Tag-Team

In the woods stands a woman with three braids of vine-colored hair.

I can't read the expression on the back of my glasses.

Fresh morning air, the sound of a flash.

"... ugh,"

Small vomited exhalation.

Nadine's unleashed throwing knife depicts a seemingly unmade orbit.

However.

Tas, Tas.

and. Sounds just dry.

The knife that pierced the trunk of the tree had stopped it from sewing through the middle of the fallen leaves with different dimensions, which had been dancing through the universe until earlier.

"Huh!"

An additional throwing knife pierced the fallen dead leaves.

It is an arm that can also be called divine.

Nevertheless, there is not much in the world to know about Nadine's knife.

A throwing knife is a last resort.

Murder, poisoning, and more. Still, when unsuccessful, the Assassin's blade pierces the target.

Faster than admiring its vibrancy, - the former targets have left the world.

There's not much in the world that knows about Nadine's knife.

"Brilliant. Dear Nadine,"

"Oh, Mr. Riel."

Wow, seriously. Nadine thinks.

For a moment... they were taking my back.

Assassin - I can't believe she speaks to herself without making herself aware of the best profession (job) for handling other signs - does an artificial girl even have a sign blocking technique, or...

"Mr. Riel!? Don't surprise me ~"

"Dear Nadine, I brought you breakfast"

Oh, is it through?

The maid of silver hair, who only slightly resembles Laplace, is honest in her duties - always doesn't break her expression at all.

As if, if I laugh at all, I'll even get a crack in my face.

Hmm, Nadine thinks.

Frozen expression.

Amazing fidelity to duty.

It looks like someone else.

That's right - that's right.

Riel. She - she looks just like her former self (...).

"Do you want me to tell you how to cook…?

A luxury residential neighborhood in the Wangdu Aude.

SS Rank Party, Lilium Mansion.

To the words spoken in that kitchen, Liel, who is partitioning any chores in this house, tilts his neck.

The nicely cut silver hair swayed.

"Yes. Actually, I'm ashamed I've never cooked before..."

"Huh."

The client is Nadine Amarillis.

SS rank party healing magician (healer), whose arm is… level 3.

It is also not far from level 20, which is called the average.

However, the reality is that she is a female assassin who inherited the heirloom of an assassin (Assassin) clan formerly known as the Royal Scarf.

That's it, why cook?

"Were there, I'm afraid, deficiencies in wasp cooking"

"No, I'm not. So!

Nadine waves and denies.

"It's always so good! So, that's why I want to learn to cook from Mr. Riel."

"If it's cooking, you should learn from Katherine."

says Riel.

Fox mage Catherine Foxy's home is an established famous tavern, Little Fox Pavilion. The owner is her grandmother, and Catherine herself has been told that she may help with the kitchen.

And -, Nadine should be very close to that Catherine.

Riel is familiar.

Because, 'Those two need to be checked!' Cause he's included in his boss, his sister (Sister) Arienola.

"No... I want Katherine to keep it a secret."

"Secret, is it?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I, too, Kathy… Ah, I have been with Katherine to help you with the Little Fox Pavilion"

I said Cassie now. I said Cassie.

Riel doesn't miss it.

I'll have to take notes later as a matter of reporting.

"So I called to see the flowers that the regulars gather for."

Are you looking at flowers?

"Yep. Next time, by the Adimus River."

"So, why cook?"

"It's a drop-off ceremony, I saw the flowers."

"Portable?

It was a word I didn't know.

It's Liel who's supposed to be inputting everything that's called common sense, but he doesn't know everything about the world.

"I don't take the participation fee, but instead, it's a formal banquet where everyone eats alcohol and food, one dish at a time."

"Hmm."

"So, I think I would like to cook too………"

I see.

Catherine is ready for you as the hosting fox pavilion.

Nadine said.

"Katherine..." Nadi's made it, you're looking forward to it! '………………………. "

I said Nadi now. Nadi.

Riel doesn't miss it.

"I see...... I understand. We'll take care of it."

"Are you sure!

Knocking, Riel nodded.

"Well, let's do some special training tomorrow."

This, - seems like an intense report could be made to Arienola.