The Villainous Daughter does not Dance with the Dragon

They say it snows every few decades in the desert.

After the storm, the white snow softly covers over the sand and hides many lives loosely.

White snow eventually melts pale on the sand. As if nothing existed from the beginning......

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Yen had a foolish dream while he was getting high fever.

When was that winter?

Beautiful, looking out the window like a mother like a girl floated in heat. Slightly cloudy glass windows with thin fingers to ensure vision, but soon the vitreous clouds.

I was there. I think of my father back north... as the head of the Dragon Clan.

"Mother."

"What's up, Yenjay?"

"Let's not go north."

Why, my mother turned blue.

I guess you didn't think your obedient son would disobey you. Yen exclaimed. My father has a full wife, we are not welcome to the Dragon Nation.

Then go down to your ministry and live somewhere in the king's capital... or as a cleric of the national church in Canaan or another land.

What is the only seat available in the National Church as a good idle position for a royal body without a back shield?

The mother exalted herself to her son's suggestion, and cried and cried through his son, but... at the end of the day it broke.

'I really knew. He doesn't love me... you think he's a nasty, stupid woman'

'Isn't that good? We are... human beings, incompatible with your father. I wish I had some kind of psychic powers, but I'm just a person. Father, the Dragon Clan chief won't recognize me as his son. "

Just because you're a dragon tribe doesn't necessarily mean you have strong powers.

Conversely, when humans and dragon tribes mix together, they occasionally produce someone with terrible power, it seems. But unfortunately, the boy had no powers whatsoever. Just like my mother.

I can't, he said.

Even though his gaze alone told him and he had no expectations, not least Yen was hurt, but my mother would have been hurt more.

Because a girl abandoned by her family and by her subordinates was cut off as worthless even by her lover.

The incompetent son could not prove his mother's worth. I was sorry about that, always.

'Let's go to a land no one knows about. It must be easier than here, Mother.' Cause I promise my mother a life without difficulty. '

My mother became a crying expression.

I stopped looking out the window with my mouth saying I was sorry I was a stupid mother and agreed to leave King's Capital with Yen.

'It's all hard work for you. Forgive my stupid mother.'

"There was no hard work or fine dust. My mother gave birth to me. I can only thank you. '

Mother's tone cooled rapidly, in inverse proportion to her appeased son.

Is it true?

"Huh?

'Your words are always beautiful. Is that for real...?

Mother stares at one son and cuts in with a thin voice.

Is it true? Hey, son. Do you really think it's a good thing you were born? Such a... miserable life!

My mother's face becomes a different face.

A priest who admired his sister, Malaya Bayesia. Asem, princess, samurai. The women whisper.

Eventually the man I found out about added to it.

Father, brother-in-law, royalty of Vaza.

... and then to myself at an early age!

The boy scolded looking down at the miserable Yen, who crawled to the ground in an unknown position of dirt.

"What a miserable look"

Shut up.

"Unusual, Weak, Dirty"

Shut up.

'... I wish I was dead enough to live like this!

Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up.

Yen pulls out his long sword and slashes the boy diagonally.

The boy who was shot on the ground had a bloody finger, laughing and pointing to Yen.

'... I know, this is yours...'

"... Ha!

It was New Moon night that I woke up.

(To escape, a new moon would be nice)

I feel the princess's voice whisper and tremble.

No, you're not. There's no princess, no.

I'm not here anymore.

... here, on the contrary, in this world?

(Yes, I'm nowhere else...... neither am I, nor the samurai...)

……

Shake off your hallucinations, breathe deeply to create confusing consciousness, and organize your memories.

Then I looked around carefully.

I reached the oasis and lost my mind. Someone should have been by then. … is this the human house?

Look at the sky, check it's a crescent moon again, and wake yourself up from making no noise from the crude bed you were sleeping in. A small lamp was placed beside her bedside and, relying on that light, Yen quickly changed her clothes and accidentally squatted to the pain in her belly wound.

