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Having finished healing his arms, Harua followed the hall with his head down many times.
"Thank you! THANK YOU...... must!
"Ha, I don't need it. Come again!"
I waved as I dropped him off at my doorstep.
At the time of his visit, his left arm, which was wrapped around a bandage, could be said to have been cured considerably by the new treatment method of Manuferno.
In order to protect the regenerated skin, it is covered with a brand new bandage, but there are only treatment marks under it that have recovered to the extent of "light burns". It will also become less uncomfortable over time.
But the scar on Harua's face, which was hard because the person she saw frowned... had also caused a deep wound to her heart.
When Iola and the others brought him here for the first time, Harua was hooded to avoid the eyes and had eyes that were always frightened by the toppings and subtractions.
But now that he's finished the treatment, he's looking up, smiling brightly for a long time and waving.
Of course, the wound on his face is still untouched, even though it hasn't healed.
You think everything turned out to be "okay because Io-kun told me he didn't care"?
I wondered what the hell kind of youth event had happened and snuck up on Riola.
Apparently, last time, on his way to the hall, Harua asked Iola, who was casually speaking to him about that or this side by side.
"... oh, the... Don't you want to walk alongside me...?
"... why?
"I have a scratch on my face, it's weird..."
"Wounds? I don't care...?
……
Apparently, Iola's dull (...) and somewhere boisterous atmosphere, for better or worse, inspired Harua to open his mind.
Well, I've been dealing with Larna from time to time, and Riola just trained me, and I guess I was used to girls, or because I had nothing to cower about.
All three of them seem to be doing pretty well.
In the end, it was Manuferno who healed the wounds of his body, but the presence of his brothers and sisters (Iorio) also seemed definitely to help heal the wounds of Harua's heart.
I hear Harua is going back to the village. The first step was to head to the free market at the North Gate where his father waited, so Iola and Riola were to send him along.
Seeing the three of us walking in line later, it's like a totally friendly friend or something.
"Next time. I'd like to heal your face wound."
"Agreed. If things go smoothly with no sequelae, I'll do that."
Manuferno and I will discuss our next policy.
"Priority. I don't see any shoulder or chest wounds, so I think I can come around. I'm your daughter of your age, and I'd like to get your face wound back to you soon."
"Uhm, I like that"
The next one will come in a week.
He said that it would take him all day and night to leave the village and come to the king's capital to sell vegetables, and another two days to return to the village.
Incidentally, there are now three "sales teams" of the village's public farm company, and it seems that the Hulua and the others are coming to sell on a few carriages instead of getting home......
Sounds like a mechanism for selling what you harvest in the village at a low cost, but what a big deal.
Normally, it would be easier if we had vegetables transported to the caravan of a large trading company that passes the national highway at regular intervals every day, and the flow of deliveries to wholesalers of contracted vegetables.
But then they take an intermediate fee, and the price of vegetables that reach the common people goes up, and they sell off.
It seems that it would be better if we found our own sales channels and sold them.
Besides selling it on the free market, it also delivers it to contract restaurants?
Next week is just the day after Iola and Riola finish their exams.
Let's hope it will be a day when some shoulder load comes down.
Me and Manuferno opened the door to the living room.
There, Pram and Hemperoza were taking a nap in the corner of the "Net (A) Micage (Basket) Mat," which became a popular spot.
"Kuka......"
"To the wise man? I'm sleepy too..."
Hemperoza is depressed, but Plum keeps his head on Hempero's shoulder and seems to be completely asleep.
What a sight for a peaceful afternoon.
Plum and Hempero's time to rest, and I want to protect this, because it's like I've been fighting hard too.
"Rest a little because I won't disturb you"
"Heh..."
These two would have just finally taken a ho breath.
Quietly closing the living room lining door and going out into the hallway, Manuferno was waiting for me.
"Manu, what about Lu and Spiano?
"The maternity ward. We took Larna and went out on a patrol carriage for the ride"
"Hmm..."
Is Lu and the others coming home in the evening?
The Lentomian one also went out to the laboratory in the basement hangar this morning.
Fairy Metius is napping time for the opening of the nightclub.
That means.
"Substantially. It's just Greg and you..."
"Ah, ah."
- Okiyun.
Pull the sleeve as the manuferno leans down a bit.
Soft silver hair tied in one, moist eyes over round glasses.
Yes! Time has finally come for just the two of us. After a carefree afternoon, now is the time to get along without worrying about the eyes.
From across the hallway, a convenience tool (gadget) named "Noremba" just approached, and the hall is quiet.
"... why don't we go upstairs? I've been thinking about some magic I'd like to try."
I lift my glasses with my fingertips all the time so that I don't get excited.
"Evil. You were nibbling on the way to therapy. Aren't you? … I refuse"
"No!? That's not how horrible it is! Feels good, good for beauty! Safe and secure…"
"Doubt. I only have an increasingly unpleasant feeling,"
When Manuferno dulls, he laughs and tries to escape.
"Yeah, come on!
"Scream. Ya!? Like a peer magazine in sharp production for this summer! Like peer magazine!?
"What are you drawing...!
That's all I'm anxious about, but as we get along, Guru and Manuferno pull their hands and run up to my room upstairs.
Manu also says something, but it doesn't look like it's going to be easy.
Slowly "My Thoughts on Awesome Beauty Magic (Esthetia)" mucus herbal bubble on the bunk to make your skin Svethbe null.
and -.
When I walked into my room, the crystal ball communication I was rolling on my desk in the study began to emit audio.
It was a simultaneous worldwide broadcast of statues and audio.
Three royal figures, and a familiar figure, are shown.
"(Zaza...) So, because there is, I will formalize the brave Ergonote -"
"No...? King Courtilt has the queen, Princess Snoovel... and Ergonote."
"Speech. What is it?
Peek into the crystal sphere as Manuferno deposits his body on my shoulder. Stick your heads together and listen.
Behind the king was the figure of the brave Ergonote.
My face is dark and shadowed and invisible.
The brave sword I saw through the crystal sphere also seemed to emit dull phosphorescence.
- Ergonote...?
Continued