VRMMO no Shien Shokunin ～Top Player no Shikakenin～

"... what do you say?

"Hmm."

Siesta presses with both hands to make sure she feels it before burying her face.

The place is a stop tree home that exists in the agricultural district, with Mr. Pastral watching over it by the side.

"That's right. Senior knee pillows out of a hundred."

"Yes? Uh...?

Mr. Pastral sends his gaze over here with a troubled face.

I nodded silently as the kids ran through the butterflies and behind me cheering.

Just ask him to the end, with the meaning.

Did that tell you, Mr. Pastral encourages you to go ahead while you're confused?

"says Mr. Hynd's knee pillow is full of 100 points?

"Is it about sixty points? Fair enough? Better than before."

This, by the way, is an evaluation of the prototype of the new futon.

It was improved jointly by Mr. Pastral and me using materials that could be used in cloth products obtained by today.

I put my hand on my chin so that Mr. Pastral could think of a hard evaluation by Siesta.

I speak to Siesta, who is still checking the feel of the futon.

"Pretty tough, huh?

"That's right, seniors. Futon, right? And it's me, isn't it?

"... I'm oddly persuasive that you haven't said anything specific"

I have Siesta logged in early tonight to discuss improvements to the futon.

And I'm sincerely glad Liz isn't here on this occasion.

Anyway, if you're talking about going to a picnic, if you find out you've knee-pillowed Siesta in the past...

"Heh... so at dawn when this futon is finished, Mr. Siesta won't have to stick any sticks to Mr. Hynd, will she?

……

Me and Siesta tremble terribly at the low, suppressed voice we received from behind.

When I noticed it, there, Liz stood looking at this one with her cold eyes.

"Ri, Liz, you... how long have you been there?

"Mr. Siesta buried his face in the futon."

"Hardly ever since the beginning...... did you go out of your way to unannounce and lurk?

To corroborate Siesta's words, one landmark (marker) after another appears over Liz's head as she manipulates the menu screen, then in the minimap, etc.

The answer didn't even seem to have to be spoken.

As it is, Liz stops after coming to Siesta's sight.

"It's a pull-out test."

"... is that senior's?

"No, yours"

"Is that me? No... I knew..."

"Yes, because I, Mr. Hynd, have full confidence."

"Do you... oops"

In Liz's unobtrusive attitude, Siesta deliberately covers her face with sleeves.

Then I stopped over here in a sloppy, sitting position and pressed my face around my belly.

"Senior, your sister doesn't trust me at all! I'm sad!

"I don't think they trust me because that's what I do..."

"Absolutely. - Whoa!

Liz just pulls Siesta off and sits her right down.

Naturally, there's not a drop of tears or anything on that face.

Siesta glanced at us with a peeky look and I closed my eyes at Mr. Pastral, who had been unresponsive to our actions since earlier.

"No, Pasty is good at sewing? Though you've been helping me at some point."

"Huh?"

You were thinking about improving the futon, and Mr. Pastral looks back at Siesta with a surprised look on his face.

Liz decided there was no reason to maintain her anger in front of Mr. Pastral, either, smacking her tongue small before taking a distance from Siesta.

You got away well......

A few seconds later from there, Mr. Pastral finally opened his mouth after trying to remember what the words seemed to be in his ears.

"Oh, yeah, right. Me, actually, cos..."

"... rub?

"Oh, yes, no! Oh, my grandma is so good at sewing, she's taught me a lot!!

Rub......?

If it wasn't my mistake, I think I was about to say “cosplay” to Mr. Pastral right now.

This co-production was an offer from her, and she had a self-declaration that she was good at sewing when she discussed if there was any good material.

There were no lies in the words, and they made it quite easy for me to hit the production of the prototype in front of me.

"Hmmm......"

Siesta replies subtly to various pastrals whether or not she is interested.

The moment Mr. Pastral looks relieved when he sees it, Siesta chuckles at him.