He's been treated, but he hasn't healed yet, apparently.

I can hear the horse groaning from outside the window.... get your rough breath done. Still, drag your heavy feet.

I don't know the master of this house, but it seemed right to flee without face-to-face. Distracted by the darkness of this crescent moon, even a little, far away.

The house, which seemed crude, was unexpectedly large.

I thought I'd sneak my legs off. Yen stiffens himself to the sound of an open door, gi... if it's poorly built.

Turn away from that slight glare of light, whose pale bands of light leak from the slightly open door illuminate linearly from foot to forehead…, reaching for the door to be invited.

On a moonless evening, lit by the orange on the candlestick was a small statue. Not the god many of Tice believe in.

Dragon and Goddess...... it was the great god of Cardina who stood defenselessly beside it and looked down at Yen.

"Altar..."

I look up flashly.

I look out the window like I was begun to wonder if I had been brought to Canaan, Cardinal territory, and I am relieved that that is probably my fallen idle oasis.

... Tice is free to believe as long as he pays taxes. Maybe it's an old church built by the people of Cardina.

I am appalled that the place where the dying self arrived was, more than anything else, a church that reminded me of my former faith.

(God saves the sons)

I'm dazzled that a passage of the teaching phrase came to my head reflexively.

"... kidding,"

Giri, and bite his teeth. I even regret and hate it, not knowing what it is. No way, are you going to say you saved him?

Why, now!

If God was going to have mercy, not now, but more, before...! Yen turned his heel back and, uh, stopped his leg.

Small statue, but beautifully built. Sell it and it will be a lot of money. There is no more gold in Yen's pocket. I'd have to starve to death if there weren't roadblocks where I ran away.

Then isn't this God's mercy?

(... I didn't know you would even fall for thieves!

When I took the statue in my hand, I heard another hallucination in my head. The voice of my father or my brother? Yen laughed small as he glimpsed the beautiful statue of the god.... blue eyes on golden skin, beautiful appearance.

As if he were the Great God, and few praised Yen. But what would that be?

What if the self that was called the likeness of God..., the self that draws God's blood, falls to the point where it falls?

Wouldn't that be a whispering revenge on God?

No, for you to be in a sky-high place, that won't even be a big pleasure...

"Holy shit! Dolobo!

"Idiot! Killi! Do you have a guy who hits you with a chair, or the chair is broken because of you... hey, you woke up okay! Oh, my God! Kiri, you're alive and you're willing to kill me! Hey."

This is the second time he's heard this voice, and Yen got hit in the back of the head (apparently in a chair) and passed out. In the corner of his sight, he looked down at him, as if the statue of God mocked Yen...

Yen turned back to bed with the wound open and when he finally got up in the morning, there were two unfamiliar people beside him.

The brunette Tuntung-headed little girl apologized the most for opening when she abhorrently swelled her cheeks and threw spit on the floor.

"I'm sorry, I didn't even give you an example of how you got help, because you looked like a murderer stealing a statue of God and fleeing. Come on, I hit you with a chair close by. Ha-ha."

"... Kiri"

Yen looked at her daughter as she pulled her cheek. Ten years old. There, the skinny girl stared at Yen with her amber eyes. My eyes are so bad.

"Thank you for your help, young lady. I've never been hit in a chair by a burglar before in my life!

"If not, what were you doing, you?"

Yen chuckled when he was stared at. Make yourself look beautiful at best.

"I was in love with the statue of God"

"Huh?"

"It's so beautiful, it looks just like me, so I was in love. Is that bad?"

"Ahhh!?

The girl stood up and caught her eyes triangulated.

"Don't be silly! You thief! What a shitty excuse! Thief, this is ridiculous!"

"Fierce, is that a mistake? Lady, you should study."

"Ugh. Yeah! Hey, Ethica, I knew this guy, let's throw it away! In the valley! Buh, buh, buh! Farewell!"

Yen turned that way and blocked his ear.

Wildcat cursing is naive over dirty, annoying.

