The Last Surviving Alchemist Wants to Live Quietly in the City

When Siege arrived home on Mariella and her master's waiting "Wood Leak Day," the day had fallen.

"Sieg, welcome back. Wow, full of Trinik"

"I'm home, Mariella. I got a lot today, so I divided it into guards."

"I already made dinner tonight, so I'll cook tomorrow. Do you have a request?"

"Uh, Mariella. I want to eat today. Let's fry it with one wing-"

"Nor, Master. You just ate -. Did you get bogged down?"

By the way, my master is not bogged down. Bokeh is shaking, but it's too early to get demented.

"Uh, we're all gone, so Daddy made it out of alchemy, Grandpa"

Sieg doesn't know what time he'll be back, so he doesn't have to wait for Sieg to finish his dinner at "Wood Leak Day". Today, after we all go home.

"Master Selfish"

Mariella pointing her mouth at the master's mercy and reaching out to pinch her pointy tip. Mariela doesn't know her master is keeping his eyes open on all sides while she sleeps, and even Salamander only thinks she's just a drunk master because she's returned when her master returned before Mariela woke up. So I'm not reluctant, I'm holding my outstretched master's index finger and thumb with both hands, and I'm pulling with the gutter.

Sieg, who was watching Mariela's interaction with her master, laughing and laughing as she said, "Geez, Mariela, I can rip my hands off," offers to help her laugh a little bit.

"Let's help."

"Bye, me too."

"Please sit quietly because your master is in the way"

Mariella and Siege went into the kitchen, leaving their master pointing his mouth at Mariella's remarks. Sieg begins dismantling the rain beggar while Mariella prepares seasonings and oil. To Mariella, who just needs more meat, stab a knife in the meat and fold the joint upside down to remove the thigh. Sieg himself doesn't realize that the cue is only a little rougher than usual.

"Thanks."

Mariella, who received the thigh, when cut into large bites, tossed it into the "smelting space" with the seasoning and mixed gently, "a little" pressurized ". Shorten the time, taste stains, etc."

Rain beggars are medium-sized birds that are bigger than a person's head. Hanging a nest on a tall tree, it rings with a characteristic chirp. The round fat figure is not suitable for flying, and I have not seen anything flying, so I am even told that I may be eating Xia. After it rang, it was given this name mostly because of the rain.

But the reality is not as beautiful as people rumor, and its ecology is also like that of ants and bees. Except for the queen birds who can lay eggs and their connections, they are undifferentiated and gender-neutral, and collect food and transport it to the nest. What rings with a distinctive voice is not calling for rain, but for the birds who are soldiers to protect themselves from rain and external enemies.

Unlike the fat queen birds that can't fly away, the soldiers' birds are nothing but thin palm-sized birds, and they don't seem very much the same species.

Zakuri.

On fat meat at the apex of slave labor, Siegmund sticks his blade out. While Mariella is cooking one, the rest of the birds are cooked easily.

Rip out your belly and take out your terra terra and greasy guts. Dismantle by site and rinse the meat off the bone, depending on the site.

A crusty touch that breaks thin peach meat, a thousand slices of flesh when peeling off the muscles that lead to the bone. A white color of bone that pops out by tearing the flesh into a crisp feel that folds the joints in reverse.

Stick out the knife, split the bumps, bumps and meat. What are the pale eyes that mirror only one of Siegmund, who quietly mourns the rain beggar?

"Sieg? I got it."

Mariela called out to me and Zeke finally returned to me.

All the rain beggars were finished, and some were cut to an easy size to eat.

"It would be easy to cook if you just cut this off. Thanks."

Saying so, Mariella puts the meat of the rain beggar in a container and turns it into a frozen, refrigerated demon prop.

On the kitchen desk is a dinner for Sieg and a fried chicken from the rain beggar, and when is the master sitting and standing by holding a liquor bottle directly in front of the large plate of fried chicken from them? The boulder is a wise man. Perfect grasp of the time to finish the dish.

The fries are fried in the "smelting space" without using a pan. For Mariella, the temperature management of "Smelting Space" is easy, so it is usually better than using cooking equipment. Sashimi outside, juicy inside. The master of Yagoo's Bouncing Bridge Pavilion is unbeatable.

