Shinario-dōri ni Taijō Shita no ni, Imasara Nan no Goyōdesu ka?

"Oops, something that could be us has told us a story we can't help worrying about right now."

"Well, now it was about the system of cooperation with civil servants."

I'm sorry, and somehow they apologize to you both. As far as I'm concerned, I can get to know the current situation, and I can learn a lot about this kind of story.

"Miss Cristiane is right, indeed, there seems to be room for discussion with Mr. Oz. It might be a good idea to start discussing the direction of working together for the future."

"Yeah, well, now there's this incredible bridge-builder named Miss Cristiane."

I'm so glad you said that to the mist manager.

If there's anything I can do to help, I'm not that happy.

"The next time I see you, will you gently root for Mr. Oz?

"Yes! I'll take care of it!

Looking at me, who answered Mist's request with all his strength, Master Courty is leaking laughter when he dulls. I might have answered a little too well.

"Hehe, I hope so. Then with that momentum, can you help me now?

There are still a large number of books piled up ahead of what Courty pointed out with his eyes. Speaking of which, he just asked me to help him carry the book.

If I can help you, I can help you with anything!

Walk over to the book as much as you want to wrap your arms around it, and you'll hear the mist room manager's worrying voice from behind.

"Are you going to carry that enormous amount of material? Isn't that too heavy for a woman?

"We rent mobile wagons, so no problem. If you don't have the strength, just use your head."

Pushing the monocle up slightly with a thin finger, Mr. Courty said so, and the mist manager pointed his lips at him as if he was not amused.

"You're not cute."

"You don't have to be cute."

For some reason, the mist manager always takes the dry Courtie to the library to transport the books loaded in the tray.

With books in his arms that could not survive the wagon, Mr. Courtie walks with him in a different and calm atmosphere than he did earlier.

When I asked the mist manager why he was dry, Master Courty frowned and squealed.

"If you don't, this one will be played..."

"Played?

"The mist manager has such a personality that when I was a rookie, I was made fun of a lot of it. Otherwise, it's self-defense."

What a cute reason!

"Don't laugh. At that rate, they even ask me about the private digging of root leaves, and then they grip me to my weakness, so I can't bear to end it."

Wow, that's the crook. What a laugh, I heard an unexpected voice.

"Is that it? Chris...... Tierne, miss?