A young man who was a girl laughs bitterly.

"Kiri, you're handicapping your guests, aren't you? Be quiet in the hospital room."

"Because, etika!

Kiri pointed her mouth, but as a man called Etica pleads, becomes? When I said, I reluctantly said, "Water, bring it," and left the room.

"I'm a mouthless daughter, that's bad. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Are you okay with your head? He's violent."

"No..."

Yen briefly observes the man who answers the question, wondering if he can make the attempted murder abusive.

The young man also had dark hair.

A man with dark hair, black eyes, tall but slight, and glasses with a soft look on his face.

My daughter and I don't look alike, but are they brothers and sisters? And I look at my fingers like I'm going to explore because I wanted to know if I was going to handle a sword.

The man's finger is at least slightly powerless, making sure it doesn't belong to the swordsman.

"I'm Ethica. For once, I'm keeping the church here on my behalf. What about you?"

"... Yen"

In silence by name, Ethica brought me Yen's belongings while smiling bitterly. Torn clothes are also beautifully repaired. Some swords are no longer useful.

Then, Ethica briefly explains where we are.

For a long time, western Tice had immigrants from Cardina in the hundreds. They say this is a church built by those immigrants.

Now they can't even call a cleric from Canaan, but a few residents living in a small group of oases dotted around here are taking care of them. And only he and Kiri live in this little oasis, right?

"The clergyman's grandfather died, and there's no substitute clergyman here. That's why I'm acting."

"... took care of the danger"

"Don't worry about it. It's only natural to entertain guests."

To thank you, Ethica smiles painfully.

It's not Cardina's fashion, it's Tice's tradition to "entertain guests". Even if you practise Cardina religion, in the end, I guess the contents of this man are Tis.

But...... Yen saw the man again.

Skin is white to break with the Tis, this man is also an immigrant from Cardina, a descendant of, I'm sure.

"Hold on, you lived a lot! I didn't know if I could do it anymore, but I had to push it in because Halawatta was out, and I managed to sew it up, and I was out."

"... ugh, ugh"

I hope you don't say such subtleties in such a fascinating way. I unintentionally imagine it, holding my mouth down and enduring the nausea that strikes me.

Ethica advised Yen to lie down while smiling bitterly.

"The wound seems to be healing fast, but you were dying. Now you better get some rest."

"No, if you take the night off, tomorrow."

I can hold onto my shoulder trying to wake myself with a strong force besides my thoughts.

"I can't. Don't crude the life you saved because of it. I don't know what you're running from, but there are regular sandstorms outside for the next month. You can't go anywhere, and you can't come from anywhere."

"Sandstorm...?

"So. the weather around here is unstable and there will be sandstorms in the coming month. Horses fly in the sky with the power of the wind when it's bad. If your chaser's a Westerner, he's not stupid enough to come looking for you at a time like this."

Not so familiar with the desert climate, Yen tilted his neck and then closed his eyes to a sleeper suddenly attacking him.

A fragrance drifting from somewhere takes away the power of thought.

"What... incense..."

"Kiri!"

The door opens and my earlier daughter comes in with a incense furnace. My daughter put the water on her side and the old incense furnace on Yen's side like she was proud to win.

"Don't even dream about it. You can sleep. Your body might be torn apart by me when I wake up!

"... eh"

My whole body goes relaxed without a while to resist what's in the incense furnace trying to stuff me with a fucking kid.

A man called Ethica sighed and pressed Yen's shoulder while avoiding smoke. Smile with a slight look.

"Maybe I should do that now. Don't worry, there's no danger here."

Such a convenient word, I don't believe.

He grabs the hand he stretches out to fight and puts it back over his chest.

"May you have a good dream"

With Ethica's words signaled, Yen's consciousness also drifted a wave of chaos and nightmares.

◆ ◆ ◆

He said the man's name was Etica and his daughter's name was Kiri.

Etica is a descendant of immigrants from Cardina, but Kiri is not. They're not brothers and sisters.

