The strongest swordsman was disappointed with the world's too low level and reincarnated into another world.

I was on my way to the dining room after the bath.

After the cretta came up, it was in there for a while, but I put it up a little bit. That is why they are heading to the dining room in search of water.

"Yeah?"

"Oh...?

When I got to the dining room, something in my eye came in.

That's the presence of Mr. Cannon leaning the glass in the dining room.

"... Also, is it booze?

"Huh? No, because this is water!

"Water? What..."

I thought you were definitely drinking again, but he's not.

Mr. Kanon and the glass were equals, and the more it connected to booze, the more I could imagine. But this only seemed to be my evil guess.

"Excuse me. It just looked like booze..."

"Well, you can't help but think so. I did that..."

To my words, Mr. Cannon is a little depressed.

Apparently, you're looking back at what you've done. To the boulder, I guess I'm reflecting.

"... By the way, Slade, why are you here?

"Oh, I want some water..."

"Yes, you were with me... wait a minute"

Mr. Cannon grabbed the glass and pot that was nearby and put the water in for me.

I slowly approach Mr. Cannon's side.

"Yes."

"Thank you"

From Mr. Cannon, he receives a glass and drinks it all at once.

Cold water stains my throat. Sometimes I take a bath, does it work better than usual?

"After all, cold water is delicious."

"Yeah, right..."

"Hehe...... for now, why don't you sit down?

"Ah, yes..."

Mr. Cannon urged me to sit in my chair.

Drink the water, I was going to go home, but if I was called off, I had no choice.

I don't want to sleep, so there won't be any particular problem.

"Well, drink some water..."

"Oh, thank you......"

Mr. Cannon puts water in my open glass.

That's like when we're going ahead with booze.

"Thank you, Slade, for all your help..."

"Huh?"

"Really, thank you for saving me. I can't thank you enough..."

"No, no..."

So, suddenly, Mr. Cannon offered his thanks.

I'm a little surprised because I didn't think they'd say that again here.

"I'm really glad to be with her again..."

"That kid? Are you talking about Faraes?

"Yes, it is."

Mr. Cannon seems very happy to be back with Faraes.

Speaking of which, I haven't heard more about Mr. Cannon's thoughts on Faraes since his illness healed. Wouldn't it be a good opportunity to ask that?

Somehow, I feel like Mr. Cannon wants that, too.

"What does Mr. Cannon think of Faraes?

"Well... you think of her like a sister."

Mr. Cannon even answered my question.

After all, he seemed to want me to ask this question.

"Faraes is such a cute, really good kid..."

"Yeah..."

"I used to be pointy, but it's getting sweeter and sweeter and that's where I can't wait to be cute again..."

Gradually, Mr. Cannon heats up.

At first I thought I was someone who felt calm about this guy. But not at all now.

Mr. Cannon likes to talk to me for a living. I guess this one is the essence just because I was sick and couldn't do anything. Quite, he says amazing things, he does amazing things, and he's surprisingly funny.

"And you're so big..."

"Big?"

"Yeah, look, breasts and stuff"

……

So, Mr. Cannon has said that.

Apparently, words about Faraes' breasts.

There is a lot of this topic today for some reason. It's called Cretta, what the hell is wrong with you?

"Yeah?"

"Huh?"

When I was thinking about it, Mr. Cannon raised a question.

I'll look back and follow that gaze.

"Whoa..."

"Mr. Cannon, Slade......"

Then there was Faraes.

I don't know why, but I think I'm in the dining room.

I was just talking about Faraes, so I might just call it timing.

"Faraes? What's wrong?

"Ah, yes. When I went to Slade's room, I thought there was nobody there and still maybe even water to drink..."

"I see..."

Talking about Faraes, I generally understand.

I was supposed to sleep separately, but Faraes got lonely, and I guess he came to my room. That's where I was, and here I am. Perhaps it should be that kind of flow.

"So how did you two...?

"If I was drinking water, Slade, you'd come. We were just talking a little bit."

"Were you..."

Hearing what Mr. Cannon said, Faraes sat next to me.

Kind of an atmosphere where the conversation is going to continue. I was hoping to get back to my room, but that might not be possible.

"Earlier, I heard what your breasts were like, are you out of your mind?

"Huh...?

So, such a question was thrown at Mr. Cannon by Faraes.

Apparently, he was only listening a little. Besides, he seemed to have heard it from the most useless place.

Mr. Cannon starts to look like that.

"Yes, no, it's not..."

"No?"

"However, Faraes has grown..."

You were frightened by Faraes' gaze, that's what Mr. Cannon shrugged.

To that, Faraes exhales a little.

"Oh, is that the topic again?

"No, this is just celebrating growth, it doesn't mean anything weird."

"Really?"

To Mr Cannon's words, Faraes replies briefly.

I don't know if you're angry or frightened, but I know it's not a good reaction.

Mr. Cannon had a lot on Faraes earlier, so I guess he suspects it. To boulders, you might want to follow them.

"Faraes, Mr. Cannon said before that, Faraes was like a sister."

"Huh?"

"So it shouldn't be a lie to be celebrating growth either"

"Oh yeah..."

To my words, Faraes blushes.

You must be glad that Mr. Cannon told you he was his sister. What I love so much about Mr. Cannon is Faraes.

"Oh, yes, Faraes is my pretty little sister, you think?

Mr. Cannon stood fast against Faraes.

I'm kind of familiar with it, so I guess it's been this for a long time.

"Mr. Cannon..."

Faraes, who will forgive me for this, may also be used to it.

"Well, it's time to go to sleep."

So, Mr. Cannon forcefully misses the point.

But the words were gratifying. Now I can finally get back to my room.

"Oh, Mr. Cannon, then why don't you sleep in the bed with me?

"Huh?"

"It was originally because drunkenness is dangerous, but it seems to be okay now..."

Faraes made such a suggestion to Mr. Cannon, who stood up to go back to his room.

He doesn't care if you were better off with the words earlier or why drunkards are dangerous.

"Well, okay... in this year, fellow..."

Mr Cannon accepted Faraes' proposal.

That's why the three of us are going to sleep today. I haven't been asked, but it's probably already been confirmed. Faraes came to my room.

Thus, the meeting in the dining room ended.