Spirit’s Paradise And The Idle Another World Life

Gina's parents' dining room had rallied people in a curry attack, so she decided to hurry up and call Mr. Betty and throw everything round. If she ate curry all over her stomach clean, she'd do something about it with all the ordeal.

"Master. Curry is amazing! We didn't even eat, but we got people together!

Gina walking next door has a loud voice. And I walk in a mood as if to skip, so I'm staring at my wobbly motherhood from the men around me.

Oh, that naive kid about middle school, he's walking weird... he's probably on his way to using it or something... but he's going to get bored till night. I'm sorry about that, huh?

"Gina, calm down a little."

No more casualties should be given to teenagers.

"Whoa, was that a little too much?

Gina laughs with her tongue out in a teh way. You're more of a gutsy character, aren't you? Where did you learn to bruise like that? You're going back to being a teenager until I do, so stop.

"Kind of. I think I'm feeling high all night, so I'd better get some sleep when I get home."

I asked Belle and the others to go for a walk, and Sarah and the others... are going to show their faces to Dr. Lee, so when I'm training already? You'll get some rest.

"Really? Yeah, maybe?

Gina nodded at me as she tilted her neck. Did you somehow understand that your tension is a little strange?

"Right. Yuta looks like she's sleeping, and you should get some rest."

"Yeah. I'll sleep when I get back too...... Silfi!

"Oh Yuta. When you talk to me, you're gonna sound weird if you don't whisper, okay?

No, it's not about what seems weird or anything, but when did you get back? You disappeared all of a sudden, but you're too into conversation uncomfortably, aren't you?

(Er, Silfi)

"What could it be?

Silfi replies with a very natural smile at me. But I feel the pressure to get out of that smile.

(Yes, no, it's nothing)

"Really?"

(Yeah)

Not that it's nothing, but I don't listen to anything because Silfi's smile says don't listen to anything. I'm Japanese who can read the air.

Besides, Sylphie doesn't like me asking questions, so I think she joined me while I was out there.

I don't have the slightest dust to decide the wounds of such a great spirit. If I suck, I'll be finely dusted.

Don't talk to Silfi much here, you're lucky to have a conversation with Gina who's a little restless.

On the surface I relaxed and chatted with Gina back to the inn. Inside, it was chilling, as if I didn't wake up a sleeping tiger.

"Oh, Yuta, you're back!

Martha, who seemed busy moving around, burst into momentum this way. When I'm busy, I say hello with my hands up gently, and I'm done, but is there something going on over here? You want to go to bed now?

(Yuta, welcome home. But you can't, leave the kid alone and go home in the morning. Shit, Yuta's young, too, so can't you help it?

Mr Martha whispers as he watches Nimanima, me and Gina.

... This is the same pattern that the Innkeeper General tells me you were looking forward to last night, as I say in the game?

You've been rushing in while you've been busy purposefully saying this?

"Yes, no, no." Mr. Martha, hey "..."

"Aye! Then Yuta, let me talk to you later!

Mr. Martha has gone without time to solve the misunderstanding. Seems like he's really just rushed in to say it while he's busy. I want you to give me a break. Even if you were more or less imaginary, what are you going to listen to?

"Master. What happened to Mr. Martha?

"No, it's nothing. Let's go back to your room and rest..."

I'm so tired. Even though I was originally tired, my spirit is already close to the limit with Mr. Martha's evil push in addition to Silfi's return.

Drag your tired body up the stairs, break up with Gina and enter the room.

"Yum, it's coming back -" "Cucu," "Welcome back," "Cu," "Come on! ……

I wanted to fall into bed and sleep, but I got a little better when the Bells picked me up. The healing power of the Bells is amazing.

"Guys, I'm home"

Caress the bells as you greet them to replenish their power. I feel like it, but I'm still feeling like I could fight. Well, I'm just in the mood. I knew I was a little sleepy.

"Huh?"

Bell, smiling as she stroked me around, suddenly leaned her neck strangely.

"Belle, what's wrong?

Bell approached me without saying anything and smelled cum and me. What is this situation? If a toddler can smell me, or if I suck, it's a matter of business?

Oh, could it smell like aging? I'm supposed to be still young, but at dawn all night did I smell old?

If Bell tells you it stinks, I'm not sure I can get back on my feet, okay?

"Ugh, fuzzy. Smells good?

Nice smell? Oh, the smell of curry, not the smell of aging. You were making curry all night, so you had the smell of curry stained in your clothes.

