The master of the clan is in a difficult position to stand.
The organizational structure, originally called clan, consists of multiple parties, making it easy to complicate the situation.
For me, clan members other than The Ghost of Mourning (Strange Grief) are closer than any other general party, but never within me.
Even with a sip of clan, the purpose and organizational structure vary.
Some clans have an absolute command of the master, while others are only named clans and move in almost separate parties.
Some clans are so outrageous that they are forced to take in lower parties and jump forward, while others have parties with handouts to nobility that incorporate parties that want to make an edge on it and become one faction.
The Beginning Footprint (First Steps) is a very common clan designed to support mutual information exchange and exploration.
The purpose for which I created the clan was not wealth or power, so it would probably be a much looser clan compared to other clans.
There are only three rules I have laid down.
We all get along.
Don't bother the average person.
And democracy.
There are other detailed provisions laid down by Eva and the others, but that's all the big rules are.
It is very difficult to choose a clan master that is the culmination of a clan that was originally made by collecting multiple parties of the same quality, as in Footprints.
Hunters weigh sequences. If there's a huge difference in certification levels, you'd be convinced, but anyone would want their party leader to be a master.
The Footprints resolved the hurdle by giving little authority to the Clan Master.
The Clanmaster of "Beginning Footprints" is chosen by majority and has no command over his party.
The members of our clan are more or less listening to my request, in short, just their favor.
But that fact was not taken into account by my childhood friends.
Unlike Liz and Luke, Citrie doesn't complain about physical violence, but that doesn't make much difference there.
"I don't know if it's okay... I don't know if I'm going to leave or anything..."
"It's okay, I think. Mr. Klee. I'm sure one day, those people will know how kind Mr. Klee is."
Clanmaster's room. The main culprit lays his eyes down this time to the blur he put out in remembrance of what happened in the lounge with his hips in place.
Why is it like it's my fault...
I was just going to ask for a favor...... the way it was done is too despicable.
It wasn't even an atmosphere that could be stopped along the way. She has the talent of a fan.
It's hard to beat Citrie with words. I've been swapped in for a long time.
"Yeah, yeah, right?... but I wanted to make it a little easier."
Peace. Peace. It's okay to give up a hundred steps to be chased to the seat of the clan master, but he could be stabbed as he is.
Citrine made a shadowy look at my words.
"Right....... Klee is right, its...... more than expected...... it was inert. As a hunter of the same clan...... very, embarrassing. I can't believe I blamed my potion for my weakness!!
Tino, who for some reason followed us and walked all the way into the off-limits clanmaster's room, looked up at me as if he had opened his eyes and was upset.
I didn't... I didn't say it, and I don't even think about it.
You think you're weak? It's not the kind of word we use for the Beginning Footprint, which is known as the momentum of bamboo.
"Mostly! If you were screaming at that - what would happen to Lucia?!! When I think about Lucia, who was forced to charge me with a smile every day, I'm - pitiful - Ugh..."
Citrie screams even more with a trembling voice. He bit his lips and had tears in his eyes.
It's like a tragic heroine. It is overacting.
When I was struck by weakness, I decided to keep my mouth shut.
I don't remember much, but if I said that, I'd be oiling the fire.
The temperature of Tino's gaze drops even further, making it look as if he could see it without people. It was a terrible reputation damage.
... because Citrie doesn't lie, but it can be a little overexpressed.
"Let's not talk about it for now"
"Well, that's right. We've got some good data... and we'll figure out what to do with the rest of the treasure."
Quit crying lightly, wipe away the zero tears and start thinking about the next thing, Citrine.
The look on Tino's face was convulsive in its unusual way.
I don't think anything anymore because I'm used to it, but maybe I was really lucky for Tino that Citrine didn't become a master.
"As it were, well, there was a little room for the 'junction finger (Safe Ring)', so I guess I'll have it until Lucia gets back..."
The remaining number is eight, combined with the unused one. It's seventeen at Max, so, well, half of it's going to be charged.
The "Tower of Akasha", which was a concern, also managed, if we did not approach the danger with great care.
Most importantly, more than this, if the damage spreads, it's going to crush you with guilt (though Lucia will have to put up with it).
"You might want to use a vendor for the rest. There are several hard mouthed places. You can also take data. I'll pay for it."
