"Wow, wow!
…………
Well, what's the matter?
For some reason she hung upside down and saw the wizard of the black robe crying out in front of her, and the magic girl armed herself in an awkward mood.
Why, but the cause is strangely predictable. She - hoisting the wizard Ilaja's left leg is a trap for beast capture that was buried in the ground until earlier. Perhaps Ilaja herself buried it in order to catch the magic girl.
The magical girl, who noticed the discomfort on the ground, avoided only the trap part. Iraja, who has been chasing me, has completely forgotten that she set a trap there - surprised by the screams of Iraja who stepped through the trap, the magic girl stops and looks back at her running legs - and now, is.
The robe for the wizard that Ilaja is wearing is now flipped according to gravity, hiding her head and arms. I don't see what he looks like, but it's obvious he's crying from what he hears.
Well, what's the matter? Again, think.
Humans, I wouldn't be dying as much as I was slightly upside down, but I was a little concerned about this crying. If you were a regular Iraja, you would even forget that you were setting a trap and yell, "I'm a magic girl, a little bit of a copycat."
If you're another human being, you leave him alone, but in the "table," you're Ilaja, your own man, and if anything happens, you're not sleeping well. While making sure there were no other traps at her feet, the magic girl stepped closer to Iraja in a suspended (kenji) state.
"... are you okay, hey?
and.
I stopped crying.
Instead, from the inside of the robe, I hear a faint voice. I don't know what you're talking about - you look up, and you say,
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh"
You don't want to show weakness to your enemies, you seem desperate to put up with crying.
Absolutely, he is a workaholic subordinate. With such irony, the magic girl sighed.
"I'll cut the string. Be a little adult."
Squeeze the magic zero out of her palm and gently throw it near her suspended leg. The magic girl's magic power, which flew at a slow rate like a chavon ball, cut the strings of Ilaja's feet, according to the Lord's will.
Magic still controls the speed at which the Iraja drops when it loses support. Then she also turned her head upside down, and eventually she sat on the grass.
Are you okay?
…………
For some reason, I was stared at silently.
Usually even a magic girl is like saying thank you if she is helped. When he thought it was something unusual, he frowned, his lips hung, and began to blur and weep again.
Speaking of which, I recall she's been congesting her eyes a lot lately here.
- He's never a good boss, but he's not even cold-blooded enough to leave his men crying.
Magic girl, one sigh. Later, next to Ilaja, he sat in a horseshit (agura). Iraja, sitting in a triangle, sounded her nose, but she seemed energetic enough to stare, "I don't have any clothes to sit in that skirt."
"Leave me alone."
"Something you can leave alone."
Answer with a parrot return.
And Ilaja's shoulder trembled small. Round your back, head to your knees. That's how she shrunk down and said she blurted out in a squeaky voice.
"... I don't need to be a child anyway"
"That won't happen. That's rude to my colleagues and friends who need you."
"Colleagues..."
The words that were followed by whining seemed to me to be my own name, but her voice was trembling and I couldn't hear her exactly. In addition,
"Uh-huh."
"Oh, hey, you?
Does it still hurt somewhere, Iraja, who started groaning again?
Her lips seemed puffy and trembling, her eyebrows leaning over, and...
"Ugh, uhh... Wow!
I was chopping (crunching) my ears from close range, holding both ears with my palm bottom (softly) -
Oh, this always happened one day, he said.
The magic girl's thoughts were accidentally attacked by a sense of prescience (dejav).
The age of the wizard Soaran is the story of the time when he crossed the Ten.
One day around the summer, he was coming to his fiancée Françoise - a.k.a. the Mansion of Fanstion. As usual, he received a letter saying, "I'll show you something interesting," and came all the way from the Witches Association headquarters in a carriage.
"You were late today."
That is just a fact. I don't blame you, the usual public discourse. Returning "The horse is butterfly because it's far away" is one of the stereotypical patterns.
A fantion that sits in a tall chair and sips tea while shaking her puffy legs. Soaran melted with a drop of sugar in his tea.
"So what kind of crap did you invent today?"
"Uh."
She did not try to argue with Soaran about his' shameless' remarks. Putting the cup itself back into the saucer and jumping off the chair just right, he walks by and sits in front of the bookshelf.
When I pulled out a few books at the bottom, I stuck my upper body and arms in them. There's a hidden space, and it's packed with this of her inventions.
Books, test tubes, beakers. Something I'm not sure about pops up with this, but none of it seems to be what I'm looking for. In the meantime, what flew to Pooh and Soaran's chest was a big peachy stuffed animal - no.
Round body and eight legs.
"Geez."
I held him reflexively before realizing who he was and threw him away.
It was thrown, twirling a spin and landing well on the floor. It's that spider who's the demon of the functionality.
There is a difference between having a rounder shape than before and not being muddled, but the size hasn't changed that much. However, you can admit that it is progress because it has become a deformed appearance, like eight sticks growing from a sphere that you want to flatten slightly, and because it has a texture like felt fabric, it is no longer enough to feel terrible physiological disgust.
If you manipulate your multiple legs and turn this way, is it a threat, a spider that lifts one of your legs and shakes it probably. No, it also looks like intimidation or "what are you doing" protest.
"I'm sorry."
But anger doesn't seem to subside. As he promptly stopped in like a spider, he began to step on Soaran's toes. The spider itself weighs only about a stuffed animal, so it doesn't hurt either. It's plain harassment.
Now, say the Lord of it.
When I saw it, I stopped flipping my stuff in the back. dressed in a front seat, looking up at the universe blurry. Did you find what you were looking for? Looking at how things were going, the fantion accidentally said.
"Wrong"
And turning around this way,
"Spider. That, bring it"
He was a spider who was eagerly stepping on Soaran's feet, but there he is a demon of use. Having been ordered by the fantion seemed to have lost interest from Soaran. "Cu" rings briefly to respond and jumps.... Is that what spiders sound like?
When the spider stops at the door, he jumps and sticks to the knob. And when I turned the knob cleverly and opened it, I walked out of the room.
Besides, it was Soaran.
"Hey, hey, you. Oh, he's gone."
"It's okay."
Though Soaran says hastily, the fansion stands up with a slap on the hem of the white coat looks calm. "Because I've introduced you to everyone," I said.
"When I modified it into this shape and showed the servants that it was my user demon, they stroked me that it was a cute stuffed animal."
How happy I am that I don't know it's a spider - it's a luminous giant, too.
"When I talked about how I made it out of magic, you praised your father and mother for doing well. So it's okay. It's felt and cushioned, so it won't crumble or scatter fluids when it hits the wall."
"That's why you're here, Alle."
"Llang, when you make a demon, make sure you refer to it"
"Thanks"
Though I'm sure the day won't come.
Fansion with your hands in your white pockets and a view of the door of the room. Soaran also stands next to him and waits for the 'thing' that left.
And a little later, the spider, look what he brought home from outside the room.
Soaran, just like when the spider popped out earlier - no. More than that, I'm surprised.