Then I talked to Richt for a while about no other love. It's mainly about Ronnie. Ronnie has grown in strength and mechanics since a master named Kay came along. It is so rumored that he began to be at the top of Ortus' strength. Ronnie is serious, and even when Mr. Kay isn't around, he trains hard, so I'm convinced of that.
However, when it comes to strength, it's not generally comparable. Like Saura, some people specialize in traps, and some types are like Juma-kun, a powerful technique that uses little magic. It's hard to measure how strong which is, isn't it? There 'll be compatibility or something. So superior strength here simply refers to the ability to fight. I mean, if you get an attack even with one blow, even Mr. Saura, who's out, will be at the top.
If I said that, wouldn't we all be superior? That's not what it is. The sisters in charge of reception are mostly non-combatants, and Maryla in charge of medical care is not good at fighting. Many young boys who work in the dining room and others who work inside the guild are not comfortable fighting.
Still, much stronger than the average person. You belong to a superior guild, so it's a condition that you have the least amount of self-defense. Oh, me? I think my natural magic arm has improved and I'm in the middle of nowhere. Probably. It's just that I'm incapable of measuring because I don't have any real combat experience. I want to practice in action with your father as soon as possible. I'm a little scared though.
"Oh well. Ronnie's been strong for a long time...... can he fight if he competes in a martial arts competition?
"Is Richter leaving, too?
Or will that dream come true after all? Dream that Mr. Gill and Richt will be fighting. That's why I asked unexpectedly.
"I was wondering if we could get a few people out of Demon King's Castle. Because I said I could leave, too. I don't know if the Demon King will agree to the fight yet, but I think he'll probably join us."
"Oh well... oh, you know, Richt"
This, perhaps, would ensure that Richter would participate in the martial arts tournament. I don't know if it's going to be exactly like my dreams, but I just need to give you some advice!
"Too much magic, you can't work it out, can you? It's too big a magic trick, because it's dangerous..."
"What? What? Suddenly."
That's right, I think so. This wasn't explained enough. It's my fault. Let's be honest here. I just lay low because it might be unfair to let the opponent know.
"In a predictive dream, I saw it. A dream of fighting someone with Richt and using great sorcery. So, it was going to be a little dangerous."
"Predictive dreams...... no, you had such a special physique. Hmm, I figured I'd be at the fight. I thought so."
Put your hand on your jaw. Hmm. Richt thinks. What kind of technique do you use? They asked me, but I didn't say it there because it could be unfair in playing the tournament, I insisted. That, too, convinced me.
"So, will you be careful?
"Hmm, I'll put it in the corner of my head. 'Cause you don't know what kind of strong enemy you're going against. Sometimes I have to use it."
"Ugh, that's all..."
It's actually me that seems to be in that dangerous eye. But I'll lay low there too. Oh, well. I mean, shouldn't I be careful? That's right, while making Richter a little more aware, I'm sure I can avoid it if I be careful, too.
"For once, just keep your consciousness? Right?"
"Oops. I say your predictive dream will hit, and I'll be careful"
Just push that precaution and you'll be fine, right? Richter's not stupid, either. If they're Mr. Gill, then you know you have to be serious!
"So it's time to go back. I'm getting hungry."
"Yeah! Dad, I have to be filial."
"... it's hard for you to watch out for all kinds of guys, too"
No, it's not that hard, is it? It's what I do because I like it, and I don't hate it. Plus, it's time to be sweet, so you have to use your child's privileges! I'm a deliberate child, I am.
"... hey Meg"
"Hmm?"
In front of the stairs down the tower, Richt turns around because he calls it to a halt. Somewhere, that look is serious.
"You... something bothering you or something?
Oh, well. I'm sorry you just asked yourself, or maybe I thought. But, um. Trouble. Well, I do. But whether you think about it or talk to me, you mean something that doesn't make much sense... because in the end, it's a matter of grandeur to conclude that you have to get over it on your own. What is this about too long a life span?
"Hmm... if you want me to listen, I'll talk!
But not particularly. I don't lie like that. It stopped sticking, I guess. Even I'm growing a lot. Because I know it's lonely not to be lied to or relied upon.
"Oh well. Well, what do you want me to say right away?
