- I think I'll put my hair down once in a while.
Some days I think like that, but when I think about being told it's weird or scared of being laughed at, I still don't have the courage to end up in two as usual.
"Redface. I knew it would make me laugh when it was weird..."
As he finished tying his hair in front of the mirror bench, Manuferno whimpered and stood up wearing Dada glasses. Then go to the old desk at the window and sit back in the chair.
There's a ton of paper on my desk. Fine white paper and black ink for painting and painting. Various thickness pen tips. These are all manuferno treasures and "work tools".
The floor is littered with paper, and there are things that I drew something and stopped on the way, things that I rounded up and threw away around my desk.
From the small window in front of me, I could see the dry winter earth and the lead sky.
There's only one window in the room, a small window that you can lift up and open. Behind you is the door and left and right are the walls. It was an elongated room, like a vertical hole, with a simple sleeping area where one could sleep.
There is no fine "fireplace" like in the kitchen or Grecas room, but there is a firebowl as a simple heating appliance.
Grecas, the owner of the museum, told me that he wished he could use the guest room, but Manuferno did not shake his head vertically.
The more open your arms, the narrower your fingers will reach the left and right walls, the smaller room is next to the study where Grecas is located, and it is a small room for one person who has been set up for maids and small people.
The protruding beams and columns are more associated with the storage than with the room.
"The nest. Because I'm the narrower one."
That's why I chose this room as if it were a storeroom. Because this is how much more focused and calming it is to paint and write a sentence.
The large rooms and places are unsettling for Manuferno, who has been kept quietly closed since birth and did not know the outside world.
During the journey, meadows, deserts and seas became anxious because they seemed to be very tiny beings.
So I was on it trying to hide in the carriage carriage carrier, and so much so that I thought the narrow, dark dungeons that Cat Earswordsman (Serveria) Lu would tear and hate would be much better.
Looking out the window blurry, I could see the city glowing back in the afternoon sun. Lumps like artificially shredded mountains are the streets, castles and spires of the Wang capital Metanostadt, far east of the "Hall of Wise Men".
Until a few weeks ago, Manuferno pulled into the dark underground of the king's capital, painting all the boring pictures.
- Heaven. Compared to that, this is... a good place.
The hall is always busy and very cozy.
No one curses or offends you for being abominable. "Sister Manu!" Conversely, the unfamiliar manuferno is so confused when he admires me.
To a pretty redhead girl with a smile, a little strange brunette girl. And a twin sister (Riola), who was always a twin.
Iola and Riola are so cute and close. When you normally have a conversation, laugh naturally, or look like you're having fun, it just creeps up in the back of your chest, but that's because you're disgusted with something called a family bond that probably doesn't exist for Manuferno or a blood connection that you never get even if you want to.
But that was a comforting pain for Manuferno.
The brothers and sisters, who make me feel a slight sense of youth vision and sweetness and sourness, became the material for dreams and delusions like "If I were ever born again" and so on.
But the thing that bothered me most right now was Grecas. Manuferno felt that the atmosphere had changed a lot as long as it had been before.
"Adult. Greg feels a little grown up..."
Is that due to the fact that we started taking and raising Pram and Hemperoza and our twin brothers and sisters?
Manuferno thought it was because he had defeated the dreaded Demon King, finished his adventure, had a home, and had been able to afford it, he became very "wise".
Manuferno, think back slowly.
We've been adventurous together for almost three years, but we were desperate in those days, and we couldn't talk or be intimate like normal friends.
When I first met him, I was just puzzled by the "boy" of the same age, the "unknown being" I encounter for the first time, for Manuferno, who, although I heard him the same age and remembered the highs in his chest, was getting bigger without being in contact with others.
Above all, the boy (Grecas), who talks bumps about unintelligible things, was a slightly higher hurdle and less comfortable opponent.
The first time I saw him, Grecas was shaking like a freshman deer.
Neglected "he (Grecas)" appeared in the middle of the Hicaricamina meadow in Marinocelene, south of Metanostadt.
"It really suddenly appeared inside the Enemy Circle."
Manuferno recalls what Lentomia was saying.
The brave Ergonote also spoke a language that even the wise wizard Lentomia did not know, and he was dressed in black, which he had never seen.
Above all, he was so black that he wanted to suspect that he was the son of Zulu, the god of darkness - he looked like an obsidian or black crystal - his eyes and black hair.
She wore clothes that were not decorative but were very tailored, as if they were made of a material that she had never even seen. The face that made the nobleman's blood muscle feel high intelligence continued to glow desperately trying to understand the situation, even in the absence of words.
