"Whew..."
It has been a while since I became a collaborator, though not a fellow rebel......
Thanks to all the things I do, everyone in the rebels has been remembering my face lately. They greet me if I walk, and it's a little awkward to treat this one exaggerated every time, especially those I saved my life.
"Oh, you're an angel. Are you done with your work?
"I don't really like that name..."
I know it's no offense, but it's a little subtle because it can get browned up.
When they complained, they laughed sorry and handed me the cookies.
Although Mr. Satsuki has stock of cake, sweets are still a precious commodity. Although there is Mr. Aoba for flour and the like, it is difficult to make your own butter because it is difficult to get it.
"... um, you have no choice. I forgive you."
"Surprisingly Cholo......!
"It's not choro, because it's to eat with friends. And don't call me an angel."
Once I stabbed the nail, I walked out with the cookies I got.
Not too much, but let's eat with Kuzha.
"... You kind of like this more than you used to"
(9) When I was in the sound, I honestly felt that it would be good if things tasted good to some extent.
The only thing I like is a strange beverage that tastes strangely chemical, but that felt like I liked it because the taste was interesting, not because it was sweet.
The effect of being a girl, or I feel blind to something sweeter than before. Mr. Satsuki's cake, let's take care.
"Sure, Kuzha, you said you'd help carry your baggage today"
Split consumes magic and will be tired because it is also physical work.
I'm done, so let's have a snack or a nap together.
If you take it easy and walk around the base, you can still speak up again and again. I'm just a little restless to be called this way about myself, although I can't be stopped.
Try to hide from people as much as possible, sew up gaps in the warehouse and walk away.
"Hiccup."
"Wow."
When I was close to the corner, I just bumped into someone.
"There he is..."
"Uh, excuse me. Are you okay...... Ah, Chrome"
"Van Peel!?
The person I bumped into was the face I knew.
The opponent you once fought against, Chrome.
Apparently, she's in an illegal mercenary family business, and she's got a lot on her hands with the rebels.
I haven't heard what all that means. Mr. Ginka didn't go into that much detail, because he always gets away with it, even as he seems to talk to Krom himself.
"Ah... that..."
"Heh? Ah."
What Chrome pointed out was the bag I had.
When I opened the inside, the cookies I received were splendidly cracked. When I hit him, he must have smashed it.
"Uh... never mind. This is careless."
"... ugh"
"More than that, Chrome, were you hurt? There was a bit of a heavy noise, or we were lactating each other, so we didn't cushion each other."
"Why is this guy demeaning each other......!?
No, 'cause they're both small tits.
When I hit it, it didn't feel like Po Fun, it felt like Tang.
We're breast-feeding each other, so we can't help but do a lot of damage. I think the world is a little unreasonable, even though some people are as big as Mr. Satsuki.
"... is that a treat?
"This is the cookie I just got. I was going to eat with my friends later... well, I can eat even if it cracks"
It's a bit like a powder spill, which would be acceptable.
"See you, Chrome. Good luck with your work."
I wasn't fighting with Chrome, but I had a bit of a stifle before.
I've hurt her pride in that matter, so she won't like me. [M]
In fact, when we met again, it was a swordswallowing atmosphere, and I still have nothing to talk about even if I'm not, and I'm even stared at from time to time.
I was avoiding being aggressive too, as they said darkly to stay away.
Let's be honest and disperse because they don't like it but there's no reason to get involved.
"Ma, wait!
"... what's wrong?
I wasn't expecting to be held back, so I was surprised.
Perhaps right now, I am surprisingly round my eyes myself.
Grab my wrist, Chrome's holding me back trying to get away. I dressed the opposite of one day, wondering what was wrong with me.
"Uh, what is it"
"... this way no"
"Huh?"
"Because it's good! Come here!!
"Wow."
I'm forced to pull, and I follow Chrome as she's about to fall. Precisely, they're pulling it off.
Chrome's trying to get me somewhere. She's turning bright red to the back of her neck and ears for some reason, and she's looking restless somewhere.
"Um, Chrome. Fever..."
"No! I'm telling you to follow me! I'm gonna fucking kill you!
"Uh, I don't want to be killed, so I'll be honest with you"
Whatever it was from the front, I honestly nodded because if I really wanted to kill him, I was going to hit him in the sleep.
I haven't done that before, which means I don't like it, but I don't even have the will to kill it. Or maybe you're convinced you can't because it's for the rebels.
