Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

Night bedroom.

Just like the thousands of nights we've been through, Ange and I are getting dressed in our pajamas and trying to stick to our bunks together.

"Looks like it's gonna be fine tomorrow."

"Really?

"Yeah."

I nodded and looked out the window.

Heavy rain about a step in front of the storm is smashing windows.

There are no signs that the rain will stop, but that's the day before the feeling of the air touching my skin clears up.

If this feels like it, there's almost a 100% chance it'll clear up.

"Well, I'm going out with Master Calamity."

"Yeah, I'm at the mansion, so come and get me if anything happens"

"Yes!"

I go up to bed with Ange smiling with the dust and try to turn off the lights.

That's when the door was knocked.

Quiet, but modest, Knock feeling sorry.

"Who?"

"Sorry about the rest of the day."

"Amelia? Come on."

Amelia came into the bedroom with permission.

Me and Ange are dressed in pyjamas, while Amelia is still dressed as a maid - dressed to work.

"What's going on?

"I just came in to report that there was something caught in your husband's statue of God"

"... a god of creation?

"It seems exactly the same as before, so perhaps. Sorry about the rest of the day."

"Yeah, you kept me well informed. So now..."

I almost said it, and I remembered my outfit, so I swallowed the words that came out to my throat.

"- Only more personnel to monitor tonight, just in case. I'll check it out after tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

Amelia walked out of the room.

After I dropped it off, I turned around and put my hand knife up against Ange, who was out of hand on the bed.

"I'm sorry, Ange, leave me alone."

"Yeah. Are you doing better than that? You don't have to go right away."

"Because I believe in Amelia's judgment."

"Amelia's judgment?

"I don't have a problem with it because it's always the same, but I let them know because they're the other guy. That's what Amelia did at this hour."

"I see!"

"So it's okay"

"Yes!"

Ange nodded with Nico's face.

I saw Ange like that, and I saw the door where Amelia left.

"What is it, Master Alec?

"... I need to talk to Ange for a second, okay?"

"Yes, what is it?

Ange sat upright on the bed and became a system of living correctly and listening.

"I'm going to move."

"Moving...?

"Yeah. To our new home."

"This mansion is still new too, isn't it?

Strange Ange.

She's right. The mansion I set up after I moved over to Avalon and the Avalon thing came to a close is still new.

"Yeah, but I don't know what this place is, it's an image of where you work. In me."

"Yes! I work at the Mansion. Dear Alec, I look good whenever I see it"

"Thanks. Even now, if it hadn't been in my eyes to change into a pyjama, I'd almost go to the crime scene and tell them to check it out right away. So I thought I should move into a new home for the night off, completely disconnected from work -"

"I see!"

I don't know.

"Yes! I am so excited about my new home with Master Alec!

"Oh well."

Glad to see Ange, who is innocently happy, this one stumbles down my eyeballs.

"Dear Alec! What kind of home would you like?

"Um, what would Ange like?

"Is that me?

"Yeah. I'd like to hear what Ange would like first"

"Right...... oh wait a minute!

Ange jumped out of bed and even left the room intact.

Sometimes I wait wondering what's going on.

Ange came back with a large piece of paper.

"Thank you for waiting, Master Alec."

"What's that?

"I wrote my home with Master Alec"

"Which one?

I glance at the paper Ange offered me.

It was a floor plan for the house.

"That's an interesting structure, it's full of rooms... radial? I wonder if they're positioned in concept."

"Yes!"

"There's plenty of room, but which one is Ange's room with me?

"This is my room."

Ange pointed to one room above the drawing.

Radially positioned, loosely in the central living room? Right, the living room? Making that surrounds it.

Ange pointed to one of them.

"I knew it was there."

"Yes! I'm here"

"Oh well... me?

Two, Ange's words caught on.

I'll trace my memories - yeah, Ange said "I am" earlier.

Could...

"Is my room different?

"Yes! Master Alec, go wherever you like. In the mood of that day, decide whose (,) place you want to go."

Ange explains it with a nickel and a full grin.

So I get it, Ange has written this is "The Back Palace".

This room, one by one, is for Ange and the other side rooms we haven't seen yet.

And I don't have my room, I want to stay in my daughter's room, the building of intent.

"When did you think of this?

"My sister told me that someone was doing this."

"I see."

Authentic wife to control the side chamber.

I've heard that story from Eliza, and Eliza told Ange.

"What do you say, Master Alec?"

"If this is what Ange wants, I think it's good for me, but I wonder if it's actually comfortable to use."

"Speaking of which, what do you think..."

"Hmm."

I thought for a moment and gently touched on the schematics that Ange had written.

Use magic and convert matter.

Then the paper changes shape as if looking at it.

It grew as if the plant had grown and it had been fast-forwarded (reshaped).

The paper became like a miniature house, a toy house.

"Wow..."

"It's a model based on Ange's diagram."

"Yes! Ah, this"

"Hmm?"

"The doors in the room are out of the way."

"Really."

"You can't make this."

"Why don't you rewrite it?"

Touch the model of the house and use the magic of material conversion even more.

Reverse the model to paper.

The model until just before turned into white paper with nothing written on it.

There, do even more magic.

"Dear Alec, what's the magic now?

Ange is also well aware of the material conversion to be put back on paper, but I've never seen the magic done since, so I've been wondering and asking.

"There's a picture book that pops up."

"Yes, it's a picture book that pops out of paper and characters when you open it, right?"

"I did magic similar to that. The magic of having a floor plan written on this paper become our model just now on its own. For example."

I painted on paper.

It's a simple house with a pointed roof that even kids wear.

Shortly after I finished writing, translucent footage emerged on the paper.

"Like this"

"Wow..."

Ange let her eyes shine.

"And... like this"

Next to a painting written on paper, I added a small room that felt stuck together.

Then, in real time, a small room was added to the raised footage as well.

"Wow!"

"Now I'll write it down and fine-tune it."

"Yes!"

Ange snorts with a smile.

I erase the painting I wrote, like an awkward digging shed, and give the pen to Ange.

"I figured I should just make Ange's room a little bigger than the rest"

"Really? So... like this?

"Or the same size, but differentiated by placement and direction"

"How about this?

In the course of the interaction, the night grows late.

We forgot to go to bed and were immersed in the design of our new home.