"Extraordinary Alliance Joint Conference?
We finally started eating dinner after our father messed with Mr. Gill all the way through watching him make sure he was in love with him with a cold eye. My father, who still looked obstinate somewhere, told me as he ate his reasons for heading to Demon King's Castle. I can't stand the warm eyes of the people in the dining room, but I want you to stop looking at your father's jealousy because it's awkward. It's important to be with your father!
"That's right. At the request of an advanced guild. Let's get down to business and start an event. When that happens, it's not good for us to move at our discretion, so once the head of the Premier Alliance gathers for a meeting,"
"What kind of event is that?
Your father's explanations tend to be fractured in various ways, so if you don't pinch the question like Mr. Gill, it's like you don't understand the story. I guess Mr. Gill is also used to his father, pinching questions naturally without pinching any complaints in particular. Sure, I wonder what kind of event it is. Waiting for a reply to that thought, he chewed the food in his mouth and swallowed it before his father laughed like a nigga and a child.
"Open a Martial Arts Games"
"" Martial Arts Games?
I accidentally hammered Mr. Gill. Fighting tournaments, you mean fighting? Uh, with who? Me floating question marks not following the story. Your father's explanation continued.
"That's right. Select members from three Premium Alliances and a total of four Premium Alliances you have requested to open the Fight Games. Compete for the strongest in the tournament ceremony. Sorcery, body surgery, traps, whatever. Personal fights are good, but team fights are good. I'd like to think of a prize."
Your father who talks to a wolf is really like a child. I mean, in my brain, all I seem to think about is fun, and I feel like I'm going to have to make more decisions and skip it. Come back here!
"Regardless of the three extraordinary guilds, what about a powerful mix of advanced guilds?"
Then there's a new question from Mr. Gill. Oh, sure. Even if there's too much difference in strength, you're gonna have trouble, right? If you think so, your father waves, no problem. When I drank out of my drink, I opened my mouth in an upbeat mood.
"That senior guild is Sturl."
"Sturl...... ah! Marla's? Was it Mr. Mara you asked for?
Advanced Guild Sturl, a new guild that has recently gained strength with mechanics and is rumored to become superior within a hundred years. Because, in a way, it's natural. Because that strut is ex-premium guild namo!
The premium guildnamemo, which continued its gray activities close to black, was a high-elf at the top and was destroyed once when my grandfather, Shermelhorn, pulled himself away. Because of me, I can tell you that Ortus was asking for an opportunity for devastation, so he ended up doing what he could.
At that time, it was dangerous and wasteful to let powerful members go wild, so someone launched a new guild. That is Martinel Sheila of High Elves, commonly known as Mara, Shermelhorn's sister. In short, you can see that Mara has half the arm in guild management.
"So I thought I'd give Arsh a call, too. I mean him, it's a hassle not to invite me to these fun events later when I'm stubborn."
Father... No, yeah, I can imagine. You're always too busy at work to come over here, and even letters spell it hard. Absolutely obstinate. Definitely.
"Besides, I'd like to see Richter grow up with him.... it's time"
"Is it time?"
"No, we're talking about this one. So before the joint meeting starts, I don't think I'm gonna tell him."
Both the contents of the joint meeting and the detailed story of the martial arts tournament are going to be discussed by the Heavy Town members when they return, and your father closed the conversation. So you should report it to Saura first...? You can do it when you get back from Demon King's Castle, your father says, but you don't think about everyone who has to be ready on a steep pitch from there!?
"Mr. Gill......"
"... don't worry. I told Saura everything."
"I'm always sorry about my father..."
That's Mr. Gill. You understand. I accidentally apologized as my daughter. Ha, really, glad to hear it out now!!
─ ─ Huh, the footage in the back of my brain has passed.
This is where Mr. Gill and Richt fight. Oh, this... this is the one I dreamed of before, I remember. I still can't remember the details, but this is a predictive dream. And I'm pinned. I see. This is about the fight. Then no wonder Mr. Gill and Richt are fighting. Oh, well, you're both in. But if you go to Demon King's Castle and meet Richt, I have to tell you not to use high-powered magic! If you get too serious about fighting competitions, you could disappear from venue to venue.