Evidence of good work is eating with great momentum when my master is flabby. Does the master have a fire specification in his mouth? Even hot food eats fine, so he is very strong in the culinary competition. As it is, it will all be eaten by my master.

"Master, eat too much. Limon Throw ~"

"Holy shit, here! Mariella! Limon has to be put on a pickup plate!

"I don't mind because my master ate enough - Me and Sieg are remonstrators."

Mariella squeezes Bushu and Limon onto a large plate in order to restrain the master of the non-limon-hung pie. Let's just say this is one fire extinguishing activity.

"Delicious."

Sieg twinkling with a look at such a master theatre. He rarely eats dinner while drinking alcohol. The way Sieg eats to taste carefully, as he bites and bites, reminds him of the day he had his first toast. Mariella stared at Zeke like that.

"Sieg, you've grown your hair. Can I get a haircut later?"

and called out.

The "Wood Leak Day" washroom also has mirrors and lighting magic props, so I generally use this place when cutting my hair at night. Sieg, wrapped in a sheet around his neck, sat in a chair facing the mirror, staring at the mirror blurred.

My unreliable hands are touching Sieg's hair. She pinched her hair and choked it, combed it with her fingers and choked it again, and Mariella cut Sieg's hair.

Mariella's weakness in grip can be felt from the soft feeling of touching her hair. When Zeke washes and combs his hair himself, his hair gets tangled and pulled by his fingers somewhat, but he touches it much more gently than when he touches it himself, and his hair never gets pulled.

Is this not how it feels to have a hairy little animal?

Mariella in the mirror has a serious look when she says it's just a haircut, and her eyes that tend to open wide and exciting from time to time. "Shit! He said," My mouth is also open vertically, and then he moves the siege across the mirror and makes his eyes peel. "Phew, I wonder if I can handle it." Of course, Zeke is passing through a pretense that he's about to blow out but hasn't noticed.

There is also a barber shop in the labyrinth city that cuts my hair, and Edgan, etc. who pays attention to my appearance, cuts my hair at the barber shop. Mariella is also clever on the hand, but she cuts it much better on the job, so Mariella suggests to Sieg, "I wish I could go cut her hair," but Sieg has Mariella cut it for some reason.

Soft and warm, because this time is important.

"Hey, Sieg. Something wrong?

Chokiri, Mariella asks Sieg as she moves the chokiri and the chokiri.

(Is that a prospect………)

Mariella laughs all the time, but only when Zeke is worried, she's sharp.

"Hey, there's something I remember back in the day."

You can't be wrong to look. It was the merchant of Zeke.

Sieg doesn't talk stupid honestly about how a merchant who once abused himself came to a labyrinth city. It is appropriate for Nielenberg to speak from the standpoint of protection. If I told Mariella, I'm sure it would make me feel sad, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Siegmund does not have proof that he is innocent, although Sieg was corrupted by a false lawsuit against his merchant parents and children.

Above all, thanks to the master's impossibility, he has become quite accustomed to the bow and has become able to hit it even if it is not a hundred shots. When it comes to ensuring that the day is approaching when you are promoted to A-rank and released, it is not a good idea to make a scene right now.

It's best to stay out of it. Even if we met in the city, it's different from what it looked like back then. Even if the merchant father and son of Sieg saw Sieg, they wouldn't know who he was. Before that, I think it's even suspicious if that parent and child remember an individual named Sieg.

So there's nothing to worry about.

Except for my own, gushing thoughts in my heart, blackening thoughts.

What was Siegmund thinking as he moaned the rain beggar?

The moment I saw the merchant parent and child, the repeated unreasonably congested emotions turned into an uncontrollable rage. Though I managed to contain it on that occasion, the black snake that twitched in my belly was still going to blow up indiscriminately, wrapped around a world that not only drove merchant parents and children into that situation, but also hated and resented the object.

Now I know how much I've been treated unfairly. Debt slaves brought in by merchant parents and children. Seeing them as badly beaten as Zeke once did, and their hearts dead, the sound of the hearts screaming at the ramblings thrown at them many times raises itself to the back of the brain as hard as a volcanic eruption. Reason is going to be burned out and dominated by uncontrolled emotions that overflow like magma's.

I don't know what reason that parent and child put Siege into criminal slavery, but it must be a terribly selfish and unjust reason, perhaps to hide the abuse of debt slavery or to rub the cause of the failure of the trade. If that merchant hadn't bought me, I wouldn't have been treated that badly.

