The elegant daily routine of sage Grecas - here we go with a lovely 'Sage Hall' life!

Pico! and a flashing star shined over my head. At the same time, the overhead slime bounces.

"If you can't fly through the sky, you just have to slip through the ground......! That might be a good idea..."

The contents of the crystal ball communication from Lentomia can not be used in other applications - for example, for transport - for the failure of the "magic cylinder that creates the power to fly (...)" made at the corner? It was a consultation.

As far as I'm concerned, I didn't get a formal job request from the king's government, but I was like, "Any good ideas? I also miss Chitto when he says," Nothing ".

So as a wise man of wisdom, I wanted to offer you some ideas.

"Sure...... 'Hovercraft'......! There must have been a ship for both surface and surface."

Put a rubber skirt on a boat-like vehicle and pump air into it... reducing friction with the ground surface. That should have been how Hovercraft works.

If you just let it rise slightly off the ground with the force of the air, you don't even need that much power. If it rises, you can pull it later with a horse, or you can attach the flying cylinder sideways.

- Here it is!

On a good note, the word "blower" and the fact that the skirt was curled (meshed) were hints.

I also remember a pair of purple, skirt-width threesomes slipping on a hover...... it would be some mistake.

It was drawn from fragmented "memories" of the previously living world.

Once...

The memories of my main body (...), Chihiro, living in a different world, served as a source of ideas to cut through the pinch more than once and gave me tips to improve my life.

But every day I follow, I seem to be forgetting about the other side of the world. If I were a 'seed' scattered into this world for any reason, it would be similar to the twin leaves that have sprouted and finished their service decaying.

Or maybe the very mechanism of saying this memory extinction (...) is a penalty imposed on the human being who has metastasized it.

The first thing I realized that I was losing my memory was about my parents. It may be called flimsiness, but I seem to have forgotten it first. I don't even remember his name or his face.

I remember a little loneliness, but I think I may have been able to stay sane thanks to not wanting to go home, etc.

Nevertheless, it seems that only the images and contours of the objects, tools, lives, and how things work that were used in the other world will always remain. Of course, I don't originally know all the details. It would be a hint of something though.

"In my skirt, it's going to be hard to get air in steady."

Nevertheless, if that part can be resolved, land passage, as well as water and marshlands, will proceed.

But the "air cushion boat" is basically in the shape of a ship and needs a baggy structure that builds air into the bottom. And it has to be durable.

But I can float under the pressure of the air, so I won't be able to put anything too big or heavy on the structure. This is likely to be a weakness for transportation.

Then if you turn it into a wheel... This is not Hovercraft.

With me sliming on my head, yeah, thinking about it, I could hear Manuferno coming down from upstairs leaning against the staircase trunk.

The bright white piece, the length to the knee, seems to be made of high neck yarn. The fluffy texture reminiscent of a snow rabbit is really cute to see the plump lines of the wrapped body as well.

"Crime. It sounded like a study of pumping air into a skirt......?

Quickly lift the round glasses on the dance floor of the stairs to glow.

"Shit!? No, it's a misunderstanding! I need some air in a rubber bag."

"Smile. I won't let you in your room anymore"

"Wow!? No! You're mistaken about something!?

I rushed over to Manuferno to explain the situation and get nothing.

After hanging out with the rest of Hemperoza's study, I decided to try it out in the garage to see if the idea was feasible by the end of the day

And at times like this, it would be the turn of the "male hand".

"Iola! Let's do something fun in the garage with me.... Why don't you go after the man's romance?

"Huh...?

Continued