"I'm hungry. Surviving the Black Historic Islands again."
Ray said that as he rolled down the floor with a gobble.
After two hours of punishment a day, he is incarcerated all the way from there.
In this case, the unexpected made my master angry.
So it is now.
"Damn, looks like you and him are the same."
Such a voice can be hung to Ray, who was rolling around in his spare time with a gobble.
It's a man's voice.
If you look at the voices, the space was distorted and there were black holes.
From there, a grey-haired young man appeared.
"Ah, Mr. Perverted Demon."
"Who's a pervert?
So, where is he?
"Didn't you see him?
Then I won't see you.
Mr. Ed is still on his way to his master. "
"... I was surprised when I heard you had contact with that fake Will."
"Hearing that, I've come this far," he said.
Isn't that why your master hates you the most because you're so sticky?
Ed the Stalker Demon. "
"I'm starting to say, kid.
And you're not a stalker. You can't act like an accessory in the first place. "
So Ray woke up and looked at Ed.
And go on.
"In the meantime, I'm hungry, so please treat me."
"Because if you spoil it, it'll come up, kid."
While smiling bitterly, Ed gives Ray the sweets he brought with him just in case.
"Or something like that. That's a treat to feed your master, right?
Thank you. "
Throw the chocolate treat in your mouth and Ray often savors its sweetness.
"If I can't see you anyway, can you?
Let me hear something funny in your spare time. "
"Interesting story, is it?
Hmm????
"There's about one thing."
"Oh, let's talk about a girl who did the same thing to Mr. Ed. What if?
"Same thing as me?
"That's right. A confession of love that Ed loves to make a master of his young days.
I have a girl who made the exact same confession as that.
If Ed was a girl, he might have lost his master. "
"... which confession are you talking about?
And I still love him. "
I have too many thoughts to see.
"Isn't it love that's so empty it's going to be dumped on raw garbage day?
Damn. Why don't you make it a little more light than heavy love.
It's that story. It was when Mr. Ed pushed down his master, horseback riding, and took his lips and confessed. "
"Uh, is that it? It was a shame.
I could have dropped it almost, but the fake ran away. Come on.
But that woman is promising in the future!
"Don't you have more sweets?
I'll tell you about my friend who has an extra dark, annoying personality. "
"I don't care if I say darkness, there's no such thing as a guy with darkness as your master"
With that said, Ed gives Ray every box of cookies that Ray's master serves his favorite central continent famous confectionery maker.
"Well, that guy is certainly loved by his family compared to his master, and he's a talented enough person to normally be a hero.
The birth sucks, though.
Yeah, that's not Mr. Ed's preference.
I don't know, it's fun to give up on yourself so vividly, cut it off, live inert for the first time. "
"Hero? Oh, I see. I mean, is that what he's sacrificing this time?"
"Yeah, well, that's the thing"
"And yet, what makes you so close to your family that your birth sucks?
"Mm-hmm. He's dead once.
So, I was resurrected with my father's ego, and to this day.
It was the master who bit that resuscitation. "
"Ooh, did you touch the contraindication?
It's unusual for your master.
What do you mean, you've got a lot of plans?
"Um, it wasn't resuscitation that made my plans crazy, but rather a recent encounter.
Not if it's a blue bird, because I picked up a white dragon. "
White dragon, Ed's expression on the word was a hella smile until then, which suddenly turns into something serious.
"White?
Cultivated or natural?
"It's not eel or salmon.
In my opinion, it's wild.
The artificially inseminated one is an improved breed to reduce the danger, so it should be less aggressive or somewhat contained, Gonske, but the white dragon can normally throw up flames.
If Chris could just look at me, I'm sure he would have figured it out, but he doesn't like to get in trouble. "
But Chris can be the type of person who ends up getting involved because people are good.
A good example would be the terrorist attack on the King's Capital the other day.
It would be a master, but it is a virtue of Chris that he would be a disciple, but he would not be able to say no if asked.
And Ray took it personally.
(No, that's the part that looks like Mr. Chris the Tetsu one.
Kind of a friend, huh)
Ray cheeks another cookie as he thinks about it.
And when the sugar was replenished, his brain miso began to make plans about his next flirtation.
Now let's go with plain eyes so we don't find out.
Anyway, there's still a scenario written to make Tetsu a hero, because there's still that event.
(Even for me, it's a little bit that such an interesting one just gets consumed.
It's bad for my master, but even after the scenario, my life goes on.
and)
Ray remembers when he read Tetsu's memory.
And I shrugged, remembering that feeling in my brain with speculation and certainty.
"Maybe, Master, you haven't noticed about me, have you?
That's when I look forward to it.
And when that time comes, maybe Tetsu will sink into despair this time.
Then, by then, you'll be happy to make some funny memories.
Maybe it's a favor.
Still, it's fun, because it lightens despair.
"What are you talking about?
Ed looks at Ray in surprise.
"I'm talking about this one. Never mind."