No, before that, I abandoned Siegmund when I lost my spiritual eye, even to a party that was once one of us. Sure, Sieg was arrogant, but I should have seen him as a good eye by being together.

It's his fault, no, him too. The black thoughts in my chest swell to such an unrestrained thought, and I want to scream, no matter how mundane. That's when.

Poofy, poofy, poofy.

Mariella's hand touches Sieg's hair.

"I wonder if there's a lot of hair around here."

Pinch the hair of the siege in the hoof and comb the shock and hair with a vertical twist.

Soft hands, gentle fingertips.

A warm place that hasn't changed since the day we first met.

Siegmund stares at Mariella in the mirror.

Mariella, who noticed Sieg's gaze, grins through the mirror.

The irrationality to which Zeke was subjected must have been of some geometric significance and value to the opponent, albeit grossly downward.

For lowly entertainment, like looking down, hurting, illusory that you are relative worthy, the pain that Zeke received, sadness, humiliation, is nothing but irrationality.

I guess the mercy Mariella gives me has the meaning and value of filling Mariella's little loneliness.

Stay close, protected, and supportive. Living with a young girlfriend may look like a family member to some people. But the love that Zeke receives is nothing short of free.

"Cut your forehead a little, too."

To that smile, to the eyes, just touch the warm fingertips, the black thoughts dyeing up Zeke's chest disappear. What color is this emotion that comes in instead? If hate is to be considered black, this complex and even more gratifying thought is accompanied by a lot of radiance and a little flair. Siegmund knows what this emotion is, but I'm going to hold it like this for a while now. I just want to stay a little more in this peaceful and warm place.

(You just have to grow slowly)

Because it seems that way.

This place is the best Siegmund has ever gained in his non-busy life.

If you don't fall for criminal slavery, if you don't get bought by the merchants of the devil, if you don't get abandoned by your companions, if you don't lose your spiritual eyes, it's where you never got it.

There will be no slight stray if asked which one to take, the Spirit Eye or Mariella.

Because I wouldn't have come on a day like this if I hadn't lost my spiritual eye and continued to be an adventurer like that.

Mariella's hand is stretched over Sieg's lost right eye in an attempt to cut Siegmund's forehead. Siegmund accidentally grabbed that hand, even then we first met, and still the gentle hand that keeps saving Sieg, without suppressing the overflowing feeling, seemed to me to have nothing to change.

Jackin.

"Ah!"

Mariella opened her mouth and solidified.

Siegmund's forehead was shortened.

"Because Jizzy Siege suddenly moves ~! I don't want to cut my hair anymore. Cut it outside!"

In tears, Awww and Angry Mariella.

"Excuse me. Mariela! No, this should be neater! Yeah, I think so! Look, that's great! It's a boulder, Mariella! Thanks!"

For some reason, Sieg, with his forehead cut off, is a follow-on festival of flat apologies.

Mariela is completely out of reverse. Why should Sieg be pissed off? Some of the causes may have been in Siege, but they are totally unreasonable.

"……… Really?

"Oh! So hang up again!

Siegmund managed to circumvent Mariella's words to her tearful eyes with promises to get sweet treats, rare fruits and oak kings. Haircuts cost a lot more.

What a 'ridiculous and irrational' world.

But I no longer see any shards of black thoughts in Sieg's chest. Even if we meet the merchant of the temple again, we will not be imprisoned in the past.

Because no matter what kind of irrationality there is, it's not worth this' ridiculous irrationality '.

To keep Mariella in the mood, Sieg invites her to drink Limon's pickled honey. Honey is a luxury product, so it's Mariella's "Save It" that can't be impoverished.

"Come on, come on," Mariella said with an exciting face as soon as possible, blaming Zeke.

I didn't see my master in the living room, in the kitchen, or in the store, and all I had left was a "I'm going to drink" note. Mariella said, "Muki, master, again!" Though angry, Sieg enjoyed her time alone with Mariella for the first time after gently messing with her shortened forehead with her fingertips.

A lot of rain beggars were caught today. He predicted the rain and sounded as loud as he could.

A strong wind is blowing over the sky, though I can't see the flow of clouds hidden in the night book.

I'm sure the storm will be here soon.