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"Did you call it, Risa?

Carla, who was called to Rise, comes to the reception room at the office.

Kara came as a reinforcement to the demonic exorcism, but for some reason she didn't want to go back to the valley village, even though she had already heard that the demon had been exorcised.

"Yeah, I decided to go to the valley village again. I thought I'd bring Carla with me."

"Whew!?"

I would have spoken with good intentions, Rise, but for some reason, Kara didn't like it.

"What is it," Say "?

"Yes, no, you didn't. I didn't hate you. I almost had a temper."

Did you think it was unpleasant that you accidentally said something to your voice, and Carla said a word of denial while pointing in the direction that follows?

But the excuse was too naive.

"Maybe you don't want to go home?

"Gikuri! What are you talking about?"

"But the devil has already been exorcised, and I guess the investigation into Zeld is over?

Kara's eyes transform into a frigid one as she sweats sloppily.

I wonder how we are going to get through this situation with the utmost wisdom.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Rise, do you have a different tone from earlier? You had a more polite tone when it was there before!

"Uh, I was a guest when it happened before. But you're just playing around in town right now. I don't know if I need a word of respect."

In fact, Carla, who lives in the town of Dexsi, has only seen her take a walk with Prapra around the city or head out to the Wieus River to hang out with the Krakens and the demons of the aquatic habitat.

"Ugg..."

and that's where the reception room door was knocked.

"Go ahead."

When Rise allows him to enter the room, Lamia comes in.

"Excuse me while I talk to you. I received a letter from Carla, so I came to deliver it."

"Letters? To us?

Rise looks surprised that for some reason a letter to Carla arrived at the office.

"Yes, the address is here and the address is Carla."

"What's the sender's name?

"It's from Kara's wife, Mitik."

"Huh!?"

Kara trembles when the name of her grandmother, Mitic, comes out.

"Go ahead, Mr. Carla."

"Ah, thank you"

Kara opens the letter as she pales her face.

And as I proceeded to read the letter I took out, my expression changed to nervous - fear - semi-crying - faceless.

(I thought you said you should come home without playing with the contents. Is the rest a punishment? I can see something horrible written inside)

Even if you don't read the contents of the letter, Rise looks at the general contents with Carla's changing expression.

And you must have finished reading all the contents, Carla lowered her arm directly down with the letter.

The expression is as if it were an abolitionist.

"I'm going to the valley village, but shall I give you a lift?

"…… Please"

Kara nodded honestly.

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At night, Rise gathered the demons to communicate his plans for the future.

"So I'm headed to the valley village to get this jewel examined. The dragon is my job, so I'm going to have it carried in Kraken this time."

Dragons and krakens that run the transportation business, by the way, but they don't work 24/7.

They prescribe a specific day as a day off, as well as days when there are so few guests that there is no profit, and days when the weather is very bad.

Even though there are fewer customers, flying the dragon is less savory, and the most powerful force for Rise is out of hand.

Therefore, an anomalous rule was adopted whereby the carriage of dragons determines the date on which the carriage leaves according to the number of passengers and the amount of luggage.

However, although this is rarely the case, attendance may be less than the prescribed number of people by paying the minimum express rate at which profits will accrue.

Most importantly, this is a big merchant who rushes for a special deal, or a grand aristocrat who has some kind of situation.

"Ask the escort to come to Harpy as a liaison. I'll stay over there until the research is done, so Dry Adds will be asked to run the office and work in the other village, so I'll have a few people who can work come."

"Yes, sir. I will keep this dry ad, your husband's away. Like a wife waiting for her husband to return."

"Huh!?"

"Huh!?"

"Huh!?"

Feminine demons fade into the words of dry ads.

And I'm going against dry adds with no one.

"Rest assured, Mr. Dryad. As Lord Rise's secretary, I will take care of you like a wife who supports her husband."

I appeal to Ramia, the secretary of Rise, to stay close to Rise and find herself in the closest position.

"Eh, I'll be Lord Rise's wing, and I'll be your voice to deliver your letter! Because unlike everyone else, you can fly in the sky!

Unlike the other two, I diligently appeal to the ability of a brainless harpy to be my advantage.

"I will wait for the Lord to return as I sing in the tavern. Like a local wife waiting at the harbor!

Some uneven statement, but the thought of Seylan, a sea monster, was close to the people by the sea. For this reason, it seems that recognition between men and women also takes the feeling of the wives of seaside town sailors as normal.

"Uh, yeah, thank you, huh?

I don't know how to get it right, so I'll just say thank you, Rise.

"Then we have decided to talk, and tomorrow we shall be heading to the village of the valley for the first time in a long time!

"" "" Ooh!