Watashi wa Teki ni Narimasen!

It felt like a marshmallow wrapped in fur, embraced.

It's not unpleasant, but where the hell am I going to be taken?

My vision is dark and I see nothing, and only fur touches my hands.

Since neither hands nor feet touch the earth, there is a limited way to resist.

When this happened, I finally thought I'd chew off my fingertips and use my blood, and Chiara went out into a slightly bright spot.

It's not as bright as blinding.

Light creeping in through thin gaps is reflected in ash-white limestone.

In the middle of it, a copper-coloured stone mountain was formed.

Not that big as height. When I stand on the side, it's about the height around my hips.

I was put on a hill full of stones that made the wilderness.

"I just did!

Sitting on a pile of stone for as much as it takes is tight. Ouch.

I got off wanting you to give me a break, but do those soil mice have any problems as long as I stay in this room? You didn't try to get me back on the mountain.

"What the hell...?

I wonder how I got caught up to this point.

The one who answered me, who was leaning on my neck, was the master who had been exposed with me.

"Fuck, maybe that's it, see, these guys are warcraft. Uhihihi. Isn't it stored instead of sweet?

"Instead of sweetness? Storage?"

I finally realize why the Warcraft thought that...

"Oh, a dirt rat, you mean you wanted magic from me and brought me here?

Lunars, what the ice fox missed about me was wanting a spill of magic. The same thing seems to be happening to dirt rats.

"That's such a cute expression. Yeah. Your powers are the same attribute, and your obsession is worse than those foxes? How far are you going to go after him for running away?"

"Oh, that's troubling..."

The shark feeling of the earth rat was really great. But being surrounded all the time and taking them, you can't fight them.

We have to get out somehow.

Fortunately, the ore is rolling, so I thought I'd use it to make my way to the ground.

That's how I tried to handle magic by touching my hands on the ground.

Boo-hoo. Boo-hoo.

The dirt rats run from the three paths leading up to that white space and fold over me as a rugby tackle.

If one still has six or seven children as young as ten years old, it's heavy and irresistible.

"Ugh, dying, crushing to death!

"Hey, Yamelo, use your powers for now!

"Have you stopped already, you can't use it? Ooh!

My lungs are compressed and I can't breathe.

It was me like a drowned person, but I can't escape because the dirt rat will rinse at all costs.

It's not about using magic.

In time, in the heat covered in fur, where he had blurred to the head, a helper appeared.

Cuy!

Chit!

The dirt rats suddenly made a lovely noise and flew over me.

I wondered what had happened, but now that I can finally breathe properly, I'm just so full of breath.

Someone will wake me up, who stayed down.

Suddenly someone else held me, I was surprised.

Although he was even handed over like a ball lately, he was relieved of what he was somewhat nervous about because he knew him.

But people I don't know are just scared. I thought so, but I remember that hug. I blinked my eyes and looked up, and it was Reggie, the gentle, carefree face of silver hair.

"Chiara, are you okay?

Reggie, with a slightly hurried face, looks sideways and tries to hold me back and pay with her left hand.

I followed the movement of his hand with my eyes, and as soon as Reggie's fingertips touched the stomach of a dirt rat, a tiny spark scattered.

When the dirt rat rings with a cute high voice as "Cuy," he quickly leaves Reggie and flees towards the aisle. From there he was asking how we were terrified.

If you notice, there are such dirt mice in all three aisles. It looks like there are 10 of them just because they can see their faces.

"Uh... Reggie, how could you"

How so, had various meanings summed up in.

Why is Reggie here? What happened to the other knights?

Most importantly, why the hell did the spark come out of my left fingertip?

"That's a little trick. I got the thunderbolt stone in Sowen and they didn't like it."

Asked Reggie smiled and answered with a slightly bitter look. But...

I felt it was delusional somewhere.

I don't think Reggie's telling me the truth.

In the first place, Thunderstone is certainly a common substitute for places with lots of lightning strikes and thundergrass swarms, but would it have had such an easy spark scattering action?

But Reggie wouldn't tell me where he pursued it. Besides, it's obvious to Reggie that it's my fault, so I shut my mouth.

Not that I was convinced, so I stare at Reggie.

Reggie, who meets with me,

"Chiara, don't worry"

He slid his cheeks over my head to avoid gaze.

"Hiccup..."

Although I'm used to being held, letting my face touch so close just makes me embarrassed.

The jacket on his face felt the stiffness of the clasp that he began to wear down after the summer.

I feel like Reggie's screwing me, and I can't help but hold my breath.

"Huh. Thanks for your help. I thought even my new body would break."

Together, the master, nearly crushed by a dirt rat, put his head on with a short hand.

Reggie responds to the Master's words.

Are you all right, Mr. Horace?

"Uhihi, you just pretend to care about your mouth and show it to me."

I panic as I am embraced by the word "show off".

I completely forgot that my master was watching me. That and this could be because if I did, Reggie, who has a lot of contact with me, got used to it.

I try to leave in a hurry, but Reggie won't let me go - it's the end of the line where she's cautioning me not to move.

Keeping it that way, Reggie returns it to her master in a way that is nothing.

"I care sincerely for you. We're Chiara's guardians, aren't we? If you don't, Chiara will cry."

"You, you are so honest with your desires..."

My master shrugs his shoulder just to say that I'm frightened.

but I don't know what that means.

"So, my apprentice's been exposed to dirt rats, but you jumped in alone, didn't you?

"Looks like I'm involved."

According to what Reggie told me in a bitter way, a massive amount of dirt rats appeared from under the ground to target Chiara. Dozens of them.

Soon after grabbing Chiara, the dirt rats pushed the knights off the horse and tried to chase them, and Reggie, who was on his way, seemed to have fallen into the hole with the dirt rat to get caught up in it.

"But thanks to you, I could easily get into the nest, so I could look for Chiara. I found a way to get rid of it, so I'm glad I could help."

"... I'm sure it's good to have you here"

Like reluctantly, the master nods to Reggie's words.

"In the meantime, if Reggie can get rid of the dirt rat, can we get back to the ground? I hope they don't bring me back again..."

"I'll have to try it."

That's what I said. Reggie finally let me go, so I get up.

Relaxed, looking around wondering which aisle had the lowest soil rat rate, I finally realized it.

A dirt rat that came near the aisle held one girl at some point.

No, did the dirt rat holding the girl make sure she was replaced with the other rat and moved on?

The girl has a wide range of green ribbons tied together with the top half of her black brown hair, wearing a green dress that would be shared. Is he about twelve years old?

When I grew up, I was going to be a glossy beauty, a kid with a crying black child under his eyes.

The faceless kid throws around it looking like a hemp bag he was holding in his arm.

Then the dirt rat let her go, so she landed as she was accustomed to and asked pale.

"Nice to meet you. Where are you two?