing.
In the corner of the hallway was a girl in an apron dress with a cuckoo.
I guess he's a servant.
After I bow my head to Eurice, I look at Me and Meir, the area in a strange way, and then, as I recall, I panic and bow my head.
"Nice - Meir wants to live in a mansion like this, too"
He looked around the hallway restlessly as Meir sparkled his eyes.
"... your son-in-law will likely build one or two of the castles."
"Meh, do you think Meh and Abel are, like, still not in that relationship... oh, that Abel..."
"Wow, what kind of demon ore is that? From the color, you're not a regular rail tight. You've got about three species combined? I just want to crush it and observe it once..."
"Or don't take it off on your own, will you?
Eurice pushed me just in case.
I didn't mean to, but it could be a negative impression when the vegetables come out in front of the lord.
We have to keep our heads tight.
Up the stairs, there was a big door.
"Shh, wait a minute, I'll knock a bit, so don't move from there!
"Uh... Ah, yes"
When I give it back to him in disquiet, Eurice moves to the front of the door with a crease, giving in his back.
... Can a knock be some kind of hidden word?
It's bad for me growing up in the country, but I can't get through.
A loud voice echoed from the room as Eurice put her ear close to the door.
"No, you can't, Master Lark! Please don't!
"I can't stand it anymore! The servant is going to blade at me! Shut up and stay still!
"No, you can't! Oh, please calm down!
... I wonder if he would have been a bad guy in the future.
"Um, we should probably go home once..."
"Lara, Lady Lark huh!? What are you doing!
Eurice kicked the door in a big panic.
Behind the open door, I saw Lord Lark and a thoughtful man.
He was a red-haired man, as rumored.
Lark stood on his desk, clinging to the rope attached to the chandelier in the center of the ceiling.
The tip of the rope was symbolic of a circle, just about the size of a person's neck.
Lark's back is holding a girl with blue hair and desperately stopping her.
She also looked like a servant and looked like an apron dress.
"Shut up. Aah! You guys don't like me! You know that! I hate you guys, too, Barkabaka!
Lark was yelling and pulling around the rope, rocking the chandelier loudly.
"Relax, lord, I'm on your side no matter what, right? Right? So get off my desk!
A servant girl says that like half a scream.
"Yeah..."
Seeing those too miserable words and actions, I accidentally donned them with vegetables.
"Whatever! You're blaming me! At the end of the sentence, the drought, the inaction, Nargarn, it's my fault, too, huh? I'm a god or something! If I had that power, the guy who threw sperm eggs at the window, I'd curse them all to death! Don't be ridiculous. Come on!
... Was it graffiti after all?
That's right, that's not a bad idea for a guy who's so harassed and spooked and flat.
How hard is it to harass the inhabitants here to throw sperm eggs even though the food is tight?
Eat or grow it.
"Don't even listen to Icarus. I'll do whatever you want! No matter how much you fly a Pogue (the bird carrying the message), you're not going to get any help! Even I did everything I could! Even meals are drastically reduced! I tried to try and grow a crop to try something at all, and you guys would be the ones who climbed the wall and gutted it to rot!
At the end of the sentence, he hugged the servant girl, who was clearly younger than himself, buried her face and began to cry woefully. On the desk.
"Okay, okay, it's okay. Please calm down, because Marius knows you're working hard."
Kids or lords here.
We had a cramped face, looking at Lark's rounded back.
Lark was occasionally whimpering and shaking his shoulders.
A servant girl, named Marias, raised her face first.
"Um... Dear Eurice, as you can see, I'm taking it in now, so if you can come back later..."
The servant girl noticed, saying that much, blinking her big, long eyelashes and looking at me.
"... Oh, what about you guys?
"These are the people who defeated Nargarn. We need to get into the lord's ear as soon as possible..."
"Na, you defeated Nargarn...?
Marias stared at me with eyes that seemed incredible.
"Yeah, well, you seemed pretty weak at the stage where we dropped our necks once. Um, we dropped our necks once the other day..."
I guess Eurice also has her pride, I told her twice to tell herself to keep her voice down deliberately.
Marias keeps her mouth open and alternates between me and Eurice.
He had a face that looked exactly like he was wrapped in a fox.
"Nana, he said you defeated Nargarn! Ho, is that true! I guess I'm not lying!
Lark paid off Marias and left, sliding off his desk as he crawled.
He hit the back of the head on the floor, sounding dull.
Ignoring Eurice rushing over and reaching out, she keeps packing her distance to me.
"Yeah... Yes..."
"Oh... oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you... really, thank you..."
Lark held my hand and cried down on the spot.