Says Citrie, punching his hand and grinning.
Didn't you take too much data? I don't know what I'm going to do with it so much.
At that time, he raised his voice as Tino, who was shrinking because of Citrine's presence, had decided to.
"... you know, I did! also, if you don't mind, I will…… help you"
Citrie turns her eyes round and looks at Tino. It's unexpected for me, too.
"... Huh? Charge?"
Some of the fallen magicians must have had higher certification levels than Tino.
What kind of guts can you say that for a master's best friend when you see him throw up and lose consciousness without the skill of exchanging? I don't even seem to be trying too hard.
Maybe it's an advantage as a hunter, but I don't want to see juniors throw up gelo or anything......
Tino passed in front of the citry in such footsteps as horror, and as he approached my desk, he cried with tears his hands about the desk.
"Wow, me too, I'm a hunter at one end, I am! No magic, but if all you need is spiritual strength............ patience, you can!
I don't think I can.
I hear the taste of magic restorative medicine is difficult to brush. That's the kind of magician you should be used to.
No matter how much daily Liz treated me and had unmatched spiritual power, I have limitations.
"No, I'm happy for you, but you don't have to. It's not Tino's job."
"Oh no... let me do it! Yes, sir! I can do it, too!
"Huh!?
Tino complains in a screaming voice in tears.
I have no idea why I want to suffer so much from hell.
Sure, magic may go up, but Tino isn't a magician or anything in the first place.
I don't think that's beyond magical... I'm going to stand up to a golem that looks a lot stronger than I am, what kind of education does Liz have?
Don, I'm pulling. But Tino has no sign of retreat. I haven't even noticed the city approaching from behind.
And Citrie had a full grin, yellow voices and hugged her to her defenseless back.
"Or... cute!
"Hih!?
Tino tries to turn around, sealing his arms before that, hugging him hard and sealing his movements. Very sophisticated operation.
That was a resurgence of what happened in the lounge earlier, but maybe Citrie is a lily. I'm not sure I'm watching that swinging smile.
"Look at that, Mr. Klee! This kid is so charming to Mr. Klee, it is! You look just like your sister! But I'm not strong enough yet, and I'm not fast enough, and I'm better than your sister - cute!
"Stop, please! Citrie, sister! Yikes...!
Doubts arise about sisterhood. And isn't that the level of adorability?
Pull Tino out of my sight - the desk - while Citrine's hand teases Tino, no matter how she scratches the algae.
Tino's face was upbeat in an instant. There is no way for me to know if it is due to pleasure or fear.
"Look at that! Mr. Klee! Tee's weakness is her legs! Rub it along the blood vessels from the diameter to the inner thigh, and stroke it and you'll melt it!
"- Huh!!
Tino shudders and hits high. Stretching to its limits, Shizuku of sweat flows down the dewy white throat.
I was a donkey to Citrie, who dyed her cheeks and valved hot as she rubbed her junior's body.
Tell me that. What's gonna happen? You think I'll give you a stroke next time you get a chance?
I won't. No, the diameter is the base of the foot, right? What do you think I am? [M]
Tino's lips raise a voice that won't be heard when she puffs. Citrie added her fingertips to the stretched neck muscles, narrowing her eyes and saying them with a lucid look as if even a piece of art was to be viewed.
"Well, unfortunately, like Klee said, that trial is impossible for Tee..."
"Huh!?
"Mostly, if anyone can do it - don't ask someone, I'll charge you... hey?
Tino gives a small voice of doubt.
Citrie continues with a feverish voice, without releasing Tino.
"Tee, you don't seem to know, so I'll tell you, magic is very 'costly', huh? Because it will be a trade-off with the sensitivity of physical abilities and five senses, the Magic Instructor is usually only able to live as a Magic Instructor -. No problem at all, but if Tee repeats those trials, the body she builds up as a 'Bandit (Sheaf)' will be useless."
Heh, is that right? I thought there was hardly a magic swordsman by reason. I'm going to study.
Citrie's hobbies are reading and experimenting. I've been a smart kid for a long time. Whatever you asked, you answered right away, and even if you didn't know, the next time I saw you, you were studying.
That's how this happened.