Eventually Lentomia succeeds in exchanging words with him by combining some translation magic (yactus).
Is Lentomia finally communicating his will by converting the language used in the region into other languages about twice and eventually fitting into a "liturgical ritual" that goes back to prehistoric magic civilization?
- In the end. You still don't know where you're from, do you, Greg?
Eventually, Grecas became intimate with the beautiful half-elf boy wizard.
Manuferno couldn't even speak easily, and his fingers were squeezed and his best view was far-flung. When the depressed thoughts dissipated in the pen, realizing that they were somewhat refreshing, Manuferno observed the two of them, spinning more and more of a fuzzy tale of paranoia.
- Greg later found out Lentomia was a "boy," and he was disappointed.
"Former sheath. But in the end, I went back to my original sheath and I looked happy..."
Buffoo, leaks a seriously disturbing grin on the woman.
After lifting the jaw with the buttocks of the pen, move the brush (pen) safely as you think.
Draw illustrations of grecas, prams, and twins, dry them for a while, and color them sartorially with paint.
Manuferno narrows his eyes and confirms his performance.
"Satisfied. Like this, right?"
I used to be popular portraying a lot of peer magazines - and a dementia inspired by my people - but lately I've been too busy to brush. The reason is not only that, but because the "now" of reality has become more fun.
- Gugle......
Mouth the name, it somehow warms the back of my heart slightly.
As a witch who drew the blood of an abominable demonic tribe in her native hideout, only the fellow Dicamarans treated me as a normal girl for Manuferno, who has even been contraindicated and scolded for coming near.
For Manuferno it was a dream pleasant time.
The most important thing that came to mind was Grecas, a boy with the same glasses.
During his adventures, Grecas always cared more about monks with "don't smell" glasses than he did.
That hasn't changed here lately after the adventure and reunited.
On his way inside the Dragon Man (Draguns), Grecas did everything he could to stop the power of "Decay (Pedos)", which had rampaged everyone to help him.
That he held his cursed body without any hesitation and taught me how to dance.
That he put a giant monster in a predicament on his opponent and held his hand to want him to share his magic...
All of that experience was a pleasant and pleasant memory for Manuferno.
- and.
"Mr. Manu, are you there?
After a knock named Tonton, I heard Riola from across the door.
When I opened it, my sister Riola stood. He has chestnut hair pinned and weaves a cardigan in a light one-piece style plain clothing.
It's getting cold, but the lord of this hall, Grecas, hasn't prepared winter clothes yet.
- Outrage. I have to tell Greg.
I do know it's hard to fight or injure a giant plant monster, but I think Manuferno wants me to take better care of my life than I took care of these kids.
"Um... Mr. Manu?
Riola was a little confused because of her blurry and watching Riola's long lashes.
Manuferno trims his glasses with his fingertips and then,
"Sister (Riola). What's wrong?
"Yes, um... the dish that Mr. Manu cooked me for the evening..."
Riola leaned over, saying something, with a puzzled look on her face. Manuferno immediately understood what it meant and stretched his face.
- Corruption. I knew you'd rot.
"Apologize. I have to throw that away. I tried to make it at a whim, but it seemed impossible to me."
"Oh no...! Mr. Manu."
"Waste. You wasted your precious beans..."
When Manuferno laughed powerlessly, he walked out into the hallway to the kitchen. The chilling corridor is cold to the bottom.
Riola follows in silence as the bat turns.
The magic of "Decay (Pedos)", which cannot be completely enclosed even in the Grecas junction, activates bacteria and accelerates food spoilage.
So I avoided Manuferno trying not to cook, etc.
However, it was a manuferno who tried to cook to show his gratitude for letting him live in this hall, but the result seemed to have only spoiled the ingredients.
There is zero self-derision similar to remorse and giving up after all.
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When I opened the kitchen door to keep the sad feelings coming up on the table, I heard the voices of Iola, Plum, and Hemperoza.
Surround the pan and make some noise.
That was an evening simmered salty stewed bean. It was something I had planted in the morning thinking about adding bacon and onions to make it soup.
Iola and Hemperoza were suspicious that the contents of the pan were rotten, rumouring and cursing about themselves, and Manuferno stood still with the thought of shrinking.
"Sage, are you sure you're okay?
"Greg, I don't think Pram can..."
"Oh, no, I'm even worried about the bad eating plum!?
There was a sage Grecas in front of the pan. I'm smelling the lid open.
Without knowing what to call me, I would be thrown "rotten. I had a feeling you couldn't do it," Manuferno put on his lips.
But the wise man's mouth leaks unexpected words.
"F......, don't worry, little one! This is... Ikel."
- Confused. What Ikel?
