Sevens

- In the treasure ball.

Miranda and Shannon were confronted by Mireia.

Breathless Miranda was scratchy, and Shannon was sitting back. They're both on one Mireia, with no hands or feet at all.

Seeing as that was happening, Mireia was replacing the bullet in the gun in her hand.

'Alas, you're quick to give up. Something we haven't both died thirty times yet. It's an experience I can't taste normally, and I need to enjoy it more.'

In front of Miranda's character, appearance, and Shannon's demonic eye power, Mireia Walt, the two had not even been able to strike.

It's just not like Mireia probably does either.

When he sighed, he put down his gun and told the two of them a story.

'Well, shall we pinch a break? I don't have time for Lyell to go to Carthaphs, but I have to tell him the least.'

When Miranda wiped the sweat, the injury disappeared and she was also pulling the sweat.

"Minimum? This is it?

Mireia nodded with a smile.

'That's right.' Cause it's unacceptable to draw the Walt family's blood to this extent. Besides, Shannon... you can do even more amazing things if you're serious. "

Shannon is standing up as he grabs Miranda.

"Su, amazing?

'That's right. Anyway, there's no way I can do it and Shannon can't. To say you can see the magic flow means you can interfere with the magic flow. Oh, yeah. Are you studying reading and writing properly?

Shannon strayed from his gaze at Mileia's question. Only then did Mireia understand that Shannon had broken his word.

Approaching Miranda and Shannon in an instant, he grabbed Shannon's head.

'Shannon... I told you, didn't I? You should also study reading and writing. If it's magical ink, you can see the lines outside, right?

With one arm Shannon shall be lifted and jittered.

"Ouch! It hurts, Grandma Zeng! No! I remember the letters, and when I tried to paint, it was fun!

Miranda thought, watching Shannon make a futile excuse.

(... is it possible to do this when the magic flow and the magic manipulation in your body are maximized? If that's all, Grandma Zeng is comparable to Ceres. if this is all)

Mireia is also strong. But from Miranda across the street from Ceres, it was also true that it was still not enough.

I can't beat Mireia like that, not even under Ceres's feet.

"Ha... Grandma Zeng, can you fight again?

To Miranda's words, Mireia smiled and let go of Shannon's hand.

Shannon, who fell on the floor, is grabbing his butt with his hand whether he hit his butt or not.

'Fine. I don't hate that uplift.

Mireia took the gun out of her flimsy sleeve and set it up...

The harbor, where the Trace family ship is located, was home to me, Mr. Maxim, and Damien... all four of us.

In the heat and humidity, I watched Monica look at Damian's automatons with regret.

"Why am I leaving a message and mass-produced products accompanying you? I... I'm the one who understands the most chicken bastard!

I'm sighing.

"Then you understand how I feel. You don't have to play like that, so do as you're told. Is everything okay with the mansion?

Monica was biting off a handkerchief, but suddenly she answered my question politely when she said she was going straight.

"Yes, it's perfect until you clean it up in the phase of pulling it off. However, in selling it, I was quite bought and beaten. We're going to get out of here in a hurry."

"That was good. I've lived here for a while, so you have attachments, too. I don't want to turn that place into a battlefield."

Preparations were under way and the mansion had been sold. Most of the baggage has already been moved to a new base, where preparations are also under way.

Mr. Maxim, sitting in a crate, was sighing with a spear over his shoulder.

"Ha... will the lady be all right"

Damien watched as he pushed his glasses up with his fingertips.

"I've been seeing you this morning, and you're already worried? I can't see him for the time being, considering the journey ahead. You just have to trust him a little. I mean, all of a sudden, I'm suspicious of being useful? Lyell, are you sure you're okay?

I didn't think Mr. Maxim would be so depressed, but I snorted in anticipation that it would be a little better if the actual battle started.

"Are you okay? Well, we'll see how it goes around there."

With that said, Vera approached me. The red outfit, as usual, but this time I refused to accompany him on the boat, so he was wearing a longer skirt.

I felt more lustrous in my hair than usual. I'm sure he took the time to set it up.