I was relieved by the smell of curry, not the smell of aging. Oh, my God... I don't know, my brain miso is supposed to suck with drowsiness and tiredness. It's dangerous if you don't go to sleep anymore.

But I'm so sniffed right now. The Rains who responded to Bell's question are also smelling so bad. The case is getting stronger.

"Yum, yum, yum."

Bell. Stop making misleading remarks because if you do poorly, you could die socially.

But did you feel that even the first smell seemed delicious? Either the bell is sharp or the curry is awesome?

"Yu. What is it? Is that good?

Flair asks me questions in an intriguing way, and the other kids are looking at me with the eyes I expected.

It sounds like fun to show off the curry here and see the bells rejoicing, but it's getting to the point where the drowsiness doesn't spill.

You want to enjoy an event that sounds fun in perfect physical condition.

"It's very good food, but Sarah and the others aren't here right now, so let's eat together at night."

Bells who shombolish that they can't eat right away, but they all understand right that we're together. Those are really good kids.

I can't believe I was a kid... let's stop. It just makes me sad.

"I'm going to get some sleep. Belle and I are going for a walk."

Okay - and the flying bells. I usually pop up full of energy, but I guess Curry's still worried about how he's getting a little behind his hair. Curry's magic, don't be afraid.

Well, it's time to go to bed...... no, you had another errand to run.

"Silfi, do you have a minute?

"Oh Yuta, what can I do for you?

'Cause it's not. I'm not going to dictate Sylphi's black history, so stop pressuring me with a smile.

"Erm, it seems Marie and Sonia are working in the Wang capital, but I want you to see how it goes because it seems like they are moving flashly about rejuvenating grass. Can't you?

I think we need some time away from each other now. Mostly for my stomach.

"I wouldn't mind that. I'm just gonna go. I'll be back by dinner."

Whether my feelings made sense or Silfi was still awkward, he turned to the King's Capital lightly.

... He said he'd be back for dinner, but maybe Silfi cares about Curry too?

No way, you showed up because Curry cared... let's stop. I also find this dangerous when I think deeply.

Well, it's time for bed. I need to wake up for the Bells' dinner at lunch... can I wake up?

"Mr. Betty, shall we go then?"

"Yes? Where is it?

When I dropped Yuta off on her way home and thought I had a paragraph, Daniela talked to me as I wrapped the pot of curry in cloth.

Does asking me out mean I'm going somewhere with you, too? You still have a heavy stomach, so you need a break for a while, right?

"It's a commercial guild. You're gonna have to have a curry and talk to me about spices, right? Yuta said she'd leave it to me, and she said something that doesn't matter if it does a little bit, so you have to work hard, right?

"Daniela. I don't think you're the only one in charge."

"You have a store, don't you? There's some of today's planting, so good luck, huh?

Mr. Pete shunned it in Mr. Daniela's words.

You feel similar to Mr. Martha's relationship with Mr. Torque. Will the husband and his wife cooking feel alike? Then I want a good cook husband, too.

I think a husband who feeds me delicious food and freshens up his wife would be great.

"Well, Mr. Betty, shall we go?"

"Yes, no, I have trouble suddenly being told. Could you give us a moment?

It wasn't if you were thinking about your lovely husband.

I also think that Mr. Daniela was oddly powerful in the language of merit, and he seems to be seriously going to negotiate a lot.

I have no prior information, and I'm sure if I suddenly take you to the guild, you'll be pissed off. I'm going to ask for a vacation and a bonus, so it's a big problem if that happens.

I don't like Secretary Franco's sermon.

"Oh? This is a story that will greatly benefit the commercial guild. You'd better hurry, wouldn't you?

"We have to be careful because we have a great deal to gain."

Preliminary information is needed because of the enormous benefits it brings. If the lack of information reduces the profits of your commercial guild, instead of preaching, you can also lose your salary and neck.

"Really?"

Good. Mr. Daniela seems to have convinced me, too. Bonus confirmed.

"But the smell of curry has made a scene, and it's hard to be slow, isn't it? I can't help it. Let's talk to the cooking guild first with this handout."

"Hey, wait a minute."

If they take the story to the culinary guild first, it will definitely make less profit. Cooking guild cooperation is mandatory because we are talking about cooking, but it is difficult for them to take the lead.

"But you need time, don't you?

"... no, let's head to the commercial guild immediately"

Mr. Daniela laughing niggly. It definitely reads through my feelings. I intend to steal as much profit as possible without getting ready.

Why are people like this working in the dining room at the end of the day? Ugh. If we're going to negotiate, Yuta would have been nice not to be bound by profit......