Through the woods, a yellow wheat field spread in front of him, and the sight of several cattle eating lazy grass jumped into his eyes in the grass at the side of the road.

Time for an afternoon tea time has passed and the much tilted light is starting to bring orange, but there's still going to be time until the evening.

The pastoral landscape off the lazy village was as peaceful as a demonic raid was a lie.

"Whoa!

I heard Iola scream full of energy.

It's not a scream, it's closer to cheering you can afford, one way or the other.

I didn't even have to look around, and I quickly found the line I was looking for.

By the field a little further, fighting the remnants of Pumpkin Head dead while Iola filled with yellow juice (?) was playing.

He wields a dagger and slaps it into a rotten pumpkin that hits his body.

As soon as possible, the dirty juice that erupted all the way down to Iola.

"Wow!? My eyes...... my eyes ahhh!?

The whole body I should have had washed is dirty again with rotten pumpkin juice and looks terrible.

"... because I'm not laundry for you anymore."

Riola's grumpy voice continues.

My sisters, Riola and Cecily, set the sights in the shade a little further away. There seems to be no longer any danger, and it looks like a place for Iola to stand alone, improve her health and experience.

And for some reason, a little further away, I saw the plum pounding alone, crouching.

The tactical information display (tactics) autonomous drive formula (appct), which is visible only in my eyes, does not show any HP loss for anyone on the spot.

I mean, you're safe without injury. I approached and called out in horror.

"Guys, were you okay?

"Ah! Greg, it's you -!

I thought the first pram I noticed rushed up to me, and I hugged him on my hips in a tacky mood.

"Gu-ha."

... I'll break your hips someday. I...

"Bu, I'm glad you're safe. Except for Iola... I guess."

"Yes it is -! Brother Io's stinking again -!

Plum laughs delightfully.

"That's not an honor wound, he's full of filth."

"Mayo......?

I shrugged and stroked the plum redhead that blinked and looked up at me.

"Sage!" "You're safe!

Seems like Mr. Cecily and Riola noticed me too.

I responded by waving gently at both of them.

Cecily's smile, a beautiful girl with silky blonde hair running over, instantly soothes my fatigue. The effect of angel's cheeks is still outstanding.

Even Riola is cute, of course. Chestnut eyes, glossy hair, and a soldering natural grin seem to be the girls of the year.

"Ha, I can't believe you're greeted by two smiling girls... it's like my turn"

When Iola stabbed the last pumpkin, she sat down properly on the spot. When he found me in a rough breath, he glanced at his white teeth and leaked a grin.

They've dealt with about five bodies, and they'll be pretty tired.

"... Nise sage! Are you... cleaned up?

"Oh, thank you for coming home."

"You didn't even have a sword, but you defeated that haunted monkey..."

I round my eyes to the wind that Iola is incredible.

"I didn't kill him. But I hurt him so badly, he won't show up again."

"Oh, thank you...... wise man"

Mr. Cecily bows with a pepper.

"... I knew it was awesome, what a sage is"

I overheard the boy's honest praise.

I may have been able to defeat him, but I didn't want to kill him any more uselessly than that monkey was manipulated. Maybe it got a little sweet because I was away from the fight for a while.

- But who the hell is for what...?

It was clear that the purpose of whoever manipulated the Achent Apes was me.

If you're after Mr. Cecily or the Iolas, you should make sure you don't even give them while they're on the run.

I have circled the world as a wise man and thrown myself into all sorts of adventures and battles.

I may have bought grudges. But if you're after my life, don't you have a better hand...?

You just pointed one of those monsters at me, and you're not even buying time.

I mean, did you have other purposes?

My hand, which I was thinking about, was wrapped in something soft, and I looked up surprised.

"Greg, I'm glad you're okay... What a thank you."

Cecily was holding my hand with her soaked eyes.

Unexpectedly thrilled and voiced by the feel of soft and supple fingertips.

"Ah...!? You can't afford that kind of monster. And aside from the big monkeys, Iola is the one who knocked down the pumpkin head that roughs this one up."

"You know, fake sage"

With a busy face, Iola soaked with pumpkin rot juice.

"Io, I'm not feeling well."

Riola the Firm scolds. Apparently my brother (Iola) is in charge of shiatsu.

"Reward, I'll wash you in a warm bath when I get home."

"Master Cecily! I'll do it."

"No......! I'm your replacement, Io-kun."

"Phew, I'm about to take a bath myself!

Mr. Cecily and Riola start the return journey as they bump into each other's gaze with the bees.

"Let's go back." "Come on, Io!" "What the fuck!?

Iola, full of yellow juice, is grabbed by both hands and taken.

Now is it Harlem in the bath?

Really? Oh, how envious. The only reward for my hard work is the feel of Mr. Cecily's hand...

If this is the case, I should have worn pumpkin juice from my head.

Looking behind the three of us going ahead, I try to walk, too, I notice.

It's always quiet to have a healthy plum. Plum still buries his face around my belly.

"What's the matter, we're going home too"

"... is..."

"... plum?

"... it was cold..."

Plum's little shoulder was trembling in small pieces.

The only thing that made me smile until just now was that I was behaving in a temperament. The face of the artificial life form (homunculus), which leaves its young, has just an uneasy look on its face.

My favorite maid of honor clothes are now thinly dirty and a little flaky with a cutely wrapped up twin tail.

I asked quietly as I gently wiped the pumpkin stain on Plum's cheek with my fingertips.

"What... was it cold?

"When I was running through the woods, Cecily, it was your hand."

――

Tokun, and I feel my heart pulse.

"I don't...! People get cold at their fingertips when they get nervous, like that... nothing..."

As I told myself, I spoke.

My heart beats rapidly.

More than when I was confronted with a monster, I was attacked by the feeling that my blood was going to reflux.

Only for her...... is that what happened?

I gently whispered with my hands on both shoulders of the pram with a forced smile as I swung away the dark suspicions that gushed.

"He's... he's sweet."

But Plum wept in his eyes, and sifted and shook his head,

"Cecily, hey... I was threading..."

"Nah..."

Magic Yarn (Magiwire), which is a virtual fiber that binds magic into threads that can be used by advanced magicians or wise men.

It was certainly the magic thread that was manipulating that haunted monkey. It is also my eighteenth (Ohako) to remotely manipulate demons using yarns capable of communicating information in both directions.

Equal to me...... or more yarn users.

Are you telling me that's Mr. Cecily...?

The possibility that I didn't even want to think about it, the fact that I didn't want to believe it, stroked my heart like a reaper's hand.

From beyond the orange-dyed return journey, the shadows of Iola, Riola, and Mr. Cecily stretch for a long time.

"Grey! Hurry up."

Mr. Cecily screams back.

The face can't be disappointed by the backlight.

That's when the damp, raw wind blew through.

The wind eventually brings in the evening.

Something was starting to move, I was beginning to feel such signs.

But that's suspicious and not sure.

"Let's go home, Plum. Because I'm... with you."

"Yes… it is -"

I pulled Pram's little hand and started walking slowly.

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