The Tale of the Teapot Hero’s Revenge

Us who rode the Toca's Magic Conductor Dragon (Gargoyle) and came back to Pireapolis.

First, report only the resolution of the case to everyone who was waiting at Mr. Claire's house.

Although there were many things to talk about, the discussion was later to be invited to the Grand Temple at Mr. Berna's discretion.

We're all exhausted, and Mr. Claire's house, it's been destroyed.

Everyone was passed into their rooms, and I went to the room where this girl lived with Beato.

Only the Virgin's sister, and Beat's room feels like the princess's room itself.

It's the size of the house I lived in that's going to fit in, and even a balcony dedicated to a bed with a canopy.

... I just don't know if I have much sense of life.

"... in the meantime, why don't you get dressed"

"... eh"

My clothes are covered in blood and oil.

The oil on my body dried quickly, but the clothes are still Vietnamese.

Beat looks like a robe naked, too.

The two of us turned our backs and took off our clothes, and Beato began to change into new clothes.

Mine, for now, I guess from where I wipe my body with a wet towel.

…………

"...,... eh"

Less conversation, but strange and cozy.

You mean happy just to be with Beato, or filled just to be with me?

Looks like I can't do without Beato anymore.

"... Huh?... Huh!?

... What's the matter with you?

I just finished wiping my body and put on my new underwear, and I feel a gaze eating into my back from Beato, who finished dressing one foot at a time.

"... Beat, what's wrong?

Puffing, Beat felt so shocked.

I don't know, keep your mouth shut with both hands. I'm going to cry now.

"Duh, what's going on...? Anything wrong?

I don't want Beato to look like that and talk as gently as possible.

But Beato ran a new pen on parchment with a sad look on his face.

"There's nothing to be done. There's nothing to be done."

Tears in my eyes, that's what he told me.

"Back...... Oh, because Levia killed me so funny."

After being slashed pretty deep, did you burn your wound with flames?

Was it not possible to treat Mr. Laman's medicine so beautifully that it left no scratch marks?

"If Kizu gets blocked, I can't even make it back to Chiyumaho. The rest of this time."

Writing that far, Beato finally cried out.

This kid, you've been trying so hard not to leave scratches on my body the whole time, haven't you?

Oh, shit, this scratch stays all the time.

"Don't cry, Beat"

Hold the trembling little body gently.

"You didn't want to have scratches on my body. So he always treated me like a little scratch."

"... eh... eh"

This kid was always like that.

He used so much magic as to unnecessarily cure any little scratch.

I'm sure this kid is blaming himself right now.

I'm sure you regret so much for letting me bear the scratches of a lifetime in the fight to help myself.

To such a Beato, all I can do......

"Thanks"

"... Huh!

It's cheap, but you're not resting.

So I decided to share my gratitude and honesty.

"My body, thank you for worrying. Thank you for crying for me.... you're back safe and sound, thanks for staying here"

Plumb your fingers through the tears that convey Beato's cheeks, then stare into the blue eyes.

"I love you, Beato"

"... Huh!

Tell them how you feel straight.

Beato slightly blushed and then slightly reddened his cheeks.

I'm not used to saying this, and I'm embarrassed.

Because Beato is more than willing to cry for me.

…… ...... "

'But it's my fault. Mr. Killier's scratch, because of me being exposed.'

But after all, he's still worried about my scratches.

I think I need another voice.

"It's not Beato's fault."

As I tell my little one to hold Beat's body gently again.

"Because this is a sign that I fought of my own free will because I wanted to help Beato. It's a scratch that made me jerk off my ego. So Beat's not bad at all."

I don't know, you convinced me.

I can't believe Beat blames himself for me. I can't stand a lot more scratches on my back.

I want Beato to laugh.

Always healed my heart, with that very cute smile.

"... eh"

But Beato still keeps giving me the look.

Damn, I'm a lousy talker, and I don't know what more to say.

... I don't care if it's not a word.

"... Hey, Beat"

"... Huh?

Calling, lips on the cheek of Beat, who shakes his little neck.

And

Chiu.

I tried to mouth it just to touch it lightly.

"What do you think, my feelings, I guess this conveyed it"

"... Huh!?...... Huh!!?

Oh, my face turned bright red and I began to wobble.

Good, I think you stopped crying.

"………………………………"

Then Beato smiled at me with a very cute chuckle that I wanted to see the most.

Smile so tightly that even this me accidentally loosens my face.

When I was finished dressing and relaxing with Beato, I heard Concon and Knock.

"Who came..."

Beat in his new clothes runs to the door while he says something like that.

By the way, it's Beato's outfit, but it's not particularly different than before.

The back hair tied with the new ribbon pretended to be like the dog's tail, which is still cute.

"... eh"

Shit, when Beato opens Tovira,

"Ooh!

A little elf girl slammed Beat through me.

"Oops."

When he takes the tackle, the kid hugs him with his hands around his hips.

"Hey, it's you!

I nodded my face straight to my stomach and rubbed my rinsed face against it.

"Riff...... Yeah, it's your sister."

I fell asleep with this kid when I got back to Mr. Claire earlier.

At this rate, I guess it feels like I flew away knowing I was back after I woke up.

... Beat, by the way, but it doesn't look like he did it.

Nico is laughing.

"You know, Riff, it was so full. So good luck with that."

"Oh well, he was worried about me. Thanks."

When I gave him his head, Riff grinned.

That time Beat was full of heads because he was exposed, and he couldn't even afford to watch out for Riff.

I might have done something a little unfortunate.

"But how did you figure out our room?

"Well, I brought you here."

That's what I said and came into the room with a big Auga woman, Mr. Grina.

The scratch on Soma, it looks like Mr. Laman's medicine has made you perfectly better.

"Oh, is Riff in the same room as Mr. Grina?"

"That sort of thing. Or I brought someone from the same room."

Mr. Grina points behind herself.

It was Kelfa, a blue-haired, silver-haired, neutral child, hiding behind her old back.

He wants to talk to Killier, too.

"To me...?

Speaking of which, you said it was your fault Beat was exposed.

I was flushing it lightly because Beato was full of heads because he was exposed.

Kerfa, who meets me in the eye, looks away at me casually.

"... what? You got something to say?

"The..."

"Well, such a scary face."

I don't mean to look scared.

This is your normal face, right?

"Tsukaka Kirier, you're oily!

"Huh."

Is it that smelly, me?

I wiped it properly with a wet towel.

Beato was stuck to me perfectly until just now.

"So why don't we all take a bath here and talk about it?

"Bath? Everybody, too, Kelfa? Are you all right?

I don't even know if she's a man or a woman.

"I'm fine. Let's go."

By Mr. Grina, who forcefully partitioned the scene, we were to be taken to the bathroom, disintegrating.