"- So, what character cos did you make most recently? Anime or game?

"That, of course, is the great wizard of hegemonic animation in the previous cool! Black...... Ha!?

Easily put on board, Mr. Pastral opens his eyes halfway through a pose resembling a character in that hegemonic cartoon.

The cartoon, by the way, is as well known as I know it - as usual, Mr. Pastral's is a brittle breakwater than a castle built by a child on a sandy beach.

You're really willing to keep it a secret, that's a level I doubt from time to time.

"Also, already! Siesta!"

"Haha. Pasty doesn't fit the look at all. It's honesty."

Siesta, with words, turns a blind eye to Liz.

Unlike your sister, you're about to hear the word...

Of course, Liz utterly ignores such a thing and speaks to Mr. Pastral.

"Mr. Pastral"

"Hey, what is it?

"Isn't that nice, Cosplay? It doesn't bother anyone, and there's no one here to make fun of it."

"Oh yeah... is that right?

Behind Mr. Pastral with a lit look, children roll into the prototype futon.

Uh, wrinkly......

Liz's words continue as Siesta nods to Eagle Deep as she agrees.

"Yeah. So make full use of that technology to complete the futon as soon as possible. I'll seal Mr. Siesta in that futon."

"Phew, seal!?

Mr. Pastral becomes a plank between confusion and a medium two-word "seal," causing his gaze to wander.

And you ended up losing the word seal, suddenly loosing to a shape that your mouth seems to enjoy.

I began to seriously consider making something that would be a 'sealed futon', such as wrapping it around, wrapping it around the chain, and putting a bill on the finish might make it look like it...

... Is Siesta an evil god or something? Nap, Demon God?

"Uh... your sister?

"What is it? Mr. Siesta."

"I was just saying something that would satisfy me with the completion of the futon."

"Yes."

"- That's right, I don't think that's going to replace the seniors, either, no matter how awesome the futon can be, do I?

"... Huh?

"... Huh?

You're such an idiot! Siesta gives a similar look to Liz's expression that

What, this exchange...

"- When it's a full seal, you'll need a place to rest the futon. Cave... No, the temple and altar are better suited to TB's worldview..."

Mr. Pastral is Mr. Pastral, and his thoughts are rampant in the direction of the day after.

Set up a futon behind the temple, on the altar?

Mr. Pastral... depending on what you think, isn't that just a 'bed' anymore...?

Eventually everyone from the Bird Alliance assembled, but we're still stuck in the tree guild home without going on an event offense.

The reason is that Mr. Pastral wants to talk to you...

"We're all set, Pasty! What are you talking about?

A scratchy humil prompts Mr. Pastral to speak.

The members of the stop tree are also starting with Mr. Pastral's grandparents, Mr. Bauer and Mr. Ernte, and the adults are gradually gathering.

Among such members, the tree stopped until a short while ago to discuss something.

Mr. Pastral exchanges his gaze with the old people, nods and then turns to us.

"Yes... actually -"

"Hey, I'm hungry!

"Odd brother, what's your souvenir?

"Actually..."

"Yush-chan, come on!

"Ah, the crust stings -!

"Carrots, cheeks! Chicken!"

"Jitsu, is..."

Many times words are scratched off by the children's voices, and Mr. Pastral begins to tremble.

Children suddenly shut up after they perceive the explosion is imminent.

Nox and Marne, who were bringing us here, also came back to me and Siesta on their shoulders.

Ooh, kids are learning......

"Shh, hah... hah. You already said it without wearing it..."

To quell his anger, or Mr. Pastral laughs bitterly with his sigh after a deep breath.

We have no choice but to smile back at the state of the nursery.

"Bird Alliance folks. We're going to attend this event, and we're going to stop trees. Could you please let me come with you?

"- Whoa!?

To Mr. Pastral's words, Yumil raised a mixed voice of surprise and joy.