"Hey, this time, Halkara was a fine play"
Returning to the mansion, I first praised Halkara.
We all sit back in the reception room. Belzebub is going to prepare tea because there is no helper or anything living in this mansion.
"If I hadn't changed from this kid in Mandragola over there to a system looking for me, the witch on Eno's side might have caught me. Then it was pretty tricky."
"Pfft. I'm not just a little pee, either. I'm smart. I'm smart."
"Oh, if you praise yourself too much, you'll look like a bad kid again, so leave it at that"
Essentially, Halkara's going too far and she's going to fail.
"Ma'am, I mean leave the plants to the elves. I've lived with this knowledge and luck."
Luck...... Is Harkara lucky or bad? Which one is it...... I feel bad luck, don't I? Otherwise, you'd be dead already......
It's just that Mandragola's kid was on guard for such a halkara.
By the way, she's been by my side the whole time. Unlike being connected, it feels like being there because it's the safest place.
"I, I hate elves...... Because elves often pick plants. I'm gonna pull Mandragola out too."
Oh, are plant-using species the same as predators from plants?
"If you say that, you can't live without eating plants or animals. I am good. I won't attack you."
"I'm just scared of elves. Stay away from me! Uh-oh!"
I'm intimidating...... I guess this means no physiological.
That's where Belzebub came back with his tea, so everyone was all set.
"So, Mandragola, what's your name?
Flattorte visited. No, I didn't know that the whole time.
It's Mandragola.
"You're an idiot. That's a race name. Flattorte is asking your name."
"That's not true. 'Cause I don't want it. Other plants don't talk, you don't name them."
I see...... For this child, there is no concept of a unique noun.
"Huh. But it's hard to call it without a name. All right, Master Flattorte will put it on you. Take the letters from Mandragola, Drago!
"If you name it after such a dragon, it's not hard to use. I'm not stupid."
"Hey, what the hell! All the Blue Dragons are like this!
That's like what the Blue Dragon itself would be saying stupid......
But it's true that it's easier to talk about it by name. I wonder what name it would be......
"So you put it on, Azsa, the witch of the plateau?
The child sat on my lap and said: It's small, so it's not heavy, but it's close to distance.
"Mm-hmm. If the First Discovery's gonna name it, it makes sense."
Belzebub said something texty. It's more like being found on the plant side in this case.
"You want me to name it? It also plays a significant role..."
You look like a girl, and a pretty name, a pretty name......
"How about Gina?
He looked disgusted. They're demanding a retake!
"Co, coronet..."
Also, he looked disgusted. What's so hard about it? I have no idea what I like!
"What about Hasilio Omandragola or something?
Halkara said a name with absolutely different directions, but the child said, "Oh! Shut up!," he intimidated.
"So... you, what do you like? I'll put that in your name."
"Soil"
Here comes the plant-like answer!
Cute names with dirt in them are another pain in the ass! Like Mr. Tui...? No, that's a last name.
Wait, the soil is in English, Sand... Sand, Sand...
"All right, Sandra! Your name is Sandra!
"Sandra...... yeah, that's not bad"
All right, it's settled! I was honestly relieved that the percentage was set fast!
"My lord, by that name, it sounds like a sandragon, a little confusing"
What, there's such a race...? Dragons are a lot of things.
"It's okay because I like it! Pull me in! Oh!"
Sandra also showed hostility to Flattorte. Something's going to get you in more trouble again...
I had just finalized my name, and I finally talked about Sandra.
Nevertheless, that was far too late.
"If I had grown long enough, I'd be in this shape at some point. So, I knew a guy like me who was looking for a mandragola would come a lot, so I was moving around for something like that not to come. When words grew near the human house, I heard them and remembered them. Because humans were wearing clothes, they were wearing clothes, and they imitated it there."
Sandra seems to have accumulated more and more knowledge as she moved.
"So, this forest has been out of people's hands for a long time, and I thought it was safe, so I've been living here forever. Then I met you witch, surprised... to this day"
I'm done talking to you. It doesn't mean he's particularly curious, so he grew up in the garden of Belzebub, which had been turned into a depressed sea of trees for quite some time.
"Mandragola? He's probably not even registered to the Demon family registry. It's a rare case in rare cases."
Is there not one of the demons who seems to live in any race?
But is that right? If they were recognized as human beings by the Demons, the witches wouldn't be able to come to the grand harvest.
"Hmm. So, Sandra, what are you going to do now?
Sara and Belzebub have stepped into the core.
"What are you going to do..."
"Oh, you're a plant. Growing up in the garden all the time means you can live in the garden, but you stay in the garden? I'm not gonna tell you it's a residential trespass on a garden plant, so you can stay here, but how?