He explained that his parents went down in the oasis and that Ethica was looking after him.

In the end, Yen fainted again all day and night, and it was only after about half a month that he finally got up.

So far, the chaser doesn't show up.

Rumors of the wind led to the assassination of his former husband in a conspiracy against his men. If that rumor is true, maybe the chaser is gone.

The side of the weak princess floats, wondering who killed her.

I hate my brother, did she say that?

No, that power would no longer have been left in that wimpy woman. The earliest irrelevance......

By the time my physical defects were almost gone after about two months, I was just as careful about wasting rice to do the chores.

I haven't been able to decide where I'm going or what I'm going to do.

As he sighed, Yen cut the long stretched golden hair borrowed from Ethica with a bass at the base of his shoulder.

My daughter, like a wildcat, gave a glimpse of her face as she thought about what to do with the remaining inconsistent hair.

"Hair! I cut it."

'Cause it's hot.

Is Kiri a rare guest reminiscent of a black wildcat, when Yen wakes up and after a month, he starts to shrink his distance, albeit vigilantly. She, unfortunately, picks her chopped hair.

"I guess it's because we crossed the desert, it's hurting. It's a good color if it's not damaged, so I sold it."

"Can you sell your hair?

"Yeah, because the rich make it look good. I sold it, too."

Kiri's black hair is exceptionally short as a woman. They sold what used to be up to their hips to nearby oasis cities.

"... should I have gone for sale?

Yen looked seriously at the chopped blonde hair.

Few blondes are also in the West, a crucible of race, but pure honey-like hair would be rare, so it might have sold at a high price. "I can't do it if I'm only hurting you," Kiri said, seriously sorry that I did something wrong.

"Sell it, what did you do?

"Yeah? Repair of broken windows in church. Ethica doesn't have any money, but without a window, the church's gonna be hurt, right? Ethica was mad at me for cutting her hair, but I forced her to fix the window. Otherwise, the church he cares about won't work."

"Oh."

Yen remembered the good faces of the Ethican people.

Apparently, the former cleric was also a doctor, like his apprentice, and he practises medicine even though he is awkward. Yen caressed the ugly wound on her belly sewn unconsciously.

Sometimes they call me to a neighboring settlement to treat me, but anyway, they reluctantly pay for my treatment.

Kiri wrinkles between her brows.

"How poor you were, and you should be able to pay for a little bit of it, those guys too. But Ethica's a good person, so even if she gets trampled down, she'll just smile and forgive her. I'll go get it later!

"I see you're going to be an excellent installer, Kiri"

"Mmm! If you don't have any money, I'm taking something else away! Meat and stuff."

Ten years old or their daughters stretched their breasts, and Yen snorted slightly but nodded. I want my ears as a person who clings to the goodness of an Ethican and is spoiled for about the status of wasting rice.

Yen has been running horses to the desert from time to time and hunting sand lizards ever since he managed to get up thinking he was grateful for a meal.

Lizards break bones for judgment, but they taste a lot like chicken, and yes leather can be sold for a good price.

When I was able to buy salt with gold that sold leather to make meat for preservation, the church dinner became slightly more luxurious, and the festive kiri returned the bare hands and stopped calling Yen a thief. He's a good guy because he gives me meat.

It is a cash cat.

"But you get tired of all the lizard meat... No. You want to go sell it? I wonder if I can buy as much food. I get chicken and vegetables every once in a while, I want soup. And booze."

"I had soft bread. Go! Do you want to sell your hair? Do you want me to run away?

The two of us put our thoughts on gastronomy and sigh slightly.

Even though I thought there had been a relationship struggle before, clothing and living were guaranteed more than I had been hired as a knight.

I felt sorry for myself for the first time that this was really painful to suffer from hunger in my first experience.

When we were both hungry, Ethica came back from her practice destination.

He looked at Yen's hair and was surprised, telling him that he had cut it because it was hot, and he said it was inappropriate.