"So... downstairs, there were a lot of members besides the Mage, but I only used eight of them. You think about it, don't you? Because the rules of this clan are 'Everybody's Friendly', and the overall loss of fighting power in the clan is not where Klee wants it. I'm thinking about it, too, right?
...... glad I made the rules.
Explaining in a whispering voice, he strokes the 'weakness' that Citrine herself taught me earlier with a touch that seemed like Citrine's fingertips would touch or not.
It was Tino's mistake to wear shorts that he always wore to explore. Because of the emphasis on ease of movement, there is nothing in that costume that holds Citrie's fingers back when her legs are heavily uneven.
Every time my fingertips rub up the inside of my thigh, I tremble as if Tino's limbs had been struck by lightning. Clear white skin is dyed by the Zhu and unspoken plucked voices are frequently raised from the lips.
My neck was shaken to the side like it was nasty.
Take the sweat that the citrie drips down its neck muscles with her fingers and let her lick it with a glossy look. It's a grin that makes you feel intimidated somewhere.
"Tee... are you still hearing me? Did you think I lost my hand? Thought you had no reason not to charge yourself? Sometimes I fail... but I don't lose my hand. Tee in her quest for the treasure hall... don't let her get out of hand"
"... I guess it's time to get out of my hands"
Stop running away from reality and pinch your mouth.
That's not what you're gonna do in front of me, is it? Well, I'm still a clan master at this, and I'm level eight, and I don't give a detour to my best friend's apprentice, but for once, I'm a man?
No... it's not like it wasn't in front of me.
You guys are defenseless, right? Ichichi. If Eva sees me like this, she'll stare at me again.
I just want to avoid a reduction so that even I don't do much work.
Citrie gives a small endorsement to my advice in the spirit of steel and whispers in Tino's ear.
"It's nice to be charming... because Mr. Klee is busy too. If you don't know anything, I'll tell you. Right? Okay?
"Huh... Huh... yes, yes"
I don't think it's anything mesmerizing......
Hearing Tino's fine answer, Citrie finally let go of her hand. Tino's body flutters greatly because of the lack of force in his legs. Citrine propped it through.
Tino was breathing constantly. Tears, saliva and sweat make my face squeamish. Even Liz's special training seems to be unconscious from time to time, but which was it?
Citrie turns to a bland look with no evil in sight.
"It's a little dangerous in this state... so I'm going to take a bath and calm you down. It could take a little while."
"... Who's Citrie? Come on... Maybe a girl or something?
On an unexpected question, Citrie gave him a faint grin as soon as he gave him a decent look for a moment.
"If that's - 'Necessary'"
I didn't expect it to come that way, but it was a junior chastity crisis.
If I recall the lucid look I gave you earlier, I'm not willing to take that word as it is.
Somebody please stop her.
"... I wonder if I need it now. It seems that Tino will be resurrected when he puts it on the water, so come back in no time. Why don't we just leave it to the golem or something?
Reassemble your legs and take away the appropriate materials that were on your desk.
He was posing as an unspirited wind, but he had a weird sweat on his back. Shit.
If Citrie accidentally crosses the line, it's my fault. That's all we have to avoid.
Citrine sees my impatience and frowns just a little.
"Mr. Klee, in the Golem, it's hard to make such detailed orders out of sight. That's why I shifted my research to biological weapons."
".............................. heh"
You have troublesome constraints. I thought it was like a handy thing to do anything on my own.
But I don't care about that. Tino will be brought home as it is.
You can't make your friends criminals.
".................. ok. Sure, it's a difficult area, but useful if it works. The lab will crumble and mana material-related research will stall for a while... just think about it..."
That's when I accidentally heard things coming from behind me.
blows up the paperwork that was stacked with the strong wind that blew in at the same time as the loud sound of the window opening called Kon.
I have told you many times to use the stairs if you want to come. I usually get one of my sighs, but what a good time.
I've never been over to bump my sister.
"Whoa, Klee! Hmm? Citto. Why are you here? Could they all be back?
As he broke into the room in a familiar move, Liz turned her eyes round and looked at Citrie.
I don't even look to my own disciples who are supported by shoulders.
Citrine doesn't give a shit about being seen at her crime scene either. I'm shining my eyes at the emergence of my sister.
I realized the sweetness of my quote. [M]
Maybe this isn't working anymore.