"It's warm."
"Yes."
Françoise and I walk shoulder to shoulder in the garden under the sky where the rainy weather of the last few days has cleared up like lies. But Soaran's heart was not as mild as the weather.
Well, what the hell am I supposed to talk about? - That's because I couldn't think of anything.
A fringe is, in the end, a paperwork contract between the association and her house, and for Soaran it has always been the same. That's why I didn't think I'd be allowed to be alone with Françoise like this.
Soaran, to my mind, has rarely talked to a girl her age before - no. Instead of girls around the same age, being around Soaran is like that educator who doesn't allow private language in the first place. even talking to people in public yesterday. Now...... so
"It's already spring"
I was just told that way by Françoise.
"Yes."
and nodding,
"Easy to spend, very good climate"
I can only respond to something that means about the same thing as, for example.
As a person in the association, the educator didn't teach me how to have a good conversation with my daughter of my age, although the modus operandi and academia were so planted that I didn't like them. Well, I wonder what this girl would be happy to talk to you about, desperately turning her head around. Topics related to wizards around the age...... entertainment novels? Small animals? Magic? - You're an idiot! Driven by the urge to sit back with your head in your arms, you can.
Francoise, on the other hand, was much more accustomed to conversation than Soaran. He can only respond to the extent that he is slightly better than the parrot returns, and he will continue to talk about the season.
"Right. Oh, yeah, yeah. A cat had a baby in the corner of the garden the other day. Two hairs and three spots."
The voice of Françoise, who speaks, is playing. Apparently, I was relieved that she wasn't as bad at talking to me as she hated me.
Francoise's introduction to the garden continues even further.
"I put a little box in the corner of the garden for you, and that's where my parents and cats often milk their kittens."
"It's also adorable"
"It would. But I've seen too much and it seems to have spoiled my mother and cat's mood. Shah, I've been intimidated with a much scarier voice."
"haha"
A funny-necked fantasy drains the shoulder strength. When I heard a voice leaking naturally from my mouth, I remembered that speaking of which, I laughed with this voice.
"But you see a lot of things in the mansion garden. I envy you."
"Yeah. Flowers bloom a lot too. My mother likes to grow flowers."
"Hmm."
"Especially last year's Tulbara was brilliant"
"Ho."
"Yeah, well, the other day, there was a big snake."
"It is"
"I was able to catch something good, so I tried to sneak a rat into a servant's trap and feed it. It was a lot of fun."
"Really, that's"
And I hit the connection - and realized that there was.
Didn't this girl say anything strange right now? 'Fun' to catch snakes and feed rats?
"Um,"
"And then there's something else."
But she didn't make a good reference to it. Francoise running abruptly, Soaran stops on the spot and continues to look at its back. Eventually she stops a little distance from Soaran, turning one foot on the axis, twirling, and.
"Like this."
And the moment I turned this one around, she was.
- It was stained white.
"Ah."
But I soon found out that the perception was wrong.
She was on a black robe, weaving a single white coat. I magically changed my outfit. The white coat, with its dark hair flowing lightly, was much brighter in the eyes than the blooming flowers there.
In a gap where Soaran flickered at the sudden change, she took something out of her white pocket. Fountain pen and compass. Colored in white, she narrows her eyes, shows her teeth and laughs, instantly.
From the time the fountain pen was released from her hand until Soaran took out the wand of nostalgia, the reaction speed shouldn't have been so bad. Slap the fountain pen off with your right hand and point the tip of your cane at the compass that followed you. When the compass hit the magic barrier, it let down its strength without a shudder and fell on the lawn.
But that's also a quick beat to relieve. When she pulled the necklace off her neck and made it look like a single string, she shook it like a whip. The chain, which should only be as long as it goes around the neck, changes its shape as she tries to take her power. It wraps around white light, swells, stretches long -
In a low, pressed voice, she commands the serpent.
"Take him into custody."
"Hey -"
I didn't know what her actions meant, but I felt only malice clearly.
In a hurry, I try to restart my wand. But with no magical effect or limbs, the serpent moved quickly. Soaran does something faster, wraps around him, and he can't move. I got my arm tightened up, followed, and I took off my cane. Groans about the pain, sits back.
There was a shadow approaching him like that. Regardless, it is Françoise. She stopped in front of Soaran as she approached without a dust, and, yeah, she roared.
"I was going to hit you by accident. It's not working yet."
"What are you going to do, this!
Soaran's, doesn't even move to a screaming voice.
Françoise looked down at him with cold eyes and told him:
"Jennifer."
…………
"Huh?"
"Snakes I Magically Made"
It's not like I want to hear your name.
Soaran leaves his butt on and stares at Françoise again. When she came to Soaran's sight and stuck her face out, close enough that her nose tip was likely to touch her, she said.
"Because it's a viper. It's not a good idea to move poorly."
"... what is the purpose. If you harm me, the association won't shut up."
The unfamiliar lone name seemed to bite my tongue, but I manage to say it out.
Then she wondered, "Purpose? I said." It was as if I hadn't predicted being asked that, but the reaction I said - undoing my broken hips, putting my hands on my chin and looking up at the sky, "Purpose. Yeah, yeah, it's a purpose," he repeated several times.
I still said this in a blurry tone.
"I have a favor to ask of you."
"Please?"