"Shall I fix it?

"You can do it?

"I'm fixing her hair, too. No problem."

The clergyman began cutting Yen's hair with a gesture he was accustomed to when Yen handed him a gesture while remembering some anxiety.

"How long do we hang up?

"As short as possible"

Ethica's job would have been quick if she had felt the metal cold on her neck and done poppy.

"Ho, you can do it!

If you look in the mirror, you'll have eyes for yourself with your hair cut short. Because I lost a little weight and the outline got sharp corners, or it was like someone else.

Yen asked if he could get the rest of the hair powder that his predecessor's cleric, who said he was a spiller, was using when he looked up at Ethica.

Dye your shortened hair black and it will dramatically reduce the elements that remind you of Cardina. I observe myself sarcastically in the mirror thinking that you are an interesting object with one hair color.

I look nothing like my father.

"Why don't you dye your hair? You're not gonna sell it."

Kiri looks up to Yen and asks. Yen put his arms together and laughed viciously at best.

"I'm a thief and a fugitive. He's in disguise."

"Heh - a disguise. Ah. Ah! I have a good one. Stay!"

Kiri pulled into the church and immediately came out.

They give me a black cloth as a "disguise prop"...... Yen laughs unexpectedly. You can only see one eye with an old eyelid, a westerner with dark hair, watery eyes and brown skin if you cover it with golden eyes.

Kiri is more pleased with this than he is for some reason.

"Something, you want to steal wild! He's handsome!"

"... bandits"

Ethica also chased Yen, who has somewhat complicated feelings about unexpected evaluations.

"I get it! Kiri. Nanka Yen sounds like a villain! You've evolved from a suitably suited, scurvy Taoist son to an opposition protégé, you!

"Yeah, yeah, it's definitely better that way, like a scoundrel."

Daoist son. Bad guy. Robbers.

To the scattered assessment Yen tongued and bent the distance from the two of them.

"Shut up. What's a burglar? Where are these good bandits!

"Why are you so bent, I complimented you!

"Shut up, cat girl! Don't eat lizard meat for a while."

"Eh! Asshole!

"I'm the one who hunted."

Ethica is watching over Yen as she shivers her shoulders, even as she makes her twitching kiri dangerous.

The first season in the small oasis of the desert passed that way.

The small church, built in the oasis inhabited by Ethica and Kili, was home to numerous belongings of its predecessors.

Fifty books were also likely theological books, many of which were written in Cardinian.

The cleric who was here must have been a learned man, I presumed. Ethica regularly lacks worship in God, but the wording she chants in was Cardinian, which is both pronounced and grammatically correct.

His Cardinian for being knocked into by a cleric was almost, perfectly. But the amazing thing is...

"Can't read the letters? What about you?

"Mmm, most of it."

When he hears with wonder that Ethica, who looks like a devout national church man, does not lay his hands on the theological book, he reveals his reasons without feeling it.

"Not because it's Cardinian, I can't even read Tice's words. The letter looks like a blemish. I know the numbers."

"What a surprise."

Ever since I was a kid, when I saw the letters, I could barely read them because they seemed like the lines were dancing. But as far as Yen can tell, he's not staring at the teaching phrase.

"How could I remember if I couldn't read the letters"

"Hmm? Teachings? My predecessor read it to me by ear. I don't know if it's a substitute for not being able to read. I just need my memory."

That's not a level story of good memory.

Yen passed by surprise at Ethica saying that she would not forget most of the wording once she heard it. People with bullshit powers are what's in the world.

Surprisingly Yen, Ethica's fingers move up and down to mercy the back cover of a book her predecessor left behind.

"My grandfather passed away so badly that I couldn't know what was going on. That's too bad."

Since Etica is rare and small and blurry, Yen took up the book he had in his hands in vain. Etica, as usual, has mild eyes, looking at another book so she can scorch.

"There may be a clue in the book to untie God's will. I can't reach it, so it's a little weird."

Yen glanced.

