Kuk then stayed at the plateau house for a while to do the songwriting.
Kucky, something I can't do at all when I can't write songs, but even came out here and said I was surprised.
I heard that story at the snack table.
"Oh, I know that, somehow. There's no such thing as entertainment here. At least it's the difference between heaven and earth compared to the king's capital."
Anyway, I don't have a single house around me, and even if I go out to the village, I only sell about my necessities. That means less temptation, so I just have to do what I have to do.
"Sometimes that happens...... oh, I'm sorry I said this land badly!
"You don't have to apologize for that."
Kuk falls into the category of the rather cautious. But there seems to be a certain number of these introverts out there who play music, so that's not so weird.
Introversion also means that ordinary people even care about things they don't care about. In a good way, it means it's very sensitive.
That's where I went in the offensive direction of Scifanoia was the problem......
"Once we're a little stuck, we're going for a walk on the plateau. Then the clogged area disappears. That happened so many times, it didn't happen when my hands stopped at all."
"I feel like I know. It's a plateau without any kind of weirdness, but when you're walking, you feel better."
In the first place, living at ease in a plateau house, I'd hardly be discouraged, but still, sometimes when I felt bad, I was walking on the plateau.
Then I wonder if I'm going to do it again.
"How long have you been able to do the song?
"That's seventeen songs. There are a few songs that I'm not very happy with."
"Then don't even play live alone," said Flattorte, who was present. That's a long time to play a bard.
"Um, thank you so much..."
I held my hand tightly in front of my face, Kuk said. Gentle personalities are sprinkled from one end to the other. I don't think he was screaming for ruin or anything.
But when I heard those words, my chest ached a little.
"All this time, it's annoying to be here, and I thought it was time to go home to the King's Capital..."
That's what happens. That's what I promised from the beginning.
Kuk cannot live in the country all the time because he is a bard. Because we don't have enough customers here.
"Okay. But when you come to this corner again on tour, stop by the plateau house. Rather come here with the intention of returning."
I opened my eyes wide and Kuk said, "Yes, sir. Absolutely!".
"We're going to do a good concert. Do a good live show and you'll figure it out."
Flattorte gives out the air like a master and says:
"Yes, thank you Mr. Flattorte for your help too!
"Yeah. You're clearly not a musical talent"
I almost flipped out of my chair. Kuk was about to cry in another way, too.
"But the world is not a success in order of talent"
But he doesn't look like he's kidding with the flatlutes he's talking about.
"So maybe you'll succeed. Fight first! Even if the weapons used are different, the battle will continue!
"Yes! I will continue to fight as a bard!
Oh, I had a good friendship here, too.
"You should say when you return to the King's Capital. This Flattorte will deliver you."
I also found the look on Flattorte's face to be a little lonely.
Everyone has a hard time breaking up, right?
"Right. Best regards,"
More and more, more and more.
The door is knocked.
I generally know who does this reluctant beating.
I'll go to the door and open it.
Belzebub stood. I have a lot of stuff to do today.
"We got good booze, so we brought it. Let's all have a drink today."
"Oh, yes, yes. By the way, are you good at your job?
"Throw a round at my men... they've come to an end."
"I just wanted to tell you not to push your men too hard, but you, you're the Agriculture Minister. Would it be better for the Minister of Agriculture to be assigned a good job than to do a good job?"
"Wonderful work, too. Give it a rest for the holidays. I'm gonna spend some time with Farfa and Sharsha."
Is that what you want? Well, I knew it.
There's no way to push him back, so I'll put Belzebub in. Regardless, Kuku is there, so I briefly made an introduction.
"Well, a bard? Then try a few songs in the booze seat."
Belzebub said as a matter of course. I know you're great, but you look great.
"Hey! Will you stop pretending to be impotent? Everyone who lives in our house is family. I'm having trouble treating you like you found a street performer in the city?
"Isn't a bard meant to celebrate a banquet? What's wrong with demanding a job for a good reason? If it's about money, give it away."
It's a pretty difficult place though, because some people should be the type to do that in court or something like that.
"Mr. Azsa, I'll do it. Rather, let me do it"
Kuk looked pretty motivated.
"I want people who have never heard my song to hear me decide if I can be reborn."
If that's what he says, there's no reason to stop him.
"Belzebub, now Kuku will make you cry!
"What? I didn't ask you to take the booze seat, not right now. First, take a souvenir to your two daughters."
Something feels like a nostril......