The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

(No way……………………)

Siegmund looks at the hand wipe placed beside her as she hugs Mariela, who rests calmly in her arms. "Sieg" and embroidered stab. That is the hand wipe that Mariella gave me the day I met her, and now it is also his treasure.

No wonder I put that hand wipe in my nostalgia on a day like today, which supports my heart that's about to break.

The hand wipe is placed on the rooftop floor in a damp and unmade manner in Bechavecha.

Mariella's runny nose.

You don't have a choice.

That's all I cried. Even a runny nose will come out.

No matter how precious the treasure, Mariella cannot be replaced.

Tears and runny noses will have to be wiped.

"Don't leave me alone."

After a wish that resembled such a confession, Mariela cried and cried, and this made her drink water again, in a flood of wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow i wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow i wow

Sora, it's sober now.

Sieg thinks Lynx is his best friend. It's not that the death isn't hard.

Even now, the grief of losing Lynx is tightening my chest tightly.

It's not like Mariella doesn't feel the blame of her conscience for asking for herself because of his death.

But, well, it was supposed to have been a bit of a nice vibe, I think about it.

Before falling into slavery, a street of play was a siege. I had a lot of experience with weak women when I was a bastard. That's why I don't think so.

No way from that atmosphere, what a combo of gang crying, nostrils, and bursting sleep is Kimal.

Normally, a woman of her age doesn't rub her eyes even if she cries. Because it swells and makes me look terrible. Even if you heal in a lower potion, the crying face doesn't make you look anything but the person you're after, and it keeps you from understanding the fact that you cried.

But Mariella's eyes swelled to the bread and became bright red, not only to her eyes, but to her nose. It doesn't even look a little like a needle ape, and I feel like I can't help it.

(……, in the meantime, do you want to sleep in your room……)

It is cold at night even though it is wrapped in a blanket. You shouldn't catch a cold.

Sieg lifted Mariela up and walked down the stairs behind the roof.

The moon with its face out of the clouds was a three day moon as thin as a bow, not filled with the wishes of some full moon man.

By the way, my favorite hand wipes were washed clean and put back in the back of the drawer.