I also want to avoid being hated any more, so let's just follow without saying anything extra.
"Here we go."
"... the kitchen?
What was brought in was a kitchen, preparing a rebel meal.
As for the time slot, it was past lunch and they had already cleaned up their lunch, and there was no one in the kitchen.
"Totally... wait a minute"
Frowning in a grumpy manner, Chrome wears an apron.
Whoever sees it, dress to cook now. Chromium begins to prepare ingredients and cookware quickly.
"Chrome...... can you make sweets?
"... I'm sorry. You can't just make a cake, like a cookie."
"I mean it's bad... unexpected... because no matter how you look at it, it's going to slip..."
"Are you fighting and selling?!?
No, you mean simply keep watching.
I don't think he was making a name for himself with a Doya face when we met. Aprons are too much for everyday wear.
"Not at all! Oh, my God! You ha!"
Chrome makes cookie fabrics handily, even though she is puffy and angry.
The flour looks like it's going to go up, but it's pretty polite on hand. Maybe it's surprisingly familial.
"... All right, no. And then put the dough to bed, and then I'll mould it out."
When you put the dough up, Chrome just cleans up the dishware that you no longer need.
I couldn't help because I was afraid of the atmosphere, and I was just going to watch it.
"Phew...... take a break no"
"Good day, Chrome"
"... you just eat with friends, but you don't taste like a broken cookie. I didn't even see it before."
"You're surprisingly serious..."
"Are you really fighting and selling just now...?
"No, I didn't. I didn't know that before."
"... naturally. We killed each other."
For me, it was just that I stopped taking care of him, but for Chrome, I guess that was a real fight.
"... is it hard to talk to the person you once killed each other?
"Nothing. No. It's not uncommon to run a mercenary."
"Uh... so you're purely mad about when we met before?
"Oh, no, no, of course not!
I guess that means he's got a voice up for some reason, but that's all he's mad about.
Chrome turned bright red on her face and scowled at this one looking like she was still going to step on the estate waste.
"When it comes to curse-style chromium, it has a name on its path! It would be humiliating for me to lose at such an easy rate!!
"Uh, oh, sorry"
"Apologize! You're gonna be extra miserable!!
I don't know if it's called Kille Art, but I wonder if Chrome has always been angry and tired.
Looks more angry to point out, so I just decided to keep my mouth shut.
"... I'm an orphan."
"Really?
"Ah. In this world, it's unusual or irrelevant..."
Chrome starts talking, looking a little calm about whether his anger has subsided.
I'm going to be totally mad at you when I go to bed right now, so let's be honest with you.
"Orphans can only live if they sell their bodies or take them away from someone... that's why I chose to take them."
"So, you're running a mercenary?
"... that's what I'm talking about. But as you can see, my body was small, and instead of being a man by force, I was no match for another woman."
"... I see. So it was speed."
For her with a small body, I guess that was the path she chose to take.
"That's right. So I couldn't forgive you for lightly masking it..."
"It's..."
"Don't apologize. You're gonna be really miserable. And now, it's a little different."
"Yes, what is it?
Throwing the question mark, with an unexpectedly refreshing look, Chrome has been staring at this one.
The brilliance of dwelling in amber eyes doesn't look as fierce a color as it once was when we met, but it also looks somewhere fun.
"You saw it, too. The power of" Obsidian "ah. When you get that strong, you can't just attack with speed."
"... Sure, that was awesome. So is the armor, but so is Mr. Ginka's skill in dealing with it."
"That's the thing. I followed you to the Empire and met Ginka... speed doesn't change what's important to me, but I stopped adhering."
In a refreshing word, I guess there are no lies.
Chrome came after me to the Empire. Oswald, the guardian of the forest, deceived me.
I guess Chrome had a lot going on in the empire, too, as I've known a lot on my long journey. What you just told me is one of them.
"Well, I resent you, don't I? So when we met, we caught on, and no."
"Er... sorry..."
"So don't apologize. What else happened to you?"
"Is that me?
"I'm free until the dough settles down, so you can talk about that. Soon we'll have more company and we'll even be taking you to that Odd Eye Saint, so come on. You've been on an interesting journey, haven't you?
"Uh, well... for now, it's a lie that I went to the Empire, and I was actually in the Republic"
"... Actually, I've noticed a little while ago that you've been fooled."
I mean, he believed it until about a while ago.
Newly known side of her. I thought it was just a little fun time, including the unexpectedly familiar.