The wise man began to scratch the contents of the pan when he laughed at his usual floating tone. If I did, I could hear how bad it sounded.
"Wow! That's thready!
"Hey, something stinks -...?
"Oh, to the devil's food!?
Iola distances herself from the pan like a dong pull, and the plum also looks odd. It's the devil's food call that leads to Hemperoza.
In tears that seemed to zero, Manuferno made up his mind and spoke up.
"Apologies. Sorry, Greg... it... of the boiled beans I made..."
"Oh? Manu! That's amazing! This is Natto!? Ha ha, I miss you, I'm glad to hear it."
"Nato.? Nat 'u? What... it"
Manuferno blinked his eyes and listened back. The unheard word "nut" that Grecas uttered seemed to be the name of something food in the land of the wise.
Riola, who came into the kitchen with him, goes beside the wise man and asks.
"Do you mind if I eat?
"Absolutely! Not in this world? Healthy food to ferment boiled beans. Yeah, it's my hometown food, I guess I eat a lot in the morning. I didn't think you could eat this."
The wise man grinned with heartfelt joy, lifting a stewed bean pulling threads with a spoon.
Ooh, and pulls a white thread, with a unique odor drifting around.
"Ugh, you're lying!?
"Are you a Gohan in Grey's country -!?
"Oh, give me this in the morning... you're going to eat it!
Plum on Iola, and Hemperoza black-and-white her eyes as she was struck by a culture shock.
But Grecas draped the "fish soy sauce (ginger)" specialty of the southern Marino Serene in a pan that pulled the neva's yarn without a problem, making a noise with the necho and scratching it.
Approximately, Grecas began eating the white, yarn-drawing stewed beans from the pan without any hesitation.
Everyone but Grekas, who was there, sighs.
"Huh! Oh no!? I want Gohan for this!...... nnnnnnnnnnnn"
"I can't. G., Greg, please don't push me!?
Manuferno enters the stop with tears. Because I must have thought that the wise man cared about himself and was forced to do it. But the wise man is cheeky with a really deliciously nebulous boiled bean.
"Hmm? It's really good. The magic of Manu's" Decay (Pedos) "activated the spore buds of dead grass bacteria attached to the beans and" Fermentation (Pham) "began. Wow, Manu, the power... depends on how you use it."
Grecas is nodding, yeah, as he convinced (nuts) while eating natto.
Iola shrugs and eats a grain with a fearful spoon at the excitement of the sage. and
"Is that...? It's kind of delicious, Rio. I can smell it... but it tastes deep."
Riola also imitates Iola's words.
"Hmm, hmm? Ah......! It could be delicious indeed! Mr. Manu, it's amazing."
"Right? 'Decay (Pedos)' is not the only force in the Manu. Depending on how you use it, you'll be allowed to 'ferment'! I mean, you can make yogurt, kanrune kiomchi, that kind of food in an instant."
"I can't believe I could do that... I knew heroes had great powers..."
I struggle badly to cut the thread that stretches out of my mouth as Iola was impressed.
"Yogurt, I love prams. Yo! Sister Manu, I want you to make it."
Plum leans closer to Manuferno and peeks into the monk's eyes. He laughs innocently at his octagonal teeth and expects the "food" that Manuferno makes.
"Fermentation (fam). My... chi?
"I wonder why I hadn't noticed it before. Corruption and fermentation are the same thing in nature. Bacteria... oh, this is like an invisible 'fairy', but you can change the type of bacteria by changing the 'wavelength' of the magic that can activate it"
"Difficult. It's always hard to talk about Greg... But I mean, uh... can you cook if you adjust my powers?
"That's the thing. The ability to initially produce time-consuming fermentation in an instant would help a lot. In the meantime... we can help solve the food problem in the hall."
Huhaha, and the usual strange laughter.
Grecas lifts his glasses with excitement, and when he carries Nato into his mouth again, Plum and Hemperoza, as well as his twin siblings, laugh.
Manuferno felt his mouth loose in the joy of coming up.
To be praised, to be recognized by someone, and to be needed, which I thought was irrelevant to me, which I continued to hate.
I was really happy.
It was all given to me by a strange "sage" of the same age who smiled in front of me.
The grin spills unexpectedly when he sees a wise man wielding his arms around his mouth trying to cut a thread.
If you notice, the light leaking from the cloudy slices of weather was dyeing the winter earth golden. The thread stretched from the mouth of a wise man who is good at mucus sparkles.
- Maybe. Yeah, I'm sure.
I like Greg.
"Thank you. Thank you, Greg."
- So next time, let's change our hair.
Just be brave.
"Tabernacle" Closed