"Yeah! Thanks, Richt!
One day, there might come a day to talk to you. Might not come. But did I tell you that I depend on you properly? But honestly, I don't think it's easy to talk to Richt. Because my troubles about the lifespan of me and Richt are the exact opposite.
I think you probably heard me knowing that too. Really, it's sweet.
More than that, neither of us touched on that topic, and we went down the stairs.
Returning to the office, Mr. Shrier was royal there, and there was a father and a father who were seated in front of him. How did that happen!?
"Oh, Meg. It was just fine. We're done talking."
And the smile of Mr Shrier, who smiles with a nickel, was very compelling, let me report here. No, really, how did that happen...!
"Oh, hey, Meg... you were late..."
"Oh, my father's majesty."
And how the hell am I supposed to react when I'm greeted in the front seat? In the meantime, I am going to do everything I can to get through here and just state my request.
"Old man, father... hungry, hungry, nah...?
I would ask you to forgive me for the slightly interrupted language. I'm confused, too! But just waiting for that word, the pair of front seats stood up softly and came all the way to me.
"I'm hungry too!
"Um, so am I. Let's head to dinner now!!
Unnaturally bright. I mean, it's just a momentum for my father to cry. Was it that hard, Mr. Shrier's sermon......!
"Totally...... you know Kron's hard work very well. Ha, was it useless to just say"
"Uh, good day?
"Thank you, Meg. Thanks to you, your standing heart will be healed."
Agreed.
"Agreed"
For some reason, both of us have expressed our agreement with Mr Schlier's words. You've been stressful for both sides...... some really good work.
"... really, you got the story together, didn't you?
Only Richt seemed to be able to attract his face and still swallow this situation. Yeah, well, that's what happens when you're not used to it. But Mr. Shrier says this is normal driving. He preaches on purpose even though he thinks it's useless to talk, he's also a hard worker. Within the guild, the main preacher is Brother Juma, though!
I'm no match for being caught again, and all the while, my father softly lifts me up and walks out of the office. My father walks fast without hesitation with Zunzun. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Thus arrived was a dining room with a long table. Really, it's a long table. A table likely to be in the castle. Oh, it was the castle here.
I'm kind of nervous about these harsh vibes because I usually dine in the Guild cafeteria.
"I'm not particularly concerned about the pattern. You can sit wherever you want and eat whatever you want."
My father's gentle voice came down from overhead telling me that tension had been transmitted. Oh, well, you're trying to tell me you don't need to be nervous. Grateful for that care, I look up and laugh nicely. Oh, that, your father's hardened, huh? Ugh, move!
"Yes, yes, because I know you're cute. Because Meg is cute. Get used to it, Arsh. Just take a seat."
"... Ha! Oh, yeah. Having a daughter that's too cute is hard..."
"I fully agree with that."
Parent idiot talks are going on. I always thought you'd have trouble knowing what to react to at times like this. Because it's embarrassing! It's just illuminating to be told on a direct ball that you're so cute and cute! My face is turning red. I feel it.
"Pup, Meg's face, apple (...) Mitte!
"Ugh, I had no choice......!
"Ringo, is it?
That's what Richt says and blows out, sitting in the chair across the street. It feels somewhat ticklish to go through with apples, not apples. Naturally, it wasn't passed on to Mr. Shrier, and he was tilted in the neck.
"Oh, that's what you said about Appy in Nihon.... I'm feeling kind of out of company..."
"I see you call it differently. Interesting."
I noticed that there are three former Japanese out of the five people here. That's amazing, too. Mr. Shrier looked like he was in pain of intellectual curiosity, but his father is somewhat of a depressed mode. So I had it held up with a magical spell that I would teach you again. I also think I'm getting used to dealing with it as the daughter of a parent fool. That also makes me feel unspeakable.
"So let's just eat!
A reworked father sits in the chair at the end, gently hitting his hand. Then several butlers and maids entered the room and brought me a meal. Whoa, I feel like a nobleman! Though I'm in a position to call myself royalty.
Where aperitifs and appetizers were arranged before each of them, it took the decree that my father would have them. It's kind of distracting to say that greeting on this occasion, but he likes it a lot. Lovely. We followed that, too, and started eating. Mmm, this dressing is delicious!