... There are such believers who purely believe in God in a land far from the Church of the Nation. I'm sure if you go to the King's Capital in Cardina, these books will just adorn the bookcase of the high priest, and the owner will be dawning in enjoyment and power struggle.

Yen's mind has moved away from doctrine at the earliest, but he mouths his pure feelings as a boy, feeling slightly dug up by Ethica's modest fever, pounding.

I'll read it.

"Huh?"

"I'm half Cardinian and I know what Cardina says. I can't think of anything else I can give you back without taking care of you, and if you want, why don't we read it?

Ethica looked at Yen hesitantly.

"Well... I'm glad, but you don't like talking about the Great God, do you? If you're reading it out, isn't it hard?

Yen laughed.

Maybe Ethica felt so much that Yen was from Cardina, and yet she didn't tell her to read the book because of the emotions of her residence.

Before that, I guess I didn't even think about forcing Yen to do it because of my desires.

"Fool's Favorite"

Yen opens the book as he heartily agrees with Kiri's assessment.

"For me, the description in this book is just a letter at the earliest. I guess not to you, huh? … I'll read it, whenever"

Ethica narrowed her eyes, glad to hear it.

Then for a few months, Yen lived a life of doing chores in Oasis Jr., reading books as Ethica was asked in her spare time.

Occasionally Kiri also shows up and complains that she's bored because she doesn't understand Cardina, while taking a nap next to Ethica. I think you look more and more like a cat.

One day, Ethica stood in tea to Yen, who, as usual, was reading out the book, wondering if she could take a breather.

Kiri is out today to get some food for a nearby oasis, just the two of us. Yen drops his eyes on the book as he looks at Ethica's back and glances at the passage with his finger.

'Take the dark road, and go. Darker, narrower roads...'

I look up at Ethica, who slowly returned wondering where his walking path was now, and speak Cardinian.

The physical defects in what Ethica says herself are not the only things that cannot be read.

He has bad legs.

I heard that I have no problem with walking, but I'm tired, and I can't run at all.

I don't show you how to mourn that...

Yen heard.

"I can't read the letters, but your Cardinian is perfect, I'm impressed"

"Because the priest only spoke Cardinian. I learned it with the intention of dying. Yen originally only spoke Cardinian, didn't he? And yet you're not uncomfortable with Tice's words, you're amazing. '

Phew, exhale.

Yen has been a well-known tutor in the country since he was a child and was raised in a privileged environment. So I can just handle multiple words without difficulty. It's not my own effort.

"Are you from the North? You."

I shake my head at a phrase that got lost when I was told in a public tone.

'... no, not really. Born in the capital of the king of Cardina. At its center, a lonely room in the royal palace is where I (...) was born. Maybe.'

"The Royal Palace?"

Yen raised one hand and saw the cleric surrogate.

Ethica reacts tingly to correct her posture. Raising one hand is a signal in the National Church. He wants to make a confession.

'... can I talk to the public? Cleric surrogate which?

…… Go ahead. '

"I was born in the royal palace of Cardina. His mother was the bastard of King Cardina a few generations ago, and his father... was the head of the Dragon Nation '

Ethica is silent.

"I'm not an official wife. The man who visited the royal palace offended my mother at random and... screwed up. On the brink of something, I was born by mistake. Mother is a fool. I was desperate to hang on to my father without any shards of love."

She only saw my father. And he was lightly abandoned and let go of his life without hesitation. There is nothing left to look at about my son.

"I regret it"

"What?

'Cling to my feet. But I should have corrected my mother's error. He told me not to leave my heart behind such a lowly man. I should have told him the truth that he (...) is a woman (...) and he (...) doesn't know.... No, that's arrogant. I should have stayed down and wished. Forget my father, wish me the happiness you should grasp,... and forget about me.'

……

'That way, she might still have been alive. Then......, one more thing, I regret'

"Regret?"

"I glanced at the mother's body like I saw something dirty, that man..."