So determined to snort alone, suddenly a chill struck me. I shudder unexpectedly. Oh, that? It's happened before, hasn't it, this chill? Certainly when I was with Mr. Saura. With that time, it's nothing right now, but I'm worried that if the chills go on twice enough to tremble, I might have even caught a cold in the boulder. I think it's okay because I've been free for a long time since before.
"What's up?
Seeing me rubbing my own arms, Mr. Gill called out like he was worried. Don't, don't. It was natural for this to happen if Mr. Gill saw me overprotective.
"It's nothing! Just a little bit, is it cold? What..."
"... that shouldn't be. Take a bath and rest early. You're going to Demon King Castle tomorrow, right?
Sure, it's nothing right now, so I'm fine! And if I can afford it and even heat it out, I won't be able to go to Demon King Castle tomorrow. My father is going to be sad and in trouble, and I can't pay attention to Richt. That's sad for me too!
"You slept in the stomach."
"Chi, it's not! Your father's mean."
Your father brings tea to where he was going to be properly careful. I always put on a futon and sleep. The sleeping minister... isn't that bad enough to fall out of bed once in a while. I guess I'll sleep with the inner in my pants today. You don't have a choice! A child is a creature who doesn't sleep well!
"Yes, sir. Well, but... really, be careful."
"? Yeah. Even if you don't tell me, I'm gonna go to bed warmly, okay?
Pong and his father, who put his hand on my head, said so with a bitter smile somewhere. I don't know, it was something else that seemed to make sense, but it's my fault, right?
I was a little curious, but my father told me that I would see you here tomorrow morning, and I cleared the dishes and left first. Oh, me, I haven't finished eating yet! I realized I was in a hurry to have dinner. Yum!
Good morning! I finished dinner right after that yesterday, pinched a break after dinner, then headed to the bath with Gil, and after I got up I was escorted to my room to get some sleep. Yikes. The bath is naturally separate for men and women! I just can't get in there with you. This has been a preoccupation since I was a young girl. I'm a fine lady in there.
I've been able to let myself take a bath lately, but I went in when there were a lot of people in the time zone, so I went wierd with my sisters at the guild reception. Ladies and gentlemen, the style was good, so I took some mental damage. It's okay, I still have my stretch money......!
"Oh, Meg, good morning. Did you sleep well?
"Good morning, Father! Yeah, I slept well!
"Sleep in belly..."
"No! I'm really hungry."
When I headed to the dining room for breakfast, your father just made fun of me. I'm already making fun of you. Things like this haven't changed for a long time. Pump.
"Good morning Gil, too.... What, you miss Meg for a while?
"Nah... that's not true"
Once your father had finished teasing me, he began to tangle with Mr. Gill, who was next to me this time. too.
"Father, don't say that to Mr. Gill. Mr. Gill is an adult! I don't think you miss me as much as I do. Right, Mr. Gill?
"Oh, no, well..."
I laid one hand on my hips and raised my index finger with the other hand and offered it to your father. Look, even Mr. Gill is having trouble reacting.
"Ha-ha-ha! Meg, you're the one who stabbed me!
"Huh? Me? Why?"
Even so, if I were your father, I would suddenly laugh with my stomach in my arms about what was wrong. Ugh, what are you really saying? Ooh! Looking up at Mr. Gill in trouble, Mr. Gill, with a slight cheek dye, stroked my head even as he turned away. Oh, is that it?
"Well, I miss Mr. Gill for a while but... Miss Mr. Gill, too?
Because I'm sweet. I'm totally used to being spoiled, so I still think I miss you. Mr. Gill, in particular. But maybe Mr. Gill will miss you a little too? If so, I'm glad - I can't believe I asked that, and Mr. Gill lowered his brow and pulled his mouth tied like he was in trouble. Oh, I knew it wasn't like that, I guess. I'm sorry to ask you something weird.
"... a little, the, the lack, I feel"
If you think so, you have such a reply in a small voice! It's not enough. Oh, well, you're thinking a little bit. Or did you go out of your way to say you feel sorry for me? Either way, I was happy and laughed at him, so I am simple.
"... he's as clumsy as ever, dammit. We'll leave as soon as we have breakfast."
"Is that it? What about Mr. Shrier?
"He'll rendezvous later. He said he'd finish his errands first, then go after him."
That's because your father suddenly said he was going, so he's after me to adjust his work...! I also decided to apologize deeply to Mr. Shrier when I joined him.