I'm sure if you had a fourth generation, you would have made a fuss about praise.

"Lyell!

As Vera waves happily, Monica is leaning down a little.

"Damn, be sure it's a two-sided up or a twin tail. What are you going to do about it? Dark-haired twintail...... damn, come and choose your manhood accurately"

He said something like that, but I ignored it and headed towards Vera. When I get close, Vera's been stretching her arms toward me, so it's almost stuck.

They thought I was flirting in the harbor, and actually I am, but I was gathering my surrounding gaze.

When I realized it, Gina, Vera's sister, was watching us behind it. There is also Roland by the side.

But my skills - search - showed Vera and Roland in blue, but Gina in red.

"Thanks for dropping me off, Vera. Still, your hair looks very glossy today. Besides, the atmosphere is different."

"Here, here! I don't normally say that. So, you haven't gotten any better at your mouth lately?

Gina smiled and spoke when she laughed and deceived as she saw Vera looking happy.

"Sister, I'm already around. And, Mr. Lyell."

"Anything?"

Gina, smiling, was showing bright red with her skills. Obviously hostile, but I'm sure it's hard to guess that with a look on your face.

"I hear it's a request from the guild, but please come back properly. Otherwise, your sister will grieve."

- Really, I doubt I could have known her sincerity without her skills. The boulder is probably the second daughter of the Trace family.

I know, I know.

Then Roland against me, too.

"The Lord would have planned to come and see me off, because I have been busy these days with the rights of the ports of Galleria and Russowerth"

A third generation muttered in the treasure balls a little sad to hear the words.

'... Mr. Fidel. I'm sure it's fun now'

This guy knows everything and can say that, so I'm pretty sure he's hungry.

When I hugged Vera to say hello, I whispered in my ear.

Vera, watch out for Gina.

Then, you guessed what I was trying to say, Vera smiled and nodded at me and showed me. Maybe he feels something as a sister because he doesn't even ask questions about me.

A little further away, Monica looks at us.

"It's not even Fever time, but the chicken bastard is so against the woman...... give me back the chicken bastard who was pure! Give it back!

As usual, there was a group of people watching me and Vera when they thought he was a May dude.

The airhardts.

It was a five-person group and had equipment and tools that seemed necessary. Airhardt smiled when he saw me and Vera hugging him.

"I still hate you."

That's what they said.

- Fidel was listening to reports from his men at the mansion.

It seems somewhat enjoyable because the harbor is well built. However, Galleria is doing well, but Russowerth is a little behind.

Still it was within the plan.

"Dear Fidel, Galleria, the next Duke, Leold, is at the helm of the formation, and development is well under way. Street maintenance in and around the harbour town is good, so the harbour is likely to be available sooner than planned."

The other subordinate explained Russowerth's situation with a little anxiety.

"There is a shortage of people in Lusoworth to take command in the field. I'm worried that Galleria seems confrontational and I'm going to be unable to... the"

To his anxious men, Fidel turned to him.

"What's wrong with you?

The anxious subordinates then began to disagree with this case.

"Dear Fidel, no matter how much assistance we have to develop the two ports, plus another new ship, we will be inclined if anything. This is Russowerth or Galleria, waiving either right, in collaboration with other merchants -"

Fidel is furious at the statement that we should jointly develop and distribute the profits.

"How much do you think the Trace family has invested in that kid! Did the other guys invest it? I didn't! I'll let those who invest use it for quite a bit, and I have something in return. We don't need to save those without foresight! Besides... they've been making way too much money in the war lately. Once again, Baym is rejected around as the merchant capital of death. You can't because you don't know that. War will be reduced if a coalition of four states is formed. Don't understand that."

Fidel was sighing even though her own house had also sold weapons and made money from the war.

However, he understands that Baim is not good as it is. For that reason, they also deal in non-weapon goods.

"- Anyway. It's not even the time to keep your eyes on the inside. They say it's the best capital on the continent, and we need to improve our health by looking inside out. If you don't, Baym..."

Speaking that far, another man pinched his mouth.

