BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BOOOOO!
"Mom, I'm scared... it's a storm..."
"Yes, yes, because my mom's on it. Farfa's going to be on a big boat."
I stroke the head of the stuck falfa pompous.
Yes, there was a storm in Nanterre.
Built on the top of a small high hill, the house on the plateau has nothing to storm, so it gets the wind morose.
The rattles and windows are ringing, and there's no need for Farfa to be frightened.
I was just calm.
Because I'm used to it.
If you live for three hundred years, for example, even a major storm every fifty years will be calculated to go through about six times. I would theoretically be experiencing around thirty storms once every ten years.
I mean, if it's a lot of storms, this one's about the same as last year's strongest, or if it looks like this, don't go too far without the damage.
By the way, Sharsha, my twin sister...
"Perform meditation and remove fear"
So I'm sitting in a chair and closing my eyes.
"The wind is blowing. Some of the grass withers. However, the wind can cause new seeds to fly and take root. Everything shifts just as the wind blows. It's important not to defy that change and accept it"
"I feel philosophical, but can I talk to you all the time while you're meditating?
Slowly Sharsha shook her neck to the side.
"Being in a deeper state of meditation is a shallow preconception because you are silent. True concealers should be able to find answers in the midst of clutter. If you can't even concentrate without being quiet, you mean someone to that extent."
No longer is anything ant......
But Sharsha's mental strength is pretty tough because he can't help but move into this storm.
But there was a bit of an ominous part in Sharsha's words.
You said some of the grass dries up. Although that in itself is just a fact.
"I wonder if Sandra is okay...... Looks like he's still out there..."
That kid doesn't have a tough body like me or Lycra. Wouldn't there ever be a wind to tear it down......
Don't bother. You won't have to put up with it, but should I force you into the house?
"Ah, then Atashi has confirmed it, but it looks fine."
A ghost rosary came down from upstairs to the ceiling.
Rosalie has her head down, by the way. They don't even have blood on their heads. Maybe it's close to a kind of zero-gravity state.
"They can stand it because they're hiding their bodies in the dirt. Compared to the environment where people prey, there's no such thing as wind."
"Oh, good. And Rosalie is amazing too...... I can go outside without the wind..."
Ghost specs are pretty good too. Thank you for your continued support.
"One way or another, you have other problems..."
That's where Rosalie got pale. Even ghosts change their complexion.
"What, what... Scary......"
I don't think the house will be crushed by this wind.
But even Lycra should be the strength of the dragon standard when she builds more.
Lycra walked into the room.
"Dear Azsa, the storm has caused trouble!
"Yeah!? Even a rain leak!?
The rain should have been pretty strong, and the type of rain that sprays from the side is easy to leak... I mean, I want it to be that much of a problem...
"Flattorte haunted me and I went to play!
"The idea is a child!
Right, did the storm increase the tension......
"Flying through the storm doesn't hurt the dragon urchin very well...... Even if you walk as a person, that will stain your clothes and...... It's troubling him too."
I'm sure by now, "It's refreshing to fly in the storm!" or something and I guess I'm doing it badly.
Well, Frattorte will never die, okay?
By the way, thirty minutes later, my hair came home with a bossy flatlete.
"No, I knew you'd want to go flying when the storm came! How would your husband like to join us next time?
"I refuse with all my might"
Don't ask me out with a knoll that says we should go to the sea because the surfer's got a good wave coming. I've never had surfer friends, so I don't know if they're Nori's.
"You, take a bath first. It's like a level 80 sleeping habit."
"We're going for a higher level next!
Don't go for it.
By the way, after that, it was my turn to take a bath.
"Wow, the grass and leaves are falling..."
The stripper was in disastrous condition. I have leaves on the wall because it was cluttered to take my clothes off as well. I don't want this kind of wild taste.
The tub also had leaves and grass floating around as if it were such a herbal bath.
For once, I checked, but nothing really worked, so it's not a herbal bath, it's a weed bath...
"Let Flattorte clean this tomorrow. Flattorte is bad......"
That's why the storm has caused damage to our home.
But I mean, there's a ton of leaves floating around in the tub... I don't know, did you just run around naked? As it were, well, let's think of it as being a dragon and flying and then a person. Then I'll stay poked at my body, and yeah......