Yen closed his eyes.

Every time I remember a beautiful man with a look very similar to myself, who burned behind his lid, I swallow feelings like a blazing fire.

The Dragons cannot die from themselves. Absolutely.

It's instinctively impossible.

So, his father shunned his poor mother, who proved to be a man because of his own death, as dirty.

'Kill me, I should have done it. For example, whether it was a hit or a kill afterwards... I should have scratched my throat and sent him to my mother's side... If you can't do that, you should have cried and called and stuffed that man as you wish, without pretending to be a smart kid who figured things out. If you're a piece of junk, if you're the murderer who killed my mother, then at least you're dead too, and yes... I wish I had wasted it and raped you.'

I really wanted to, but I didn't without forgiving myself for the inferior pride disturbing me. Yen opens her eyes as she mocks herself for her childish sentiments.

There was no pity in Ethica's gaze at it back. I'm just quietly moaning.

'I don't know now, but it was the Governor of Canaan who was after me. King Cardina is killing one handicapped compatriot after another.... so you stupidly wanted to return the stupid abandoned son who escaped the dragon tribe's asylum to the King's Capital as a souvenir'

I don't know if King Cardina would be happy with Yen's neck, but the Governor of Canaan stepped at least when his neck bought the king's pleasure.

Hopefully that was all worth it, Yen laid his eyes down and asked for Etika in the front.

I don't know why I talked about it, but regret strikes me when I say something shallow. No matter how foolish Ethica is, living under such troublesome circumstances as Yen would be intrusive.

"The public talk is over... sorry to keep quiet"

When I thought I did something stupid, I heard a quiet voice from Ethica.

'There's something I don't want to tell anyone. There's nothing you can do to apologize, Yen.'

……

"Your mother will regret it in heaven. That I wounded your heart."

"He wasn't like that."

'Right. But I hope so... I believe you.'

Gently laughing at Yen, who pulled his lips off, Ethica stood up. I heard a flashy noise on the front door and found out Kiri was back. Ethica urges me to go very naturally.

"I think it's time for noon. The Kiri one, I wonder if I can be a little more sober..."

Yen was puzzled and asked unexpectedly because the blurry Ethica side is so normal.

"Why don't you tell me to leave?"

Ethica rounds her eyes.

"... why?

"Whatever the fuck... whatever you think is gonna be a pain in the ass. I am. If anyone comes after me."

"Yen doesn't like it here? I'd be glad to have you and me."

"... I don't hate it though"

"Well, stay. Until I don't like it."

Forgive me, let's go, and I'm flabbergasted with a small thrust on my shoulder. Ethica urged Yen to stand up again.

"When the chaser gets here, you can run, the three of us. Oh, I'm a horse because I can't run. It's a horse because it's small."

"... what am I gonna do?"

Ethica had nothing to worry about, she ran out with a bright face.

"Run, young man. You're good at it, right?"

"What? Young people... wouldn't be that different. How old are you in the first place?"

"Hmm? It's over thirty."

What, and Yen was surprised. I thought you were exactly the same age, but you were older than five!

You'll be seen young, me and Yen have fallen apart in the twitchy, easy-going glasses.

"... I didn't think you were that old"

"If you find out, you'll have enough of me."

"In the future, should I use respectful language or something?

"Stop, you creep!

Something's wrong with my goosebumps. When they looked at each other, they erupted at the same time.

"Ta-da well!

I came running in, and I looked at the two Kiri shaking her shoulders, and I said, "What are you laughing at!" and become grumpy with neglect.

This black cat doesn't like being out of company.

It's nothing. Ethica disappears into the kitchen to make lunch, and the chili swells.

Yen also groans, "Really, it's no big deal," and squeaks and squeaks Kiri's cat hair stretched out to her shoulders.... Kiri's hair is soft and comfortable as usual. Quit kidding me! And whilst complaining, I hug Yen sweetly on her hips.

Since Yen reached this desert, little oasis. Finally, six months were about to pass.