"Dear Fidel, it's time for your appointment"

"Mm-hmm? Right. With that said, Vera was a drop-off for that kid. Lend me your precious ship, say something like that... Vera is also the one who lends it. Sure, that's Vera's personal belongings..."

Standing up complaining, Fidel took two of her men out of the room.

In that, there was a light in the eyes of an anxious subordinate looking at Fidel that seemed to solidify his resolve a little -.

On board the Vela Trace.

We were out on the deck discussing this request. On the face of it, we crusade Lark, and the Queen's rescue is the main thing.

I hired the Airhardts to support me, but without a job, I'd be suspicious. And protecting the lives of the Airhardts is a request I took on.

The request must be fulfilled because Marianne has received information that is a proper reward.

Besides, no matter what, it wasn't sneaky to abandon the Airhardts.

Airhardt pointed at us.

"You're crazy! Normally more...... hey!

I felt like I didn't know why, so I nodded to Airhardt, who turned his gaze to four of my own people.

When we were talking, we talked about Lark's skills. Skills that work for women - hear that, and with it, will I be a little more popular with women, too? Airhardt joked about things like that.

But our reaction to hearing that joke seemed very unforgivable.

In my case.

"No, I need skills and stuff."

Damian is.

"I'm the only one who's ever created a woman, so honestly, I'm not interested."

Mr. Maxim has a good look on his face.

"Dear Adele is the ultimate. I'm not interested in anything else!

- I was running out.

Airhardt then raised his voice while standing up and using gestures and gestures, even though everyone was sitting in the car seat.

"You guys don't have lust or anything! How are you usually doing! Oh, no Lyell. You're not a virgin anyway."

When I heard that statement, I got up because I couldn't keep my mouth shut either. There are sailors around, listening to us. If Vera finds out about this story, it's gonna be tough.

"Correct it! I'm a virgin! Besides, in my case, it's a pretty delicate issue! You have to be a virgin! Correct me, here!!"

When Airhardt grabbed me, he immediately corrected me for conveying my seriousness.

"Oh... su, sorry"

And the Damians looked at me like that with a frightened look on their face. And proclaim it grandiose. There was no slight cloudiness in that look.

"You have no idea. I'm the only one left to take care of for my unique existence. What's wrong with a virgin? Oh, I'm a virgin. What's that?

Mr. Maxim nodded too.

"Right. Totally agree. Instead, aren't you guys virgins? If you're a lover, that's fine..."

The Airhardts lost sight of Mr. Maxim as he doubted.

"Yes, I shouldn't. That's the money I earned myself. I've got it set aside as money to play with. I'm not even in debt. I'm sorry I went to the whorehouse!

Oh, my God, the airhardts seem to have gone to the whorehouse and abandoned their virginity. Oh my God... I had that hand.

I fell off my knees and put my arms on the floor.

"Well, there was that hand. That doesn't make it a weird story about who gave me my virginity, etc. Me, I'll dump my virginity in the whorehouse when I get back!

When I said that in a joke Nori, the Airhardts looked at me with a subtle look. They weren't funny.

I mean, I thought it was painful to hear it was a man's journey, but it was surprisingly fun. No, it was more liberating than I imagined.

Damian says.

"With that said, you wanted to observe women naked. Right, a whorehouse...... would you like me to model for a woman with a small breast?

Then Automaton Nos. 1, 2 and 3, which were waiting near Damien, bite off the handkerchief and regret it.

"With the ultimate being beside us."

"Chest. I didn't know these breasts... envied the laundry board."

"I remember you laughing with your nose at the washboard automaton on the Valkyrie I"

In that, Mr. Maxim was the only one who didn't brace.

"Ha, Lord Lyell, it's not a sweet enough problem to solve that. I mean, nobody's allowed to do anything good or anything. There's just a new problem coming up after that. Stop it... it's the worst ending of being stabbed in the back with emotion."

Of course, I understand that, too. Within the treasure balls, I could hear Mr. Mireia laughing with Couscous.

"Huffle, I heard it. Tell Miranda! Lyle said she'd throw away her first time at another girl. '

... it was. There was this man in the treasure ball. It reminded me that a man's pleasant journey came here with surveillance all of a sudden.