"Yes."
I don't know if it's 'blackmail' to be exact, but it's not the word I could have said in this situation.
Looking down at Soaran again, Françoise. Then what a fright the 'favor' she had told him.
"Be my fiancée"
"... what?
What the hell does this girl say?
Françoise walks around wandering around, waving her fingers and pointing her lips at Soaran's gaze, looking up at her without thinking of the right response.
"You know, I'm just, like, tired of this stuff, too."
"Like this?
"Matchmaking. I know how your mother feels about finding the right person for your daughter, but this is the third time. We weren't all busy people. I want to study it in my spare time."
"Research?"
I want to be a magic researcher.
Distort your neat face to a heartily fed up look and stick it out on Soaran's nose tip where you can't move. "How many experiments do you think I could have had while you were doing such a boring thing about matchmaking?" I remembered her, waving a rope happily in the garden, "she said.
"By the way, the matchmaker so far is one old man and one Mazacon. I'm telling you, if I were to marry that one, I'd bite my tongue and die."
"... hmm"
"So, I don't know what to say, you look like a bummer, but it's better than that."
"You talk about people like they're a product of compromise, you."
"I guess so."
"I guess so."
"But you don't, either."
Disgruntled, my lips pointed. Childish tricks.
"This pageant, it seemed like you weren't into it either. So I thought there might be someone somewhere who's sworn in the future, but it doesn't seem like that."
It's not like that. It is not. - But.
"So, what do you say?
"Hey, nothing..."
Threatening me with a viper, just hearing my intentions.
In the first place. I can't believe I bothered to call you in and catch you. He said he didn't do such a hassle.
"I have no right to any of this. Intentionally blackmailing you like this... even though we didn't negotiate, if you and the educator think it's significant, this relationship will be concluded."
I'll tell you, she opened her eyes.
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're a lonely life, you"
Gusari.
Frank words sting my chest. I've lost options other than living here, and I'm sure I've given up on all of them, and I'm sure they're talking, but still...
I don't know if you know what's in Soaran's heart like that, Françoise leaned his neck,
"Ma, it's okay. But she's my fiancée. I'll make your life somewhat enjoyable."
"Oh no... no, well. Fun, for example?
"For example, that or something"
A snake pointed at Françoise says "shire" in Soaran's ear. Hih, and I can pull my neck in, but she laughed, "Looks like she's happy to have you play".
"This guy... really, that, poison"
"No, Jefferson's not poisonous."
Wasn't that Jennifer?
I said, "Well, it's a blur."
"I forgot."
"You said it yourself earlier."
"But if you say so much, I'll do it for you. Jennifer, please come back."
It's no other fiancée's favor. Say something you don't know if you're serious or joking, and order the serpent. Whether it was him or her, he stepped away from Soaran's body without a sound when he made a red tongue out of it, of course. When Françoise grabbed the torso of the snake that came crawling through the floor, the white light scattered like a water splash.
And all that remained in her hand was a bottle of the original chain.
The fantion shook the hand that held the chain, sloppy, and stuck out to Soaran.
"On the mark of approaching, I give you"
"No, I don't want it"
Instant Answer. I don't know what chain the snake lived in, where I got it - but
"Don't hesitate. I'm letting you sleep in here once and for all, but if there's anything stringy, you can recall it anywhere, so I'm sure it'll help you someday."
"Ha..."
"His name is Jamie."
Are you doing this deliberately?
Anyway. I take the offered chain and it becomes a robe, and Soaran stands up. I slapped her in the ass, healed the wrinkles on her robe, and then mouthed her answer to 'Please'.
"The engagement thing. Personally, I have no objection."
"Thanks."
"I don't know what the association will say about the rest... but I think you'll be fine."
The family style is more impeccable than the original. It would also confirm how much the magical talent was, but her strength came to Soaran's own, literally with herself. Where they did any research, it would pass.
But why not? At that moment, between her eyebrows, only for a moment, a wrinkle came over her.
The Association of Witches.
"Yeah."
Would it be a matter of repeating and confirming?
And leaning down, she threw up, whispering, a quick word is.
"Not funny"
"Huh?"
Also, distorted cheeks, hatefully pulled lips on the look. Was it an illusion? Was it an illusion? He blinked, but when he raised his eyelid again, Françoise's eyes reflected Soaran, and his expression was back to it as a child of the Good House. And
"Soaran. - Sheer Lyan"
What she called it was his' original 'name. What my parents used to call me on the southwest continent. No one on this continent called it difficult to pronounce - I haven't heard that before, breathtaking of fluent pronunciation. "I practiced," she narrowed her eyes to surprise Soaran.
"I, I'll tell you a lot. What you don't know, what the association doesn't. What only I know. My own magic - lots of things. So."
Francoise laughed.
Lower your eyes innocently, peel off your teeth, and raise your cheek flesh. The smiling face that I made was bold, insistent, but powerful when it came to the lady.
Very, very. It was a charming, smiling smile.
"I'm Françoise. Call me a fantion."
"Fan, Shon"
"Yes."
You're good.
Her words are like a mother praising the baby's 'Amen.' On her thin fingertips plugged into her forehead, Soaran somehow felt like crying.
"Let's live together. Until each other, those who want them, show up the way of life they want."
Soaran remembered the illusion that he had been sucked into the frame.