I looked behind one person and saw that I was sitting in the seat, and I sat in the chair.Nothing. Just an incident.I felt sorry for myself.It's a mysterious ghost.

I wonder if there is anything to focus on about sad bus travel.Looking out the window with a sigh of the jam bread.The scenery of a plain city without any aberration is spreading.There are many nobles going.There were many luxurious buildings, and it was possible to grasp at a glance that the wealthy people lived in the prefecture.I don't think there's much harvest here either.Everything is in their hands.How do I survive?Solutions cannot be easily conceived simply because of the phenomenon of occult levels.It's kind of irritating and the cream bread is also nasty.It's delicious. It means you'll eat more meals in just one day.Riding on a scale is the level of war.